The beginning of the king guards the Great Wall

Chapter 65

Jiang Ming looked at Li Bai coldly, without saying a word.

This grandson is too good at pretending.

When you say that you can turn the tide by yourself, do you mean being knocked out by the tyrant?

Or was he slapped away by Baili Xuance?

But in all fairness, Li Bai still has some effect.

For example, his Sunshine Stone helped Jiang Ming make one hundred and eight Jiang Ming No. [-].

For the sake of Ri Yaoshi, Jiang Ming decided to put up with him.

"By the way, let me introduce you, this is the deputy general of the Great Wall Guards, Jiang Ming."

Li Bai pretended to be aggressive, and then introduced Jiang Ming who was sitting opposite to the girls.

All the girls looked at Jiang Ming, their eyes lit up in unison.

Heart said: What a handsome man.

In their line of work, all kinds of men have seen a lot.

But someone as elegant and calm as Jiang Ming is still rare.

After all, the men who come here are very impatient, and they can't wait to take off their pants as soon as they meet.

Even a few beautiful women sat down beside him.

Smiling, secretly sending glances.

The gesture can make Jiang understand whoring.

Li Huakui, as Li Bai's old friend, just sighed a little for Jiang Ming's extraordinary temperament, and then ignored him.

The people from the Great Wall are nothing but rude warriors, they can't compare to my family, Li Lang, who is both civil and military.

What's more, this person is not even proficient in martial arts, otherwise Li Lang wouldn't need to help them save the Great Wall.

Hua Kui thought this in his heart, and blurted out: "What kind of deputy general, he is far worse than Li Lang."

Li Bai shook his head and said, "Don't underestimate this General Jiang Ming, he can also compose poetry."

He was talking about being able to write poetry, not about being superior to me.

Everyone naturally thought that Li Bai was flattering him, and this lieutenant general from the Great Wall was probably better than ordinary martial arts idiots.

Still can't get on the stage.

Seeing everyone's expressions, Li Bai smiled complacently.

This is what he wants.

A few days ago, he was tricked by Jiang Ming and cheated out of ten taels of gold. This is his revenge.

Of course Li Bai knew that Jiang Ming's poetry was superior to his.

But to say that Jiang Ming's eloquence is perfect, he can write a quatrain to prove himself at this moment.

Li Bai definitely didn't believe it.

As the saying goes, articles are made by nature, and you can get them by chance.

Even if it is Jiang Ming's talent, he must pay attention to the right time, place and people to write famous sentences.

Li Bai said provocatively: "Brother Jiang Ming, why don't you compose a poem to give us eyes?"

"That's right, General Jiang Ming is so talented, writing a poem on the spot shouldn't bother you, right?" The lady oiran turned to Li Bai, and followed suit.

"Come on, come on!"

The people around started to make noises, some simply wanted to see Jiang Ming's poetic talent, while others just wanted to see him make a fool of himself.

Well you Li Bai, play dirty with me. . .

Jiang Ming smiled calmly.

Li Bai must regard him as a close friend, which can be seen from the [-] favorability degree.

But the friendship is deep and deep, and they will not be soft when they get tricked.

At this time, if Jiang Ming used the poems he wrote before to deal with it, it would really lose face as a scholar.

And if you shrink back directly, you will be ashamed to call yourself a man.

If you change to other scholars, you will be in a dilemma, and it is inevitable to lose face.

However, he is Jiang Ming, nicknamed "Little Chinese Poetry Library".

You think my poems are painstakingly written, but they are just copy and paste.

Peerless good sentences are at your fingertips.

Looking at the aggressive gazes around him, Jiang Ming sneered in his heart: This is what you asked for.

In Jiang Ming's view, Li Bai's provocation was tantamount to putting his face on him and asking for a fight.

"Since everyone is so enthusiastic, I will make a fool of myself."

Jiang Ming smiled faintly, his face brimming with confidence.

Followed by everyone's surprised eyes.

Jiang Ming fluttered up and landed steadily on the eaves.

The white clothes move automatically without wind, like a banished fairy descending to earth.

He looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, his profile was flawless.

The sword eyebrows are sometimes furrowed and sometimes stretched, as if in deep thought.

The women below looked up at Jiang Ming and were all stunned.

I can't wait to pick up this beautiful man and run into the boudoir.

Li Bai suddenly had an ominous premonition.

Seeing Jiang Ming's fearless appearance, is it really possible to compose poems impromptu?

If he really writes a quatrain at will, I will lose my face a lot.

Jiang Ming closed his eyes and meditated for a moment, then suddenly opened his eyes.

Her eyes were like stars, shining brightly.

I saw him jumping up, like an eagle soaring into the sky, heading straight for the towering Suzaku Gate.

In the middle of the air, he shouted loudly: "Bring the pen!"

On the third floor of the Drunken Immortal Tower, the magic knife Qianren seemed to feel something.

The blade trembled continuously, and the buzzing sound immediately aroused everyone's amazement.

Followed closely, under the watchful eyes of everyone.

The magic knife flew out of the pavilion spontaneously, and returned to Jiang Ming's hand as a meteor.

"It's a fairy! It must be a fairy!"

The ordinary people present had never seen such a high-handed method of imperialism. For a moment, they thought that the gods came down to earth, and they were so excited that they almost knelt down to Jiang Ming.

Even Li Bai's old friend, the oiran Li Shishi covered his mouth with one hand, his beautiful eyes were full of shock.

Holding the magic knife, Jiang Ming just reached the top of the Suzaku Gate.

With a light wave of his left sleeve, the saber intent turned into a breeze.

The few words Li Bai left on Suzaku's gate were abruptly erased by the saber intent.

Seeing this, Li Bai smiled wryly: "Revenge, definitely revenge."

The Suzaku Gate is so huge that even Jiang Ming can write an impromptu article.

But he just wanted to erase Li Bai's handwriting and write his own poems on it.

Isn't this an act of blatant revenge?

Li Bai suddenly had the feeling of shooting himself in the foot with a rock.

These words were carved with his sword intent, and only a stronger intent than his can erase them, otherwise even a hundred years of wind, frost, rain and snow would not be able to wash them away.

Empress Wu Zetian ordered her subordinates not to erase the lettering, in fact, she wanted to give Li Bai a chance to be famous forever.

This is why Li Bai has always boasted that he is the number one poet in the Tang Dynasty.

As a result, Jiang Ming has single-handedly smoothed out his confidence now.

Not only that, but he couldn't get angry because he was the one who made trouble first.

"He actually erased Li Bai Shixian's handwriting..."

A dull crowd gathered in front of Suzaku's gate.

"This man is so courageous, he doesn't even pay attention to the Queen's order?"

"The poet who blasphemed me in the Tang Dynasty will be punished for the crime!"

There are Li Bai's brainless fans who already want to hit people.

Some people dissuaded rationally: "Don't worry, maybe he can really write better poems."

"Hmph! If he can write better poems than Shixian, I'll take his head off and kick him like a ball!"

"That's right, how could he surpass Li Bai's Poetry Immortal in terms of poetic accomplishments as a border martial artist?"

"I want to report to the officials, and ask Mr. Di Renjie to deal with this daring madman!"

The noise was bustling and bustling, but Jiang Ming seemed to have never heard it.

Holding a knife with one hand, using a knife as a pen.

The sword intent danced like a dragon and a phoenix, bowing left and right, leaving two lines of writing on the bronze gate of Suzaku.

The moment Jiang Ming landed on the ground, the poems were perfectly completed.

Everyone stared with bated breath, after seeing clearly Jiang Ming's poems.

The noisy street was suddenly dead silent.

(End of this chapter)