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Chapter 75 Zhao Xun is crazy
Zhao Xun still knows Luo Shaoyuan very well, this fellow is a typical golden jade with a shabby appearance.

Luo Shaoyuan may be able to taste some poems and comment on them in a decent way.But asking him to write poems is simply too difficult.

But the rules are like this, Luo Shaoyuan has no choice.

It can only be said that you are bound in a cocoon, and you are unlucky.

Luo Shaoyuan scratched his head, thought through all the images related to autumn, and forced out a sentence:
"The moon comes to the autumn solstice to see the surplus and deficiency."

Everyone couldn't help frowning.

This sentence is worse than Zhang Yu's sentence just now.

It can be said that apart from conforming to the rules of Feihua Ling, this sentence has no merit at all. It is a pile of rhetoric and imagery, and there is no aesthetic feeling at all.

Poetry pays attention to an artistic conception, and artistic conception cannot be learned, it can only be realized.

Luo Shaoyuan is obviously a person without savvy, and it is not easy to put together this sentence.

Luo Shaoyuan also knew that he was making a fool of himself, so he hurriedly put the wine glass on the cup holder, pushed it lightly and let it flow down.

Then several people wrote poems one after another.

The verses chanted are very ordinary, and there is nothing brilliant about it.

Zhao Xun thought to himself, is that all?
This Qu Jiang Shihui is nothing more than that.

Seeing this group of mediocre people dance wildly, it is really a bit scratchy.

However, the wine glass seemed to be possessed by a demon, it just didn't stop in front of Zhao Xun.

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This is a world of practitioners, and literati can also practice.

If there are practitioners in the field, relying on breath to control the docking position of the wine glass, isn't it equivalent to going to a casino to gamble and get cheated?
Except for a dude like Luo Shaoyuan with an empty stomach, everyone who came to the Qujiang Poetry Banquet should want to show off, right?
Thinking of this, Zhao Xun held his breath and began to feel the fluctuation of vitality in the cabin.

This is the exclusive stunt of the Daoist sect. Zhao Xun begged his teacher Wu Quanyi for a long time before he taught it to Zhao Xun.

Although it is not comparable to the mind-watching technique, it is enough to judge whether there are practitioners around.

I don't know if I don't watch it, but Zhao Xun was startled when I saw it.

In the cabin, there were more than a dozen practitioners.

Although Zhao Xun couldn't judge their grades, one thing is certain, some of these people cheated and used their true energy to change the docking position of the wine glasses.

Zhao Xun sneered in his heart.

It's fine to cheat, but the poems written are so bad, it's like bad money driving out good money.

Zhao Xun felt that it was necessary for him to show his real skills and tell them who is the real king.

One round of chant, and another round.

This time, it was still Li Jianye, the son of King Qi who made the mistake.

Li Jianye ordered night.

"Into the underwater beach of an isolated village at night."

After His Royal Highness chanted, he put the wine glass in the cup holder and let it flow down from the upper reaches.

This time Zhao Xun didn't stand still, but forced out the true energy in his body, and cut the wine glass in front of him.

He is famous for his poems, and he has long been a household name in Chang'an City.

This time, everyone's eyes in the painting boat were all focused on Zhao Xun.

Zhao Xun smiled slightly, picked up the wine glass, and chanted casually, "Wei Shuang crossed the river for the first time last night."

After hearing this, Li Jianye nodded frequently: "It's so wonderful that the poems written by Ming Yun and the poems written by this son are intertextual when we first crossed the river last night. It's really wonderful."

"His Royal Highness has recovered."

Zhao Xun slightly cupped his hands in thanks, and then put the wine glass into the ditch.

He didn't sacrifice Wang Zha right away, he just wanted to see the reaction of everyone present.

If there are still people who don't know how to play and dare to provoke, Zhao Xun can increase his strength.

Sure enough, several people wrote poems one after another, but none of them could compare with Zhao Xun's.

Xu Shi was whetted by Zhao Xun, but Li Jianye felt that the poems written by other people were not tasty enough.

It took too long for Feihualing to walk around, and Zhao Xun might not have the opportunity to write a poem, so His Royal Highness temporarily changed the rules, canceling Qushui Liushang and Feihualing, and chose the simple and rude mode of ordering soldiers and generals.

Click on whoever wrote the poem!

In this regard, everyone has nothing to say.

Those in power make the rules, which has been the pattern since ancient times.

As participants, they can only adapt to the rules.

Li Jianye still had some ink in his stomach. He felt that the poems written by everyone, including Zhao Xun, were too literary and less heroic, so he wanted to pull back.

"Great Zhou established the country with military force, and all the men are determined to serve the country. They can't wait to go to the frontier and wrap their corpses in horse leather. Let's use the image of the frontier as a poem today. Mingyun, can you give everyone a head start?"

Zhao Xun was not surprised by His Royal Highness.

He arched his hands at Li Jianye, and then chanted:

"The bright moon rises out of the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ​​clouds.

Tens of thousands of miles of long wind blows Yumen Pass.

Han went down Baideng Road and looked at Qinghai Bay.

Originated from the battlefield, no one returned.

The hostess looked at his side, thinking how bitter he was.

When the tall building is at night, the sigh should not be idle. "

After reciting a poem, Zhao Xun sighed in relief.

As soon as this poem came out, it can be described as shocking.

It took Li Jianye a long time to react.

"Ming Yun's poem. It's really a masterpiece. The wind is thousands of miles away, the guards are thinking of returning, the girl is far away, majestic and sad, majestic and sad!"

Li Jianye's comments are on point.

But apparently some people were not convinced.

Lantian Zhang Yudang, who had shown his face before, jumped out first and said, "Young Master Zhao's poem is really good, but it's just too majestic and sad, but not heroic. It's a pity."

Um?Zhao Xun really didn't expect that someone would take the initiative to touch porcelain, and it was so untechnical.

He could have said that you can do what you want, and see how capable this Zhang Yu is.

But that's a little pricey.

After thinking about it, Zhao Xun smiled and said, "His Royal Highness, can Zhao write some more songs?"

Li Jianye was taken aback.

How many more songs?

No matter how talented a literati is, the seven steps to poetry is the limit.

In a short period of time, how many songs did Zhao Xun want to write in succession?
"Naturally. Please allow me."

Li Jianye really wanted to see where Zhao Xun's limit was.

Zhao Xun cupped his hands in thanks, then closed his eyes and began to brew emotions.

"If you want to ask about the side of a bicycle, it belongs to the country of Juyan.

Zheng Peng left Hansai and returned to Hu Tian.

The desert is solitary and straight, and the long river falls into the sun.

Whenever Xiao Guan rides, he protects Yan Ran. "

He breathed a sigh of relief after reciting one poem, and then wrote another one.

"Qinghai Changyun Dark Snow Mountain, the lonely city looks at Yumen Pass.

Yellow sand wears golden armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will never be returned if it is not broken. "

Let go of one song, and then another.

"The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, and there is an isolated city, Wanren Mountain.

Why bamboo flute complain willow, spring is not degree Pass. "

Zhao Xun was excited to kill, and continued to chant in high spirits:

"The luminous cup of wine and grapes, if you want to drink the pipa, please remind me immediately.

Lord Grim drunk lying on the battlefield, how many people have fought in ancient times. "

Killing crazy, now Zhao Xun is completely crazy, looking around, said loudly:
"When you draw a bow, you should draw it strong, and when you use an arrow, you should use it long.

Shoot people first, shoot horses, and capture thieves first.

Killing is also limited, and nations have their own borders.

If you can control the invasion of the mausoleum, how can you kill more! "

(End of this chapter)