"You........ You, foul language, insulting Sven!"

The fat man in the blue shirt was choked by the young man's rough mouth all of a sudden, and his fat face was swollen red with anger, but he held his identity as a student, and it was not easy to cross-examine and scold.

There was an uproar in Guiyuan, and Mr. Gao, who was sitting on the chief seat, also looked displeased, and the third son, Jin Yanxi, shook his head slightly, with a helpless face.

The shopkeeper of "Lu Yuju", the middle-aged man with Eguan looked embarrassed, approached Chen Chucai, clasped his fists, and said: "This brother, this place is an elegant place, and it is a loss of identity to use foul language. ”

"Hey..........hey"

The young man sneered and replied: "The sage has a book cloud: Shi Dog's tail is cow dung, and Zhilan is only secretly incense! This dead fat man is not even as good as a dog's tail flower, and he deserves to be polite to him? Could it be that the woman in the Western Wilderness has no personality, so he is full of dung? What's more, the marriage contract between the prince of Yanxi and the Feiman Department is still there. ”

"This ........"

Eguan's middle-aged man was speechless, he didn't know which book had such a sage fallacy, but he couldn't admit it in public!

I have to say that although Chen Chucai is rude and aggressive, he has the evidence of the sages, and he is also involved in the marriage of the third son, which suddenly makes everyone feel that his scolding is right, and it is the blue-shirted fat man who is at fault first.

Immediately, the sighs in the private seat continued, and even Jin Yanxi threw a hateful glance at the bastard, which made the dead fat man feel terrified, and he knew that he had invisibly offended Chu Qiao, a young man from Lancang County.

Chen Chucai didn't care about it, straightened his chest, and said loudly: "Xihuang Erlang is iron-boned, iron-blooded and fearless on the battlefield, come back and sing with wine, how can you wait for Xiao'er to look down?

Saying this, the young man shouted loudly: "Ben Shao doesn't like to moan without illness, nor do you like the small words of mosquitoes and flies, please put up the pen and ink bookshelf, put out a big pen, eight feet of the whole sheet, only a splash of ink, poetry is natural!"

Chen Chucai's posture is actually secretly scheming.

Just relying on his own nonsense to pinch out a few crooked poems, it is naturally difficult to enter the eyes of a group of scholars, since Chen has made a move, he will definitely suppress the four seats, amaze the crowd, and fight for face for the poor flying barbarians.

All right?

Absolutely!

Although the reborn boy is not talented enough in his own literature, he has a lot of famous "poetry immortals" and "poetry saints" that he is familiar with in his previous life, and he can pick (steal) a poem casually, which should be more than enough to deal with everyone here!

The reason why I still have to fiddle with the pen and ink on the bookshelf is to buy time, after all, I have lost the book for too long, and I have to dig it in my brain to find a poem that is suitable for the occasion!

............

What the......... With a large pen and an eight-foot book, you have to have the skills of the six pavilions to do it!

At this moment, even Mr. Gao, the old man with the head of Hao, didn't believe it.

This barbarian boy, no matter how you look at it, doesn't have a trace of grandeur in his body, obviously he has never practiced any Confucianism and Taoism, how can he have the skill to enter the pavilion?

Indeed, in this world where martial arts prevail, martial arts are respected, and there are not many people who dance and write ink, and only by cultivating Confucianism and Taoism and advancing to the Six Pavilion scholars can they have the ability to splash ink.

A young man stood up on the right seat, with the cultivation of the Five Pavilion scholars, and shouted unconvinced: "Boy from the Ulnaxi Wilderness, you should know what kind of occasion this is, and you must not be ashamed!

And Zhang Kuan, a tall and thin young man who was stunned, seemed to see some signs.

He never believed that a barbarian boy had such a ability, this kid was definitely playing tricks, waiting for the third prince to come forward, so he shouted loudly: "Shopkeeper, quickly put pen and ink on the bookshelf, everyone can't wait!"

Chen Chucai didn't bother to pay attention to the surprised expressions of these people, crossed his arms, and sneered.

Suddenly, two scholars brought up a tall exhibition board, on which a large piece of plain white sheepskin paper was spread, and a pen was placed on the side to polish the ink. The crowd was silent, just waiting for someone to come on the field and make a fool of themselves......

But he saw that the young man unhurriedly picked up the tea bowl and poured it violently, like a warrior who had returned from the battlefield and drank heavily, and then patted his trousers and short eggplant, and slowly paced in front of the parchment paper stand erected between the seats.

Lifting the pen, ink, holding a big round hair, just like the previous life I was used to using a big pen, but unfortunately through the other world for more than a year, the wrist is rusty and can't help but tremble.

This subtle action fell on the blue-shirted fat man like a savior, and he immediately laughed and shouted: "Barbarian boy, pretending is not worth it, and the ghost painting peach charm can't pass the test." ”

Chen Chucai turned a deaf ear to this guy's ridicule, his heart sank, his wrist swayed, and he quickly wrote three big words on the first part of the eight-foot parchment-will enter the wine.

The pen walks the dragon and snake, and the edge is revealed!

The famous "Qi Gong" calligraphy in the previous life is the foundation, and now it is integrated into the martial arts of the reborn youth, and the conventional pavilion body is more uninhibited.

The scholar of the Five Pavilions, who had spoken out before, saw that the pen and ink on the parchment paper were upright, and he was ashamed, and he couldn't help but lower his head. And the third son, Jin Yanxi, couldn't help but stand up and whispered a word: "Good ......"

The young man ignored the reactions around him, and changed to a round pen in Chinese letters, and two rows of upright "Qi Gong Body" instantly jumped on the paper:

- You don't see, the water of the Lancang River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns,

- You don't see, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk.

Mr. Gao, a scholar with a high head, tied his white sideburns, and kept his eyes between his eyebrows.

The old man has read the economy all his life, and his dedication to Confucianism can be promoted to the second grade of Confucianism, and his literary skills are not weak. The opening two sets of long sentences are like the wind and the sea and rain rushing towards him, making him feel a mighty aura surging, magnificent and magnificent.

This situation, this scene......... It is the majestic mountains and rivers of the Lancang Mountains depicted, but it accurately portrays the inner world of the old man at this time!

This swaggering teenager has such a heroic and high-end spirit, is it really from the Western Wilderness?

The old man was suspicious, and saw the parchment again.........

——Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon,

- I am born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when I am gone,

- Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle for pleasure will require 300 cups of drink.

"Good article........ Heroic and atmospheric! Speaking of this son's heart. ”

Even the black and thin young man Zhang Kuan cheered loudly, he actually forgot his position, and was deeply infected by the three new sentences of the barbarian boy.

However, the waving young man still looked calm, strolling leisurely under his feet, writing hard at hand.

- Lord Lu Yu, Mr. Gao, will enter the wine, and the glass will not stop.

——Sing a song with you, and you will listen to it for me.

——The bells and drums are not expensive enough, but I hope that I will not wake up after being drunk for a long time.

——The ancient sages were all lonely, and only the drinker left his name.

The owner of "Lu Yuju" Eguan couldn't sit still, and the few numbers reminded him of his youthful pursuits, the helplessness of middle-aged people, and even his determination to Confucianism and Taoism.

He was originally a scholar who was obsessed with Confucianism and Taoism, but unfortunately his qualifications were limited to Jiuge scholars, and it was difficult to enter.

And in the center of the elegant seat, the excitement continues, and the reborn boy is arrogant, pouring a bowl of fragrant tea, writing and singing.

——King Xu used to feast peacefully, and he fought wine for ten thousand years.

——What is the son's promise, and he must sell the name of the real king.

——Five-flowered horse, daughter Qiu, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and join hands with Jun Xiangu Tour.

..............