Live black all over the Internet: After death, you make me a legend

Chapter 207

Zuo Gongming is really happy at the moment, even through the screen, everyone can feel his excitement.

At this moment, Liu Nan and Lin Hai were also attracted by Zuo Gongming's laughter.

"Hey, uncle, don't bother others to eat, can you?

What else did Eileen say it was? ? "

Zuo Gongming's laughter upset some people who were eating in Tengwang Pavilion, and a young man spoke directly.

Zuo Gongming heard this person's dissatisfaction, but he didn't have the slightest intention to restrain himself.

"You know what a fart, baby, I just saw a unique and hard-to-find piece of work, so I'm so happy, okay?
You young people now only know Western literature. "

Good guy, he fired the map gun directly, and the crowd laughed.

All of a sudden, many people who ate at Tengwang Pavilion were upset.

Hey you bad old man, you're never done, are you?

"I said, this sloppy uncle, what does it mean that we young people only understand Western literature. Besides, what Ailian said about your broken song, I don't believe it is better than going into wine."

Zuo Gongming was taken aback for a moment, then he glanced at the speaker in surprise.

"Will have wine? What is it?"

"I rely on uncle, are you out of date? You don't even know about drinking?

It is called the best poem in the world, you don't even know this? "

Zuo Gongming blew his beard and stared in an instant: "Hey, who the hell gave you the courage, the number one poem in the world?
So famous!Taoist Priest, I have been practicing on the mountain for the past few years, and I really don’t know when there was a song about drinking wine.

That brat, come and tell me about the wine you said, and let me appreciate the best poem in the world?
If I don't admit it, it's not number one in the world, as I said by a Taoist priest. "

Good guy, isn't this person too arrogant?Who the hell are you? If you don't admit it, it's okay?

At this moment, not to mention the people who ate at Tengwang Pavilion nine years ago, even the two billion viewers who watched the live broadcast today, people who don't know Zuo Gongming are all angry.

"Damn it, who the hell is so arrogant?"

"That's right, what's going on at the pen station? How did you edit this person into it? Are you kidding me?"

"Tch, who are you, the best poem in the world is going to drink."

"As long as the Qingyu case is the best word in the world, I don't care who is the number one poem in the world."

"Get lost in front of me, Shui Tiao Ge Tou is the best word in the world."

"That's enough, that's enough for Qing Chui and Shui Chui, let's continue watching the live broadcast!"

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At this moment, Zuo Gongming was also facing attacks from many people in the live broadcast room.

"Who are you, why should you approve?

Just kidding, the number one poet in the world will have wine, which is approved by Mr. Ye Lao, the leader of the literary world.You dirty priest.

Do you think you are stronger than Mr. Ye? "

Hearing Ye Weidao's name, Zuo Gongming in the video was in a daze, and he could see the shame and nostalgia on his face.

This look is surprising.At this moment, Ye Weidao and his wife also saw Zuo Gongming who looked like this.

At this moment, the old man's heart was extremely painful.

"Gongming, what happened to you back then? Why did you leave?
If you encounter any grievances, can you tell me no? "

Seeing Zuo Gongming's appearance, Ye Weidao's lips trembled, and his wife was also wiping tears at the moment.

And Wang Fuxin, Ye Weidao's closed disciple, was also looking at the live broadcast room in surprise at the moment.

"Good guy, is this the elder brother?"

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"What's the matter, sloppy Taoist priest, are you speechless?"

Zuo Gongming was awakened by the voice, and then snorted coldly.

"Go, go, you young child, what do you know?
On the other hand, I don't agree with what is number one in the world.

Also, I know all the ancient and modern poems, and this poem "What Will Drink" must have been written by people today.

In today's Han literary circles, Taoist priests are called the second, and no one dares to say that they are the first. "

Good guy, you are so arrogant, you are so arrogant, you don't even know what to say.

Even Lin Hai couldn't help snorting coldly at this moment.

"A'nan, I'm afraid this person will lose his mind and go crazy!"

Facing Lin Hai's anger, Liu Nan didn't feel anything, instead he looked at the Taoist priest very curiously.

"Brother Hai, sometimes you can't judge people from the outside.

Although I don't know this person, I think this person is not simple.

Look at his demeanor, he is very arrogant, but he has incomparable self-confidence.

At the same time, the calluses on the fingers of his right hand can be seen from practicing writing.Such a person must have some ability. "

Facing Liu Nan's analysis, Lin Hai was a little hesitant.And the audience in the live broadcast room didn't care at all, it was just a sloppy Taoist priest.

Only people in the literary world can understand that Liu Nan's analysis is correct.

Before Liu Nan appeared, or more than ten years ago, in the cultural circle, Zuo Gongming was a romantic person.

The name of the Layman Four Monsters is well-known in the cultural world.

"Zuo Gongming, what an amazing person.

If there is no Liu Nan, I think even if he disappeared 11 years ago, he will leave a strong pen and ink in the history of Han culture.

It's a pity that with Liu Nan, I met Liu Nan's era.

This era was destined to be the era when Liu Nanyi was at his peak.

Apart from Liu Nan, no literati can shine.Even if this person is Zuo Gongming, a layman of the Four Monsters. "

This is Gu Qing's idea, and it is also the idea of ​​basically all literati.

Today's big man can only allow Liu Nan to shine brightly by himself.Other than that, no one can.

This was the era when Liu Nan was the only one, and this was the era when Liu Nan became a saint.

But at this moment, in the Tengwang Pavilion nine years ago, a young man was angered by this sloppy Taoist priest.

Just kidding, how can young people not be passionate?So, he slapped the table and stood up straight away.

"I want to teach you, a sloppy Taoist priest, what is the best poem in the world.

Let me tell you, after I recite this poem, if you agree that this poem is the best in the world, I want you, a crazy Taoist, to say three times that you are rubbish. Do you dare? "

Hearing this, Zuo Gongming sat down and even picked his nostrils.

"Okay, I'll give you a chance, and I'll bet with you. Young man, if you don't agree, you can buy the bill for me."

Good guy, what the hell are you talking about, are you shameless?

What if you refuse to admit it when the time comes?The young man was also so angry that he agreed directly.

"I'll bet with you, a mad Taoist, don't deny it when the time comes."

Zuo Gongming's legs were crossed, his hair had grown to his shoulders, and it was scattered casually.

"Don't worry, I'm never a bad guy. If this poem was written by someone today, I don't believe how good it would be.

Alright, you can start, I want to see, I have been a Taoist priest for a few years, what kind of cultural person does my big man have? "

Seeing this arrogant and sloppy Taoist priest, the young man was really furious.

"Okay, okay, I hope you can still be so arrogant later.

You haven't heard of Jiang Jinjiu before, and you still brag about how amazing you are?

Crazy Taoist, open your ears and listen to me.

Next, let me let you know what the best poem in the world is.

I don’t see you, the water of the great river comes up in the sky, and it will never return to the sea. "

When the first sentence came out, Zuo Gongming, who was still casual and didn't care at all, sat up straight all of a sudden, and looked at the young man reciting the poem solemnly.

Whether there is something, an expert will know if there is something as soon as he makes a move.This first sentence shocked Zuo Gongming's heart.

He felt that this number one poem in the world might be true.

Of course, he didn't give a damn about the bet.

If he cared, he wouldn't be called a once-in-a-century genius in the Han literary world.

"Don't you see Gaotang Mingjing's sad white hair, the morning is like blue silk and the evening is snow.

Life is full of joy, so that the gold is empty for the moon.

I am born to be useful, and come back when my wealth is gone.

Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle is a pleasure, and you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time. "

When the poem "Jiangjinjiu" came to this place, Zuo Gongming was shocked all of a sudden.

At this time, he even stood up directly.At this moment, there was no longer any doubt in his heart. This poem must be the best poem in the world. There is no doubt or problem.

This is the number one in the world. There is no poem by the great man throughout the ages that can compare with this poem.

This poem is like a poetry fairy swaying his endless talent.

This poem is like a poem fairy telling everyone, is I awesome?
This poem is like a god aloft, overlooking all ordinary people.

Throughout the ages, the poems written by the literati of the Han Dynasty, in front of this poem about drinking, Zuo Gongming thinks they are all rubbish
.At this moment, Zuo Gongming seemed to think of the work he wrote. In front of this fairy work, it seemed to have become rubbish.

And the young man who recited the poem seemed to have started to get excited, he even stood up and walked around.

That passionate voice resounded throughout the entire Tengwang Pavilion.

"...The ancient sages are lonely, but the drinkers leave their names.

In the old days, Wang Chen feasted and fought for peace and joy.

What is the master's word for less money, you have to sell to the king.

Wuhuama, Qianjinqiu, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell the eternal sorrow with you.

Let me sell the eternal sorrow with you! ! ! "

When the last sentence was recited, the entire Tengwang Pavilion seemed to have pressed the pause button.

At this moment, countless people were immersed in the grandeur of this poem, immersed in this peerless talent.

Even the audience in the live broadcast room couldn't help admiring at this moment.

"To be honest, sir, I really love this poem about drinking. There is no other poem that can compare to this poem."

"Yeah, even though I've listened to it for ten years, I'm still shocked when others read it.

Maybe, this is the great charm of the classic masterpiece, the peerless famous poem, the first poem in the ages, right?In front of this poem, no poet has the courage to write a poem. "

"I don't know, what's the situation with this mad Taoist now? If he doesn't speak, is he planning to play tricks?"

"You're the one who cheats, your whole family cheats and he won't cheat.

What the hell do you know who he is?Just talking nonsense here. "

"I'm going, I still know someone?"

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Tengwang Pavilion was quiet, Zuo Gongming was sitting on the chair with sweat profusely, muttering to himself the song about drinking wine.

For the past two years, he has been cultivating Taoism on the mountain, and he doesn't know anything about the things down the mountain.

He came down the mountain today because he was going to buy some things.

After finishing it, come to Tengwang Pavilion to have a meal. The whitebait here is good. If you are hungry, come and try it.

After he came over, he came across a picture by chance. On the picture was a poem of Ailian engraved on the stone tablet.

This made him excited. He didn't expect someone to write such a prose, a gentleman's prose, the best prose in the world.

So when excited, he became insolent.What he didn't expect was that because of this approach, he heard a song about drinking.

At this moment, Zuo Gongming was dumbfounded.He was a genius in his own right, an absolute geek.

He is definitely a master at poetry.

But... what did he hear today?
In front of this song about entering the wine, he felt like he was nothing.

Even, at this moment, a picture has been formed in his mind.

He saw in one place, a young man, after drinking, he wrote this poem "Jiangjinjiu" frantically facing the long river.

This belongs to the kind of tacit understanding between literati. He strongly feels that the person who wrote this poem is a young man.

Although he didn't know the face, he had already figured it out.

"Hey, I'm talking about a crazy Taoist, are you convinced now? Are you planning to play tricks?"

Zuo Gongming took a deep breath, then drank the wine in his glass, and walked towards the young man step by step.

Zuo Gongming is about 1.8 meters tall, coupled with his thick face, it gives people a special sense of oppression, which makes this young man frightened at once.

"Hey, what are you doing? Let me tell you, I have practiced before, so you don't intend to play tricks, do you?"

Zuo Gongming didn't care about the nervousness of this young man at all, he took a deep breath after walking directly opposite this person.

"I'm trash, I'm trash, I'm trash."

Good guy, the sound is deafening, it's like a lion's roar, it's so loud that people's ears are numb.

The diners in Tengwang Pavilion all looked at Zuo Gongming in horror at this moment.

"Damn it, did this person grow up eating a tweeter? Or is he reincarnated from a trumpet spirit?"

"What a voice. If you have a voice like this, you will definitely have a future as a teacher."

"Damn startled me."

Liu Nan also dug his ears: "Good guy, this voice is absolutely invincible when buying train tickets."

Liu Nan made a rare complaint, which made the audience in the live broadcast room couldn't help laughing.

Those who knew Zuo Gongming in the literary world couldn't help but smile bitterly.

This is Zuo Gongming, he is such a person.

Otherwise, why is it called a geek?
He doesn't care about his appearance, he doesn't care about his reputation, he likes to drink, and he has a first-rate literary talent. Such a person is really chic.

"I'm willing to gamble and admit defeat. I yelled garbage three times. I want to ask you something."

The young man hadn't recovered yet, and was a little dizzy from the shock of the loudspeaker just now.

"Crazy...cough, Daoist, what do you want to ask?"

"Who is the author of this poem? Please tell me, I want to get to know this person. If I had known that there is such a great talent in this world, what the hell would I want to be a Taoist?"

"Uh... what, I'm sorry, Daoist, although I know this poem, I really don't know who wrote it.

I only know that this is one of the three poems of the Yellow Crane Tower.

The specific author, except for the owner of the Yellow Crane Tower, I don't think anyone knows. "

Zuo Gongming frowned, which surprised him a little.

(End of this chapter)