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As soon as Zhao Wujiang's gentle words came out, a burst of laughter broke out in the banquet hall.

Hai Baichuan smiled like a tiger and hummed in his heart. The master of Wuya Pavilion must have pieced together some poems...

Since we want to evaluate, don't blame us for being ruthless... The people who ridiculed and ridiculed before sneered in their hearts, somewhat thinking that the evaluation in Zhao Wujiang's mouth was a little intimidating.

They ended their laughter and did not laugh again, but the expectant and smiling expressions on their faces showed that they wanted to see a joke.

"If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea never to return." Zhao Wujiang smiled gently at the corner of his mouth and Lang Lang said:

"Don't you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening."

As soon as he blurted out two lines of poetry, everyone present fell silent. Many of them sat up involuntarily, as if they had returned to school and felt the brilliance of a teacher.

"If you are proud of life, you must enjoy it to the fullest. Don't let the golden cup stand empty against the moon." Zhao Wujiang's expression gradually became passionate. Every time he recited Li Bai's "Toast", he was always filled with emotion.

Now, alone as a stranger in a foreign land, drunk and full of courage, when he recited this poem, in addition to his free and easy domineering air, there was also a sense of loneliness. I saw him filling a glass of wine, raising his head and drinking it into his stomach, with a free and easy expression:

"I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back after all the money I have spent!"

Everyone was startled by his momentum and slightly stunned.

Zhao Wujiang looked at the crowd and raised his hand to point to Jia, 2, 3, Jia 19 and Jinghai Gang leader Hai Baichuan:

"If you enjoy cooking sheep and slaughtering cows, you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time.

Seas and rivers, friends A and B, are about to drink, but don’t stop drinking.

I sing a song with you, please listen to me.

Bells, drums, delicacies and jade are not expensive, but I hope I will never wake up after being drunk for a long time.

In ancient times, all the sages were lonely, but only the drinkers left their names.

In the old days, King Chen used to have banquets, fights of wine and banter.

What does the master mean when you have less money? It is up to you to sell it.

The five-flowered horse and the golden fur will be exchanged for fine wine, and I will sell the eternal sorrow with you!"

After Zhao Wujiang finished reciting the toast, the whole place was silent, and you could hear a needle drop.

"good!"

The crowd couldn't help but burst into cheers and cheers. The voice came from the heart, so it was difficult to conceal the excitement in the tone.

Those who had previously ridiculed or disdained Zhao Wujiang were shocked in their hearts.

They originally thought that the leader of the Wuya Pavilion was unprepared and would definitely make a fool of himself while composing poems. They could take the opportunity to agree with the leader of the Jinghai Gang, Hai Baichuan, and use words to suppress Zhao Wujiang in order to gain access to the Jinghai Gang.

But they never expected that the master of Wuya Pavilion would actually recite such an ingenious poem, without any formality or pretense. The poem was full of heroism but also had a hint of loneliness.

Throughout the ages, the poets and literati who have left their names in history have generally been like this.

This Wuya Pavilion Master was a bit too amazing. Not only was he younger and more handsome than them, more powerful than them, he was also more talented than them, which made them feel helpless.

At the same time, there are also some people who feel a little bit lucky to see such a talented and talented person. This is a combination of luck and sadness. They are lucky, but they are sad.

Tiancanmen Sect Master Li Hu has been holding the wine glass to his lips for several breaths. The wine in the glass is trembling, just like his hand holding the glass and his trembling heart at this moment.

He, Yuan Ye and others had not yet come to their senses, their minds were filled with the amazing and brilliant poems that Zhao Wujiangfa had just recited. These poems seemed to be imprinted in their minds, with lingering lingering sounds.

After two more breaths, Li Hu suddenly came back to his senses and downed the glass of wine. His heart was trembling with fear. He didn't read much and was usually more of a rough man, but at this moment he seemed to understand the poem.

Beauty is a feeling. He finally understood the words he accidentally heard more than ten years ago that had been hidden in his heart. Maybe he couldn't understand them at all, but he felt the heroic spirit, and even a slight decline.

He, Yuan Ye and others stared at Zhao Wujiang blankly, as if they were meeting Zhao Wujiang for the first time, and were extremely shocked by Zhao Wujiang.

Who is Pavilion Master Zhao of Wuya Pavilion? Where does he come from? He has good martial arts skills, is as powerful as the three major gangs, is not surprised or upset when facing honor or disgrace, and has such incredible talent...

They looked at each other and couldn't help but smile bitterly. Maybe being forced to become the registered deacon of Wuya Pavilion was not a bad thing.

A good minister chooses his master and serves him, and a good bird chooses a tree to roost in. If he can return to the tent of the master of Pavilion Zhao, he may be able to look forward to it in the future, and his status will be even better than it is today.

Jia Jiu sat on the right side of Zhao Wujiang, his cloudy eyes were shining brightly, and the long and narrow scar on his cheek could not help but tremble.

He was among the first people to know the identity of eunuch Zhao Wujiang. He didn't understand, didn't the eunuch enter the palace because of his family's financial difficulties? How did the eunuch come from a poor family to attend a private school or come into contact with classics and poems?

Even if Mr. Zhao acquired talent in the palace, became a secretary, studied the secretary's vast books, and gained a literary background, so what?
Chapter completed!