I, Goldfinger

“There are a total of 5 questions in this level, and the top three are determined by each question, with the first place rewarding three glasses of wine, the second place awarding two glasses of wine, and the third place awarding one glass of wine! If this poem can please the old man of Dionysus, and can reward another 1 cup, please take it seriously! Wang Treasurer said seriously: “However, the answer time for each question is within half a blaze of incense, which is more than invalid!” ”

The Tianjiao disciples present felt nervous.

The time of half a blaze of incense is too short.

Even if it is a champion, half-incense time may not make a poem.

Wang Treasurer pondered for a while and said, “Since we are all here for wine, then we will compose a poem on the topic of wine!” After that, the champion will name the next question! ”

“Wine?” The crowd fell into deep thought.

The topic of wine seems simple, but it is actually difficult.

Because almost all poems about wine have been written throughout the ages, it is very difficult to innovate.

On the tall floor of the Drunken Immortal Tower, two peerless masters drank against each other.

Li Qingshan asked in surprise, “How did you come up with the idea of composing poetry?” Isn’t this embarrassing for this group of little guys? ”

“It’s not difficult, because throughout ancient and modern times, wine and poetry are inseparable, and drinking without poetry will always have less taste!” So I want to see whose poems can be used as condiments to accompany me to drink! Dionysus laughed.

Everyone present frowned, but one person looked like a bamboo in his chest.

She is the female emperor Wuzhao.

Lin Beifan came out and asked with a smile: “Host, you look confident?” ”

“That’s of course, I have been reading the Four Books and Five Classics hard since I was a child, Chinese New Year’s Eve literary and martial arts, poetry and song are all refined, if I participate in the imperial examination, I must be a top talent!” How can a poem be rare for me? I dare not say that I will win the first place, but I dare say that the top three must have me! Wu Zhao’s heart was full of pride.

Beautiful student, just so confident!

“Host, don’t be blindly confident, be careful of capsizing!” Lin Beifan said with a smile.

“No way!” Wu Zhao said flatly.

If she loses to this group of martial artists, she can hang herself.

In addition to Wu Zhao, there is another person who is also very confident, he is the young emperor Vine who has repeatedly lost battles.

I saw him sitting in his place highly, holding a jug of wine in his hand and drinking himself, shaking his head from time to time, looking calm and calm.

This temperament and demeanor are all admirable.

So someone asked: “Northern Emperor, can you chant poetry and write lyrics?” ”

Northern Emperor Vine smiled indifferently: “I won’t!” ”

Everyone: “…”

It won’t be so calm!

This forced people off guard!

“Although I can’t, but poetry, how can it be rare for me? I am the young emperor, ** through the present, knowledgeable, give me some time, I will be able to master it easily, hand to hand! “The Northern Emperor Vine is very conceited.

Everyone: “…”

So strong self-confidence, who gave it?

Then, Wang Teng looked at the three peerless Tianjiao at the table: “Although you defeated me by shameless means, in terms of poetry, I am definitely the best in this regard!” I will win this battle! ”

Tangshan, Wu Zhao, Chu Yang: “…”

“And you, Xiao Han and Lin Beifan! Although I have lost to you before, it was all in the past, and I Wang Teng will not calculate with you!” But today in poetry, you are absolutely defeated! Because I’m in your way! Wherever I stand, the pinnacle of poetry! You can only look up, you can’t catch up! “Wang Teng is high, invincible.

Lin Beifan and Xiao Han: “…”

This level of self-confidence is in the same vein as his old father.

“Can’t bear it! Master I want to compose poetry, I want to defeat him! Xiao Han, who was bloody, shouted in his heart.

Lin Beifan came out and asked, “Can you compose poetry?” ”

Xiao Han immediately shook his head: “I won’t!” ”

“Won’t you still be so confident, are you the second generation of Wang Teng?” Lin Beifan was speechless.

“Didn’t I have a master for you? Master, you take out one or two poems about wine of your time, and I will suppress him! Xiao Han smiled.

“You’re smart!”

So, Lin Beifan contributed a song.

Xiao Han raised his hand confidently: “I have a poem, please taste it!” ”

“It’s actually Xiao Han, he made poetry?”

“So fast!”

“Is it okay?”

……

Everyone whispered, Xiao Han’s face did not change color, confident and calm.

“Ah, it turned out to be Xiao Han Xiao Tianjiao! Everyone knows that you are outstanding in cultivation, but I didn’t expect you to be so outstanding in poetry! I think you can’t wait, hurry up and chant your poems! Wang said happily.

Xiao Han spoke, his voice loud.

“Grape wine luminous cup, want to drink pipa immediately urge!”

“Drunken lying on the battlefield Jun Mo Xiao, how many people have fought in ancient times?”

After the poem was finished, the scene was silent.

Even people who are not very proficient in poetry can feel the generosity and tragedy of poetry.

After a long time, a loud praise came: “Good! You can say that again! ”

This is the voice of the Dionysian old-timer, which shows that he appreciates the poem very much.

“This poem is wonderful, in just a few sentences, through the description of a scene, but the cruelty and tragedy of the battlefield are vividly described! It seems to be talking about drinking, but in fact it is talking about the cruelty of the border war! Good, very good! Wang Treasurer said with great appreciation.

“Thank you Wang Treasurer for your praise, I don’t dare to be ashamed!” Xiao Han bowed his hand.

This sentence is a big truth, this poem was prostituted from his master, not made by him personally, and he deserved it.

Seeing Xiao Han’s humble appearance, Wang Treasurer nodded secretly.

“Come, deliver wine!”

A fairy sent Drunken Immortal Brew.

“Thank you, senior!” Xiao Han drank it all and felt the boiling blood and cells in his body very happy.

With just three or four more cups, he would be able to open the 7th Nirvana.

He decided to continue his efforts and get a few more poems from his master.

“It seems that Xiao Han is a strong rival!” The female emperor Wuzhao stared, and the poem just now made her heart move. She is self-aware, and with her existing talents, it is very difficult to make such poetry.

At this time, Lin Beifan appeared: “Host, someone makes such high-quality poetry, is it very panicked in your heart?” Do you need help from the system wizard? ”

Wu Zhao disdained: “No need! It’s just Xiao Han, I don’t believe he can make a second poem of the same quality! As for the others, it is even more unlikely! Let them fly for a while, and finally I will appear to suppress Qiankun! ”