I Turned Out To Be a Peerless Expert

　　 "Buyun sword head, just by listening to the narrative, you will know how beautiful it is." Li Xuan asked with a smile: "Tsk tsk, Lao Zhang, you are also from the mountain, don't you know him?"

　　 "It's just a fake name given by the world, but that's actually the case." Lao Zhang's face was smiled like an old chrysanthemum, he was obviously humble and happy in his heart.

　　I am happy not because others praise him, but because Li Xuan talks and laughs and regards him as his own.

　　 Such a high-ranking person has no arrogance at all, so why not make people happy.

　　 Again, he began to experience the joy of playing the world in the red dust (putting on the vest and watching you pretendingly).

　　 "Do you really know each other?" Li Xuan asked in surprise.

　　‘I will know my identity tomorrow morning, but I am so proficient in pretending that I don’t know it. I still need to learn from my predecessors with a humility. Lao Zhang picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and said:

　　 "A knight friend, a swordsman."

　　At this time, Lord Chang suddenly asked, "This little brother Li, is there any cross-crimination for the pair you just had?"

　　 Li Xuan turned his head and glanced at him. He looked at Lu Rui who was blank and smiled:

　　 "Horizontal batch, just one day."

　　 "Hahaha, it means something, you are a wonderful person." Chang Gongzi made a secretive tick at the corner of his mouth, and he actually admired a few words.

　　 This is to admit that this couplet is really interesting, and treat him as someone who is qualified to drink together.

　　 Lu Rui can instinctively detect that something is wrong, while studying the ink with his bare hands, while whispering:

　　 "My son, what is the meaning of that pair."

　　 Young Master Chang held up a brush, his eyes looked even stranger when he looked at her, and he laughed and said, "Don't say it, don't say it."

　　 then started writing poems.

　　 "Baihong has four feet of madness, crossing five lakes and thirteen rivers"

　　 "Come free to bring the wind to the Ming Palace, Mianqi Huagai hides the lonely coolness."

　　 The first half of this poem touted the exquisite swordsmanship and extraordinary spirit of Buyun's sword head, while the second half said that he went straight into Dali Wangcheng and forced Li Wang to cut off his hair, so his scalp became cold.

　　 The rice paper on which the verse is recorded, emits a slight white light.

　　 This is the manifestation of talent. Confucian scholars generally judge the quality of poetry through the length of talent. Only when the verses are written in specific words and words can they show the difference.

"Good poems, good poems, Chang Gongzi will get a few feet of talent for his casual works, and he will be a big white." The black robe man brother took the lead and applauded, as if he really saw some amazing work, and a group of Yan Guo scholars also spared no effort. The flattering flattery, the endless compliments, and the commercial awkwardness.

　　 Lu Rui also cast a look of worship at the right time.

　　 Young Master Chang smiled confidently, arrogant in the ordinary.

　　‘Sloppy is more professional than a professional. Li Xuan shook his head slightly, lying in a random place like Ge You paralyzed.

　　 The level of this poem is not satisfactory, it can only be said to be appropriate, and it is acceptable as a piece of entertainment.

　　 At this time, there were sparse applause from the Dali Shizi.

　　 This poem is not popular, but the problem is that at this level, they will not be able to write it for a while.

　　 The young man with a horse face smiled reluctantly, but his brows were frustrated, searching desperately.

He is also a scholar with real talent and learning, and he can write poems. But the problem is that although the poem by Chang Gongzi is not very good, it satirizes Li Wang secretly. There is no way to learn.

　　 Even if it is a little better, it doesn't have the heart-piercing effect of Chang Gongzi's poem.

　　 Suddenly, he saw Li Xuanfang sitting in the last position, his eyes lit up.

　　 "I just heard this butcher Li and the old Zhang next to him talk about Buyun Jianshou, and he also lives here all the year round, maybe he will have unique insights?"

　　‘I can’t write it by myself, give me a scapegoat? 'Looking at the entire small courtyard, the eyes converged on him, and the horse-faced youth desperately gave himself a wink, Li Xuan immediately waved his hand and said: "The way of poetry is just a little understanding, so I won't be embarrassed by it. "

　　 "As long as you write, no matter what you write, I will reward you with a hundred taels of snowflake silver." Ma Lian youth whispered.

　　 You don’t expect much from a butcher. Even if the writing is unacceptable, no one will find it strange, and you don’t need to lose the face of a scholar.

　　 Afterwards, he said that the butcher was vulgar, what did he do with me?

　　Furthermore, he still hasn't understood the strangeness of the couplet, but Chang Gongzi was the first to give approval. If Li Xuan's writing is bad, then it also shows that Chang Gongzi's eyesight is not good.

　　 There is nothing wrong with him anyway.

　　 "One hundred taels of snowflake silver..."

　　 Li Xuan lay on the table, propped his head with his hands, raised his eyelids and looked at the old Zhang next to him. He found that the latter was hopeful and seemed to be expecting something, so he changed his mouth and said: "Get pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

　　 "Okay." The old man opened his eyebrows and smiled, and brought the four treasures of the study.

　　 Then he personally emptied a piece of Li Xuan's desk and studied ink for him.

　　 He knows that Li Xuan likes to return to the basics, so naturally he can't use his cultivation as an aid.

　　 That's why Zhang Queer's old hands were just polished up unhurriedly.

　　 It is an unimaginable opportunity to be fortunate enough to get this poem. How many people can't ask for it. What's wrong with the ink? Even if the ink is drunk, Lao Zhang will not frown.

　　‘Look at the rich second generation of people, they are all confidantes, rubbing their hands lightly, book business, and good at writing. Li Xuan looked at Lao Zhang very seriously, studying ink at his desk, and lamented that the difference between people is sometimes bigger than that between people and dogs.

　　The young man with a horse face, Li Xuan also put on a score, frowning and preparing to scold him.

　　 But just to meet Lao Zhang's indifferent eyes, he felt Wen Xin trembled, and he unconsciously shrank his neck and stopped making a sound.

　　 "This old man..."

　　 The son of Chang murmured to himself, as if he had noticed something, and felt that the blind old man in front of him had an unspeakable aggressiveness.

　　 I always feel like I have seen it somewhere.

　　 Li Xuan's five slender fingers pinched the pen, and people suddenly became quiet.

Half of it was Lao Zhang’s deterrence, and half of it was because Li Xuan's pen gave people a strange sense of harmony, as if this pen should be held in his hand by nature, with a free and unrestrained manner, coupled with that handsome and handsome man. Faces, a thought arose in everyone's hearts.

　　 "How can you become a pork guy if you look so good?"

　　 Li Xuan gently stroked the pen and splashed ink, and the dragon and the snake reborn by themselves.

　　 Everyone held their breath and watched the slight splashes of ink shake off with the tip of the pen, and then the tip of the pen went back and forth, galloping from left to right.

"the river is long and tempestuous, it was like a hero."

　　 In the first sentence, there was a vast and majestic artistic conception. Everyone was sitting in the small courtyard by the lake, as if following the sound of the wave, a voice was whispering, reading Li Xuan's poem.

　　 The voice was erratic, as if it had been uploaded from the Nine Heavens, every word was very clear.

　　 "Zhen Guo?!" The scholars on the scene exploded their scalp.

　　Only when Zhenguo’s poems are born, recorded on paper and written in words and ink, will it trigger the righteousness of the world and spread the poems to the world.

　　 Mr. Chang tensed his body and quickly copied it on the table with a drink.

　　‘Oh, I really don’t want to pretend. Li Xuan sighed in his heart and continued to write.

　　" Success or failure turned around empty. The green hills were still there, and the sunset was red for several times.

　　 White-haired fisherman on the river Nagisa, UU reading www.uukānshu.com is used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. "

　　 After writing this, Chang Gongzi's finger was soaked in the drink, and he couldn't touch it anymore. He was stunned, muttering to himself and repeating the verse just now.

　　 "A pot of dirty wine is happy to meet each other. There are many things in the past and the present, and we are talking about it in a joke."

　　 Fanghua Xiaozhu's falling needle can be heard, and he can't even hear the sound of breathing.

　The power of the ancient quatrains is that even people who do not understand poetry can resonate unspeakably as long as they listen to it. Even elementary school students can distinguish which poetry is excellent.

　　 Om—

　　 Talent is manifested, and seven feet of exercises are sprayed on the xuan paper, and the indescribable purple halo diffuses.

　　...

　　 Outer courtyard of Broken Moon Tower, not far away from Fanghua Xiaozhu, you can vaguely hear guests from the outside court pushing cups for cups and talking loudly.

　　 A beauty in an orange skirt sits in front of the threshold, with slender legs together, holding a puppet in her hand, her pretty face lost in confusion, like an ugly duckling that nobody wants in this bustling fireworks place.

　　 The hair bun was a little messy, and the soft green silk fell from his ears.

"Dead pork guy, don't you know how to write a few sour poems? What's so great." Xiang Xiang poked her mouth, poked a finger under the puppeteer's crotch, and smashed her nails a few times, "Unexpectedly to help That stinky woman Lvrui bullied me. People want to stay alive in history. How could they fall in love with you, a pig killer? When she abandons you like a shoe, don't lick your face to find grandma."

A close-fitting maid came, patted her shoulder gently, and said: "A distinguished guest came in the front hall, and she called for a few times. I heard that I took fifty taels of silver to my mother. I have to see you today. It's."

　　 "Okay." The fragrance stood up, wiped the teardrops from the corner of his eyes, and stuffed the puppet into his arms.