ps: I didn't board last night, make up for yesterday!

"The white arboreal crow in the atrium! well, it's also appropriate for the situation!" After the people who were laughing just now connected the whole sentence, their mentality began to straighten up, and there was a trace of imperceptible expectation.

Under the eyes of everyone, Zhang Xuan walked under the osmanthus tree unhurriedly, pulled a branch of osmanthus and closed his eyes and sniffed it gently, and then let go, and a few drops of freshly condensed dew fell with a few petals of golden flowers.

Zhang Xuan spoke again: "Cold dew silently wet osmanthus!"

"The white arboreal crow in the atrium, the cold dew is silent and wet osmanthus. Okay, it should be the situation, Brother Wenbo is so literate!" Guo Huai praised loudly, and the others did not refute: "But if it is just a scene, it is just superior!"

Zhang Xuan nodded at the little girl, then looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and continued: "The moon is bright tonight, I don't know who the autumn thoughts will fall on!"

As soon as this sentence came out, it made everyone fall into contemplation!

"Okay, there are paintings in the poems, there are gods in the paintings, the word 'wet' in the last sentence, and the word 'falling' in the next sentence, which is really good, it can be described as a superb masterpiece!"

"Good, good poetry!"

"Zhang Gongzi is talented, and he also sends his thoughts to the moon, but as soon as Zhang Gongzi's poem came out, the dozen or so poems of sorrow we made before were all abolished, and the younger brother Wu Ming bowed to the wind!" Wu Ming got up and bowed.

At the same time, he was secretly proud in his heart, he was pressed by Xu Che before, but now he has made up for it. You must know that such a good poem will inevitably spread all over the world after tonight. When the time comes, as the first person to stand up and comment, he will inevitably be able to become famous!

However, Wu Ming didn't notice Ma Wencai's resentful eyes. If you let him know that he will offend Ma Dagongzi because of this, I wonder if he will continue to be proud?

But Xu Che on the other side noticed it, and secretly sneered in his heart: "A poor talent, even if he is famous, what if he offends Ma Gongzi for that little fame, hehe, you will regret it in the future!"

"Zhang Gongzi is really talented. Ma is ashamed of himself, but Zhang Gongzi's poem can only be regarded as a first-class masterpiece. There is still a distance from the hand-me-down, but it is still a step short of the five contemptible poems!" Marven got up and hugged his fists and smiled, still looking like a noble son who was not angry, which made people praise their good bearing.

Of course, this is not Ma Wencai's original intention. It's just that even Ma Wencai, who is an enemy, has to admit that Zhang Xuan's poem is indeed good, since the quality can't be compared, then use the quantity to fill it, and at the same time, it can also show his generosity!

"Thanks to Brother Ma's praise, Brother Ma said this, is to admit that if you compare a single poem, it is the younger brother who wins?" Zhang Xuan didn't give him a chance, and directly picked out the way.

Looking at Zhang Xuan's confident smile on his face, Marven couldn't wait to go up and punch him. But since the words were already able to be spoken, of course he couldn't slap himself in the face, so he nodded with a smile: "Yes." But ......"

"Thank you, Brother Ma, in that case, the little brother will write another lyric, just now Brother Ma's last song is the head of the water tune song, then the little brother will also make a salute!" Ma Wencai wanted to say something, but was robbed by Zhang Xuan.

Then Zhang Xuan ignored him. walked straight to the open space in the square, and said to the head of Steward Liu: "Brother Liu, please." The younger brother wants a sword, and I hope that Brother Liu will allow it!"

"Okay, since Gongzi Zhang has a request, then our Wei Mansion will naturally be satisfied. Come on, come up with a sword!" Steward Liu agreed with a smile, and then asked curiously: "But the elder brother is still curious to ask Zhang Gongzi what he wants the sword for?"

Hearing Steward Liu's question, the others also looked at Zhang Xuan, waiting for his explanation, and they were also very curious about the reason why Zhang Xuan wanted a sword.

"A gentleman has six arts, etiquette, music, archery, royalty, calligraphy, and mathematics, I want to learn the style of the ancient gentleman, dance the sword to help the fun, and invite all the brothers to appreciate one or two!" Zhang Xuan said with a smile.

"Oh!" Hearing this, everyone became interested, although Xiucai has swords, but most of them are just decorations, could it be that this Zhang Xuan still knows swordsmanship?

"Hehe, every time I face this Zhang Xuan, I can see the face of that horse manure Cai Tieqing, since you want to dance the sword, then my Qingying will lend you a good use!" In the pavilion, the heroic girl grinned, of course, under deliberate control, this sentence did not come out of the pavilion.

Then as soon as the girl stretched out her hand, she saw a flash of blue light, and a cyan sword as thin as a cicada's wings appeared out of nothing, and suddenly appeared in the girl's hand. Looking at the sword, the girl's eyes rolled, she suddenly smiled, threw her little hand, and saw a cyan streamer pass by, and the cyan sword appeared above Zhang Xuan's head, and then fell straight down!

"Buzz!"

The sword fell vertically from the sky, the tip of the sword pointing downward, bringing a buzzing sword roar!

"Huh!"

The falling sword was less than ten inches away from Zhang Xuan's eyebrows, but Zhang Xuan didn't even blink his eyes, until the sword was inserted on the ground in front of him and kept trembling, and Zhang Xuan kept a smile on his face!

The calmness and calmness of Mount Tai collapsing in front of him and not changing his face made everyone call him bold, but in the hearts of Ma Wu and others, they were more willing to believe that Zhang Xuan was scared stupid!

But immediately Zhang Xuan broke their illusions with his actions, only to see Zhang Xuan bend down and pull out the sword, feeling the familiar aura on it, so he held the hilt of the sword with both hands and bowed to the pavilion and said, "Zhang Xuan, thank you girl for the sword!"

There was no response in the pavilion, and Zhang Xuan was not annoyed, he just turned around and put the sword in front of him, I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, he flicked the spine of the sword in the direction of Ma Wencai, and listened to the pleasant sound of the sword, Zhang Xuan laughed and said: "Sword, good sword!"

made Marven on the other side look bluffed, how ugly it is!

"So bold, I wanted to scare him, who made him lose face just now!" The heroic girl looked at Zhang Xuan who was calm in the water mirror, and bluntly stroked her palms and praised.

Then he turned around and patted the little girl on the shoulder: "Wen'er, now I believe what you said, he is indeed a great talent!"

The corners of Wen'er's little maid's mouth twitched when she heard this: "What does this courage have to do with whether he is a great talent?"

Outside, Zhang Xuan walked to the nearest table, smiled and arched his hand: "The brothers are invited, Zhang Xuan wants to borrow a pot of wine from the brothers, I don't know if it's okay?"

"Please!" the person at the table was not embarrassed, and directly handed over the wine jug.

Zhang Xuan thanked him, then walked back to the center of the open space with the wine jug, raised his head to the wine jug and drank three sips, then threw the wine jug, and sang loudly: "Water tune the song head, when will the bright moon be!

After singing, Zhang Xuan's sword swung and made a starting style of Yongzi Eight Swords, and then danced in turn, holding the Qingying Sword, stepping on the Bagua Step, the sword light Huohuo, the sword was cold, the cyan figure, the cyan sword, tossing and turning, the green shadow was scorching, it seemed to be a solo dance, and it seemed to be practicing with others, and gradually it became a ball of cyan light and shadow, and the cyan Yongzi stayed and dissipated!

With the sword dance, a rich singing voice came from the light and shadow, with the unique magnetism of a man: "When is the bright moon? I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace. I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable. Dancing to figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the world?

Turn Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly. There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. “

As the last syllable fell, Zhang Xuan stabbed the sword in his hand into the sky, and saw that the sword emitted a three-foot-long cyan sword light, like an inverted meteor, dragging the cyan light flame, and went away in the bright moon, disappearing into the sky!

Zhang Xuan turned his back to everyone, stood with his hands in his hands, looked up at the bright moon, and the breeze blew three thousand green silks, as if he wanted to ride the wind back!

Quiet, deathly silence, it seems that even the frog worm is suppressed by this atmosphere, and there is no sound!

"Immortals, immortals!"

But one person was intimidated by the momentum on Zhang Xuan's body, got up and muttered to himself.

Although the sound did not meet the standard of amplified notes, everyone could hear it clearly in this square where the pins could be heard. (To be continued)