"No, no, no......" The drunken Wei Ming shook his head like a rattle, pointed to his nose and said, "I, I can also drink some wine, listen to a song, and write poetry."

Mr. Qin Qing said with a smile: "People say that there are 100 poems about fighting wine, Wei Ming, your kid's wine is under one jar after another, just see that the stomach is swollen, and I don't see half of the egg left."

Hearing this joke, the hall immediately burst into laughter.

"Qinqing, don't interrupt your kid, if you don't have your daughter-in-law here, see if I don't beat you all over the ground to find your teeth." Wei Ming staggered to his feet, and after staggering for a while, he pointed his hand at Jiang Ziwang in the distance and said, "I've heard of you, can you write one for us."

Hearing this, the old man hurriedly ordered someone to prepare pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

Jiang Ziwang saw that the spearhead was pointing directly, so he quickly stood up, shook his head at Wei Ming and refused: "I am only shallow in my studies, and my ability is really limited......

Before Jiang Ziwang finished speaking, he heard a light cough all around.

Don't joke big brother, even if people don't believe that you have this strength, can't the position of the left sacrificial wine of the Jixia School Palace fall from the sky and smash on your head? You Jiang Ziwang said that you are only a shallow learner, and there are not many people who are rich and wealthy in that day.

"No, no, no......" Wei Ming waved his hand and said, "I believe in you, but can you write my name when you write, hiccup~ I can also take it out to show off."

"Wei Ming, what people want Xiaoyou to write is also a poem by other people's friends, what do you show off?" The Prison Cow wondered.

"When it spreads, no one knows my Wei Ming's name." Wei Ming patted his chest and said.

Everyone was a little speechless, you Wei Ming is a king, your name is hanging on the throne, how many people in the world don't know you?

Except for the woman who didn't want to hear the name...... The prisoner Niu suddenly understood, and then looked at Jiang Ziwang and said, "The Qin Club begins with a poem, which is also an elegant thing, why does Ziwang Xiaoyou think it is?"

Before Jiang Ziwang could speak, the old man rushed to the front with a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and whispered, "It's good to leave some pen and ink for sacrificial wine."

Jiang Ziwang paused, rolled up his sleeves and picked up the Nine Golden Dragon Pen and said with a smile: "It's okay, then Ziwang is better to be respectful than obey his fate."

Maybe he will not be able to walk under this light in the future, or maybe he can only be with the darkness in the future, and he will not see the light of day all day, Jiang Ziwang wants to come, in fact, it is also brilliant to seal the pen with this grand event, at least it proves that he Jiang Ziwang has been to this world once and has left his name in the book.

Or if future generations mention him, in addition to the disgust born from within, there can be a trace of pity and pity, even if it is just a trace.

The old man personally removed the pastries and fresh fruits on the table in front of Jiang Ziwang, spread the paper and put the paperweight, and carefully grinded it with Jiuxiao Spring Dew Ink.

Jiang Ziwang sat up again, straightened up, and was silent looking at the pen and paper in front of him.

Concubine Rui Ling, who was in the distance, also rarely wiped the pastry residues from the corners of her mouth, lowered her head, looked at the right hand under the table that was quickly pinching, and muttered to herself from time to time.

As the seal on Rui Lingfei's right hand became faster and faster, extremely small cracks began to appear on her hand, as if it was as shocking as a broken porcelain.

After another moment, Concubine Rui Ling had to stop her right hand, and then flicked it lightly, the crack in her right hand disappeared in an instant, and at the same time, in a great wilderness thousands of miles away, a huge mountain peak that towered into the sky and covered an extremely wide area burst with a bang, and the creatures on the mountain, no matter how big or small, were scorched and blackened as if they had been damned, and they could no longer die.

This is a kind of ancient secret art, which is said to have been passed down by a supreme god and demon in the era of gods and demons, although it has been passed down to the present day, it is incomplete, but it is very suitable for Rui Lingfei to use it to offset the curse of the heavenly machine.

It's just that what makes Concubine Rui Ling extremely puzzling is that she can vaguely launch his future direction just now, but now even if she bears the curse of shattering her body and bones for a moment, she can't guess a bit, as if this person doesn't exist at all, or is it deliberately hidden?

Thinking of this, Ruiling

The concubine looked at the west with a frightened face, as if she wanted to see through the waves of thousands of miles and hundreds of millions of mountains and rivers at a glance to see what the huge Emperor Yuan Hall was going to do before she was willing to stop.

"What's wrong with Ryling?" The prisoner cow felt the abnormality of Concubine Rui Ling, and hurriedly cast a nervous gaze, the true dragon clan is mostly Lingyu Longzhou or the surrounding states and various small worlds, but the prisoner cow is the vast island reef in the endless sea, when his younger brother Zhen Tuo carried out this Qin Island from the bottom of the sea, this is actually the dojo of the prison cow, so everything here is actually in the prison cow is just a book under the sun, and the ten lines are in the eyes at a glance.

It is precisely because of this that it is strange that Concubine Rui Ling can even deduce the ruins that fell into the depths of the endless wilderness with her own strength, but why did the deduction fail now? With her abilities or what are she deducing?

Concubine Rui Ling shook her head a little tiredly, and didn't say anything.

The prisoner cow also knew that Rui Lingfei was lazy, thinking that she was too lazy to open it, so she didn't want to ask anything more, but she nodded slightly to this Rui Lingfei, and then threw a look at the servants on the side and asked them to bring some pastries and fruits for Rui Lingfei, before continuing to turn his head to look at Jiang Ziwang, who had just picked up the pen and had not yet put down the pen, and Lu Tong, a Chu madman who was still watching the qin.

The young man is hot and angry, but he is still willing to sit down and do it slowly for some things, some people are rebellious for a while, and people can see it at a glance, and some people have ten thousand thunders in their stomachs, and they are like the wind, and they sit like pines and cypresses, so that the young man is even more enviable.

Concubine Rui Ling looked at Jiang Ziwang, her eyes were full of confusion, and in the end, she could only sigh, and picked up a newly served pastry and tasted it carefully.

Finally, after a long time, Lu Tong took a deep breath and began to hold his breath and carefully adjust the guqin's "Taigu Relics", from stabilizing Yueshan to Zhenchi and the piano eye, one by one began to tune the strings and began to audition.

With Lu Tong's fingers gently plucked, the first sound of the piano finally sounded, and everyone listened attentively, but what caught everyone off guard was that the sound was chaotic, like a woodcutter sawing a tree, and like an old man who had not spoken for thousands of years with a mouthful of old phlegm stuck in his throat, everyone looked at each other, and their eyes were full of complexity, and only the eyes of the prisoner cow were still clear, and they were still full of endless expectations for the "Great Sage's Voice".

Lu Tong adjusted slightly, followed by the second, third, fourth, fifth, and sixth tones...... With Lu Tong's continuous playing, the sound of the piano became clearer and clearer, like the cry of a phoenix bird, and like a gentle breeze, this long piano that had been buried in endless years finally showed its shocking side.

And everyone no longer pays attention to the corner, Jiang Ziwang has quietly put down the pen.