Three steps!

Drink three glasses of wine!

Make three poems that will go down in time!

The hearts of many scholars who originally had difficulties for Yang Chen also seemed to be ignited and became hot, this is a grand event for the ages, and if you can meet it, your name will also go down in history with this feast and be known by future generations. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

These three poems, each of them, are full of words, and the pen and ink are fragrant!

Especially the third song, majestic, transcendent and dusty, just like the immortals in the poem, at ease, at ease, with five flowers and horses, a thousand gold Qiu, Hu'er will exchange for wine, and eliminate eternal sorrow with you!

"Is there any, another one!"

Many people want to know if this sage of the time has a limit, and they also want to know, where is his limit?

Yang Chen did not refuse, with a smile on his face, he responded loudly, and did not say other nonsense, he took a step ahead directly, the fourth step, the fourth glass of wine in his stomach, the wine glass in his hand, with a bang, was thrown to the ground.

"The golden bottle of sake is ten thousand, and the jade plate is ten thousand dollars. I couldn't eat when I stopped throwing my cup, and I was at a loss when I drew my sword and looked around. If you want to cross the Yellow River and ice congestion river, you will climb the snow-filled mountains of Taihang. Idle fishing on the blue river, suddenly take a boat to dream of the sun. It is difficult to walk! It is difficult to walk! There are many divergent roads, and now we are safe? There will be times when the wind and waves will be long, and the clouds will sail into the sea. ”

The fourth road is difficult!

also with a positive pride, with Yang Chen's recitation, appeared in front of many readers.

Everyone who read the book was stunned!

There have been four poems in a row, enough to be passed down for thousands of years, and the blood of every reader is boiling, and the spiritual light in the eyes is surging, and the anger is boiling!

The fourth poem, as soon as it appeared, there was a talent flowing out of Yang Chen's seven orifices, a spiritual light descending on him from heaven and earth, and a Taoist rhyme, blessed on the looming white jade willow tree behind him.

One, two, three, four...... On the white jade willow tree in the sky, there are four more points of light shining with spiritual light, which are dazzling and very gorgeous.

Yang Chen's pride is burning!

Continue to move forward, the fifth step, the fifth glass of wine, a glass of wine to the stomach, and a glass of wine to grow the spirit!

"Don't laugh at the farmer's wine, and stay in the harvest year. There is no way out of the mountains and rivers, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village. The flute and drum follow the spring society closely, and the clothes are simple and ancient. From now on, if you are allowed to ride the moon idlely, you will knock on the door with a cane all the time and night. ”

"The West Lake is back in spring, and the spring water is green and dyed. The group of flowers is rotten and does not reap, and the east wind falls like grits. Joining the army in the spring is like a cloud, and the white-haired poems are sad to send spring. A bottle of wine on the lake can remember the people of the world. Thousands of miles of spring are still affectionate, and suddenly the spring is shocking. The snow disappears outside the door, and the flowers are clear in February by the river. The young man put the wine in spring, and today the spring is white. ”

"Outside the sword, it was suddenly rumored that the thistle was in the north, and the clothes were full of tears when I heard it for the first time. But seeing where his wife was worried, he was ecstatic with poems and books. Singing during the day must indulge in wine, and youth is a good companion to return home. That is, from Ba Gorge through Wu Gorge, then go down to Xiangyang to Luoyang. ”

"Bashan Chushui is desolate, and he has been abandoned for twenty-three years. The nostalgic empty chant hears the flute, and the countryside turns over like a rotten Ke person. Thousands of sails passed by the side of the sinking boat, and ten thousand trees were spring in front of the sick tree. Listen to the song of Jun today, and temporarily rely on the spirit of a glass of wine. ”

......

A glass of water and wine, a poem, and a peerless famous poem, as if they all didn't need money, were recited by Yang Chen, and the pen in his hand was written quickly without the slightest pause.

Four more famous songs through the ages, appearing on the spot!

During the whole event, all the readers couldn't sit still and were completely shocked.

The sages of the world are talented, and they have long been the only ones in poetry, and among the nations, no matter who they are, if they compare poetry with Yang Chen, they will only be crushed.

This kind of poetry can be said to be a first-class character of the gods and sages in the poems, throughout the ages, no one can compare, not to mention anything else, but with poetry, the sage Yang Chen can also become a poet saint and a poet immortal. ”

|“ He has eaten the poems thoroughly, and he has done it well, and every time he writes a piece, it will be earth-shattering, and it will be passed down through the ages, and such a great talent in the same era, it can be said that it is our glory, or it can be said that it is our sorrow, with him, his light alone is enough to cover all the pride of the sky in this era. ”

After drinking eight glasses of wine and taking the eighth step, Yang Chen looked at the lively crowd and said loudly, "Everyone, do you want to? Do you want to? Say it out loud!"

The atmosphere of the scene was ignited, and many scholars had already ignored their own image, just like Yang Chen's followers, their eyes were blooming with fanatical light.

"To~!"

"Yes!"

"I still want it~!"

"Let's do a song, don't stop, do another song!"

The sound was whistling, like the waves born in the sea, the momentum was extremely high, the sound of music and singing and dancing, was completely drowned out, and the Great Zhou Tianzi waved his hand covertly, making many dancers retreat.

He also had a fiery look in his eyes, staring at Yang Chen, a sage who walked among the many scholars, and his heart was full of emotion.

"I have such a talent in Da Zhou, why worry about the injustice of the world!"

Yang Chen listened to the call and said with a smile, "Okay, okay, let's have another song, just another one, today, I will definitely satisfy everyone." ”

"Prick up your ears, everyone listen to me, this one, here it is again!"

"Those who abandon me can not stay yesterday, and those who disturb my heart are more worried today.

Song 9!

Took nine steps and made nine peerless poems!

"I remember that there was a talented man at the beginning, a Confucian named Cao Laogen, when he was young, he was called the world's ten talented people, and he monopolized eight buckets!"

"Even if it is a talented Cao Laogen, it is just a four-step poem, and his name will go down in history!"

"But Cao Laogen, who is only eight buckets high, compared with the sage Yang Shi of the world, it is really the existence of the five scum of war, and the sage of the world has a peerless masterpiece step by step, which has never been seen in the ages. ”

"If Cao Laogen is a talented eight buckets, and he is rich in five cars, then the sage Yang Shi is a talented nine buckets, and it is difficult to have a person with him in ancient times, and we are fortunate to participate in such a grand event, and we will die without regrets. ”

If the talent is similar, everyone is still a little ambitious, and they want to compete with Yang Chen!

If it were just a little bit, everyone would take out the poems they had carefully made in such a grand event, and make their fame spread to the world.

However, when everyone's talents were crushed by Yang Chen, like a strong wind sweeping away withered grass, sweeping the scene, the scholars of all countries had nothing to say, and they could no longer have the slightest thought of comparing with Yang Chen in their hearts.

Everyone, convinced!

On poetry!

Yang Chen should be the first in the world!

Yang Chen is out, who is competing?