Uncrowned Evil Emperor

The two consecutive poems were not made by Feng Jueyu randomly, he had an obvious purpose.

This time, the gifted scholar went to the lake and met Mu Qianjun. Feng Jueyu seemed to feel that this person had a rich story.

At the same time, although Mu Qianjun did not reveal his background and origin, he also did not ask Feng Jueyu's origin.

As the saying goes, don't ask where a hero comes from. From this point of view, Feng Jueyu felt that Mu Qianjun was an extraordinary person.

After getting in touch bit by bit, Feng Jueyu discovered that Mu Qianjun is a straightforward and straightforward person, and he treats people with no pretense, and even though he looks heroic and suave, there is a hint of heroism in his bones. It seems to have the iron and blood breath of a soldier.

More importantly, Feng Jueyu knew that Mu Qianjun was definitely a powerful warrior, and this could be detected just from the blood radiating from him, and this person must have fought in the killing field for many years, accumulating bit by bit. The rich blood that comes down is not comparable to that of ordinary soldiers.

Feng Jueyu admired two kinds of people the most in his life,

One is a clean and honest man with a clean sleeve and integrity.

The other is the iron-blooded soldier who can sacrifice his life for the country and die.

Mu Qianjun's body was exuding the same aura as the latter, so Feng Jueyu developed a friendship...

Then, he expressed his friendship with the beautiful scenery of Xilin with the song "Happy in the Spring", and regarded Mu Qianjun as a friend...

Later, in order to confirm the identity of Mu Qianjun that he had guessed in his heart, he deliberately wrote Liangzhou Ci without changing it at all. This heroic and incomparably famous line was just to see Mu Qianjun's reaction.

The luminous cup of grape wine, if you want to drink the pipa, immediately urge it.Lord Grim drunk on the battlefield, how many people fought back in ancient times?

This poem describes the scene of people on the expedition drinking to their heart's content and getting drunk to their heart's content.Suddenly the situation turned sharply downwards, and the pipa immediately urged people to go to battle. The soldiers held up the spirits in their bowls without fear. Even if they got drunk and died on the battlefield, please laugh at me.

This poem completely touched the hearts of people like Mu Qianjun. When fighting on the battlefield, their fate is not their own, and there is a possibility of dying in a pool of blood at any time.What the soldiers miss most is their hometown, but few can go home as they wish.

This poem fully narrates the sufferings of the soldiers, and is even more full of passion and generosity. How can Mu Qianjun not be moved.

Not to mention Mu Qianjun, even Xiaobi and Xiaolian were teary-eyed and deeply touched when they saw it...

That's why Mu Qianjun said these words, regarding Feng Jueyu as his bosom friend and best friend in his life.

It should be known that among the soldiers, a bowl of wine is a show of heroism, and Mu Qianjun treats Feng Jueyu this way, just as if he is a brother who has passed his fate.

Feng Jueyu is a person who is not easy to be emotional, but after experiencing a time travel, his state of mind has undergone a fundamental change. If he can become brothers with someone like Mu Qianjun, it would be worthwhile to come to this other world.

"Okay, let's get drunk today." Feng Jueyu also came to his senses, drank the wine in his glass and replaced it with a big bowl, and said to Xiaobi: "Girls, take the poem..."

After drinking it in one sip, Feng Jueyu's "poems" became very popular, and the famous lines through the ages were passed down from his hands...

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As night approaches, the bright moon hangs high, and the big moon disk on Xilin Lake is in the center. A long lantern line is stretched on the lake, illuminating the broad Xilin as brightly as day.

On the square along the lake, the dragon and lion dance teams have already set out, beating gongs and drums, making a lot of noise, and going from house to house firecrackers go up to the sky, exploding fire trees and silver flowers in the dark sky...

The entire Tiannan Empire seemed to be celebrating across the country, not much worse than the New Year's Eve, especially on Xilin Lake, where boats and boats of all sizes sailed slowly, and the lake was full of lotus lanterns made by beauties making wishes.

It was late at night, but the hustle and bustle on the lake didn't mean to stop at all. On the contrary, because Feng Jueyu and Mu Qianjun exchanged cups, the poetry meeting was pushed to a climax.

In the afternoon, an altar of spirits was sent to the 138 boat. Feng Jueyu and Mu Qianjun opened their mouths and unleashed their spirits. They had a great time drinking, and the more they drank, the more Feng Jueyu wrote. The first good lines that have been handed down through the ages seem to have become the focus of attention of the gifted scholars and beautiful ladies in this poetry congregation...

The road is long and long, I will search up and down...

The whole world is turbid and I am alone, everyone is drunk and I am alone...

Dirty wine can't sell the tears of worrying about the country, and it's time to use your talents to save the country...

There will be times when the wind and the waves cleave, hang the clouds and sail straight to the sea...

Since ancient times, no one has died in life, keep a loyal heart to reflect the history...

I am not afraid of being crushed to pieces, I want to stay green and white in the world...

No matter which of these poems are witty words, they are undoubtedly the pinnacle of writing. Feng Jueyu can't remember how much he wrote. He only knows that as long as he runs out of wine, he will write another poem and throw it out. Bi and Xiaolian will send countless spirits into the boat warehouse for the two of them to enjoy.

At first, Xiaobi and Xiaolian didn't believe that one person could have such amazing talent, so they secretly turned "A Thousand Poems" from beginning to end, and took out several best-selling poetry collections in Taixuan Continent for comparison. The final result made the two women almost stunned.

Feng Jueyu wrote no less than dozens of poems, but none of them are the same as any poems today.

In this way, didn't he write these poems on this West Lin alone?

God, such a talent, not to mention being the number one scholar, even Zhang Changling, a scholar of the Wenyuan Pavilion, can't match it...

On the surface of the lake, the sound of the chant has not been interrupted, and the good words and sentences from No. 138 are everywhere. In just one afternoon, these poems have gathered into another new book of poetry and spread far and wide.

Qingyuelou, Miss Xiyu, gift a hundred flowers, and invite the unknown son of the 138 boat...

Yanyu Building, Miss Hanyan, gift five altars of fine wine, invite the unknown son of 138 boats...

Fenyu Pavilion, Miss Yunmei, a pair of calligraphy and painting as a gift, please invite the unknown son of the 138 boat...

Baiweilou, give a table of Baiwei...

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What shocked the whole country even more was that there were invitations from the sponsors of brothels and restaurants on Xilin Lake anytime and anywhere, all of which were inviting talents from the 138 ship to dock as guests.

However, the 138 boat is on the lake, which seems to have become a mystery. So far no one has seen its true face, let alone the amazing and brilliant unknown young man.

The small pavilion in the mountain, the cool wind hit, but Wang Chongde and other elders did not notice it at all. Ten people have been staring at the lake since the afternoon, trying to find the whereabouts of the 138 boats, but they have never found it. All the elders are impatient. ...

"Great talent, great talent, how can this kind of talent be unknown, why can't we find it?"

Wang Chongde stood by the pavilion, clenched his fists unnaturally, and said: "Master Zhang already knew about this and ordered me to find him, but the 138 boats have not received purple orchids, and the sail number has also been disembarked. There are so many boats, how can I find them?"

"Through these talented people." An old man said anxiously, "I don't believe they can't be found, and they can hide at the bottom of the lake?"

Wang Chongde shook his head, and said: "I don't want to expose my identity, the boat is traveling so fast, I think the maidservant on the boat has also been bought, and they won't let go at all, and they won't respond to my shouts, even if they mobilize everyone , and may not be able to find it.”

The elders understood in their hearts that although there were many boats on the Wits Club, Xilin Lake was bigger, and all the boats basically looked the same.

Especially at night, when the sight is dim, as long as the sail is not hoisted, it is extremely difficult to find a boat.

Now a few people are starting to regret it, why didn't they send someone to look for it before the sun went down?

"Really can't find it?" Zhu Lao had no choice.

Wang Chongde sighed. Ship 138 has not produced poems for an hour, and it is even more difficult to find them. Now they only need to find a secluded place, and we have nothing to do.

Feng Jueyu's boat should have exceeded the mark of 500 purple orchids a long time ago, but later, Feng Jueyu only collected less than 200 purple orchids in order to avoid people disturbing him and Mu Qianjun's drinking, so Xiaobi and Xiaolian stopped The act of collecting flowers.

But at this moment, the wine jars and urns in the 138 boat cabin were poured together, and Feng Jueyu and Mu Qianjun were still drinking together while blushing, forgetting about what happened to the outside world.

"Brother, come, make another bowl." Mu Qianjun picked up the bowl and drank it down in one gulp.

Feng Jueyu is not to be outdone, although he is not as good as Mu Qianjun when it comes to drinking capacity, but isn't drinking for the mood?I'm in such a good mood today, it's not easy to get drunk.

Furthermore, the wines in the Taixuan Continent have a relatively low alcohol content, and they are simply not the same as the spirits from the previous life.

And since he practiced the magical art of impermanence of life and death, Feng Jueyu's meridians have been greatly improved, and his drinking capacity has also increased a lot.

Although the two of them looked drunk at this time, they were actually still sober.

The more this is the case, the more Feng Jueyu believes that Mu Qianjun's cultivation level is not low.He has life and death qi in his body to help dissipate the smell of alcohol, but Mu Qianjun is full of it.

After drinking the last jar of wine, Feng Jueyu planned to open another jar, but at this moment, Mu Qianjun reached out and held him down.

His intoxicated eyes suddenly lit up, revealing a high fighting spirit, Mu Qianjun said: "Brother, is this the end?"

"Brother Mu, did you drink too much?" Feng Jueyu asked suspiciously.

Mu Qianjun chuckled, and said: "How can you put down me, Mu Qianjun, with dozens of jars of wine? Brother, you underestimate me. It's just that I have something to do today, and the time has come. , brother will leave soon."

"Brother Mu is leaving?" Feng Jueyu sat upright, looking at him solemnly.

Before Mu Qianjun would rather not leave the boat without drinking, Feng Jueyu had sensed something, and now hearing that Mu Qianjun was leaving, Feng Jueyu believed even more that he had something important to do.

"That's right." Mu Qianjun said, "I'll tell you the truth, brother, tonight, brother Wei has an opponent who will come to Tiannan, just behind the two mountains of Lianlang and Wupan, he will have a one-on-one duel with brother Wei. Arrived."

"Duel?" Feng Jueyu's eyes lit up, and when it comes to fighting, it is much more interesting than writing an article or composing a poem. Hearing this, Feng Jueyu couldn't sit still: "Brother Mu, if you believe in me, Can you take me with you, I also want to see how much a person who can be an enemy of a hero like Brother Mu is?"

"Aren't you afraid?" Mu Qianjun raised his eyebrows, his expression full of approval.

"Afraid?" Feng Jueyu drank the last sip of wine, and said, "You have underestimated me as a younger brother. In my dictionary, Feng Jueyu, there has never been a word for "fear."

"How courageous!" Mu Qianjun slapped the table fiercely, and praised: "Okay, then go with Brother Wei. Today you have lost all your limelight, so tonight I will let you see what Brother Wei is capable of."

"Great, Brother Mu, let's go." Feng Jueyu stood up and was about to leave.

Mu Qianjun pulled him back, the drunkenness in his eyes disappeared, and said: "Brother, before leaving, can you write a poem for brother Wei, anything, as a proof that you and I got acquainted this time."

"The last one? Of course no problem..."

Feng Jueyu picked up his pen without saying a word, and ink on the rice paper, but it was Li Bai's knight-errant behavior...

Zhao Keman, Hu Ying, Wu Goosen, Xueming.The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a shooting star.

Killing a person in ten steps, without leaving a thousand miles.Hello.

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"Xia Ke Xing?" Mu Qianjun's eyes suddenly lit up, and his whole body trembled: "Okay, what a chivalrous song, brother, thank you..."

"Walk……"

Before entering the house, the two figures disappeared on the boat, leaving only a poem on the messy wine table...

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