Kong Zheng roared, and the building boat suddenly became quiet.

This voice pulled everyone's attention to himself.

In front of the table, Wang Tun immediately studied ink when he heard the words, Kong Zheng was like a trick, and found a few jars of wine.

This is the hundred days of drunkenness in the town of Jianxuan Mountain, Kong Zheng felt that it was good and left some, at this moment, the sealing mud was slapped open, Kong Zheng raised his head, the wine slurry poured into the mouth, and a rich aroma of wine filled the audience in an instant.

The wine insects are seductive, the wine is fragrant, and the literati around them can't help it, and they sound to each other, what kind of wine is this.

In this opening, Chen Zhi was confident for the most part.

Since he entered the school, he has not been able to see through Kong Zheng once, but it is okay, as a fellow disciple, he feels that Kong Zheng is mysterious, let alone this group of mortal scribes.

A jar of fine wine was in his stomach, Kong Zheng was slightly drunk, his clothes were soaked, and he simply opened his mind.

Half of his chest seemed to be burned by flames, and the scars were over his shoulders, but they added to the wildness.

The second jar of wine was opened, Kong Zheng continued to pour it, and Wang Tun, who was researching ink, didn't know Kong Zheng's move, so he was a dog leg for two years in vain.

"Hey, you guys, the three incense sticks are almost here, what are you doing when you smell the wine? ”

Wang Tun seemed to be smiling, and Xu Yuming, who was opposite, realized that the handsome people behind Kong Zheng did not seem to be simple.

A handsome and proud, sitting at the table, silent.

A man with a mighty appearance and a smile on his face, his gaze swept over everyone, and he looked at him implicitly.

The old man stood there, respectful, but not dying.

The maid stood beside her, quiet and tranquil, and didn't seem to worry about the next fight.

Xu Yuming's brows furrowed: Where did Chen Ziqian find these people?

And the wine......

In a daze, a servant-like man walked up to Xu Yuming and said in a low voice, "King Ling asked, what kind of wine is this, and why is it so fragrant?"

Xu Yuming owed: "Mr. Hui, I don't know, this group of people is a talented person in Chiyang Country, and they brought the wine." ”

The servant-like man nodded and walked back upstairs.

"The hour has come!"

"Please write a poem!"

Inside the building, although everyone was intimidated by Kong Zheng's momentum, they were not afraid, Wen Wuyi's sentence was not in vain, they just waited for Kong Zheng's poems to appear in the world, and they were as picky as possible.

Today's Doushi, this strange visitor, will definitely not win!

The building ship is hollow, a total of three floors, there is a curtain on the third floor, a figure inside looked down, Xu Yuming glanced at the figure, and immediately said: "Brothers, do you have a masterpiece?"

Next to Xu Yuming, a high-crowned scribe snorted coldly: "Hang up." ”

The scroll was unfurled, and everyone craned their necks to look.

"Lingchuan is a good smoke moon, and the merry dragon bird boat. The lantern quadrangular tower, Wenmo is at ease. ”

"Good poetry!

"It is worthy of Yonglin's first talent, Zhao Xian, Zhao Dezhi!"

Gao Guancaizi tilted his head higher, and looked at Kong Zheng casually: "Brother Xuancheng, right?

Kong Zheng's drunken eyes were hazy: "Why should you beg for wine in frivolous poems? This poem is worth a bowl of river water." ”

The high-crowned scribe was furious and was stopped by Xu Yuming: "Brother De, don't be impatient." Maybe Brother Xuancheng has better poems, don't be impulsive. ”

Xu Yuming saw the black water of the high-crowned scribe and glanced at the next person.

A thin gentleman arched his hand: "Occasionally get two sentences, it doesn't become a poem, brothers, please advise." Hang on!"

The scroll was unfolded vertically, and everyone looked at it.

"The breeze in the mountain gorge draws the boat, and the slanting sun slowly enters the sandbar beach. ”

"Yes! This scene is in my heart, and I am happy to be poor, and that's it. ”

"Under the careful taste, there is a flavor, Brother Gu's poems have a pastoral pen, but they are comfortable. ”

The thin scholar was modest again and again, and couldn't help swallowing his saliva: "Brother Xuancheng, if you are not talented, maybe the poems and texts will not be able to enter your eyes, but you just want to beg for a drink, I don't know if it's good?"

This person's posture was much more modest, and Kong Zheng smiled: "This wine is too strong for you to drink, but ...... I'll give you a bowl. ”

A bowl?

Everyone suddenly felt that Kong Zheng was stingy, but the thin scribe didn't care, and saw Kong Zheng pour a bowl of wine for him and carefully picked it up.

The wine entered the throat, it was extremely spicy, the thin scribe coughed again and again, and Chen Zhixin and several people laughed: "I don't dare to drink it if I am drunk for a hundred days." If you can't wake up, it will hurt Yaqu. ”

After the spicy taste, the taste of wine was sweet, and the thin scribe didn't care about the ridicule of Chen Zhixin and a few people, and when he started drinking, his mind immediately swirled, and that feeling was not as wonderful as this time in his life.

Xu Yuming saw that the other party was still arrogant, and his own people unconsciously began to swallow saliva, feeling that the momentum had taken a beat, and said angrily: "It's just a jar of wine, and it's a graceful thing to use poetry and literature to drink, and you brothers and sisters still don't offer poetry and writing?"

"Good, good...... Hang up!

"Mine is hung up too!"

"And me!"

The poems of several people were immediately suspended, and the poems of the three people in the back were obviously half a chip weaker than the high-crowned scribes and thin scholars, and they also learned to beg for wine in the appearance of thin scholars, Kong Zheng was not arrogant, and one of them gave a bowl.

Xu Yuming's ears were full of sipping wine smacks, and he was furious when he heard it.

"Brother Xuancheng, you've read other people's poems and texts, it's up to you!"

"Me?" Kong Zheng glanced at Xu Yuming.

Xu Yuming smiled slyly: "Yes...... Can't you write it?"

Kong Zheng stood up suddenly, raised the altar and saluted: "Everyone, drink to win!"

When the person who got the wine heard this, he saw that Kong Zheng was extremely heroic, and his heart was full of enthusiasm, and he learned from Kong Zheng and drank a bowl of wine.

The crowd immediately staggered, and those who drank a little worse fell asleep.

At this moment, Xu Yuming saw Kong Zheng pick up the pen and walk towards the beams and pillars in the building boat.

"You...... What are you going to do? This is His Royal Highness King Ling's ship!"

Xu Yuming actually found out that Kong Zheng actually wanted to write an inscription here?!

You're too crazy! This piece of wood is worth ten years of ordinary people's property, and the most expensive paper in the imperial city can't buy one. You don't write well on paper, but you dare to inscribe on the beams and pillars?!

Behind the curtain on the third floor, a figure was extremely curious, and the servant next to him said, "I'll go and ask someone to stop it." ”

The figure raised his hand: "No need! ”

The servant was worried, "This kid is so daring, how dare he be so wild?"

The man smiled slightly: "People who are not idle will naturally do things that are not idle." ”

"Your Highness...... Optimistic about him?"

The figure said, "It's not good yet, let's go downstairs and have a look." ”

The master and servant went downstairs, and Kong Zheng waved his pen.

Two wooden beams, the upper book: I don't know the sky is in the water when I am drunk, and the lower book: The boat is full of dreams and presses the galaxy.

The pen stopped, and Xu Yuming was already frozen......

How can it be......

The vermilion lacquer beams and pillars, it is difficult to fall ink, the other party's ink is not dispersed, and the force penetrates the vermilion lacquer, and it enters the wood for three points? !

Looking at those two lines of poetry again, wild, heroic, chic and uninhibited, like a fairy, Xu Yuming stiffened.

This man is a scribe?!

These two lines of poetry have become couplets, looking at the sea dragon and the surrounding small countries, no Confucian can write such verses......

Chen Zhixin was numb with excitement, and when he saw Xu Yuming's lost soul, he knew that Kong Zheng had won.

Beside him, there was a sudden burst of applause.

"Good !!"

As soon as this sound came out, the surrounding singers, beauties, and the talents present cheered one after another.

No way, for the first time in my life, I was shocked by poetry, who is this person?

The first person who applauded before, his voice was full of anger, Xu Yuming came back to his senses and found a wealthy middle-aged man coming over, he hurriedly saluted: "I've seen King Ling." ”

After that, he shouted at Kong Zheng: "Haven't you seen King Ling yet?"

Finding that the other party was looking at Chen Zhixin, Kong Zheng smiled and said nothing, and after a while, when Xu Yuming pulled Kong Zheng's sleeve and pulled it down, he found a rich figure and knelt down.

"The royal family of the Sea Dragon Kingdom, Yan Ling, have seen the Immortal Master!"

In the building boat, there was suddenly silence.

The talented and beautiful women who applauded, the singers who danced on the piano, and the guards stationed around saw King Ling actually kneeling down to the young man, and they didn't think about it, so they knelt down one after another.

Kong Zheng lowered his head, glanced at the middle-aged man, and said with a dumb smile: "King Ling is afraid that he has admitted his mistake, right?"

The middle-aged man was not in a hurry or impatient, and his gaze turned back to Chen Zhixin's face: "Two years ago, Chen led the immortal yuan and was introduced to the immortal sect to practice, and after that, my father and the emperor had already spread the portrait of him and the other two to me and the imperial brothers. You can't go wrong. ”

Kong Zheng helped him up, and the middle-aged man looked back at the two lines of words on the beams, and bowed deeply to Kong Zheng with Confucian etiquette.

"Immortal Master Talent...... Yan Ling thanked the immortal master for giving him the words. ”

For a while, Xu Yuming was stunned, he didn't expect things to change so quickly, Chen Zhixin was also a little surprised, and then after thinking about it, he also understood.

King Ling was born in the royal family, and it was almost instinctive to observe words and feelings, since he knew himself and saw that they were all headed by Kong Zheng, how could he not know that Kong Zheng was their leader?

"Immortal Master, please go upstairs for a while. ”

Kong Zheng smiled, and walked upstairs first, halfway through, Kong Zheng suddenly said, "Don't stop singing and dancing, continue." ”