It is not easy to be a monk in the Tang Dynasty

Zhang Yang squinted at the crowd with a very arrogant expression, so I want you to feel brother's talent, but I am afraid that you will not dare to write after hearing it!

"Bring the wine!"

Zhang Yang said to Lurui beside him, the little girl is very worried at this moment, she really doesn't know what kind of poems her always cynical young master will write, now that everyone's eyes are focused on Zhang Yang, she is very worried about Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang gave her a reassuring look. It seems that the brainwashing of this little girl was not thorough enough, and she still doubted what she said. It was such a failure. Shouldn't she blindly believe what she said, and always think that this young man is The best, the best, is omnipotent?

Although very skeptical, Lurui still walked to the side table and picked up the flagon. At this time, no matter what Zhang Yang wanted to do, she couldn't hold back.

Zhang Yang reached out to take it, bowed the jug to the bright moon in the sky, raised his head to drink, yelled, smashed the jug to the ground, walked to the side table where there were pens, ink, paper and inkstone for everyone to write on, picked it up The brush, the brush can be done overnight.

Throwing the pen away, Zhang Yang raised his head to look at the crowd, and led Lu Rui through the crowd to the lake.

Just now, in order to show my heroism, I drank a large pot of wine. Although the alcohol content at this time is not high, it is equivalent to the beer of later generations, but Zhang Yang's drinking capacity of a thousand cups without getting drunk has not been brought along with time travel. Come here, this has to be said to be a pity, Zhang Yang is ashamed of the alcohol capacity of this body now, even a girl can drink him!

"Hehe, maybe you can't write shame and left!"

"Such a big talker at such a young age, now I'm showing cowardice!"

Hearing the comments from the people around him, Du Pengfei was very happy, and hurriedly concealed his overjoyed opening of his mouth to show his front teeth, and walked to the front of the elders, "I will read this masterpiece for everyone, so that everyone can appreciate it!"

"Haha, Brother Du, hurry up and recite it, we can't wait!"

Everyone burst into laughter, watching other people's jokes is often the happiest, now that they have the opportunity to participate, how could they not be dedicated, as if seeing other people's jokes would be of great help to themselves.

Du Pengfei picked up Zhang Yang's poem with both hands, smiling, but when he touched the words on the pad, his pupils shrank suddenly. By chance, Zhang Yang found that if he wrote with his mind while writing, the effect would be unbelievable to himself.

Huo Ruyi shot nine sunsets, and he was like a dragon soaring like a group of emperors.Come like a thunderbolt, stop the wrath, stop like Jiang Hai condenses the light.

In Du Pengfei's eyes, Zhang Yang's words were like dancing with swords, tearing his pride and pride to pieces.Like a duck whose neck has been trampled, unable to make a sound.

Looking at the poem written by Zhang Yang, Du Pengfei had a look of dismay on his face, he smiled wryly, and turned away with a sigh.

Everyone was still waiting for him to recite the poem to have a good time of entertainment. Who knew that he would have such an expression after reading the poem. He turned and left without saying anything. Everyone was even more curious about what kind of killer Zhang Yang wrote. Being able to kill the always proud Mr. Du Pengfei and retreat without a word!

"When will the blue sky and the moon come? I will stop drinking today and ask:

People can't get to the bright moon, but the moon travels with people?

As bright as a flying mirror facing Dan Que, the green smoke is exhausted and the clear hair shines?

But seeing the night come from the sea, Ning knows if Xiang Yunjian is there?

The white rabbit smashes medicine for autumn and spring, who is Chang'e lonely next to?

Today people do not see the ancient times and the moon, this month once looked like the ancients.

The ancients and the modern people see the bright moon as the same.

I only wish that when the song meets the wine, the moonlight will always shine in the golden cup. "

Finally, someone couldn't help picking up Zhang Yang's poem and started reading it, but after reading it, he was dumbfounded, this, this, was it really written by that person just now?

He raised his head and wanted to ask everyone for confirmation, but their performance was not as good as his own, and they were all immersed in this poem and still not sober.

I don't know how long it took, everyone came to their senses, their eyes were full of shame, they really shamed their adults, how can they not write poems?If this is the category of not being able to write poetry, then what is it?

For a while, there was silence around here, and no one spoke!

"Haha, I knew brother you are a great talent!"

Li Yi appeared out of nowhere, and the two separated after arriving at Furong Garden. Now, as soon as he appeared, he slapped Zhang Yang on the shoulder with such force that even with Zhang Yang's endurance, he couldn't help frowning. This was intentional. right!

"Hey, now your poems are being recited all over the garden. Hey, since I heard what you wrote, how many talented people have sighed there, regretting that they didn't do it earlier. Now that they have heard what you wrote, they don't realize it and come out ashamed Already!"

Ah!

Zhang Yang opened his mouth wide, he really didn't expect this kind of thing to happen again, just now he just didn't resent Hua Rooster's aggressiveness, so he borrowed Li Bai Daxian's poems to use his arrogance to kill him, who would have thought that there would be such a chain reaction.

This made him so conscious, Young Master Zhang twitched, he didn't intend to steal the name of Immortal Li Bai, is it really appropriate to do so?Zhang Dashao rolled his eyes, in order to improve the level of poetry in the early Tang Dynasty as soon as possible and speed up the progress of culture, even if he was smashed to pieces, what's more, he just learned from it in advance, anyway, Daxian doesn't care about these drizzles.

After figuring this out, Zhang Yang's head suddenly lifted up. My brother is a porter of literature, and he is doing his best to improve the level of poetry. Thinking about it this way, he is really great!

"Grandpa, a strange thing happened today."

The woman in palace attire walked quickly into the room in the painting boat, and said to an old man with gray hair and beard, with a little excitement on her face, as if something interesting happened, this woman was Kong Qingyun.

The old man looked up, a little helpless, he was an old girl, and he was still so uncertain like a child, if it wasn't for her, his old arms and legs really didn't want to move.

"grandfather!"

Seeing that the old man was indifferent, Kong Qingyun immediately pouted her mouth, her voice was so sweet that Kong Yingda didn't bite her tongue, and this girl's lethality became more and more powerful.

"What makes you so excited that you don't even talk about the rules?"

Kong Yingda's face darkened, he was just such a granddaughter, who was very spoiled when she was young, and when she grew up, the harm was obvious, and she didn't follow the rules at all, which made Master Kong very headache. No, what can I do next?

"Grandpa, this is a poem from tonight's poetry club!"

Kong Qingyun put a few thin sheets of paper in front of Kong Yingda, and looked at him with a smile.

"Well, this should be the masterpiece of this poetry meeting!"

Kong Yingda reached out to caress her lace beard, and picked up the first piece of paper to appreciate it carefully.

"This, what is written here!"

Old man Kong was sitting with the old god at first, but he succeeded when he saw the first chapter.

"The bright moon is in the sky, sinking in the middle of the water. The water ripples when the stone is thrown, and the moon's shadow shatters into the sky."

Old man Kong’s eyes were red with anger. What kind of logic is this?

"The fairy descended to the mortal world in the middle of the moon, and stole a boy's heart. Under the peony flower, she dreamed of death, and she was a ghost without regrets."

Master Kong's body trembled, and he even wrote obscene poems, this, this is simply insulting the gentlemen, insulting the gentlemen!Now, he wants to find a basin as soon as possible, he really wants to vomit three liters of blood!