At dusk, the party was still lively. As one of the organizers, Liu Dezhao stood up and arched his hand: "Today's cocktail party is very enjoyable, why don't you improvise poems, it is also a beautiful talk?"

Wu Qiuhua and Wu Sanchun stood up one after another and invited all the readers to recite poems.

Naturally, you readers will not be polite, and all kinds of literary meetings are a good place to spread the name of literature, and today's cocktail party is naturally no exception. As soon as the three organizers finished speaking, a young talent stepped forward and read out the poems he had prepared a long time ago.

"In order to participate in this reception, these people have been preparing for a long time. Feng Chonglou smiled, obviously not used to this kind of deception, "The cocktail party belongs to a kind of cultural meeting, and the organizer will generally give a random topic, and every time you participate in the cultural meeting, there will be such people involved." ”

Qiao Juzheng has never liked to talk about others, but today he nodded and said: "Most of these literary meetings are named after hops, and these people can take advantage of loopholes. However, if it is a literary meeting like the Dongshan Literary Society, these scheming will not be used at all. ”

Zhang Yi smiled and said, "What's the point, a character like Miss Xie Yu, such an opportunistic guy, I'm afraid he won't be favored by her at all." ”

"Tsk, Ah Yi, you know a lot about Miss Xie Yu. Feng Chonglou made a look that literati understood, which made Zhang Yi can't help but roll his eyes.

Feng Chonglou saw that Qiao Juzheng and Zhang Yi ignored him, and looked around, many scholars were accompanied by young women next to their seats, and couldn't help but sigh: "In two years, I will be crowned, and when I participate in the literary meeting, I must bring three or five beautiful girls." ”

Zhang Yi and the two raised their glasses tacitly, pretending not to hear the complaint of a certain genius.

Wu Sanchun, the organizer of the cocktail party, winked at Zhang Yi and the others secretly, and then got up and raised his glass to Chen Shuwen and said: "I didn't expect Chen County Ling to come to the cocktail party today, it's really an honor, why don't we ask Chen County Ling to write a poem?"

All the readers arched their hands and said: "Please ask Chen County to write a poem." ”

Chen Shuwen got up with a smile, greeted the readers, and said: "Thank you for your love, then the county will not be polite, today's cocktail party, with this osmanthus wine as the theme, make a poem." ”

"Good, good!"

The crowd applauded.

Wu Sanchun secretly gave Zhang Yi and the three of them a look.

Zhang Yi looked at Feng Chonglou, Feng Chonglou smiled and waved his hand: "Don't look at me, this is not my ghost, the business of the Liu family and the Wu family of the martial arts family in Baima County in the past two years has been robbed by the Chen family, and they have long complained about the Chen family." Wu Sanchun and the three of them deliberately invited Chen Shuwen to come, not because they didn't want you, the first of the three heroes of the white horse who was a talent in the town, to come forward to suppress his literary name. ”

"The enemy of your enemy is your friend, and sometimes it's a real thing. Qiao Juzheng shook his head and said, he originally had a good impression of Wu Sanchun and the others, but at this moment, he suddenly disappeared.

Zhang Yi shook his head, never imagined that he would be used as a gun today. If it weren't for the fact that Chen Fu and Zhang Fu did have a big enmity, he would probably despise each other as much as Qiao Juzheng today, and even throw his hands and leave.

Feng Chonglou responded to Wu Sanchun and the others with a smile, but his voice was deliberately lowered: "Ah Yi, you are clumsy for the time being." Chen Shuwen's poems are quite famous, and if he feels that the poems he has made cannot beat him, he will simply not write them. ”

Zhang Yi smiled and said nothing, waiting for Chen Shuwen to compose a poem.

Chen Shuwen paced in place, and soon picked up the pen to compose poems.

Chen Shuwen spread the fine rice paper on the table, and a Jinshi Wenbao pen appeared in his hand, which was extremely dazzling, and as he wrote, the entire rice paper began to shine.

As long as the reading level reaches the lifting of people, the corresponding treasure will appear when writing articles. The article out of the county is a layer of Baoguang, the third floor of Dafu, the fifth floor of Mingzhou, the seventh layer of Zhenguo, and the article that spreads the world is a nine-layer Baoguang.

In addition, there must be a layer of treasure light in the original work.

At this moment, with the writing of Chen Shuwen, the treasure light began to appear on the entire rice paper, and two layers of treasure light quickly appeared, and many readers began to applaud and praise this poem has reached the level of the county. Soon, the third and fourth layers of treasure light appeared one after another, and Chen Shuwen's poem had the level of Dafu.

Chen Shuwen was still writing, and the fifth layer of treasure light slowly emerged...... Except for Zhang Yi, everyone began to get nervous. If another layer of treasure light appears, Chen Shuwen's poem will be Mingzhou.

Feng Chonglou sweated for Zhang Yi, although Zhang Yi is known as Zhang Zhenguo, but it is impossible for every poem to be Zhenguo, which can only be described as a demon. You must know that last time in Tianliang Restaurant, Zhang Yi also made a Mingzhou poem.

Zhang Yiyun is light and light, and his understanding of the article Baoguang is much stronger than that of everyone here. Chen Shuwen's poem, when the fourth layer of Baoguang appeared, it was a little weak, and the fifth layer of Baoguang was already extremely weak, and it was impossible for the poem to become Mingzhou.

Unless the last line of the poem is the finishing touch, far beyond what was done before, this kind of poem is very rare. In Zhang Yi's memory, there were several senior brothers in the Holy Courtyard who made this kind of poetry or poems that were handed down to the world, but they couldn't make such wonderful poems when they were in the rank of Jinshi.

Chen Shuwen is a jinshi, and Zhang Yi has great confidence in him.

Sure enough, as Zhang Yi expected, the five-layer treasure light trembled slightly, Chen Shuwen gently wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said with a smile: "Let everyone be disappointed, this poem is still a little short of Mingzhou." ”

"Isn't this a pain in the hearts of the county magistrate? Just now, dozens of people opened their mouths to compose poems, but only two of them had just arrived at the mansion, and there was not a single Narushu poem. One of them immediately laughed and said, "Besides, the two poems of Brother Liu and I have just arrived at the mansion, and they can't be compared with the poems of the county magistrate, the pinnacle of the mansion." ”

Another scholar of the poetry Chengda Mansion is Liu Dezhao, he nodded and said: "What Brother Yan said is true, the county commander's poem is only a trace away from Mingzhou." As long as it spreads, I believe it will only be a few months, and it will be a Narushu work. ”

Others chimed in and congratulated Chen Shuwen on his success.

Chen Shuwen returned the salute one by one, making a gesture, and suddenly he seemed to remember something, and said in a lost voice: "This county is confused, and I actually forgot that Zhang Zhenguo is here." This county is so Meng Lang, there is no doubt that he has an axe in the banmen, but he is just smiling and generous. ”

Chen Shuwen smiled secretly in his heart, although Zhang Yi is known as Zhang Zhenguo, he is young after all, and he only makes one poem about Zhenguo. His poem is comparable to Mingzhou, if Zhang Yi is cowardly in front of everyone or the quality of the poems he writes is quite low, he will definitely not be able to get off the stage in front of everyone.

Only then did the readers remember that Zhang Yi was present, and they all shouted for Zhang Yi to come to a song.

Zhang Yi looked at it with a smile, and the readers were very enthusiastic and really wanted to make a poem. But the smugness in Chen Shuwen's eyes was extremely obvious, and it seemed that he decided in his heart that he couldn't make Mingzhou poems.

Feng Chonglou and Qiao Juzheng looked at Zhang Yi with some concern, but found that he was smiling freely, so they put down their hanging hearts.

Wu Sanchun and the other three looked at each other and smiled, they were worried that Zhang Yi would be cowardly, otherwise they would not be able to hit Chen Shuwen.

Among the scholars present, there are many people who understand the grievances of the Chen Mansion and the Zhang Mansion, and they are naturally looking forward to it, if Zhang Yi beats Chen Shuwen this time, Zhang Yi's name will spread again. If it fails, with the means of the Chen Mansion, Zhang Yi's literary name will definitely suffer a serious blow.

Zhang Yi has a reluctant request, if someone is willing to help, it doesn't hurt to write a poem in the future. Zhang Yi smiled heroically, as if he was a bamboo in his chest.

Liu Dezhao stepped forward and said, "I don't know what Zhang Zhenguo wants?"

The rest of the people responded one after another, but they were even more excited than Chen Shuwen and Shi Chengdafu. After all, Zhang Yi is a genius who has made Zhenguo poems, if another Zhenguo poem is published today, the entire cocktail party will be famous in the Fuliu country, and they will be regarded as a stain.

Zhang Yi smiled indifferently: "Actually, it's very simple, I don't know which one is better at calligraphy, can I help you write poems? ”

"I'm coming!"

As soon as Zhang Yi's voice fell, a scholar walked out of the crowd, who was a scholar surnamed Yan among the three people in Fang Cai's Shicheng Dafu.

Liu Dezhao smiled happily: "Zhang Zhenguo, Brother Yan's calligraphy is the best white horse, and it is most suitable for him to write your poems." ”

Zhang Yi nodded again and again, this person surnamed Yan is quite famous, known as the crown of calligraphy of the younger generation in Baima County.

This person's name is Yan Kuan, a native of Rongyang City, Baima County, who has learned calligraphy since childhood, and was accepted by a calligraphy Confucian. This great Confucian once inadvertently revealed that Yan Kuan's calligraphy realm would not be below him in the future.

If Yan Kuan really couldn't hold back his loneliness and came to participate in today's cocktail party, he wouldn't have had the opportunity to help Zhang Yi write the next poem.

Yan Kuan prepared the pen and paper and put on a good posture, and the momentum of the whole person was natural, which was completely different from him who had never held a pen before. For such a calligrapher, the pen and paper in his hand is like a spear in the hand of a soldier.

"Brother Yan, then I'll trouble you. Zhang Yi saw that Yan Kuan was ready, his long body was erect, and he walked out of his seat.

Yan Kuan nodded slightly, without saying a word, and the spirit of his whole body was condensed on the Chinese treasure pen in his hand.

"You don't see, the water of the autumn river comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns. You don't see it, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk. Zhang Yi raised his head and read out the first sentence, and a sense of pride arose.

Yan Kuan's eyes showed a fine light, and he held a humanistic treasure pen in his hand, and quickly transcribed this poem on the best rice paper.

Boom! Three layers of treasure light suddenly appeared.

This poem was not written by Zhang Yi himself, there is no original Baoguang, and the three-layer Baoguang shows that the first line of the poem has reached the house, and everyone present was shocked.

Chen Shuwen was dumbfounded, his heart was full of blood and blood, and he almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood. Originally, I wanted to give Zhang Yi a good look, but I didn't expect that I was asking for hardship.

Feng Chonglou and Qiao Juzheng also opened their mouths wide, Zhang Yi's poem was obviously an extremely popular ancient poem 10,000 years ago, and few people do such poems today. I didn't expect Zhang Yi to be not only proficient, but also so powerful!

"Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon. , the daughter is scattered and comes back. ”

Zhang Yi closed his eyes and recited poetry, not disturbed by the reaction of everyone present.

Yan Kuan was even more concentrated, he was already sure that a Zhenguo poem would be born in his hands. It is a great honor to be able to write the poems of Zhenguo today. It's just that I only have the strength to lift people, so I'm afraid I can't write completely.

The second sentence was written, Baoguang added two more layers, and the poem became Mingzhou. The Wenbao pen in Yan Kuan's hand trembled slightly, and his face turned pale, obviously it was extremely difficult to write this poem with his strength.

"Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle for pleasure will require three hundred cups of drink. Zeng Guzi, Shan Qiusheng, will enter the wine, and the cup will not stop. Sing a song with you, please listen to it for me. ”

Zhang Yiyu recited self-forgetfully, suddenly heard a pop, and hurriedly opened his eyes.

Yan Kuan's mouth spat blood, the tiger's mouth cracked, and his face was like gold paper, completely losing his blood. The rice paper in front of him was emitting seven layers of precious light.

Everyone was stunned, they knew that Zhang Yi was interrupted by Yan Kuan's vomiting blood, and this poem could never end here. That shows that Zhang Yi has only done half of this poem, and he has already conquered the country.

Half poetry town country!

What if you do the whole poem?

Sixteen-year-old genius poet, no, already a demon!

PS: For the poems in this chapter, I chose poems for a few hours, and I used "Tanka Xing" when I wrote it, but after being reminded by a few friends, "Tanka Xing" is not as good as "Will Enter the Wine" here, so I will use "Will Enter the Wine".