I, son of the northern border, land god

"It must be a sunny day, look at the red make-up wrapped in plain clothes, it's extraordinarily coquettish."

This should be regarded as a half-word, but the last two sentences suddenly turned around, and the turbulent mood immediately calmed down.

—Between stillness and movement, people are all impressed by the beauty of this poem.

Even Chen Qingyao was sitting there with shock on his face, repeating these half-words non-stop.

"The second half of the que, what about the second half of the que?"

She couldn't help but yelled.

The Onmyoji Academy is located in the south of the Yangtze River, the land is fertile and fertile, and most of the poems it makes are gentle.

Although the words and sentences are beautiful and the rhetoric is gorgeous, most of them are empty and moan without illness.

The half-quee written by the third brother is indeed dozens of times better!

Even some students didn't care about other things at this time, they pricked up their ears and listened carefully.

Chen Beixuan laughed, raised the jug, and the sake flowed into his mouth, before speaking.

"Occasionally, it is rare to get it with a good hand."

But he was laughing crazily in his heart:

Recite poems, only me, Chen Beixuan!

Of course, there is a second half of this poem, but in the second half, Emperor Qin, Han Wu, and Genghis Khan, these people know nothing, and they can't explain it clearly.Therefore, he only modified the first half of the que.

"Indeed, Banque is already very rare." Chen Qingyao murmured.

She knew that just for this half, her younger brother's talent would be famous far and wide.

No wonder I have the confidence to come to the winter feast.

It turns out that my third younger brother has never shown his talent.

At this moment, she was really relieved.

After Lin Feng heard the poem, he was stunned for a moment, but then his heart became more resentful.

What he wanted was Chen Beixuan's food!

"I see, this poem was not composed by His Highness, right?"

"Oh? "

Chen Beixuan's face was flushed, his body was already shaking, and he looked at Lin Feng.

"As far as I know, His Royal Highness usually only asks questions, how do you write such majestic words?

I think there must be an expert behind the scenes. "

This sentence is very vicious, meaning that this poem was not written by Chen Beixuan.

Although the fact is the same, but in this other world, if it is said that he did it, isn't it he who did it?Chen Qingyao stood up immediately.

"Lin Feng, what do you mean? My brother has been with me since he came to the academy, and he has never seen anyone alone. Don't you believe it?"

"Bu Lin Feng smiled.

"I think that since His Royal Highness knew that he was coming to the Yin-Yang Academy, he might have already prepared for it."

"Oh, I see."

0.. Ask for flowers......

"I said, how can a barbarian compose poetry?"

"How could such a word come from the mouth of a barbarian?"

Chen Qingyao's face was full of anger, but Chen Beixuan laughed out loud at this moment.

"You, a bunch of rotten Confucians, are you writing poetry?

Bring some more wine, today I will show you what poetry is! "

Another jug ​​of wine was put into Chen Beixuan's hands, and he took three gulps of it before uttering words.

"Hey, hoo hoo, hoo hoo! The road to Shu is so difficult, it's hard to go up to the blue sky! Silkworms and yufu, how at a loss was the founding of the country!

You are [-] years old, and you will not live with Qin Saitong.Xidang Taibai has a bird path, which can cross the Emei Peak.Dibengshan destroyed the strong men to death, and then the ladders and stone stacks were connected with each other.On the top is the high mark of the six dragons returning to the sun, and on the bottom there is the rushing and turning back to Sichuan.the yellow crane can't fly too fast, and the ape wants to overcome his sorrow and climb for help.

What a pan of green mud, a hundred steps and ten folds of lingering rocks.I went to the Lijing well and raised my breath, touched my chest with my hands and sat down with a long sigh.

When will I return Journey to the West?If you are afraid of the road, you will not be able to climb the rock.But I saw the ancient wood of the Mourning Bird, male and female flying around the forest.I also heard that Zigui cried at night, worrying about the empty mountains.

The difficulty of the road to Shu is more difficult than going to the blue sky, which makes people listen to this withered beauty!Even the peaks go to the sky without a foot, and the withered pine hangs upside down and leans against the cliff.

The turbulent waterfalls compete for noise, and the cliffs turn into rocks and thunder.The same is true of the danger. People who are far away from you are doing nothing!

Jiange is in the right position and Cui Wei is in charge, and ten thousand men are in charge of the gate.The guardian or bandit relatives turned into wolves and jackals.

Avoid tigers in the face, and long snakes in the evening; Grind your teeth and suck blood, and kill people like hemp.Although Jincheng is happy, it is better to return home early.

The difficulty of the road to Shu is that it is difficult to go up to the blue sky, and look sideways to the west for a long time! "

This poem of Taibai's difficult road to Shu fits perfectly with the precipitous terrain of the northern border. When I read it, I feel majestic, unrestrained and unrestrained, and the atmosphere is incomparably magnificent.After reciting the whole thing, the entire student pavilion fell into silence again.

This poem...was also copied?

At this time, more students gathered outside the student pavilion, even though it was still snowing outside, they still stood there.

Aftertaste of the romance in Chen Beixuan's poems.

Chen Beixuan took another three sips of wine, and then released a song about drinking.

Don’t you see, the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky and rushes to the sea without returning.

See you, Gaotangmingjing has white hair in sorrow, and the morning is like blue silk and snow in the evening.

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 cows is fun, and you will have to drink three hundred cups.

Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, will be drinking, not stop drinking.

A song with Junge, please listen to me.

Bells, drums, and jade are not expensive, but I hope I won’t wake up after being drunk.

In ancient times, the saints and sages were lonely, and only the drinkers kept 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.

The five-flowered horse, the golden hair, and Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell the eternal sorrow with you.

All the students just felt a sense of indulgence and wildness rushing towards their faces, and they couldn't help but froze there.corpse.

Chapter 96: The dead body was born and the name was cut off, it happened for nothing

Lin Feng's face was full of resentment, and he kept mumbling.

"Copied, all copied!"

Chen Beixuan took another three sips of wine, and seemed to be unable to stand up, and started to wobble.

"When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky for wine. I don't know the palace in the sky. What year is it?..."

"Flying down three thousand feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way falls nine days..."

"Wine and song, life geometry……"

—The first poems spit out from Chen Beixuan's mouth.

Everyone was dumbfounded, and soon indulged in the artistic conception of the poem.

At this moment, their purpose of coming to Xueziting has all changed.

More and more people gathered outside the student pavilion, standing in the snow, their moods were agitated.

Who said Chen Beixuan can't compose poetry?

Who said these poems were copied?

Take any one out, it is a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation.

Even the Northern King's Mansion has Wen "Five Five Seven" people, but can they make it?

This kind of poetry should only exist in the sky!

They looked at Chen Beixuan who had three sips of wine and one poem, their eyes were full of admiration, they wished they could kneel down and express their will!

Some people had already taken out pens and paper, and recorded all the poems Chen Beixuan read, and regarded them as treasures.

Even Lin Feng, the wine glass in his hand fell to the ground with a bang at this moment, his expression was dull.

Chen Beixuan stopped after drinking a full [-] catties of sake and turning the ten wine jars under his feet.

"Wait, I call you rotten Confucians and sour Confucians, can you be convinced today?"

All the students suddenly stood up at this time, no matter how proud they were, no matter how much they looked down on the barbarians in the north, they were also convinced by Chen Beixuan today.

All poems have different artistic conceptions, so it is obviously impossible for them to be created at this moment, after all, poetry also pays attention to artistic conception.

But this kind of blurted out poetry shows that Chen Beixuan really wrote it himself.

This talent alone is worthy of their worship!

"The son of the northern border, the talent is ten times better than mine!"

"Hahaha,"

Chen Beixuan laughed wantonly, drunk, he thought of his father Chen Kui again, and couldn't help lowering his head.

"Finally, I'll give you one more song!"

"Lighting the lamp and looking at the sword while drunk, dreaming back to the company of blowing horns. Eight hundred miles are divided into subordinates, fifty strings are turned outside the fortress, and soldiers are ordered in autumn on the battlefield!"

"Horse Zuo Lu Feikuai, his bow is like a thunderbolt. It's a pity to end the affairs of the king and win the fame in life and death!" After reading the last verse, Chen Beixuan's body shook, and Qin Ziyan hurried forward to help stopped him.