"Is this the "Swordsman" compiled by everyone in the Zhuang that year? "

An elderly scholar with a clear face exclaimed, “More than 20 years ago, Zhuang everyone wrote poems on a snowy night on the river. It was famous all over the world. That night, Fairy Qingshui played this song "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer" on a boat. Everyone heard it. It was thrilling. Unrivaled in the world. Unfortunately, everyone in Zhuang everyone disappeared after that night. Fairy Qingshui no longer played this song "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer".”

"Although the music score has been widely circulated since then, no one has ever understood the true meaning. Back then, everyone in the village was drunk and splashed ink. Hundred poems about wine. Qingshui Fairy played the piano in the snow. A song shocked the world. That grand event. We are not qualified to participate. It is really a pity. Now, Qingshui Fairy has passed away. I thought "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer" had become a masterpiece. I didn't expect Miss Qingmei could play this song. We are really feasting today. "

Everyone here nodded repeatedly. Just this song "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer" is worth it today.

Lin Feng's eyes fell into the Feng Ling Pendant. Looking at Mr. Zhuang whose eyes were slightly closed, he thought to himself that "The Smiling and Proud Wanderer" was also written by his master. It seems that the master really has a lot of inventory.

I have been missing for more than 20 years. I can still be remembered by so many people. Master is indeed amazing.

But... more than 20 years ago, it should be when the master's body was destroyed.

According to Mr. Zhuang’s request, the Maple Spirit Pendant has now been sealed by Lin Feng. Lin Feng can see the Zhuang Lao inside the Maple Spirit Pendant. Mr. Zhuang Lao cannot feel the outside world. So Mr. Zhuang didn’t know where he was now. He just slept in the space of the Maple Spirit Pendant.

"Miss Qingmei's song "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer" is indeed exciting. It was exciting at first. It was just to fight. Later, it seemed to have achieved success and fame. It was like boating in the lake and sea. Use this song as the tone of the poetry meeting. It would be good. I'm afraid it's a little difficult. " Fang Ruoxue said loudly. "I'm not a person with beautiful articles in his belly. I can't make appropriate poems. Those who are just filling in the numbers may be embarrassing. "After saying that, looking at the direction where Lin Feng is, he smiled coldly.

Lin Feng smiled indifferently, not caring at all. The girl with long legs and the girl with green clothes glared at Fang Ruoxu at the same time.

The other literati were extremely calm on their faces. They did not respond much to Fang Ruoxu's words. The so-called poetry meeting was where literati compared each other. People without real talents and knowledge would naturally be embarrassed.

Yan Qingmei glanced at Fang Ruoxu and smiled slightly, "Does Mr. Fang really find it difficult?"

"It's naturally not difficult for me, but for some people, it's probably a bit difficult. " Fang Ruoxu was slightly stunned and said quickly

"Since Mr. Fang thinks it's not difficult, today's poetry meeting will start with Mr. Fang." Yan Qing raised her eyebrows and said with a faint smile.

"ah "

Fang Ruoxu's face changed slightly. The eyes of everyone were looking at him. But they had already fallen on him. Lu Jingyun held the wine glass and a sneer appeared on his face.

"Okay, I'll be ugly." Fang Ruoxu gritted his teeth and frowned. He began to search his stomach. The scholars looked at him. At the same time, they quickly began to think in their hearts.

Yan Qingmei smiled indifferently and caressed the Yaoqin. The sound of the piano was relaxed and cheerful. It made people happy. But to Fang Ruoxu, the sound of the piano was a life-threatening drum beat. It was annoying.

"Desolate and grand atmosphere...desolate and grand atmosphere..." Fang Ruoxu frowned and looked painful. After a few breaths, he gritted his teeth hard and said loudly. "I have it."

Yan Qingmei nodded slightly and stopped playing the piano. Everyone's eyes also fell on Fang Ruoxu's body.

Fang Ruoxu stood up and chanted loudly: "The river comes out of Xiaoshan. Amid the vast sea of ​​clouds. It flows eastward for a million miles. When will it return to the sea?"

After reciting, Fang Ruoxu sat down proudly. The bank of the clear stream became extremely quiet for a moment.

"Miss Qingmei, how about my song?" Fang Ruoxu looked at Yan Qingmei and said proudly.

"No," Yan Qingmei smiled slightly and said, "It seems that Mr. Fang is the same as Qingmei. He admires everyone in Zhuang very much. He is quite familiar with everyone in Zhuang's masterpieces."

"Hahahaha" the scholars around burst into laughter. Lu Jingyun said sarcastically: "Senior Brother Fang, who is not good for imitating? Who is your work? Is it so obvious that I am imitating everyone? "

Fang Ruoxu's face stagnated, blushed and speechless

Lin Feng couldn't help but laugh. Now he naturally knows the master's master's masterpieces. This so-called masterpiece by Fang Ruoxu is clearly obtained by imitating a poem by his master.

The first four lines of Master's long poem are: The bright moon rises from Tianshan Mountain, the vast sea of ​​clouds, the long wind blows thousands of miles, the name of Zhuang everyone knows in Xiaozhou. This Fang Ruoxue imitated Zhuang's poems at the poetry meeting. It was really a shame for himself.

It seems that this guy really doesn't have any real talent and knowledge. Instead, he has a high opinion of himself. As a result, he makes himself look dirty.

"Although Mr. Fang's poem has traces of axe, it's quite appropriate. This time, it's considered passing. "Yan Qingmei smiled slightly and cleared the siege for Fang Ruoxu. He said again. "Today, the poetry meeting was held. It was because Qingmei watched the river and entered the sea a few days ago. I felt something. I wrote a few small poems. Compared with the famous works of Zhuang, I was not satisfied. So I held a poetry meeting here. I hope to get a masterpiece."

As he said that, Yan Qingmei took out a wooden wine glass and filled it with fine wine. She put it in the Qingxi River in front of her and smiled and said with a smile: "Today's poetry meeting is held by Qingmei. The rules are determined by Qingmei. Whoever stops this wine glass will write a poem? We all commented. If we cannot make it or the poem we have made is too inappropriate, we will drink this cup. What do you guys think?”

Everyone nodded and said that this method was very good. Fang Ruoxu said loudly: "This wine was poured by Miss Qingmei himself. If you get here, you don't need to be a poem. I drank this cup directly. Haha.

The famous scholars looked at each other. It was extremely different. Lin Feng looked at Fang Ruoxu's cheerful look and shook his head. He didn't know how such a guy practiced to level six warriors.

Yan Qingmei raised her eyebrows slightly, and then she returned to her calm expression. She waved her jade hand and the wine glass slowly floated in the clear stream.

The water flow in the clear stream is extremely slow, about a few feet wide, just before each person's desk, slightly wider, just forming a completely static bay, the wine glasses go down the water, it is possible to stop in front of anyone

At this point, the poetry meeting really began

Lin Feng saw that the poetry meeting was like this. He knew that he might have the opportunity to speak. Where would he write any poems? Fortunately, there were many poems in his memory. They all looked quite good. Some of them were famous works by Zhuang Master, which were widely circulated on the Xuanwu Continent. Others were stuffed into his mind by the master. But there was no record of Zhuang Master's famous works.

Lin Feng didn't know whether these poems had been circulated on Xuanwu Continent. But he didn't care. If it was his turn, it would be a shame. With his will, he didn't care about such things at all.

The wine glass slowly drifted under the gaze of everyone. It stopped in front of the third famous scholar. The scholar was the old man who spoke first today. There are also records of this person in the classics given by Ye Lulu. Lin Feng knew that this person was named Wuyuan Sanren.

Wuyuan Sanren smiled and stood up and said, "I chanted an old work. Although it was an old work, it has never appeared in the world. I would like to ask the Fang family to correct it."

After saying that, Wuyuan Sanren stroked his beard lightly and recited loudly: "The spring scenery in Wuyuan is late. The weeping willows have not hung silk in February. Now the ice blooms by the riverside. It is the time when the flowers in Xiaoshan fall."

After reciting, Wuyuan Sanren sat down slowly, smiling and silent

"Not working" The scholars were pondering. Fang Ruoxu stood up and shouted loudly.

"How is it not working?" Wuyuan Sanren snorted coldly.

"Miss Qingmei's song "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer" has set the tone for today's poetry meeting. The style of writing poetry should be desolate and grand. Your poem is really inexplicable. It is inappropriate." Fang Ruoxue said loudly.

"I think it's very good." Yan Qingmei's voice sounded

Fang Ruoxu was slightly stunned and looked at Yan Qingmei

Yan Qingmei smiled indifferently and looked around and said, "What do you think?"

Lu Jingyun stood up and said loudly: "Sanren's poem is not only appropriate, but also a rare masterpiece. There is Sanren's poem. Today's poetry meeting will be famous for future generations."

"Nonsense" Fang Ruoxu curled his lips and said, "Lu Jingyun, what are you a yellow-mouthed child?"

Lu Jingyun snorted coldly and continued: "Wuyuan is located near the eastern deserted islands. The climate is bitter and cold. He has been repeatedly invaded by tribes on the eastern deserted islands. People's livelihood is withered. Xiaoshan is not only the origin of the river. It is also the most prosperous area of ​​Xiaozhou. This poem, although it seems plain, has a sense of compassion. Xiaoshan has already fallen flowers. The ice on the banks of Wuyuancai River is blooming. How desolate these two sentences are? How grand? How can it be said that it is not appropriate? "

All the scholars nodded. They agreed. Lu Jingyun took a proud look at Fang Ruoxu and sat down slowly.

Yan Qingmei looked at Lu Jingyun with a little surprise and smiled and nodded: "Mr. Lu said it well. There is a Sanren's poem. Today's poetry meeting has been considered successful. Sanren has made great contributions in Wuyuan's barbarians in the East Desert Islands for more than a hundred years. Not only are they famous scholars in Xiaozhou, but also benevolent and righteous people who are caring for the people. Mr. Mr.'s poems naturally passed. But this glass of wine was also invited to drink. This glass of wine was considered Mr. Qingmei's "

"Okay   Okay   " Wuyuan Sanren's face trembled slightly. He picked up the wine glass from the clear stream. He said with a sigh. "What I wish in my life is to kill all the barbarians of the East Desert islands. Return the people of Wuyuan to peace. But they are unable to do so. There is no help from Xiaozhou colleagues. What can they do? "

Looking at Yan Qingmei, Wuyuan Sanren said gratefully: "Miss Qingmei not only has a shocking talent, but also has a kind heart. I admire her. Fairy Qingshui has passed away. Miss Qingmei is the number one talented woman in Xiaozhou. I dared. From now on, I will call Miss Qingmei Fairy Qingmei. This glass of wine. I thanked the fairy for the people of Wuyuan Yizhaosheng. "

After saying that, he raised his head and drank the glass of Chinese wine in one go
Chapter completed!