Yang Zhao originally thought that Lu Zhi brought himself to the celebration banquet because he wanted to be recognized by the scholar family.

After a round of ridicule, Yang Zhao realized that Lu Zhi's purpose may not be in this aspect.

Those families will not recognize him as a country warrior.

Lu Zhi's intention may be to conquer the Yellow Turban's Zuo Zhonglang general Huangfu Song, the entire Han Dynasty, there are not many capable generals, and Huangfu Song is the most capable one among them.

Yang Zhao wants to kill thieves and defend the country, and it is most suitable to take the path of the army.

Lu Zhi set his sights on the army, and first took Yang Zhao to show his face in front of Huangfu Song, so that he could mix in the army in the future, the army was the best destination for Yang Zhao, and his career was not suitable.

Thinking of the teacher's intentions, Yang Zhao was even more grateful and stepped forward amid the ridicule of everyone.

"Excuse me, who can borrow a sword?"

He asked in a loud voice.

Cao Cao responded first, raised his sword, and said with a smile: "I have a sword here, Mingguang can use it." ”

They didn't know what the use of Yang Zhao suddenly asking for a sword was, but their mocking eyes did not decrease in the slightest.

"He's going to write poetry with a sword?"

"I think it's just a bluff!"

"This man is a husband, and he may not even be able to write, do you really believe that he can write poetry?"

……

Those children of the family began to talk again, sneering.

Yang Zhao listened to their voices, unmoved, took Cao Cao's sword and picked it gently, and the desk that had been placed in front of him just now was erected, and everyone still couldn't understand what he was going to do.

"Good sword!"

Yang Zhao pulled out the sword and pulled a sword flower, the sword body trembled slightly, the cold air was pressing, and said: "Thank you Brother Meng De for borrowing the sword, I will use the sword as a pen to write a poem." ”

"Good!"

Cao Cao was the only one who would interact with Yang Zhao, and he was full of interest: "Mingguang writes poems, and I read poems." ”

He did not doubt Yang Zhao's poetic talent, when he went to Guangzong, he heard Yang Zhao recite two lines of poetry, which were very good, and after coming back, he also found out that no one had ever written it before.

It can be said that it is original by Yang Zhao!

Yang Zhao stood with his sword and stabbed his sword at the desk.

From Yecheng to Guangzong, Yang Zhao had forgotten how many enemies he had killed, and he was full of murderous energy, and at this moment, he was full of murderous energy, like a sword out of the sheath.

The chilling killing intent swept through the entire banquet.

It was the first time for Lu Zhi and the others to see that Yang Zhao still had such a side, and they were surprised.

Yuan Kui, Yang Ci and other people from the family were slightly stunned, and they were also taken by this terrifying killing intent.

"This son is born to be a general!"

Huangfu Song commented.

He is full of interest in Yang Zhao, and the person who can be appreciated by Lu Zhi is really not simple!

Yang Zhao had read a lot of poetry books before, and also practiced calligraphy, using the sword as a pen, he could write a good hand, after brewing for a while, his wrist flipped over, and the tip of the sword fell on the desk, and after writing the first word, the speed of writing became faster and faster.

"Men should kill, and kill mercilessly."

"Immortal karma is all in killing."

"In the past, there were rich men, and they were righteous and promised."

"The eyes are murderous, and the body is lighter than a feather."

……

Cao Cao looked at the words on it, read it first, and suddenly felt a sense of slaughter, and came to him.

Everyone could see it, and they could hear Cao Cao's subdued and frustrated thoughts, and felt the fierce killing intent, which inadvertently made people feel cold, and thought in their hearts: "This son has such a heavy killing intent, so heavy anger." ”

Yang Zhao's poems continue.

He not only used the sword to write poems, but also integrated swordsmanship into the poems.

Write more sharply than the other.

Cao Cao read it while reading it, and was very surprised in his heart, and when he read the poem with a heavier killing, he found that his blood was boiling, and it seemed that he could echo the killing intent in the poem.

People from other families, even if Yuan Kui and others have seen a lot of big scenes, they also feel a little short of breath at this time, as if they were oppressed by killing intent.

"Blood flows thousands of miles, and the corpse pillows a thousand mountains."

"The strong man fights, and sleeps with the corpse of the enemy."

Yang Zhao's last word fell, and the sword was put into the sheath.

Cao Cao also finished reading, his face was full of excitement, and his face turned red, as if telling his excitement.

"Brother Mengde, thank you!"

Yang Zhao returned the sword, looked at Zhang Qing, who had provoked just now, and asked, "What does Brother Zhang think?" ”

He asked the people, "What do you think?" ”

There was silence.

Zhang Qing looked at the poems that happened to be written all over the desk, all the words were still written in cursive, flowing water, and the pen was like a sword, as if every stroke had a wisp of murderous and sword aura, so fierce that it was about to jump out of the desk and rush straight to himself.

The killing meaning in the poem is too prosperous!

He couldn't straighten his back.

Zhang Qing was defenseless in front of the poem, his face was pale, his breathing was heavy, he took two steps back in embarrassment, and he almost couldn't stand steadily, and he wanted to sit on the ground with his butt on his head, covered with cold sweat.

All the children of the family who laughed at Yang Zhao just now didn't dare to look directly at the poem at this time, turned their heads sideways to dodge, and couldn't bear this kind of killing intent, and those who were less courageous even trembled slightly.

I was so scared that my legs went limp.

Yuan Kui and Yang Ci and other heads of the family could still remain calm, and looked at Yang Zhao in surprise at this moment, and finally officially examined this township brave horseman.

This son is not just as simple as a puppet, it is different from what he thinks, no wonder he will be accepted by Lu Zhi, he can use a poem to make everyone present speechless, and the whole Luoyang is afraid that he will not be able to find a second person!

Lu Zhi was surprised, but with a smile on his face, he didn't blame Yang Zhao for being so sharp.

After all, it is normal to be young and vigorous, and to be sharp.

"Good!"

It was Huangfu Song who spoke first, his eyes flashed with a strange light, and he exclaimed: "A poem of Mingguang is worth thousands of troops!" ”

His eyes were blazing, and he looked directly at Yang Zhao.

If it weren't for Lu Zhi's relationship, he would not hesitate to extend an olive branch and take this son under his command first.

Huangfu Song had heard that Yang Zhao was very fierce in killing the enemy, and thought that he was just a fierce general.

Now that I see Yang Zhao writing poems, he can also integrate killing intent and sword moves into his poems, he has talent and knowledge, he can be said to be both civil and military, and he is a handsome general.

It doesn't matter if you don't have a family background, Huangfu Song believes that such a person will definitely be able to shine in the future, but it takes a long time to accumulate.

The families present, except for Lu Zhi, were all short-sighted.

"Thank you General Huangfu for your appreciation."

Yang Zhao bowed and asked everyone present: "I don't know what you think, what do you think of my poetry?" ”

They were still speechless, because the killing intent on the desk was still there, and it was difficult for them to breathe, as if they had no strength to speak.

Yang Zhao wanted this effect, smiled indifferently, and raised his sleeves with a wave.

Syllable!

The desk is torn apart.

The killing intent above all dissipated.

Call......

The suppressed children of the family were finally able to take a breath, and looked at Yang Zhao's gaze with shock.

Especially Zhang Qing, who came to provoke at the beginning, his clothes were almost soaked, and the cold sweat was like a waterfall and rain, and he still couldn't ease up.