Qi Sheng relied on the poems given by Qi Yun, full of confidence, and pretended to say: "You are a guest, I should let you come first." ”

Li Feng was right before, he was not from the county king's city, he was a stranger, and Qi Sheng's words were right.

Li Feng was not to be outdone, and the corners of his mouth sneered, "When I start a poem to surprise Wang Cheng, no one will know me! Your poem will not be exported at that time.

"Well, since you're like that, I'm going to be disrespectful. ”

Zhou Yun suddenly said: "Since both sides have Yaqing, why don't I present a song for you, how about I celebrate it?"

"The music of His Royal Highness is the music of the people of the county king city, and the music played is comparable to the fairy music, and it is really an honor for us to be able to listen to the music of the ci immortals. ”

Qi Sheng rushed to answer, his posture was humble, as a dog's leg, his words were full of sycophants all the time.

The so-called, thousands of wears, sycophants do not wear!

When Zhou Yun heard such praise, his heart was also happy, and he hurriedly bowed his hand and said modestly: "Everyone can't call it, but they understand a little ......."

A pair of pipas were conjured up in the backhand, and the shape of this lute was not as exaggerated as this mansion, but it was simple, and it was the most primitive wood color.

"Is this pipa one of the ten proudest works of the 'Peach Blossom Master'? I have always heard that His Royal Highness the Sixth has a collection, but I didn't expect to be able to see it today. ”

The talented man with good eyesight recognized the pipa in Zhou Yun's hand, and the words of praise in his mouth were endless.

Li Feng: "......"

Nowadays, people are already patting on the back with their mouths open?

But the next moment, Li Feng felt that this person was actually quite right.

"Zheng Zheng Zheng ......"

Zhou Yun's hand is a high-spirited and murderous music, Li Feng heard this pipa sound, as if he was in the scene, his whole body was trembling involuntarily, it was trembling with excitement!

This kind of feeling, Li Feng felt it in listening to the March of the Volunteers or in the ambush on all sides, it was an emotion buried in his bones, and at that moment, he was detonated by the music!

The sound of the lute continued, and after a period of high, it gradually returned to normal, as if there was no peace before the war.

At that time, the soldiers on the border practiced daily, and after the end, they met to bow, drink and throw pots, what a pleasant sight.

The good times didn't last long, the enemy attacked, and the general battled the autumn troops.

The sound of the lute continues to determine, war is approaching, and the smell of killing fills the air.

Depressed, nervous, frightened...... All kinds of emotions flowed in the hearts of the soldiers, long knives, spears, and shields were grasped in the palms of their hands, and cold sweat oozed out.

At this moment, Li Feng came back to his senses, suppressed his trembling emotions, cleared his throat, and when the eyes of the audience were focused on him, he said with emotion: "

Black clouds crush the city and want to destroy it,

The light of the armor opens to the sun. ”

Zhou Yun, Zhou Yuan, and Qi Yun's brows furrowed in unison.

This first sentence is wonderful!

The music played by Zhou Yun is a generation of masters, who traveled to the border and witnessed the eve of war, the outbreak of war, and the silence of war.

And at this moment, this sentence read by Li Feng just fits the mood and emotion that Zhou Yun played at the moment, and perfectly shapes the picture at that time, and even more.

The enemy attack turned into a black cloud, menacing, as if to destroy this border city, and above the city, countless soldiers have already put on fish scale armor, shining brightly under the sun, forming a sharp contrast with the black cloud, rendering a heavy picture of the battlefield at once!

Some of Rao's poetry were of poor level, and they tasted the taste of it a second or two late, and their gaze at Li Feng became serious.

Although poetry is regarded by the world as the Tao, it has a great way at this moment!

"I'm afraid that the saint's words are not empty words and white teeth, and his own people have some talents. ”

Such words spread among many talents, although the cultivation is higher than others, but you have to admit that this line of poetry, you are not as good as him!

Although Zhou Yun was stunned by Li Feng's poems, his professionalism would not make any mistakes and omissions in the music.

The sound of the pipa became deeper and lower, as if it was reflecting the sentence "black clouds crush the city and want to destroy it".

At this time, Li Feng used a deep voice to say the next few sentences again: "

The sound of the horn is full of autumn colors,

Stuffed with swallow fat and night purple.

Half a roll of red flags in Yishui,

The frost is heavy and the cold is silent. ”

Hiss!

Everyone present gasped in unison, they were obviously not invaded by the cold and heat, after listening to these few lines of poetry, the soles of their feet were cold, and they rushed all the way to the spiritual cover, trembling all over!

This is the charm of poetry, just a few sentences, a few words, can lead people to such a scene.

Even if they didn't join the army, even if they didn't fight, at this moment, they were one of thousands of sergeants.

In the face of the thunderous enemy, the spears and knives in his hands and the war drums on the high platform became heavier and heavier, and there were 10,000 catties!

Everyone looked at Li Feng in unison, because the poem was not over yet, and they were already longing for the next sentence!

The corners of Li Feng's mouth rose in a beautiful arc, looking at Zhou Yuan and Zhou Yun, everyone felt inexplicable, looking at what the two of them were doing, did they have poetry on their faces?

Suddenly, I heard such a poem:

"Repay the king's golden platform,

Carry the jade dragon to die for the king. ”

Boom! Boom!

There are thousands of thunderbolts in everyone's minds, and even the melon seeds in their heads are buzzing, this is definitely the biggest sycophant in the poetry meeting!

The two brothers Zhou Yuan understood why Li Feng looked at the two of them in the end, it turned out that he was slapping their ass!

The perfect interpretation of the sentence "Thousands of wears, sycophants don't wear".

Of course, this poem may not have meant this originally, but at this moment, such a scene, Li Feng came out, that is, he was indeed patting on the back.

Regardless of whether Li Feng is patting on the back or not, poetry is indeed good poetry!

Zhou Yun's pipa performance gradually came to an end, and finally came to an abrupt end, leaving people with not only reverie, but also that beautiful poem, which is destined to be circulated among the young talents of Junwang City, and the attached name is Li Feng."

Li Feng said silently: I don't create poems, I'm just a porter of poems.

Qi Sheng's throat didn't know what was causing it, even though Qi Yun's poem was clear in his chest, he couldn't do it quickly, and finally became dumb, and his face became very complicated.

These two poems, which is higher and which is lower, Qi Sheng still has points in his heart, keeping Qi Yun's limerick poem, he believes that Qi Yun will not be embarrassed with him.

"Bow down to the wind. ”

Before Zhou Yun could speak, Qi Sheng rushed to say, sat down and lowered his head to drink.

No one present would laugh at him for surrendering without a fight, because the defeat was decided, and Bei Qisheng could not write poems comparable to it, and even they did not dare to win.

After the poetry meeting, there will be people who have a heart to sing this poem, this poem is not unprecedented in the county king city, but it is definitely among the best.

At that time, Li Feng's poem was famous in the capital!

Super invincible Great Sword Emperor