I have a book of ghosts and gods

Chapter 257

Yang Xing looked gloomy.

He had heard of this white-clothed gentleman in front of him.

The leader of the last Chengzhou Jie Examination, Xie Yuan, was listed on the Jade Dragon Book, and Jixia Academy wrote the name of Buddha Heart and Carved Dragon with his own handwriting.

It is said that his literary talent is high, his words are clear, and his writing is as good as a dragon.

He is also known as Cui Siming, another Yujing god who has the name "Mingfeng", and is also the same class as Xie Yuan.

The so-called Buddha's heart carves a dragon, and a phoenix spits out pearls.

It's not something he can provoke.

Taking a deep breath, he squeezed out a smile and said, "Please, Wang Jieyuan."

Su Xiaoxin felt a little regretful, but he didn't hesitate, and took the jade pot in time.

When the others saw this, except for some Bailu students who glared at him, they also turned their attention to the newcomer Wang Jin.

After all, compared with the "little-known" Jiang Zhou, the majestic Buddha Heart Carved Dragon is more eye-catching.

Holding the glass of wine in his hand, Wang Jin smiled and nodded at Jiang Zhou.

After pondering for a while, he looked at Yang Xing again with dissatisfaction and admonition, then he looked around and recited aloud:

"Don't go into the world of mortals, it's exhausting. Compete for two snail horns, and you'll get a cow's hair. Let's put an end to anger, and don't sharpen your smile. It's better to drink, lie down and be intoxicated."

Yang Xing's face turned pale.

The crowd was in an uproar.

"it is good!"

"It's worthy of the reputation, and it's worthy of the reputation!"

"What a Buddha heart carves a dragon, there is a Buddha in his heart, there is Zen in his poems, his writing can carve a dragon, his reputation is well-deserved!"

"The artistic conception is extraordinary, but there is also a hint of admonition and ridicule hidden. Yang Xing is indeed a bit aggressive, and he has nothing like my generation."

"It is listed in the Jade Dragon Book, and there is no one who is easy to compare with."

"..."

On a boulder, Han Yanxin frowned slightly, and said to a young man with a leisurely and unruly attitude, "Why did this Wang Jin suddenly appear and help that kid?"

The young man stretched lazily, and said impatiently, "How would I know? I'm not his father."

Han Yanxin didn't care about his rudeness, and stared, "You are as famous as him, why don't you know?"

The young man gave him a look of "you are sick": "It's just the same name, why do you need to know?"

Han Yanxin glared and said, "You promised me that you would teach that kid a lesson!"

The young man shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently: "Wang Jin is a man of extraordinary literary talent. He is also good at the way of writing. I am better than him in the eloquence of scriptures. I am not as good as him in the way of poetry. There's really nothing you can do about him."

Han Yanxin immediately cursed, and the young man just scratched his ears, pretending that he didn't know that there was nothing he could do about him, the dignified young master.

the other side.

Yang Xing was a little ashamed and wanted to hide his face and leave.

Wang Jin saluted, wanting to pass the wine glass to the next person casually.

Although everyone regretted that there was no excitement to watch, they quickly forgot and continued to look forward to the next person.

After all, Jiang Zhou is very strange to many people, except for a few people who are resentful, no one cares.

One hand was in front of the wine glass.

Everyone was taken aback, but saw that it was Jiang Zhou who had just escaped a "tribulation".

Shenxiu said in a daze, "Jiang Layman, you..."

Originally, he came here because of other important matters, and it happened to coincide with the meeting, and he was embarrassed when he met Jiang Zhou.

He wanted to rescue him, Wang Jin was his good friend, knowing what he wanted, so he helped him one step ahead.

Jiang Zhou snatched the wine glass with his hands, Wang Jin was also slightly taken aback, but he was not dissatisfied, and instead smiled gently.

Jiang Zhou acted as if there was no one else around, and said with a smile: "When you meet a bosom friend, there are only a thousand glasses of wine, and there are too many words if you don't speculate."

"We reunited with the master after a long absence. We should have a drink. However, Jiang has a friend who came from afar. We should toast him first."

Stretching out his hand, he reminded Su Xiaoxiao who was astonished: "Master Su, can I drink enough wine?"

Su Xiaoxiao woke up startled, and hurriedly said: "Xiu Yilang's words are concise and wise, so I can drink it."

The eyes of the rest of the people also lit up.

Thinking about the sentence that seemed to come out casually, but it had an endless aftertaste.

Hearing Su Xiaoxiao's words again, they were all shocked, saying that this person is unknown, but he is still an embroiderer?
Such an urgent talent is barely worth it.

Shenxiu looked at Jiang Zhou with no hesitation or fear in his eyes, and was surprised to find that this Layman Jiang seemed to have been reborn after not seeing him for a while, and he was amazed in his heart.

Knowing that he must be caressing, he smiled and said: "It's not convenient for a monk to drink alcohol, so brother Jiang can do it himself."

Jiang Zhou said with a smile: "Wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and the Buddha will keep it in his heart. Master, you are in good shape."

Shenxiu gave a sudden pause, as if being hit by a slap in the face, she muttered and repeated.

"Wine and meat have passed through the intestines, but the Buddha's heart remains..."

"Yes, yes..."

His eyes became brighter and brighter, he suddenly laughed, grabbed the glass of wine and drank it down in one gulp.

"Don't go up to Qingyun, Qingyun is full of love and hate. Self-worthy and wise, fight with each other. Swallow bait for a dead fish, and burn a moth for a lamp. Why don't you come to drink and get drunk!"

He actually followed Wang Jin's words.

The words are not inferior at all, and the artistic conception is quite similar. They are all full of Zen, and it is even more ironic to chant in front of Yang Xing.

"Haha, Layman Jiang, I'm sorry, but I was so happy that I snatched this glass of wine. Where is my friend? Call me quickly, and I will return a glass of wine!"

That Yang Xing had already covered his face and left, but at this moment his foot slipped, he nearly fell down, and hurried away in embarrassment.

Seeing that all the teachers and commanders on the Baishi platform shook their heads again and again, cursing secretly.

"Can I drink this cup of wine with Brother Jiang?"

At this moment, a person stood up suddenly.

After a few steps, he bowed with shame on his face, but said in his mouth: "Brother Jiang, what I did tonight was not what I wanted. I couldn't help myself. I hope you will forgive me."

"It's a unicorn!"

"What's the background of this embroiderer? Even Qilinzi wants to get in trouble with him?"

"Hahaha, as expected, the arrogant will have their own rewards. This time, I see who else will stop the wine for him!"

The crowd is crowded, or looks at each other coldly, or speaks ridicule.

Jiang Zhou glanced at Cui Xing, shook his head and said: "Since you can't help yourself, no matter how good the wine is, it tastes astringent and bitter. It's really wasteful. You don't need to drink this wine."

"I don't think so!"

"Baishi passes on the cup, and when the cup arrives and you don't drink it, you can admit that you are inferior to others! Don't be ashamed!"

Beside Yang Xing, several people couldn't help shouting loudly.

After several setbacks, it's rare that one person can cure him, so how can they let him go?
"Hahahaha! I have come from a long way, and I also want to ask for a glass of water and wine to soothe my throat. Can you do it?"

again! ?
There was a burst of wild laughter.

Everyone turned their heads and saw a person walking slowly behind a servant of Bailu Academy on the mountain steps.

The man was dressed in white, with fluttering sleeves, as if riding the wind.

Good manners!
Seeing this person, everyone praised him unanimously.

Although this person looks good, but when walking, there is an uninhibited and heroic style, which is even more eye-catching.

"Who are you?"

"Can anyone drink Cui Qilin's wine?"

Since someone asked about it.

The visitor laughed repeatedly, and just treated everyone present as nothing, came to Jiang Zhou, and smiled.

Then she snatched the jade pot from Su Xiaoxiao's hand, and in her astonishment, she tilted her head back and drank.

The wine flowed down the corner of his mouth, unrestrained.

"Hahahaha!"

"This wine is passed around, Tai Ye is stingy, and he is addicted to alcohol, but he can't wait for such a long time!"

"It's better for you not to drink anymore, whoever wants to drink, come together, and wait for me to drink a hundred cups!"

While drinking and laughing, he stretched out his hand and pointed at everyone on Bailuyan.

Even those on the stone platform did not avoid it.

"Bold!"

"Insanity!"

This move naturally aroused public outrage.

Originally, there were many famous scholars who had no intention of fighting and comparing, but when they saw the person's arrogance and rude behavior, they also felt angry and stood up one after another.

One person waved his sleeves and strode forward.

Chanting while walking.

"There is no one at this time, fighting for the spring of Naidi City. There is no one at this time, how can I describe my life. There is no one at this time, fighting for the sunny sky. There is no one at this time, how can I count against the autumn wind. There is no one at this time , What to do and stay."

Walking up to the person, just finished singing, cupped his hands and said: "Brother, please return the jade pot."

Someone exclaimed in the voice: "It's Yueyang Xiaoli!"

Yan Xiaowu suddenly whispered next to Jiang Zhou: "I told you before that Xiao Lang in "The Dragon Girl Farewell to Xiao Lang" is this man's elder brother. He has a great reputation. There is a good show to watch." .”

Jiang Zhou smiled and remained silent.

It was really a good show to watch.

But seeing the person who came here cast a sidelong glance at Xiao Li, he laughed, lifted the jade pot and poured out the wine again.

This jade pot has been handed down for so long, but the wine inside is still full.

After drinking it in one gulp, he blushed slightly, and the madness on his face became more and more obvious.

While the big sleeves are fluttering, he has already chanted:

"If the sky does not love wine, the star of wine is not in the sky. If the earth does not love wine, there should be no springs of wine on the earth. Since heaven and earth love wine, their love of wine is worthy of heaven."

"I have heard that it is better than a sage, but the Tao is as turbid as a sage. Since the sage has already drunk, why ask for the gods. Three cups lead to the Dao, and one fight is natural...

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"You, it's almost there."

"Who else is coming?"

Amidst the loud laughter, it was like spitting pearls out of the mouth, and everyone present was so startled that they clamored.

Xiao Li's expression turned pale, he was stunned for a long time, sighed, shook his head, turned around and left.

The visitor asked with a smile, but no one dared to answer.

Being able to come here, the people present, there are not many people who are idiots, and almost all of them are famous talents from all over the world.

Although there are only a few sentences, how can they fail to understand the mystery?

The words were still those words, but when the person spit them out, they seemed to be tainted with immortal energy.

Unreachable, unattainable.

It is not a secular sentence in the world.

If they are given enough time, they may not be unable to fight.

But right now...

I'm afraid that he will be the champion.

However, there are also those who are lucky enough to take the opportunity to invite their names.

Thinking that even if he loses, he can show his fame at the poetry meeting.

There were quite a few people like this, and when they saw the silence of the crowd, they all stood up one after another.

"I come!"

Sing alone and look around proudly.

The visitor didn't even look at it, he just opened his mouth and said, "Thirty-six thousand days in a hundred years, you have to drink three hundred cups a day..."

"It's too bad, it's too bad, go and take a break!"

After chant in a hurry, he waved his hands again and again, like waving away flies.

The man walked away in shame.

Someone else chanted loudly.

The visitor raised his head to drink, chanted casually and turned back: "I only hope that when the song meets the wine, the moonlight will always shine in the golden bottle..."

"The smell is unbearable, and I am drunk!"

"..."

After a while, on the flat ground, there are a group of young heroes, all of whom have earthy faces.

Especially the one who just stepped forward, drenched in cold sweat, almost suspicious of being in a dream.

All the big figures on the Baishi stage couldn't help looking at each other, they got up one after another, and stared intently at the person in the field who was holding a pot to drink, swaying, walking chaotically, and dancing to the moon.

In just a short moment, he had drunk no less than a hundred cups of wine and fought back dozens of people.

Everyone came up, no matter who it was, he just opened his mouth without even looking.

But every word shines brightly, and every sentence is like a fairy.

How can there be such a person in the world?
Not people, not people...

At this time, no one dared to step forward to seek self-humiliation, and they all quietly watched the man dancing alone with the moon.

After an unknown amount of time, Su Xiaoxiao suddenly came to her senses as she stood there in a daze, looking at the person dancing and drinking alone.

Looking at the silence around him, if this continues, the Moon Sacrifice Poetry Meeting may not need to continue.

Can't help laughing bitterly, and said crisply: "Xiao Xiao also intends to ask the exiled immortal for a glass of water and wine, I wonder if it is possible?"

The person who came was drunk, and didn't turn his head back: "Stop talking too much, it will disturb my drinking, come quickly!"

Su Xiaoxiao pondered for a moment, then said:

"Put the wine to the slanting sun, and ask the west wind silently. What's the matter with the rouge, I dye the hibiscus with color. Looking at the thousands of hectares of the evening river, there is a lot of sadness in it, and there is nowhere to go to Zhenghong. The sky is at the corner of the rails, and people are leaning on drunkenness."

When she made a sound, it really woke up everyone, and brought them to their senses slightly.

Except for the word wine, this poem has nothing to do with this situation, but no one cares about it at this time,
They just want to see when this fairy-like man will finish his poems!

The visitor shook his head and laughed drunkenly, as if he was embarrassed to meet an opponent, and his mood was waning.

With messy steps, holding the pot and waving.

"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date. Raise your glass to invite the bright moon, and the shadows will form three people..."

"The moon will not drink, and the shadow will follow me. I will accompany the moon for a while, and I will enjoy the spring..."

"My singing moon wanders, my dancing shadow is chaotic..."

"..."

The mood is sparse and crazy, but there is a sense of loneliness.

As if facing all the heroes in the world, no one can stand a fight, lonely and unbearable, I can only invite the bright moon to drink together...

On Bailuyan, there was a dead silence.

Everyone was pale.

How can there be such a person in the world?How can there be such a thing?

No no……

This person is not human...

It's an immortal from the sky relegated to the mortal world!

"..."

"Too fucking majestic!"

At this time and here, the only person who can say such words is Yan Xiaowu, who is ignorant and inexperienced.

He poked Jiang Zhou excitedly: "Do you know him?"

Jiang Zhou raised his brows slightly, this kid has really poisonous eyes.

"Cough cough!"

After such a long time, the people on Baishitai finally couldn't see it anymore.

Li Mengyang stood up and coughed dryly.

If he doesn't come out again, the poetry meeting will not be held.

"At the Moon Festival and Autumn Festival, there are songs and poems for the banquet. There is this one hundred articles about wine fighting. It is true that the exiled immortal is alive. With these hundred articles, the world's toasting words will be exhausted from now on!"

"The wine is gone, and the moon is not out, how about it?"

No one answered, still immersed in the exiled immortal who invited the moon to drink together.

Who dares to write poems in front of him when he fights for a hundred articles on wine and pearls and jade?
Does this poem still have meaning?

Where the hell did this guy come from?

It's just here to mess things up!
Zhu Yuanhao below was very considerate. While wiping his sweaty brow, he explained in a low voice: "Brother Jiang Zhou asked me to introduce this person into the meeting. He should be his friend."

"Ok?"

Why is it this kid again!
　I tried my best, I can't finish writing... This plot is actually an important turning point in the main line, it's really not just for pretending... I really can't finish writing three or two chapters... Four thousand words barely finished and the vest appeared... …

　　
　
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