Everyone has reached the door, but it is impossible not to fight. But if you fight, you may be embarrassed again.

He Lang pondered for a few breaths, looked at Hu Li, who was separated by a person on the table, and asked, "Shilar Hu, what do you think?"

Although the Minister of Rites was one level higher than the Minister of the Secretariat, the other party was directly under the control of King Tianqi, and his status was not lower than that of him. Moreover, five peach and plum banquets were held, and there were scenes of composing poems and singing in the past, and the people were very clear.

Hu Li said without hesitation: "Very good!"

When he heard Wang Duan’s proposal, he quickly looked at Dong Shumin and felt relieved immediately.

The young lady understands it in seconds.

He smiled and didn't look back. He clenched his fist with his right hand, and bounced his thumb to the back. He pointed at the last mat and held a pair of chopsticks, and looked at the eagle and wolf, and there was still something good to eat.

It means that Xiao Shu is accurate in walking.

Mr. Hu, together, Dong Shudai was a dumb, but a serious scholar. Writing articles was a basic skill and would not be too bad. Other teenagers regarded cultivating their life goals, and poetry, songs and essays were just side jobs, and they might not be able to do so.

Time is rushed, and even if Dong Shu's performance is dull, it doesn't matter. The civil servants in the Imperial Heaven Supervision are idle every day and often make fun of the romantic and romantic things. It is not difficult to make them hurry to write a essay, but the difficulty lies in writing a masterpiece that can be circulated.

It is already past six o'clock in the afternoon, and the sunset is converging and it will be dark in an hour. Sending two people to stand in front and spend time, Zhou Ren has no chance to play, and he will die in the womb. Although it is not kind enough and the scene is not good-looking, he can't care.

A weak country has always had no diplomacy.

When did the relationship between China and Zhou have the upper hand? This time, the Dong brothers and sisters finally appeared and slapped them in the face. How could they get back?

The pen, ink, paper and inkstone were quickly placed on the table. The fat man Feng Duan just poured the clear water into the inkstone when he saw Dong Shu put down his chopsticks and walked over. He was stunned.

Brother, don’t bring such a scary thing. Before I even started grinding the ink here, you have written a masterpiece?

All the people in the field were dizzy except Miss Dong laughing proudly. No! You can get the problem right, can you write a fu by luck?

Unexpectedly, Xin Tianyou walked around the square table and asked in a low voice:

"Feng Chengcheng, where is the locker room?"

The locker room? The little fat man is very smart and understands immediately. This guy has poured so much wine and wants to find a place to let the water go.

The officials of the Imperial Heaven Supervision laughed in silence and said, "Go and go back."

After Xintianyou finished refreshing, he washed his hands and walked out of the remote building. Feng Cheng, who led the way and waited for him, said hurriedly:

"Brother Dong, the direction is reversed, the banquet is there."

Xin Tianyou smiled and said:

"You guys play for yourself, I won't get involved."

For him, Dong Shumin's doubts about "Tianling Root" were solved, and the rest were all fine. What is fighting for wine, topics and articles, it was just a fight between children and fruits. Even if the world was a war, it was just a battle between ants in the face of major events such as "the sun was expanding and the planets were destroyed".

His body was filled with blood and could not suppress the breakthrough trend. He had to rush to the house where Chinese was conducting experiments as soon as possible to hide it.

The real person of the Holy Fetal Physician is coming to Baisha City and must be quietly searching for the people who are fighting in the Chenghuang Temple. The consequences of being discovered will be quite bad and serious.

With just one Zhou Wuyang, he is not afraid. At most, he can use the life-saving sword energy and kill it. But behind the scenes, the Xiaoshui Sword Sect is standing, which will involve a series of troubles. Xin Tianyou is not ready to start a war against the Taoist sect and the world.

Seeing his cheeks flushed, Feng Cheng thought he had drunk too much and said:

"Brother Dong, do you need a rest? There is a place in Taoli Garden. The banquet has not ended, and you left early alone, which attracted much attention. In addition to the people from the government, there are also the Conscious Immortal Master sent by Qingfeng Temple to secretly protect it."

As a member of the royal party, it is not a good thing to be targeted by the rear party.

Xin Tianyou nodded, feeling it was a bit tricky.

The Qingfeng Temple School masters protect the Peach and Plum Banquet because the rookie students have no combat power. The protection of China can only be at the secular level. If you break into a more powerful immortal master, you can kill all the people in the garden.

The street outside was blocked and there was no one. If you walked out with a swagger, it would be too eye-catching and easily followed. It is not so easy for a master of the Consecration Realm to get rid of. The last time he left the treasure pavilion, he got rid of Rong Sheng and asked Su Guoer to help act. Getting rid of Zhang Muzhi and Tong San was a first-hand advantage.

When breaking through, the sudden increase in the realm will cause drastic changes in the environment and create strange phenomena. It is best to proceed quietly.

what to do?

The qi and blood in the body are boiling, so it must be calm.

Find a room in Taoli Garden to meditate and concentrate, relax your body and mind? It is too unsafe and easy to be disturbed.

Then there is only one way, writing.

Through writing, let the body and mind be peaceful again. It is like letting the volcano that is about to erupt temporarily dormant, and then break through until late at night.

"Let's go, Feng Chengcheng, don't Zhou Ren write something?"

After hearing this casual words, the little fat man was so dizzy. He looked at Xin Tianyou's face repeatedly to confirm whether he was drunk.

Brother, that's not called a thing, it's called Fu. If you can write something more advanced than it, that's fine...

The two walked towards the lush peach and plum forest, and their arrogant voices came, as Doctor Su, who had always been pretending to be a black-faced person.

"...You guys are so quiet, and they keep looking at the intersection. Did Mr. Dong who had just been urinating? The stupid man and his stupid method were just right to figure out two questions. Do you really have any skills? You can do not write essays, just write long poems and rhymes, hahaha... Since no one has spoken, Su will throw a brick and attract jade first... "

Wang Duan, the Minister of Rites of Zhou, shouted in a deep voice:

"Dr. Su, the guest will follow the host's will. How can you be mad?"

The Minister of the Chinese State He Lang forced a smile:

"It's okay, let's wait for Dong Shu..."

Dong Shumin volunteered:

"I'll catch Xiaoshu..."

While speaking, the colorful path of the flower forest turned out of the two. The leading boy's white clothes were as snow as snow, his eyebrows were like picturesque, as if the exiled immortal had emerged from the White Jade Capital.

The sound of the piano was melodious, and Bai Ling'er played a song "Welcome the Immortal Guest", which coincided with this scene.

When the two walked to the square table, Su Langzhong handed over the brush in a fake manner and said, "I dare not take the lead. I also asked Mr. Dong to give me advice and feast my eyes on it, hahaha..."

This is in the General!

Articles emphasize rendering atmosphere, creating artistic conception, and touching the soul, and it cannot be done in one stroke.

Judging from the situation, short poems are best written.

For example, "The bright moonlight in front of the bed" is a plain language. If you toss and turn one night, a wanderer will get up in his clothes. Seeing the bright light and thinking of his hometown, you will feel that it is difficult and easy. If a merchant is full of wine and food, he is leaning against the red and green. If you tell him "The bright moonlight", that's a bullshit!

Later, playing with words became a kind of show-off, such as "palindrome poems". Undeniable, some excellent works also appeared in it, such as Su Shi's "Inscription on Jinshan Temple". In terms of achievements and influence, they were far less than his own "Shuitu Song Head. When will the bright moon come to you", "Nian Nujiao. Nostalgia in the Red Cliff", and "Red Cliff Fu" before and after...

Articles focus on ideas first and expression second. When an empty mind, the show of skills becomes exaggeration.

The lyricism reaches the peak of showing off skills and is extremely extravagant. The thought reaches the peak of shackles and reaches the peak of shackles when it reaches the eight-legged essay. Only retelling classics is allowed, and no one is allowed to have his own ideas.

What is more powerful than fu is rhyme, but is actually a combination of poetry, parallel prose and fu. In addition to having the characteristics of both the three, it must also be consistent with rhyme and length.

The restrictions are too strict, and even those who like to show off their skills the most are not like to touch them.

Langzhong Su handed the pen with a smirk, which was equivalent to asking you to fall into the trap. After all, no one could complete the draft of a masterpiece in just five minutes. Wouldn’t that be more agile than Wang Bo and could be called a monster!

Unexpectedly, Xin Tianyou took the brush without hesitation and pushed the other person into a butt with one palm.

I want to play with words, right? You guys are blown away in minutes!

Su Langzhong fell to the ground and couldn't recover after a long time.

A thief, a thief, a thunder man doesn’t beat a smile, a gentleman doesn’t speak or move... This guy is crazy, I’m still an envoy to the Shangbang!

A small sound wave surged in the boy and girl, and they chattered excitedly. They also wanted to beat Su Langzhong, who looked dirty, but they didn't have the courage. Dong Shu gave everyone a breath of calmness, which was simply too handsome.

Taking action at the state banquet is a scene that is rare in a thousand years, and the officials are all confused.

A few seconds later, Wang Duan shook his head and sighed.

"Oh, I'm not virtuous after drinking..."

He Lang smiled and said:

"It's okay for young people to be full of energy. What's more, there is no magnanimity in the peach and plum banquet, and there is no ritual or custom..."

While speaking, the young man in white held the pen and walked to the square table. He focused and counted breaths before he was full of ink, and straightened the brush hair on the edge of the inkstone.

Because the table is low, if he wants to write, his elbows must be hanging in the air, without any support points, which is quite uncomfortable.

Seeing this, Mr. Hu was about to call someone to lift a chair, but he saw the other party move. He held the drooping cuff of his right arm with his left hand to prevent it from brushing onto the paper, and leaned over and waved it.

The movements are natural, graceful and elegant, without any fireworks.

The little fat man Feng Chengcheng was confused. Why is Brother Dong holding a pen not like he is grabbing chopsticks? When he got closer, he immediately let out a "Oh" and his eyes were straight.

When Doctor Su, who was sitting on the ground, saw no one paying attention, got up in disappointment and looked closer in dissatisfaction. His eyes suddenly became bigger than the copper bell, and he screamed "Oh"

But the two maids next to them were indifferent and they were illiterate.

Wang Duan smiled and said:

"It seems that Baisha City is indeed a masterpiece. Mr. Dong is afraid that he has written some great works. Doctor Su, please read it out for everyone to take a look."

This sentence is half ironic and half doubtful.

With just a few words, what good or bad can you tell? As an opponent, Doctor Su must be picky, and even if you have to say good things, how could he become that ghost?
Chapter completed!