Back in the hall, Qianji Yuge was in a somewhat complicated mood.

She naturally believed in Yan Chu, but Yan Chu also hid too many secrets, and she couldn't take responsibility for the bloody storm that might be set off in her father's mouth.

With apprehension, Qianji Yuge returned to Yan Chu's side.

Yan Chu was eating peanuts, and when he saw Qianji Yuge coming back with an ugly face, he couldn't help asking, "Brother Yu, what's wrong with you, have you come to aunt?"

Qianji Yuge was puzzled: "My aunt, when did she come?"

"Of course I have to ask you," Yan Chu coughed dryly, "Don't drink, drink more hot water in the past two days." ”

Qianji Yuge slowed down for a long time before he understood what Yan Chu meant, and suddenly said angrily: "It's not what you think!"

"Then why is your face so ugly?"

"Hey, don't ask!"

Since Qianji Yuge didn't want to say it, Yan Chu didn't bother to ask, and he didn't want to use the Eye of the Great Dao to investigate.

The Eye of the Great Dao, although it is the golden finger given to Yan Chu by the system, but Yan Chu believes that the golden finger can only be used to deal with enemies and friends, and he will not use the Eye of the Great Dao.

Unless you can't help it.

At this time, the banquet was also in the second half, the troupe ended, and the guests began to communicate in groups.

Xuanyuan Potian held the wine glass, and Gongsun Yi came to Yan Chu's side one step first, and said to Yan Chu respectfully:

"Master Yan, I was in Chutian County City last time, and I didn't have time to talk to you, I wonder if Master Yan is free tonight?"

Yan Chu politely refused: "Xuanyuan City Lord, tomorrow the Tianluo Conference will start, I still want to go back to my disciples and encourage them." ”

"It should be, it should be, anyway, the Thunder Sect is in the territory of Chutian County, let's come to Japan for a long time, if there is anything that needs to be used by Master Yan in the future, just ask." Xuanyuan said without hesitation.

"Thank you, Lord Xuanyuan. Yan Chu took the initiative to clink glasses with Xuanyuan Potian, and then drank it all.

Seeing Yan Chu giving face like this, Xuanyuan Potian's hanging heart suddenly relaxed.

In his heart, the first sect in Chutian County City was no longer the Wind Thunder Palace, but the Thunder Sect!

According to his understanding, the Thunder Sect had just been established, and although the strength of the disciples in the sect was not as strong as those really powerful sects, the strength of Yan Chu alone was enough to kill six or seven sects in seconds!

Such a strong person must be well-stammered!

Gongsun Yi also came to Yan Chu's side at this time, and said to Yan Chu: "Xiao Chu, just now my son they don't respect you enough, I, the father, will give you compensation first!"

The guests who were quietly paying attention to Yan Chu on the side suddenly widened their eyes when they heard that Gongsun Yi actually apologized to Yan Chu.

At first, some people suspected that Yan Chu was Gongsun Yi's illegitimate son, but now it seems that it is definitely not the case!

How could Lao Tzu apologize to his son?

Yan Chu and Gongsun Yi are clearly equal or even higher status!

Who is this Yan Chu?!

Yan Chu shook his head and hurriedly said, "Old man Gongsun, don't say that. ”

"Don't say it, don't say it, it's all in the wine!" Gongsun Yile said.

With a glass of turbid wine in his stomach, Gongsun Yi was in high spirits and quietly asked Yan Chu:

"Xiao Chu, you are so good at painting, I don't know how to write poetry?"

Yan Chuwen showed his trademark smile and stretched out two fingers at the same time: "A little." ”

Gongsun Yi slapped his thigh: "Then Xiao Chu might as well chant a song to open everyone's eyes?"

The guests were chatting on the surface, but in fact, they were all quietly paying attention to Yan Chu, and when they heard Gongsun Yi say that Yan Chu was going to recite poetry, they all unconsciously closed their mouths.

"Beixu, what do you think of this Yan Chu?"

The Sect Master of the Imperial Void Sect, Yan Ce, held his wine glass and asked with interest.

Yan Beixu glanced at Yan Chu in disgust: "It's just a wild man in the mountain village, Dad, do you think he looks like a scholar?"

"Don't judge people by their appearance," Yan Ce said, "Fang Cai Xiao failed miserably, what should you learn." ”

"Daddy is educated. ”

Although Yan Beixu was convinced of defeat, his eyes were still so disdainful when he looked at Yan Chu.

At this time, Qianji Haocang also came back, and learned from Gongsun Tonghai that Yan Chu was going to compose a poem, and he also showed an interested look.

I saw Yan Chu holding a wine jug, drinking three glasses alone, and suddenly smiled:

"This poem is called "Difficult to Walk"!"

"It's hard to walk? ”

"I don't read much, walking means walking, right? I'm a strong person in the Yuan Infant Realm, I can go to heaven with my eyes closed, what's so difficult about walking?"

"Read less and read more, walking not only refers to walking, it may refer to our path of cultivation!"

"Shut up, Master Yan is going to recite poetry!"

Yan Chu put down his wine glass and spoke slowly.

"The 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, you will climb the snow-covered mountains. Idle fishing on the blue river, suddenly take a boat to dream of the sun. ”

"It's hard to walk, it's hard to walk, it's divergent, it's safe now. ”

At this point, Yan Chu suddenly paused.

Everyone's faces were a little uncomfortable.

It's not because Yan Chu's poem isn't good enough, on the contrary, it's extremely well written!

If you want to cross the Yellow River and ice congestion river, you will climb the snow-filled mountains of Taihang.

The simple fourteen words made everyone feel their insignificance, and even a deep sense of powerlessness.

The poem...... Too depressing.

The whole poem seems to describe the protagonist's lack of talent, how many life setbacks he has encountered, and how difficult the road of life is.

If this poem is only here, I always feel that it is almost meaningless, and everyone feels sullen in their hearts, as if they are holding their breath.

At this moment, Yan Chu suddenly dropped his wine glass, pulled out the sword on Qianji Yuge's waist, and pointed at the dawn in the sky!

"There will be times when the wind and waves will be long...... Straight to the clouds and sails into the sea!!"

In the hall, everyone was silent for half a minute.

Yan Chu's voice seemed to echo in everyone's hearts, making people endlessly evocative.

"Good poetry!"

Gongsun Yi was so excited that he even gasped.

He has lived for thousands of years, and he has never seen such good poetry!

Especially the last two sentences of the poem, it is extremely free and chic, and there is really a bit of fairy meaning in it!

After listening to Yan Chu's poems, everyone only felt extremely refreshed in their hearts, as if they were sailing freely in the endless sea on a big boat!

The sword pointed at Yan Chu and grinned.

The poems of the poet immortal Li Bai, can there be no immortality?

Say yes in advance, it's not this seat that takes the initiative to pretend to be forced, it's Gongsun Yi who takes the initiative!

Qian Ji Haocang looked at Yan Chu's figure and muttered to himself: "If this kid is not from the demon clan, he will definitely be the pillar of my Dongze Divine Kingdom in the future!"

"Beixu. ”

Yan Ce sighed deeply and said to Yan Beixu in a low voice:

"This Tianluo Conference, although you don't have to play, my father still has to tell you, don't conflict with Yan Chu. ”