A poem broke through the array, startled the sky and the waves, everyone from the initial indignation, and then by the picture depicted in the poem into it, one after another intoxicated, in a trance, back to the Han Dynasty opened up the territory, the soldiers in the frontier, bloody killing of the enemy.

On the ship, Shangguan Jin faced Xu Jianping, although the position he stood was higher than it, but he felt the sword intent in his hand, deep into the soul, in Shangguan Jin's heart, Xu Jianping at this time was raised flatly, like the Buddha King Kong Dharma, his eyes were angry, and he unconsciously took three steps back, and then looked around, Xu felt a little embarrassed, so he forcibly endured the fear in his heart and retorted: "You are just a martial artist, relying on the skill of killing the enemy on the battlefield, go back to your land earlier, don't be embarrassed here, how do you know what poetry is." ”

Shangguan Jin wanted him to wear a long knife, but he was not wearing a messenger uniform, and mistakenly thought that he was a soldier.

Xu Jianping withdrew the long knife, didn't even look at it, and said to Chen Yibing's table: "Bring the wine to ......."

"I'm done, Xu Chengzuo still has such technical work!" Chen Yibing's face was incredulous, and he heard that Xu Jianping was calling him to deliver wine, so he hurriedly handed it over with a wine jug.

Xu Jianping took the wine jug, Xu thought that the scholarly shirt was in the way, so he directly unbuttoned the cufflinks of his jacket, tied it around his waist with long sleeves, and lifted the wine jug with both hands, raised it above his head, with the mouth of the pot facing down, his nostrils facing up, and he drank with his head up......

After drinking until he was halfway through, he shook his hand and wiped the wine stains on his mouth, and said in a crazy way: "It's just a poem, what's so difficult, wait and listen to it." ”

"The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is deep in spring. When I feel the tears, I hate the birds. The beacon fire lasted for three months, and the family letter was worth 10,000 dollars. The whitehead scratching is shorter, and the hairpin is overwhelming. ”

After a song, everyone in the pavilion was not immersed in it, Xu Jianping did not stop, turned around, looked at the people in the pavilion, and whispered with drunken eyes:

"When is the spring flower and autumn moon? How much do you know about the past? Xiaolou had another east wind last night, so the country could not afford to look back at the moonlight. The carved fence and jade masonry should still be there, but the face has changed. How sad can you be? ”

Xu Jianping seemed to think of the past, his hazy eyes began to be firm, and the people below heard half of it, although they couldn't hear it all, but they were already infected by the lyrics of this poem. Everyone was silent, no one dared to urge the next sentence, and they all read it carefully in their hearts.

Suddenly, Xu Jianping turned around and looked at the end of the endless Xiangjiang River,

"It's like a river flowing eastward."

At this time, everyone looked at Xu Jianping's eyes and became respectful, and felt that the shirtless young man in front of him, holding a knife in one hand and a pot in the other, was no longer an earthly person, but a heavenly man.

Xu Jianping didn't notice everyone's eyes, he drank too much, and he was also excited, picked up the remaining half pot of wine, drank it in one gulp, and continued to speak,

"You don't see, the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky," the free and easy feeling is overflowing.

"Wildfires can't be burned, and the spring breeze blows and grows ......"

"If the two love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and twilight" children's private feelings, how can they care about the present day.

"White Sun...... to the next level" this situation, this scene, this person, this thing.

A pot of wine, dozens of poems, ten pots of wine, hundreds.

Xu Jianping sang hundreds of poems, and on the boat, Shangguan Jin was already sitting on the ground, the talent of the sky, the chief of the Jixia School Palace, the champion of the new department, and the top of the list of people in the world, but so what, he has been studying for more than 20 years, and he has composed no less than 100 poems, but it is not as good as Xu Jianping's night, time, and even a pot of wine.

Sentence classic, the first swan song, if one song is accidental, three songs are geniuses, then hundreds of songs, should be immortals.

Shangguan Jin was defeated, the defeated body was incomplete, the defeated heart was unwilling, unwilling, and the defeated had no hope of revenge, he knew that maybe he would not be able to surpass Xu Jianping in poetry in his life.

Huang Furui was lying on the ground at the moment, writing hard, and dozens of people behind him were holding a huge piece of rice paper in their hands, on which was the poem sung by Xu Jianping, and everyone was careful to protect the rice paper in their hands, lest the breeze blow and blow away the ink of the rice paper.

Qian Zhutou and Chen Yibing both looked at Xu Jianping with surprise on their faces at the moment, and Chen Yibing was shocked that the poems he wrote were so good and so many. Qian Zhutou was surprised that his little belly could hold so much wine.

On the second floor, the twelve golden flowers of Xiaoxiang Pavilion stand together at the railing, or their hands are crossed on their waists, or they are leaning sideways, or they are waiting, their eyes are full of confusion, and they wish that they were the people who are facing the twilight.

On the third floor, the yellow-clothed maid looked at Xu Jianping, who was wandering below, and her heart rippled, this is the person that Miss chose today, although it is far away, and the appearance can not be seen really, but looking at the momentum of the knife and looking at the north, and the poetry looking at the south, I think it should be a person with strong blood, especially when it is on its upper body, revealing its strong muscles, the maid is not shy, but has a look of expectation,

"Miss, Miss, come out and take a look!"

Concubine Xiaoxiang sat in front of the bookcase, smiled, leaned down, and her chest flashed inexplicably white and tender, only to see her hands pressing the rice paper in front of her, blowing gently, and the ink on the paper was not dry......

"Dare to ask Brother Taizun's surname, where the teacher comes from, he is not as good as others in today's art, and the top position of the next person in the world will be yours." Shangguan Jin still had that arrogant face, as if he was humble to others.

Xu Jianping closed his eyes, maybe he was drunk or tired, stopped chanting, slowly walked to the north of the pavilion, looked at the faintly visible mountains and mountains in the distance, and said lightly: "I am just a little man, a literati thing, a matter of yours." My wish, the world is peaceful, the people are peaceful, and my heart is also peaceful. ”

There was an uproar in the cabinet, although this language was very light, and its text was extremely plain, but every word was heart-wrenching, what is the first person in the world, I don't care, how you love it. What a heart, what a spirit.

Shangguan Jin's face suddenly turned red after hearing this, yes, others are too lazy to fight with you, the first thing you think, others disdain.

"The red-faced monkey doesn't go back to your land, don't be embarrassed here." There is no shortage of good deeds in the cabinet, and they returned Shangguan Jin's ridicule of Xu Jianping before.

"Ru, you, Er and other vulgar villains" Shangguan Jin couldn't breathe for a while, and actually fainted, and several people around him hurriedly helped him up and retreated to the cabin.

At ten o'clock in the evening, everyone saw that the battle over poetry had ended, as long as it was not Shangguan Jin's house, it was a pig, not to mention that it was still a hundred poems a night. It is said that there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts, but today's Jiangnan literati rarely look at each other pleasing to the eye, and literati are light, that does not exist.

"The good day has arrived, today with poetry to choose the line, Xu Gongzi is brilliant, the leader of the fight, now I ask Xu Gongzi to move to the third floor." The yellow-clothed maid appeared at the fence on the third floor and announced to everyone downstairs.

Everyone drank to the heart, and when they heard this word, no one was jealous, only envious, and they stood up and coaxed.

"3rd Floor, 3rd Floor, 3rd Floor, 3rd Floor......"

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