The Strongest Master of the Starry Sky

Mr. Wu, a gentle man, looked at the middle-aged man with a look of arrogance, and suddenly shouted, "I don't agree, I don't agree. This must not be done by him, it must be done by the ancients. He cannot make this kind of rhythm Poetry, impossible, absolutely impossible! "

As Mr. Wu said, the shock in everyone's faces began to appear doubtful, yeah, this little scholar is from the northwest border, unknown, and so young, how could it be possible to make this artistic style of poetry How about it?

This is impossible! This is not true! This is not realistic!

Old Wu said that the poem was made by ancient people, but it is still a bit possible. The true civilization has been passed down for many years. Although the metrical poems have been preserved relatively well because of their unique value, there is no guarantee that they will not be missed. It is impossible to say that this gentleman, it is very possible to get some ancient Daxian poems that have not been circulated!

Everyone looked at Qi Fei, Qi Fei smiled slightly and didn't speak!

At this moment, Mr. Wen Yawu shouted loudly: "Please also ask Mr. to ask questions, the more obscure the better, I don't believe he can really make rhythmic poems!"

The middle-aged man frowned slightly, then nodded, and looked at Qi Fei, thinking to himself, if this little scholar really got some unsung poems from the sages, what problem should he come up with? Just come up with a military theme! After all, the sages did not have metrical poems on the subject of military affairs. Poems on this subject were basically ancient sayings. The sages had hardly ever done such metrical poems.

"Well, I think that's it for the second question, just make a poem about military affairs!"

When he said this, everyone was stunned. Not only was Mr. Wu stunned, but Qi Fei was also stunned.

This kind of poem must have the basis of life in the army, otherwise it is difficult to make it. This is not a romantic and utopian sentence. Only imagination can form a kind of humiliating and indifferent style. It needs a life. , Even those with military experience!

Mr. Wu is not good at this subject. He is a literati and has not stayed in the army, but a small scholar should also not be good at it. He is young and only a scholar, how can he write such a poem well?

If the poems of the scholars from the previous paragraph are still in doubt, then this second test, he only needs to know if it is true!

The handed down poems of military law in the Tang Dynasty were almost absent, and even the ancient poems were very few, so once the scholars made them, they would never exist, and it was possible that predecessors did not circulate verses.

However, everyone has some ideas in mind. Although it is said that Mr. Wu has not been in the army, it does not mean that he does not know the army at all. On the contrary, he still has some knowledge of the army.

As for the young scholar, although he is young, he is only a scholar, and he has not entered the army, but he is from Liangzhou. Where is Liangzhou? That's a big border province! This is the place where the martial arts are stationed and the place where the heavy soldiers of the Tang Dynasty are stationed. Every year, no one can be sure about the battles and battles. The scholars in the short paragraph did not know the army at all.

At this time, the middle-aged man took a look at the two and slowly said, "Poems on military subjects are not easy to write, so this test is not restricted to five words and seven words, and long sentences and short sentences, which are the strengths of each exhibition."

Qi Fei nodded when he heard the words, and said, "Will Mr. Wu come first!"

Everyone can see that his face is embarrassed, which means that if I come first, you old Wu still doesn't have to do it, just admit defeat.

Mr. Wen Yawu gritted his teeth fiercely and hummed: "Then I'll be here first, scholar, don't you think about referring to my poems, how can you understand military career at a young age? It's going to be exposed! "

Qi Fei heard a slight smile, but did not refute, but just reached out his hand and gently made a gesture.

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Mr. Wu squeezed the fan in his hand and began to pace slowly, and only half a day later he said, "The cold wind is dark, the swords and guns flutter and feathers fly, Wan Qi rides on the hustle at night, and thousands of troops can easily break into thunder."

As soon as this poem came out, everyone looked at me and I saw you. This poem is very good in the culture of civilization, and the victory is still in the military poems, so there are bonuses that can be considered good.

If in the past, once this poem was published, everyone would sing loudly, but after the previous love poems, a few people were cautious and did not dare to applaud easily, for fear that the small scholar would really make a good work, and then be red. Fruit's face.

It was a middle-aged character for a moment, and said, "This poem has a good spirit, it is a good work, write it down." This let Mr. Wu secretly breathe a sigh of relief, and then looked at Qi Fei, "Dola" opened the folding fan, My heart was secretly waiting for this small and thick section of books to be ugly.

Qi Fei glanced at Mr. Wu's expression and poked his lips, and said, "What the **** is this? Mr. Wu? Are you also a poem?"

His words almost annoyed everyone, especially middle-aged people. As soon as he finished exaggerating the poem, he was told by a small scholar that it was something.

This kid is also too arrogant. Although he is young and frivolous and talks about books, but this way he has to be beaten. By the way, this kid said that his swordsmanship is unparalleled in the world, and he is naturally not afraid of being beaten, but the words themselves will It caused a lot of troubles, Wu Wu second, let's say this, we can't say how many famous swordsmen of Datang came to challenge him.

Suddenly, the middle-aged person learned Qi Fei, and twitched his mouth: "Is this poem good? Since the scholars in the short section don't recognize it, then they still ask the scholar to write poems?"

Qi Fei nodded with a smile. At this time someone had prepared a pen and paper and planned to write it down.

Qi Fei still took a white tube pen and walked a few steps: "Since Mr. Wu is making short poems, then I will come up with a seven-word quatrain. Although I have not joined the army, I may not be able to make a military trip. poetry!"

Quatrain Seven Words Absolutely! The quatrain is even more skillful!

Although some people stared at Qi Fei with wide eyes, waiting for him to write a poem.

"Grape and wine luminous glass!" Qi Fei groaned indifferently.

Everyone was stunned when they heard the words. What kind of army poem is this? Isn't this a toast?

"I want to drink the pipa immediately!" Qi Fei said leisurely.

Sudden change of mood! Sure enough it is a quatrain, even if it is not a military poem, it will be a superb masterpiece!

"Drunk lying on the sandy field laughs!" Qi Fei's voice was a little loud.

Ah, this sentence turned the picture of the entire poem into a sudden change, and became a kind of sadness.

"A few people returned from the ancient battle!" Qi Fei's voice was sad and desolate, and even attracted almost everyone in the small village to go out and watch.

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