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"Hmm~ Where am I?"

Yang Xi opened his eyes, still a little confused.

"Write it quickly, Yang Shi, you won't be unable to write it."

"Hahaha, who doesn't know that you Yang Jiashilang, the tiger father and the dog, can't be a martial artist."

"Yes, today you just have to admit that you are a piece of shit, and you don't have to write."

"That's right! There is no need for the martial arts competition in the back, so as not to beat you up. ”

Before he could come back to his senses, Yang Xi heard this kind of sound coming into his ears.

What's the situation? Didn't I just get home from overtime until 12 o'clock, open the game, and get ready to play.

As soon as I got home, lying on the sofa at home, turning on my mobile phone to create a good role in the new game area, I felt a sharp pain in my heart, and my whole body strength was drained, and then I was unconscious when I hit my face with my mobile phone.

Suddenly, huge memories poured in like a tide, and Yang Xi felt his head dizzy for a while, and couldn't help but fall backwards.

"Hey, don't play dead."

The people behind him helped Yang Shi.

Accepting those memories, Yang Xi also reacted and knew the specific situation.

Is this a sudden death crossing?

Now his identity is the Shenzhou Continent, the prince of the opposite sex of the Great Xia Dynasty, the fourth grandson of the King of Pingxi, one of the generals of Zhenguo, and the fourth son of the General Zhenxi, also called Yang Shi.

The Yang family of Great Xia is a family of Jiangmen, sitting in the western realm of Great Xia.

There are five new generations of the Yang family, and Yang Shi is the most unproductive, and he was confirmed to be a leaky body at birth, and there is no hope for practicing martial arts in this life.

can only learn literature, but how can Yang Shi, who was born in Jiangmen, learn good literature, but good martial arts.

In addition, the Great Xia Kingdom is surrounded by enemies, and the people of the Great Xia Kingdom worship literature and martial arts, and those who are both civil and military are the most worshipped.

It's a pity that he was born with a leaky body, and his family hopes that he will learn literature, and there is no systematic professor Yang Shi to learn martial arts, except for some flower fists and embroidered legs, basically nothing will be done.

This is not Yang Shi was pushed out by the family, participated in the poetry meeting in Xixiang City, and was teased by the tiger father and dog.

The young and vigorous Yang Shi was naturally angry, boasting that he was both civil and military.

caused Wei Song, the son of Xixiang City Thorn Shi, to laugh at him.

Yang Shi, who was ridiculed, was even more angry and spoke against him.

So, I don't know who proposed it, this was originally a poetry meeting, so it was simply a literary competition.

First Wenbi, then fight!

And the theme of this poetry meeting is that the enemy country in the western border of Great Xia is a little restless, and it is estimated that there is a high probability that war will break out again.

Then let Yang Shi and Wei Song each write a side poem, and whoever writes well will win.

The martial arts competition between Yang Xi and Wei Songwen attracted the entire poetry club to watch.

In this poetry meeting, basically the entire young generation of Xixiang City was there, including some female dependents.

If you make a fool of yourself here, it is basically equivalent to the death of the society.

Wei Song waved on the spot and wrote a high-quality side poem.

Who here doesn't know who, although Wei Song is a bit literate, he will never be able to write poems of this level.

It is estimated that I bought it in advance and used it to pretend to be a poet.

It's just that no one has exposed it, and there is no need to offend the son of the assassin of Xixiang City for no reason.

Originally, Yang Shi, who was thinking of coming over to make soy sauce, did not prepare in advance, Wei Song finished writing, and the rice paper in front of Yang Shi was still blank.

The people around him were still frantically urging, but Yang Xi wrote it, and in a hurry, he didn't ease up in one breath, and there was no one left.

was so angry that he was just angry?

Yang Xi was stunned for a while.

"Hey, hey, don't pretend to be dead, write quickly, if you can't write, admit defeat and admit that you are a waste."

"Yes, yes, write quickly."

Yang Shi raised his head and looked different, this world is not the original world, and naturally there is no poet Taibai in the original world, poet saint Du Fu and the like.

I can't write poetry, but I can copy it.

As the saying goes, if you learn mathematics, physics and chemistry well, you will not be afraid to go all over the world.

But Yang Xi is a liberal arts student, and he is really not good at mathematics, physics and chemistry, but copying poems, as a representative of Chinese classes when he was a student, has more than 300 poems in his mind.

"Who said I couldn't write." Yang Yan opened his mouth with confidence.

"Then you should write." A person on the side urged.

"What is urging? Let me think about it, no. Yang Xi began to rummage through the suitable side poems in his memory.

After all, it was a student incident, although these poems were all ripe at the time, and now I have forgotten them.

But after all, the memory is deep, and you can still remember it if you think about it carefully.

So, Yang Shi still held the brush, frowning and pondering.

Around, the crowd of onlookers had already begun to laugh.

Obviously, Yang Xi obviously can't write it like this.

On the other side, Wei Songtoe looked at Yang Shi arrogantly: "Admit defeat, even if you write it, do you think you can beat my poem?" ”

Pregnant! That's you!

At this time, Yang Shi's brows stretched out, and he put pen to paper.

Fortunately, the original owner of the brush has practiced, although it is not good-looking, but it can be seen anyway.

Brush~

Yang Xi was writing, but the sarcasm and ridicule around him did not stop, and only a few people noticed that Yang Xi was writing.

"yes, what kind of literary talent can he have."

"Even if you write it, you don't know what kind of bullshit it is."

The people around him were still mocking, but Yang Xi had already finished writing and called it a day.

"Alas~" Yang Xi looked at the pen and ink on the rice paper and talked for a while.

After all, I was helpless, and I just crossed over and became a copyist.

"I've got it written."

Yang Shi spoke.

There were still people talking and mocking around, and suddenly there was silence.

Beside Yang Xian, someone couldn't wait to look at it and recited it at the same time.

Saigo words

Pu grape wine luminous cup, want to drink the pipa immediately urge.

Drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Mo smiled, and a few people came back to fight in ancient times.

The flowers and birds in Qinzhong have been answered, and the wind and sand outside the plug are still cold.

Listening to the willows folded at night, teaching people to remember Chang'an.

Originally known as Liangzhou Ci, written by the Tang Dynasty poet Wang Han, Yang Xi changed it to Xixiang Ci in order to meet the occasion, after all, this is Xixiang City.

As for Chang'an in the last sentence, it is also a coincidence that the Great Xia Wangcheng is also called Chang'an.

After all, the meaning of this name is really good, Chang'an Chang'an, long-term peace and stability, and the name used to be the royal capital is also normal.

Be quiet.

Deathly silence.

Pu grape wine luminous cup, want to drink the pipa immediately urge.

Drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Mo smiled, and a few people came back to fight in ancient times.

Just these few sentences can throw Wei Song's side-plug poem eight streets.

Grape wine glow-in-the-dark glass, they are not ordinary people present at this poem, and there will naturally be no shortage of relatively luxurious eating, drinking and delicacies, and this sentence is also particularly appropriate.

In the poetry club, in addition to Yang Xian, there are also many young people from Jiangmen, and they all have elders and relatives who died on the battlefield.

I also have a lot of feelings about that sentence of a few people who came to fight in ancient times.

"This can't be, how can you write such a poem." Wei Song's face was incredulous.

"You copied it, this is definitely copying!" Wei Song kept shouting.

"Yes, this level of poetry is really written by him?"

"I don't believe it anyway."

There was a lot of talk around.

"Whose did I copy? Have you seen this poem before? Yang Yan grinned.

"This level of poetry, are you willing to let others copy it?" Yang Shi looked around.

Hearing this, everyone was silent.

Yes, if you had written a poem of this level, you would have publicized it everywhere a long time ago, after all, this is a good poem that can be passed down through the ages.

"The first thing I wrote was naturally what I wrote."

Yang Xi didn't panic at all: "You can write a better poem than this, otherwise I won?" ”

Hearing this, Wei Song was dumbfounded, he went to heaven to get a better poem than this, and the last one was bought from a Xiucai at a great price.

I wanted to pretend to be forced in this poem, but now it has become a foil for Yang Shi.

"Okay, even if Wenbi wins, let's fight!!"

Wei Song's face was gloomy, he had decided to wait for the martial arts, he must give Yang Xi a profound lesson!

Originally, he just wanted to beat Yang Shi and make him make a fool of himself.

However, now he decided to make a heavy hand, at least let Yang Xi lie in bed for ten days and half a month.

Even if Yang Xian's background is terrible, but the big deal about the junior is to be reprimanded.

Hearing this, Yang Xian's heart suddenly suddenly, the poems are okay, he can be a copyist.

But what kind of martial arts will he do in the competition, if he doesn't admit defeat, otherwise he will really be beaten.

Moreover, looking at Wei Song's appearance, it is definitely not easy to start.

Wei Song, as the son of Xixiang Thorn History, although he is not both civil and military, he still has two brushes more or less.

"Who dares to bully my fourth brother!"

At this moment, a tall "strong man" suddenly broke into the scene of the poetry meeting.

"Why is this brute here?"

"Damn, Yang Hu."

"Hehe, Wei Song is miserable."

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The person who came was Yang Shi's own brother, Yang Hu! Yang family goro!

Don't look at Yang Hu's tall and big horses, in fact, Yang Hu is two years younger than Yang Hu, and he is only fifteen this year.

Yang Hu, as his name suggests, is not an ordinary tiger, but Yang Hu is born with divine power.

Compared with Yang Xi with a leaky body, Yang Hu is a martial arts genius, and with a strange power, ordinary people are not his opponents at all.

It turned out that some people who were close to the Yang family at the poetry meeting saw that Yang Hu was about to be bullied, so they hurriedly asked people to inform Yang Hu.

It's useless to inform the elders, after all, it's not good for adults to protect their calves in matters between juniors.

But if Yang Hu really wants to get up, he won't tell you any reason.

Soon, Yang Hu, who came in, saw Yang Xi in the crowd, his eyes lit up, and he pushed away the person in front of him like a little chicken, and came to Yang Shi.

"Fourth brother, whoever bullied you told me, I beat him flat!" Yang Hu's loud voice shouted.

Under normal circumstances, it is the elder brother who protects the younger brother, but Yang Xi is a leaky body, and his body has been relatively thin since he was a child.

Yang Hu has completely inherited the genes of the Yang family, he is tall and big, and his mother whispered in his ear when he was a child, your fourth brother is weak, and you will have to protect your fourth brother in the future.

Yang Xian couldn't help but look at Wei Song.

Following Yang Yan's gaze, Yang Hu locked on to Wei Song.

Brush~

Yang Hu stepped forward, and those who were close to Wei Song hurriedly dodged away in fright.

"Are you bullying my fourth brother?" Yang Hu stared at Wei Song with a pair of tiger eyes.

Wei Song couldn't help but take a step back and swallowed his saliva: "I didn't bully him, he promised to fight with me." ”

"Wen Bi Yang has won, how can I bully him." Wei Song opened his mouth with some grievances.

"Huh? My fourth brother won? Yang Hu was a little stunned, and then scratched his head a little honestly.

"No, Wen Bi won against my fourth brother, what about martial arts? You all know that my fourth brother can't practice martial arts, and he has to fight martial arts, aren't you bullying people? ”

Yang Hu suddenly reacted.

Then, Yang Hu clenched his fists and creaked: "Come on, I'll fight with you." ”

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