"Zhao Keman, Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming. ”

"The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a shooting star. ”

There are so-called madmen every year, how many are there today?

The drunken Taoist coldly came out with two lines of poetry, and immediately dumbfounded the candidates in the room.

Yu Youran's behavior is crazy enough, and the absurd behavior of the drunken Taoist makes people seem to see another kind of madman. The drunken Taoist was completely abrupt, four sentences, he smiled stupidly, picked up the embroidered sword under the armpit, raised it high and slapped the green feng on Mo Xian's back, and then raised his hand to the sky and then chanted in a high-pitched voice:

"Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles. ”

"Brush off your clothes and go to hide your name and name deeply!"

“......”

The momentum is exciting, like rolling thunder.

The wine is smoky and has a unique taste.

After four sentences, the drunken Taoist glanced at Xia Xun who was more than ten feet away, and smiled stupidly:

"Idle over the letter tomb drink, take off the sword and kneel forward. ”

"Will scorch Zhu Hai and persuade Hou Huan!"

"Oh?"

"No, he's not reciting poetry. ”

“......”

Eight sentences and five words were chanted, and Xia Xun immediately reacted first.

This drunken Taoist is a person who is not drunk, there are words in the words, and the story is long!

The first four sentences "Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming." The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a shooting star. What he said was that the situation here was grim, and Yu Youran and Mo Yan had already ridden their horses and run away. "Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles. Brushing off the clothes and going away, hiding deep with the name. "What I am saying is that Mo Xian has caused such a catastrophe, and you have killed so many people, you should flee as quickly as the former, instead of letting people catch them in this right and wrong place. "Idle over the letter tomb drink, take off the sword and kneel forward. will scorch Zhu Hai and persuade Hou Huan. The meaning of these words is even deeper, the drunken Taoist is using the allusions of the ancients to pass the word to Xia Xun in the air. The saying is that the friendship between the old people is still there, so you can put down your sword with peace of mind and find a place to drink.

And these twelve seemingly proud five-character poems are connected together, which means "Hey, boy." Before the Hanlin Army can react, hurry up and lead your people to avoid the limelight!"

Thinking deeply, Xia Xun couldn't help but be stunned.

The person he was waiting for finally came.

"Wow..."

"Good wine. ”

Seeing that Xia Xun had come to his senses, the drunken Taoist stopped singing, held the wine jug high, and poured a sip of liquor into his mouth arrogantly, and then blindfolded, stretched out a finger with the hand holding the wine jug and pointed at Xia Xun, and drunkenly asked, "Boy, what do you think of this poem?"

Xia Xun thought about it, clasped his fists, and replied: "At the right time, the writing is brilliant, and the foolish student admires it so much." ”

"Hehe, foolish..."

Noncommittal, he smiled stupidly, and the drunken Taoist changed his voice slightly, and said, "Then why are you still stunned?"

"Uh..."

Everyone was at a loss and didn't know what this meant.

And Xia Xun was stunned when he heard this, thinking that this drunken Taoist is really a wonderful person. He had just been poetic, and he was thinking about what excuse to use to run away quickly, who knew that he would say it like this, which is inevitably too blatant, right? Xia Xun was embarrassed, but he didn't say much, and quickly turned around and beckoned to Mo Xian and Xia Hou and the others: "Let's go." ”

"Let's go?"

"Don't ask, let's go. ”

“......”

Xia Xun was in a hurry, although Mo Xian and Xia Hou didn't know what they meant, they knew that they couldn't stay here for a long time. Without saying a word, a few glances back and forth, hundreds of northerners immediately followed Xia Xun and hugged together, quickly squeezed past the crowd of onlookers, and retreated towards the stone road up the mountain of Zhenwu.

"They want to go?"

"All thousands of households, should we stop it?"

"They want to take refuge in Zhenwu Mountain, you quickly send a message to Shangshutai, and the rest of the people hold the mountain pass. ”

The northerners moved, and the royal forest sergeant was reluctant to let go when he was ready to attack, but seeing that Xia Xun and his party did not mean to escape, they walked towards Zhenwu Mountain Road in reverse, which seemed to be the rhythm of fleeing up the mountain. Between the fact that Zhenwu Mountain is the holy land of the Sword Sect, it is like the officials and soldiers of the Drunken Immortal Building, the holy land of the business road, do not dare to offend, and it is not easy for the Imperial Forest Army to forcibly chase and kill the past.

And when many wise people saw this, they immediately guessed the poetry of drunken Taoists. The so-called wine is not intoxicating, everyone is drunk, and poetry does not care more deeply. It's just that the people who thought of this deep meaning didn't say it.

After all, this is Zhenwu Mountain...

"Hehe, fool? ”

Looking at Xia Xun's back leading people in a panic, the drunken Taoist laughed inexplicably again. Holding the flask high and pouring a sip of liquor on his head, the crystal water wine overflowed wantonly along the corners of his mouth, dripping on the sloppy robe, so uninhibited.

After Xia Xun and the others walked into Zhenwu Mountain, the drunken Taoist suddenly resurgented his pride, swept up and down with his eyes, and shouted loudly!

"Three cups of Turannuo, Wuyue is light. ”

"After the eyes are dazzled, the spirit is vibrant. ”

"Save Zhao with a golden hammer, Handan was shocked first. ”

"Two strong men of Qianqiu, Xuanhe Daliang City!"

The word "city" falls, like a hammer.

Full of pride, sonorous liver and gall.

If the first four sentences of the drunken Taoist are said to Mo Yan and Yu Youran, who have escaped, the middle four sentences are said to Mo Xian, and the last four sentences are said to Xia Xun, then these eight sentences are said to everyone in this room.

At this point in the poem, the intention of the drunken Taoist is already very obvious.

Three cups of hot wine in the stomach, generously promised, willing to help the deceased two knives. After the eyes and ears are hot, the righteousness in the chest moves the sky and can run through Changhong. This is Zhenwu Mountain's attitude towards this matter, he wants to vouch for Xia Xun and the others!

The next four sentences are connected to the last four sentences, quoting scriptures, telling the story of the Warring States period Xinling Jun saving Zhao thousands of years ago. Zhu Hai rescued Zhao for Xinlingjun and waved the golden vertebrae, which shocked the Zhao capital Handan. The heroic deeds of the two strong men are still rumored to be talked about in Daliang City after a thousand years. This is tantamount to indirectly warning the Tang Dynasty government, Zhu Hai can save Zhao for Xinling Jun, and wave the golden spine, if you dare to forcibly take people, my Zhenwu Mountain will also dare to draw a sword and be bloodthirsty, so that the country will no longer have peace! This is the determination of Zhenwu Mountain!

If you dare to come, I will dare to kill!

"Are they going to rebel?"

"Shhh ”

This poem has another meaning. ”

“......”

Eight sentences were scattered, and suddenly I realized.

At this time, everyone in the audience finally realized that this drunken Taoist was not really drunk.

Not only is he not drunk, but his writing is incredible. Connecting the above, twenty lines of poetry, at his fingertips, not to mention the elegance of Xiongqi, he can still combine ideas, scenes, allusions, and personnel in this very short period of time to form a hearty five words. With such agility and talent, I am afraid that even the scholars of the Hanlin Academy are beyond the reach of the dust.

"Hey..."

The audience was shocked by the poetry and admired his poetic talent.

But there are still few people who say that after all, this poem is too murderous, and as an outsider, it is easy to get into trouble no matter what position you say. And at this moment, the drunken Taoist suddenly let out a long sigh, and sorrow came from his heart. Using his sword as a staff, he staggered to his feet, patted his dusty buttocks, and staggered a few steps to Wei Yan's body. Looking at the corpse that was still flowing with boiling blood, the blurred eyes were regretful that could not be hidden, and it didn't look like pretending at all.

"Wow..."

Raise your hand to pour the wine, the wine gradually falls to the ground, and the aroma of the wine overflows.

"The bones of the dead man are fragrant, and he is not ashamed of the world. ”

"Who can write Your Excellency, Baishou Taixuan Sutra!"

"It's a pity, it's a pity, it's a pity!"

“......”

The sound is high-pitched, passionate, blowing with the breeze to disperse the aroma of wine, and the wine is mixed with blood water to form a unique taste. In an instant, a poem full of killing atmosphere from beginning to end was rendered with a strong tragedy.

The poem has ended at this point, and those who have heard the deepest meaning are all learned, so they can feel the real grief of the drunken Taoist at this moment. The so-called chivalrous man is for the country and the people. Although Wei Yan acted recklessly, he had never done a few good things for the people in his life, but as an official of the imperial court and the chief officer of the national military examination, he would rather die than lower his head and say a word, which retained the face of the country for the Tang Dynasty, which is enough to be called chivalrous. It's a pity, it's a pity, he was born at the wrong time, and he met the white-headed madwoman who had cultivated the Taixuan Sutra too ruthlessly, and died a suffocated and meaningless death, which is indeed a pity.

"Bell..."

After reciting the poem, the drunken Taoist drank all the liquor in the pot in one gulp, and then threw the wine jug to the ground casually, put the three-foot embroidered sword under his armpit again, and staggered into the crowd with drunken eyes.

"It's a pity... Alas... Pathetic..."

"Let... Let's... I'm going to drink!"

“......”

And just like that, he was gone...

Drunken came and went drunk, but it was infinitely amazing.

If it is said that Yu Youran made three swords, broke the ring, killed the examinees' officers and soldiers, and beheaded the god general Wei Yan, he used the general of a madman to wash the national examination room in blood, and freeze the hearts of hundreds of people. The drunken Taoist was a Confucian doctor who rejuvenated with a skillful hand, and he used a poem to shed blood for this, quietly dispelling the ruthless coldness, allowing people to see the love and righteousness of the world, and also controlling the chaos that should have been endless.

"This man is talented..."

Such a magnificent poem will inevitably be sung through the ages. ”

"Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles. Brushing off the clothes and going away, hiding deep with the name. Wonderful, wonderful..."

The Taoist has been gone for a long time, and there are words in the room.

Finely fragmented, one after another, and finally to several miles of uproar, the amazement is endless. In particular, four of the poems resonated with everyone, killing one person in ten steps, and not leaving a line for a thousand miles. Brushing off the clothes and going away, hiding deep with the name. This is exactly the portrayal of Drunken Daoren, Yu Youran, Xia Xun, Mo Yan, Mo Xian, and others. They were like meteors piercing the sky, leaving an indelible legend in this national examination, but afterwards they fled away from the examination room, leaving only a corner of the corpse to shock people. The decisive and chic act is like a master who is extraordinary, no matter whether they praise or disagree, they have stood at a high point, which makes people admire.

Life can have such pride, and it is a pity to die...

"Who is the main examiner of this Zhenwu Mountain?

"He has long since disdained literary talent. ”

"His name is Li Bai. ”

"Li Bai!"