Chapter 237: Fighting

After Guan Yang left, Sun Xiong no longer quarreled with Du Yue, but stared at the direction of their departure for a long time, and only sighed for a long time: "They are all good boys, if they can escape this catastrophe, there will be a place for them in the history books in the future." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Among these people, I regret that Guan Yang is the most. Du Yue also sighed: "The wisdom and scheming are all first-class in the world, and the literary style is even more eternal." It's just that he only wants to indulge in the rivers and lakes, but it's a pity that he is so literate. ”

Sun Xiong was dissatisfied: "Hmph! I'm afraid that he will choose officialdom." ”

Du Yue was annoyed at the time: "What do you mean by this?"

"What do you mean?" Sun Xiong said: "Do you think people in officialdom can write sentences like 'the bright moon rises from the Tianshan Mountains, and the vast sea and clouds are among the clouds'?"

"You ......" Du Yue was speechless.

"Can't speak, right? The people in officialdom are the most sleek, if Guan boy enters the officialdom, I'm afraid that he will become an old fritter in less than two years, and then you will accompany me to be a stunning Guan Caizi?"

"I ......"

"Alright, you all don't argue. Mi Shengzhi picked up the scroll: "Come and see this scroll, it seems to be a poem." ”

As soon as Sun Xiong heard that there was a poem, he didn't quarrel with Du Yue anymore, and snatched the scroll into his hand with a flying pounce: "Mine, Guan Xiaozi's poems are all mine." ”

"You old rascal, you are so faceless in front of your juniors. ”

Yuan Zhengting was shot while lying down, but these were indeed his seniors, and he had nothing to say, so he could only sneer and say: "That, gentlemen, the student's affairs have been completed, so I won't bother the gentlemen, so I will leave." ”

Du Yue waved his hand like a fly: "Go, go, I'll send you a copy of the copy of the scroll tomorrow." ”

"Then thank you, Mr. Du. ”

After Yuan Zhengting left, Du Yue urged impatiently: "Open it up and take a look." ”

Sun Xiong said in disgust: "I know, I know, why are you in a hurry?"

Slowly spread out the scroll, and it was Guan Yang's words that came into his eyes: "The boy is loved by all the gentlemen, and he has a lot of care, and he can't repay him." The kid once boasted of writing hundreds of poems, but in fact, most of them are bullshit, only a few can still be seen, the kid has recorded all of them, please gentlemen. Another: The boy wrote for Mr. Du, Shi and Sun, but Mr. Mi was missing, Mr. Mi took care of the boy, although he did not ask for it, but the more so the kid felt guilty, and made a special poem "Ma Said", in return. ”

"It was for me. Mi Shengzhi was overjoyed and held the scroll in his arms: "Then I'm welcome." ”

"You put it down for me. Du Yue was anxious and wanted to get started, but Shi Qingyun hurriedly grabbed him: "Don't get started, what if you tear the scroll?"

and said to Mi Shengzhi: "The surname is Mi, you put it down for me, otherwise our decades of friendship will be over." ”

"I'm not rare. Mi Shengzhi was disdainful, and said confidently: "Everyone Guan Xiaoyou said it, it was given to me." ”

Sun Xiong hurriedly said: "But he only gave you a song "Ma Said", and the previous one does not belong to you." ”

Du Yue echoed Sun Xiong for the first time: "That's right, the ones in front are ours." ”

"Who said that? Is it written on this?" Mi Shengzhi did not relent.

Shi Qingyun said: "Don't say who the scroll belongs to, the surname is Mi, you quickly put the scroll down, let me appreciate the poems in it first." ”

"Yes, let me see the poems in this first. ”

"It's okay to read poetry, but this has to be mine. ”

"Don't think about it. Du Yue blocked Mi Shengzhi's way: "If you don't put the scroll down, you don't want to leave here." ”

Shi Qingyun and Sun Xiong also blocked the left and right: "Yes, you are not allowed to go." ”

"Don't let me go?" Mi Shengyi sat on the chair with his buttocks: "Then I will live here, and I will eat you poorly." ”

"Eat me?" Du Yue also sat down and said, "Then it depends on whether I give you food or not?" I will starve you to death." ”

The four of them stared at each other like this, and no one left until their families called, and the families of the four had no choice but to accompany and wait.

In the end, it was Mi Shengzhi who compromised: "That, let's say it first, the final "Ma Said" must belong to me, and there must be a quarter of me in these poems." ”

Sun Xiong's three old men couldn't hold it anymore, and immediately nodded when they heard this: "No problem, I have your share." ”

But in my heart, as long as I grab the scroll, I will give you the worst poem.

The scroll slowly spread out, and the first poem that caught my eye was "Liangzhou Ci": "Grape wine glow-in-the-dark cup, if you want to drink the pipa, urge immediately." Drunk and lying on the battlefield, how many people have come back to fight in ancient times?"

Du Yue praised: "Good poetry, really good poetry." ”

Shi Qingyun glanced at him: "Everyone knows that it is a good poem, don't comment on it first, and then talk about it after reading it." ”

The second song is still "Liangzhou Ci": "The flowers and birds in Qinzhong have been exhausted, and the wind and sand outside the plug are still cold. Listening to the willows folded at night, teaching people to remember Chang'an. ”

The third song is still "Liangzhou Ci": "The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, a lonely city and ten thousand mountains. Why should Qiang Di complain about the willows, the spring breeze does not pass the jade gate. ”

"I want this one. Du Yue said.

"Don't talk nonsense. The three of them shouted in unison.

Continue to watch the fourth song, the fourth song is "Fisherman's Proud Autumn Thoughts": "The scenery is different in autumn, and the geese in Hengyang go without paying attention." The sound of the corners on all sides rises, and in the thousands of mountains, the long smoke and sunset are closed in a lonely city. A glass of turbid wine is thousands of miles away, and Yan Ran has no plan. Qiang Guan is full of frost, people are sleepless, and the general's white hair is crying. ”

The fifth song is "Out of the Stop": "In the Qin period, the bright moon and the Han period, the Long March has not been returned." But to make the dragon city fly will not teach Humadu Yin Mountain. ”

The sixth song is "Plugged Song": "The Han family is full of Yin Mountain, and they don't send Hu'er back." I am willing to serve the country with this length, why should I be born into the Jade Gate Pass. ”

The seventh song "Stopper Song": "In May, the mountains are snowy, and there are no flowers but cold." The flute smells the willows, and the spring has not been seen. Xiao Zhan followed the golden drum and slept with the jade saddle. I am willing to put the sword down my waist and cut Loulan directly. ”

Songs 8, 9, 10...... Guan Yang wrote dozens of poems on the scroll, all of which were Biansai poems, and almost all the classic Biansai poems in his mind were written, leaving only a few for emergencies.

After reading these dozens of poems, the four of them looked at each other speechlessly, and they all saw the shock in each other's eyes.

After a long time, Shi Qingyun sighed: "Is this the strength of the number one talent in the world?"

Mi Shengzhi smiled bitterly: "Maybe." It's just that since him, does anyone dare to call himself the best in the world?"

"What kind of demon is this?" Sun Xiong was also shocked and inexplicable: "Compared to him, what is the current talent?

"Then what about this scroll?" Du Yue pointed to the scroll: "Are we still dividing?"

"No?" Mi Shengzhi pounced on the scroll: "This is a treasure, as long as it is framed, it will be a priceless treasure in our literary world after a hundred years, and no one can divide it?"

"But ......"

Mi Shengzhi said: "It's nothing, let's copy one by one, and hand over the real work to the emperor, with the four of us not having the ability to keep it." ”

"It's fine. Shi Qingyun agreed to Mi Shengzhi's proposal: "It's just that in this way, Old Man Mi, your "Ma Shuo" will not be completed." ”

"Who said that?" Mi Shengzhi spread the scroll to the bottom: "Guan Xiaoyou has already calculated that we will divide the scroll, and there is a large gap between my "Ma Said" and the previous poem, which can be completely separated. ”

Du Yue nodded and said, "It's okay, you can cut it, just let me reframe it." ”

"Okay, bring me a knife. ”

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