The third watch is here!Even continue to go to the code word,There will be an update in the afternoon!Brothers,Do you still have a ticket?!

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"Wine Sword Fairy, haha, what a Wine Sword Fairy! Good boy, I can't imagine that the one who knows the most about the old way is you, the kid I met for the first time, good, good, good, when you float a big white!" After chewing word by word, the sloppy Taoist priest couldn't help but look at it, excitedly picked up the wine jug in his hand, and drank it all.

"I'll accompany Brother Dao!" didn't care about the reaction of the others, Fang Cun grabbed the wine jug and drank it all, indescribably elegant and free.

"Miss, look, that guy can really break!" Although I can't tell whether the poem is good or bad, the little girl who is sloppy and sloppy can see it.

This poem is not excellent, but it is appropriate, and if you think about it, it is the most appropriate way to describe him. The county lord of Hongluan nodded slightly and said softly.

The words of the county lord of Hongluan and the little girl were not heard by anyone, otherwise, I am afraid that no one would jump out again.

"I'm just a stinky Taoist priest, and what kind of wine and sword fairy is also worthy of?"

I don't know if it was the idiot who scolded first, but he was immediately echoed by many people.

"What, can't the old Taoist get into your eyes?" A cold light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and the sloppy Taoist said coldly.

Although the voice was not loud, it could clearly reach the ears of everyone present! Others didn't know, but there were those who were sensitive and vaguely guessed the identity of this sloppy Taoist, but they couldn't help but secretly sweat, and almost shouted out without being scared.

"That's enough, today is the poetry club, in terms of poetry, it's not for you to ridicule others! This gentleman was invited by me, isn't there anyone who is dissatisfied?" Seeing the sloppy Taoist showing dissatisfaction, the county lord of Hongluan hurriedly spoke.

She knew the surname of this lord, and if she was annoyed, even the king of the Northern Regions would not be able to stop her.

"What the county lord said is that the topic of our poem today is bamboo, not wine, and not any other person. As soon as the county lord of Hongluan opened his mouth like this, naturally no one dared to entangle him anymore, but if he said that he would stop here, he was really unwilling, and the Qingyi gentleman turned his eyes, and suddenly he had a plan.

"Can't you make poetry if you say I?" his eyelids rolled, Fang Cun snorted disdainfully, and sneered, "I don't know what good poetry Your Excellency has made?"

Hearing this, he was slightly stunned, the gentleman in Tsing Yi, the poem he made had just been criticized for being useless, how would he be embarrassed to take it out again.

"My poem, you have already judged, but you, have you ever written it?"

The corners of his mouth showed a hint of sarcasm, and Fang Cun said lazily, "It's okay, you can't get anything that can catch your eyes, it's good to have a little self-knowledge." ”

"You...... You're too deceitful!" his face turned red, and the man in green clothes flicked his sleeves and glared angrily, "I want to see what amazing things you can do!"

Fang Cun was not angry, and handed the wine jug to the maid next to him to fill the wine, groaned slightly, and slowly paced and thought.

Yongzhu's poems are too many, even ordinary people are afraid that they can recite one or two poems, not to mention, Fang Cun's skills are already good. Now it's just a matter of looking for the most appropriate one.

"You can't think of it, right?" Looking at Fang Cun's back and forth pacing, the Tsing Yi scholar couldn't help but sneer again.

"There it is!"

With a flash of inspiration, the corners of Fang Cun's mouth couldn't help but smile, this poem was taken out, I was afraid that it was really a little insidious, but what about him!

"It is better to eat without meat than to live without bamboo. Slowly spit out these two lines of poetry from his mouth, and Fang Cun deliberately paused, making a contemplative appearance.

"Haha, is this also a poem?" With the poem of the wine sword fairy in front, Fang Cun's Tsing Yi scholar was really a little worried, Fang Cun made any better poems, but it was not beautiful, and now when he heard these two sentences, his heart suddenly fell into his stomach. This is a typical limerick poem.,Expected.,The previous poem may also be copied from this guy.,Isn't this meeting showing its original form?

Listening to the ridicule around her getting louder and louder, the little girl couldn't help but gently tug on the sleeve of the Hongluan County Lord, "Miss, is it really bad?"

Frowning slightly, contemplative, the county lord of Hongluan couldn't think of anything for a while, but a person who can make such a famous article as entering the wine would really make such a boring limerick?

"Wait and see. ”

The sloppy Taoist sat on the ground indifferently, looking at Fang Cun with more interest, and didn't care whether Fang Cun could make good poems.

"Wine, wine!"

Seeing that the maid who added wine brought back the wine jug, the sloppy Taoist suddenly shouted, "How can you compose poetry without wine, quickly bring the wine to my little brother." ”

"Yes, there should be wine. He took the flask with a smile and took a big sip, then Fang Cun continued to speak, "Meatless makes people ...... thin."

"Haha, boy, you're really embarrassed to read it, you're not ashamed, I'm still ashamed!"

"Exactly, exactly, what kind of poetry is this!"

"Whether it's a poem or not, it has to wait for the county lord to judge. Shaking his head with a smile, Fang Cun said to himself, "You say that I am not a poem, but I want to say that it must be a wonderful poem, can you be credible?"

"Wonderful poems? Don't you still want to be passed down through the ages? Haha, such a 'famous poem' will never be able to be made by us. ”

"No one believes it?" asked Fang Cun leisurely with a hint of sarcasm on the corner of his mouth.

"I believe it!" Suddenly, a crisp voice sounded, but it was the little girl beside the county lord of Hongluan who spoke up.

She doesn't know poetry at all, so naturally she doesn't have that intuitive illusion, but she just thinks that Fang Cun is much cuter than these nasty scholars.

"Thank you, girl!" Fang Cun naturally recognized this little girl a long time ago, but he didn't say much, chuckled, and read the last three sentences to himself!

“...... No bamboo is vulgar. People are thin and fat, but people are not curable. ”

Ga!

As soon as the last three sentences came out, the ridicule seemed to be stuck in someone's throat, and he couldn't say a word again.

"Okay, haha, it's really a wonderful poem! Little brother, the old man respects you!"

"That's what you mean, Brother Dao, let's do it!" Ignoring everyone, Fang Cun tilted his neck, and drank the wine in the wine pot again, "Happy, happy, Brother Dao, we might as well find another place to get drunk, it is better than living in the same place with these laymen and ruining this elegant bamboo forest." ”

This is just a clear scolding, and in an instant, the surrounding scholars couldn't help but jump up angrily, "That boy, who do you say is a layman?"

"Whoever pops up, I will say. Without the slightest fear, Fang Cun said lazily.

"Presumptuous, but a poor sour boy, he dares to speak out, come and take it for me, my son wants him to understand the truth of being a man. ”

Although it was a wish, it was not possible to bring guards in, but after all, there were people with extraordinary status, and there were guards in civilian clothes to follow the left and right.

"What, if you can't compare, why don't you talk about fighting?" There was a cold light in his eyes, looking at the guards around him, Fang Cun sneered and sneered.

These guards are just acquired martial artists, where can they be taken into account.