The foaming waves of water slowly receded, and the jade plate happened to stop on the stamen in the center of the golden lotus, and the water droplets rolled and rolled slowly, flashing with a blurry light in the afternoon sun.

The middle-aged Taoist slowly put down the crystal wine cup, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.

Kong Junzi looked into the distance, and the corner of his eye lingered on the breasts and buttocks of several girls.

Tuke nibbled on a bone-in honey sauce ham and dipped his fingers in the golden abalone sauce of snow orange sauce.

Xie Xuan's eyes looked back and forth on the three of them, these three people's identities and origins were unknown, and they were the most suspicious, and nine times out of ten they were secretly playing tricks. Although my cousin is a member of the Taoist sect, she has always acted uprightly and will never secretly stir up trouble.

But then again, this game of writing poems with the spirit of a king seems to have the intention of provoking the imperial power, and it is more like it is out of the hands of the Daomen. Xie Xuan subconsciously looked at Xie Yongxu, who generously picked up the jade plate, played with it for a while, and praised lightly: "This honey jade chalcedony is ancient and does not contain any impurities, and it is indeed a rare cultivation thing in the world. "Say goodbye and hand it to Zhi Hunting.

Zhijia really took it in his hand, and the jade board was slippery and greasy, as if it had been smeared with a layer of grease. If you look closely, there are many honeycomb-shaped holes on the surface of the jade plate, and once it touches the human skin, it will slowly secrete honey-colored pith oil. These marrow oils are clear and flawless, with a fragrant smell, and can be eaten directly, which is more effective than ordinary honey jade.

Zhi Jia Zhen handed the honey jade to Kong Jiuyan, who was sitting next to him, and the people took turns to enjoy the game, and finally transferred it to Xie Xuan. He rolled his eyes, and threw it aside without looking, this is a hot potato.

Yi Mo looked at the people on the golden lotus from afar, his expression uncertain. Qu Yu Liuyu was his temptation on a whim, but he really had the children of the scholar clan who were ready to move, and they were willing to be pawns of the Daomen.

"Your table is lively, first there is a fight of wine, and then there is a poem, which is really out of the limelight of this year's Mengyin Festival. Yi Mo burst out laughing and exclaimed, "That being the case, you will each write a poem, show your domineering spirit, and let everyone see who this piece of honey jade chalcedony is!"

"Plop", as soon as Yimo's words fell, Xie Xuan fell down in response, snoring like thunder, his drunken eyes were half-closed and half-open, and streams of cloudy saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth, and he was drunk "at the right time".

Laughing loudly in the hall, Yuan Wan couldn't help but say: "What a smart and clever child." ”

Xie Qingfeng smiled bitterly: "This kid just has the strength of a scoundrel." ”

Yuan Wan was silent for a while, and sighed softly: "This kind of energy is not something that everyone can have. "When I first saw her, if she left everything behind, followed that person with a dead face, and followed him to the end of the world with a sword......

"It's a pity. Xie Yongxu glanced at Xie Xuan with regret, "Ah Xuan is free and uninhibited by nature, but he can't let go of the house. With such a broken thread and a dilemma, how can you focus on the avenue?"

"Isn't this his own way?" sighed Shikari, "people always have to bear their burdens. ”

"That's right. Xie Yongying smiled, full of bright light, "You understand him." ”

Xie Xuan's drooping eyelids trembled slightly, and a little strangeness passed through his heart.

"Your Highness, I'll do it first!" Pan Anren suddenly shook his feet and bowed to Yimo, shouting loudly.

There was a sudden silence all around, and countless pairs of eyes turned to Pan Anren.

Pan Bi's face sank: "How can this little beast compose poetry? He was lost face by Yuan An, and he was unwilling." ”

Pan Shilang said in a low voice: "Big brother, the second nephew took the lead, after all, he followed the will of the Daomen." ”

Pan Bi snorted: "I'm afraid that he will make a fool of himself in public again!"

Pan Shilang's eyes flashed, he called a confidant over, whispered a few words, and someone came to take the order.

Pan Anren looked around at the crowd and calmed down. He is not quick-witted, but has already drafted. In the past, before his eldest brother went to Dimengdao, he wrote a poem in the study, which is very suitable for today's topic. No one knew about this, and he used it to suppress Yuan An's limelight.

"A thousand invincible horses,

Calling for wind and rain to swallow the wilderness.

Stepping on the clouds and falling stars,

The sunrise is shining in the heavens and the earth!"

Pan Anren held his head high and read this poem, and everyone applauded, and the Pan children cheered thunderously. Xie Xuan blinked his eyelids and felt strange, when will this kid Pan Sanyan write poetry?

"Good momentum! Good momentum!" Pan Shilang's face was full of joy, and he praised the festival, "Big brother, Anren's poem stepped on the sun and the moon, swallowing the world, showing the domineering spirit of my Pan valve man!"

Pan Bi stroked his beautiful beard and bowed his head slightly.

"Everybody laughed. Pan Anren arched his hand in all directions, his ostentatious gaze swept over the people at the table, and fell on Zhi Jiazhen, yin and yang said in a strange manner, "Why, the famous Bai Ma Lang is still thinking and meditating?

"It's my turn. Xie Yongxu raised his glass and drank it all, casually threw away the wine glass, and groaned,

"Draw your sword and divide the sea,

The mountains are covered with light.

Drunk and lying in the air,

The world listens to snoring. ”

"Okay!" Yi Mo was amazed, staring at Xie Yongxu's heroic beauty, and couldn't help but feel distracted. I have heard that Xie's Yongxu is known as a poet, and it is indeed worthy of its reputation. This poem is heroic and chic, domineering and introverted, and its artistic conception is more evocative than Pan Anren's.

As soon as Xie Yongxu's poem came out, the rest of the nobles knew that they were invincible, so they shook their heads and refused. Tuke still buried his head in eating and drinking, the middle-aged Taoist was silent, Kong Jiuyan's face turned red, and in front of everyone's eyes, he was so embarrassed that he couldn't even speak, let alone write poems?

The voice sounded suddenly, and the tone was subdued, echoing in the heavens and the earth for a long time:

"Crotch wishful thinking,

Wipe the knots high.

Come and stab the sky,

The white waves drown the sky!"

After reading a poem, there was silence all around, everyone looked at each other, and after a while, they all burst into frying pan-like laughter.

"It's getting high, that thing is domineering enough!" "Even God did it, hahaha!" "The white waves are flooding the sky, this is the first macho man in the world! I don't know which master did it?"

A pair of hot eyes roamed the faces of everyone in the banquet, and Kong Junzi turned his head in surprise and looked at Xie Xuan.

When everyone saw it, they immediately shouted: "Look, it was Xie Dazui! I know that this guy has always been open-mouthed!" "It's his voice!" Haha, Xie Dazui is majestic enough, and he will stab the sky when he is drunk!" Everyone was overjoyed, making fun of it, and some bold women couldn't help but aim at Xie Xuan's lower body.

Xie Xuan was stunned, and a mouthful of old blood almost spurted out. Kong Jiuyan secretly glanced at Kong Junzi and quietly transmitted: "It's not good that you blame others like this?"

Kong Junzi sighed sadly: "Those who know me say that I am worried, and those who do not know me say what I want." I gave him this domineering masterpiece to help him become famous in one fell swoop, isn't it good enough to ask for such an unrequited kindness?"

Kong Jiuyan was stunned for a long time: "What you said makes sense. ”

"Yuan An, what are you still grinding for? If you can't make a poem, you can admit defeat quickly!" Pan Anren shouted impatiently, "Could it be that your white horse lang was made for you in advance by someone else?"

The children of the family looked suspicious and exchanged words one after another. Zhi Zhenzhen smiled indifferently, stood up, and his eyes swept over the heads of the black people on both sides of the strait, wanting to read out the poem he had written.

Suddenly, a corner of the spiritual world shook, and a huge mountain rose from under his feet, climbing endlessly to the heights.

The wind whistled and swept by, looking down at the vast void below, he was dressed in white like snow, isolated next to the plane tree, and slowly pulled out his long sword.

On the Qinhuai River, the white robe of Zhi Hunt was flying, and he slowly pulled out his long sword in the same posture.

The light of the sword brightened up over all the light in the world.

"The universe is born like a prison cell,

Swallow the Netherworld and trap all directions.

A sword splits the Chaos Sun,

I am the only light in heaven and earth!"

The audience was silent, looking at the figure of the young man raising his sword to the sky. Yimo was silent for a long time, and sighed lightly: "The momentum is unparalleled, and this is the best." ”

Pan Bi was gloomy and silent, Pan Shilang quietly made a gesture, and a shrill voice suddenly sounded in the crowd: "I am the only light of heaven and earth?