Selling jars in Xueyue City, Li Hanyi comes to visit

Chu Liuxiang smiled bitterly.

Why! Now compared with him, I am nothing.

His skills and talents are far superior to his own.

Especially the scene where he conjured that musical instrument, only an immortal could do it.

Faced with so many inquiries from people in the world, he could become famous in one day.

But he didn't want to say his name.

It can be seen that he doesn't care about fame at all.

Now that I think about it, it's not surprising that he is surrounded by beautiful women.

Gao Yanan was in a bad mood.

She drank glass after glass.

Even Hu Tiehua couldn't persuade him.

I don't care if you have more women.

But this indescribable feeling is like cutting flesh with a dull knife, it's so painful.

Wouldn't it be better to be like the young man in white who dares to act openly and openly?

Gao Yanan suddenly felt like he hated iron.

It was never her style to be nagging and pushy.

However, she just fell in love with such a person.

Hu Tiehua touched her chin, her eyes burning like torches.

Like Chu Liuxiang, he had been looking in the direction of Su Chen.

The three city lords and the Confucian Sword Immortal, who are the most noble ones in the elegant seats, are extremely warm and humble towards the young man in white.

So who is this boy in white?

Could it be some prince in the palace?

This was the only answer Hu Tiehua could think of.

But even if it is a noble prince, how can he explain the move of changing objects with his bare hands?

After all, I am someone who has been around the world for decades.

Even if you can't see any flaws, could it be possible that you are really an immortal descending to earth?

Just like Chu Liuxiang and Hu Tiehua, many people in the world and aristocratic families are speculating on the identity of this young man in white. Those who act quickly have already sent people to investigate.

"Haha, it is indeed the most romantic city"

"Appreciating flowers, singing, dancing, drinking, and of course writing poems are indispensable."

"Am I right?"

Suddenly an old voice came from the crowd, interrupting everyone's thoughts.

Everyone followed the sound and saw a short, gentle-looking old man with half-white beard and hair sitting in the corner of the first floor, drinking.

Su Chen's eyes narrowed slightly.

Isn't this Su Xinghe from The Eight Tribes of the Dragon?

The great disciple of Wu Yazi, the head of the Xiaoyao Sect, and the senior brother of Ding Chunqiu, the old monster in Xingxiu. In the original work, Su Xinghe is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, medical divination, But he had no intention of studying the Xiaoyao sect's martial arts. His master Wu Yazi regarded him as an embarrassment to the Xiaoyao sect.

Later, his master Wu Yazi was knocked off a cliff by Ding Chunqiu and became disabled.

Su Xinghe wanted to kill the traitor Ding Chunqiu to avenge his master, but he couldn't help himself His ability is limited. So he set up Master Wu Yazi's Zhenlong chess game to summon capable people to fulfill his wish on his behalf.

Although 023 found Xu Zhu and successfully succeeded him as the leader, Su Xinghe finally fell into Ding Chunqiu's Xiaoyao Sanxiaosan. , died of poison.

So far, he has completed his mission.

But in this world of mixed martial arts, I wonder if the plot has changed?

He can be interested in participating in the Hundred Flowers Club in Xueyue City and compose poems. Maybe the plot is really true. Has anything changed?

Or maybe his master was not knocked off the cliff.

Or maybe the original plot has not changed. He just came to Xueyue City to recruit talents to break the Zhenlong chess game, which is not impossible. Don't think about it now, wait until You will naturally know it when the time comes.

Hearing Su Xinghe's words, the children of the aristocratic families present were also unambiguous. They applauded one after another.

Many people began to think in their hearts.

After all, there are not a few young ladies from the aristocratic families present today.

Although they are not like the woman next to the boy in white. They are so charming to the country.

But they are also rare beauties from aristocratic families.

If anyone can take a fancy to them, it will be a good thing.

"Then let me sing one first."

One person in the crowd volunteered.

"Hundreds of flowers bloom, everyone comes to see"

"The colors are charming and the two of them can't get enough of each other."

"Today is the Hundred Flowers Festival, so the theme of this poem is flowers. I hope you can give me some advice."

Confucian swordsman Xie Xuan and Sikong Changfeng looked at each other.

They suppressed the muscles on their faces and tried not to laugh.

Su Chen put his fist to his mouth and coughed lightly.

How can he say that he is the only one among everyone present today? A highly educated person.

How can he laugh at others?

However, some people in the crowd actually applauded.

"Okay, not bad, what a good poem"

"We both hate each other, well said!"

There are also some people who are not optimistic about it.

"The annual Hundred Flowers Festival, flowers, wine and beauties make people more beautiful"

"I couldn't help but drink, one glass after another."

Another member of the aristocratic family in Tsing Yi chanted a poem loudly in the crowd.

Warm applause rang out in Wuyu Pavilion.

"A good poem, with flowers, wine and beauties, a great work, really a great one"

"Yes, it’s more artistic than the one just now"

"This brother is so talented in literature, so I am willing to be inferior to him."

The disciple in Tsing Yi was very proud and sat down with a smile on his face.

Chu Liuxiang shook his head and smiled helplessly.

Are these good poems?

What level of appreciation are they?

Su Xinghe's expression did not change at all.

These poems sounded as tasteless to him as white water. Sikong

Changfeng drank a glass of wine leisurely:"It seems that the poetry writing level of this year's Baihua Club still needs to be improved. Xie

Xuan, the Confucian Sword Immortal, looked at Sikong Changfeng and smiled slightly:"I have listened to the most beautiful music, and the rest is just for fun, no problem!""

"Haha - what Brother Xie said makes sense."

Sikong Changfeng said with a smile.

"Once the flowers fall, I will regret it. After drinking, I will feel even more sad."

"Waiting for the destined person wholeheartedly, with a loyal heart towards the bright moon."

Su Xinghe recited poetry loudly.

There was another burst of applause in the courtyard.

Su Chen took a sip of wine.

It seems that the lives of Su Xinghe and Wu Yazi are still the same as in the original work.

He is waiting for the one who can crack Zhenlong's chess game. Destined person.

At this time, another voice came from the crowd

"Fifteen years ago, at the end of the month, Xiang Cong once wrote a flower-appreciation poem"

"Today I see the flowers and the moon look alike, and my feelings are as peaceful as those of the past!"

"Xiaosheng Xin Qiji, please give me your advice."

As soon as Xin Qiji's poem was uttered, there was an immediate uproar.

The applause was several times louder than before.

"Good poem, this is a decent poem."

Sikong Changfeng looked in the direction of Xin Qiji and praised.

Confucian Sword Immortal smiled happily:"Brother Sikong is absolutely right. Rising star! Every generation in the country has talents."

Su Chen's pupils shrank.

Xin Qiji? Is it You'an?

Su Chen recalled his poems that he had learned in his previous life. His life was full of ambitions for recovery and self-proclaimed achievements, but his fate was ill-fated and his ambitions were difficult to realize.

However, he never wavered in his belief in restoring the Central Plains. Instead, he put all his passion and concerns and worries about the rise and fall of the country and the destiny of the nation in his poems.

He and Li Qingzhao were both known as the"Er'an of Jinan".

One is the bold school , one is a graceful person.

He is here, is Li Qingzhao also here?

Su Chen looked in the direction of Xin Qiji's seat.

Sure enough, there was a woman sitting next to her.

This woman looked thin, gentle and graceful.

Su Chen smiled He smiled.

Yes, it’s her, Jushi Yi An, the most talented woman in history.

I didn’t expect them to come to Xueyue City too.

"Why——"

"Is this a good poem?"

"It seems that they have never seen good poetry."

Hua Yuenu next to Su Chen let out a long sigh and then said.

Hua Yuenu's words happened to be heard by the disciple in Tsing Yi not far away.

He was very happy.His face instantly turned dark.

What a rude statement! (To read Baoshuang novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

I am the most beautiful young lady in the last generation of my Ming Dynasty.

And the one just now, he was a famous talent in the Song Dynasty.

You are a little girl who doesn’t know how high the sky is.

You dare to say such arrogant words just because you are beautiful.

I want to see what good work you can do.

The boy in Tsing Yi forced out a smile:"Can a girl also compose poetry?"

"Why not compose a poem to entertain everyone?

Hua Yuenu shook her head vigorously:"No, I can't compose poetry." The man in green laughed loudly:"

I thought the girl had extraordinary literary talent and was a talented woman, so she could say such arrogant words.""

"Now it seems that the girl is a talented woman who can only laugh at others."

Hua Yuenu snorted coldly.

"I can't, but he can"

"Today I want to show you what a truly good poem is"

"oh? It turns out that this young master can also compose poems, so I will definitely listen to him with all my ears."

The man in Tsing Yi said with a disdainful smile.[] snort! I admit I can't sing.

But when it comes to writing poetry, I don’t believe you can compare to me?

Even if you are better than me, you may not be able to surpass Xin Qiji and Li Qingzhao beside him.

Huayue Nu's words aroused everyone's curiosity (bicg).

At this time, everyone's eyes were focused on Su Chen.

Wuyuxuan suddenly became lively again.

Discussions come and go

"This young man in white clothes is indeed a rare talent in terms of music rhythm, but he may not be better than the man in green clothes when it comes to composing poems, right?"

"Yes, this man in Tsing Yi happened to be having dinner at the table next to me yesterday. According to him, he was the most famous concubine of the Ming Dynasty."

"Oops, the humanistic talent that can pass the exam for Tan Hwa Lang is extraordinary."

"Needless to say, who doesn’t know about Tanhua?"

"That's not necessarily the case. In the Ming Dynasty, he was Tanhualang. Today is not just the Ming Dynasty, there are people from all dynasties today, he may not be able to be among the best."

"Yes, yes, it's a bigger pond today. Besides, the young man in white looks very unusual."

"Lord Sikong, is this shopkeeper also very successful in the field of poetry? Confucian swordsman Xie Xuan asked curiously.

Sikong Changfeng shook his head gently:"I don't know about this, but since that girl dared to push the shopkeeper out, she must have researched in the field of poetry.""

Su Xinghe looked at Su Chen on the top floor, his eyes full of curiosity and doubt.

There are only a handful of people in the world who can master the music, chess, poetry, painting, five elements and eight trigrams to perfection.

My master Wu Yazi is one of them.

Taohua Daohuang Laoxie is one of them.

But they all spent their whole lives in research before they achieved anything.

This young man is young, and it is already very good to be able to master the music and mechanics to the extreme.

As for poetry, poetry and poetry , Haha, can it be compared to these literati who specialize in poetry every day?

"Old bug, do you think this boy in white is really proficient in poetry and songs?"

Hu Tiehua's face was full of surprise.

In his eyes, it was unbelievable that Su Chen could do what he just did at such an age.

Hu Tiehua compared herself with Su Chen and felt that she was nothing.

Unexpectedly Now I have to compose poetry again.

I still want to compete with those first-class literati.

If I say something shocking again, then I will be a piece of shit.

Hu Tiehua can't believe it at all. There is such a thing in this world. An outstanding young man.

Chu Liuxiang took a long breath:"It's entirely possible, let's wait and see!"

Gao Yanan's eyes were bright.

He looked at the young man in white who was surrounded by girls on the top floor.

He felt inexplicably curious.

Apart from Hu Tiehua, she had never had the slightest interest in a second man.

But the young man in white in front of her That kind of invisible charm made Gao Yanan a little curious.

Hua Yuenu looked at Su Chen, her beautiful eyes flashing.

Su Chen was helpless:"Don't use this trick, it won't work."

"If you take the job yourself, do it yourself!

Hua Yuenu hugged Su Chen's arm directly:"Shopkeeper, why don't you sing a song!""

"I know you are very good at composing poetry."

"Let them hear what truly good poetry is."

Su Chen didn't want to pay attention to Hua Yuenu.

He has already stolen the limelight, so he must leave some opportunities for others. There are no good poems like those in the previous life in this world.

Even if Xin Qiji and Li Qingzhao are here, they have not yet written those famous poems through the ages. Poems.

Take the poems and songs that you memorized in your previous life and take them here. Pick out one at random and kill them every minute, but you must always show some kindness to others!

"Don’t go!"

Su Chen said.

Li Hanyi on the side had never heard Su Chen compose poetry.

From Su Chen's words, Li Hanyi could tell that the shop owner definitely knew how to compose poetry.

Otherwise Hua Yuenu would not have said what he just said.

The shop owner It's just that he is relatively low-key and humble.

Li Hanyi smiled slightly:"Shopkeeper, Hanyi has never heard of the shopkeeper's poems, but he is very curious."

Hearing what Li Hanyi said, Yin Luoxia also said:"Yes, the shopkeeper can sing a song. Today is about elegance, nothing else."

"Yes, shopkeeper, Zoë also wants to hear the shopkeeper’s poems."

Ye Ruoyi also said.

Su Chen smiled bitterly and tapped Hua Yuenu's forehead:"It's just this time, it won't be the same next time."

Hua Yuenu nodded obediently, with a smile on her face.

Hey, your man is so good, why should you hide it?

Seeing that Su Chen agreed, the girls were happier than the other.

They liked to see Su Chen. The scene where Chen showed off his talent. It was so cool, so handsome, so charming that it made people unable to extricate themselves.

Su Chen got up and walked to the fence.

He saw the boy in white standing up and preparing to compose a poem.

Everyone present stretched their necks and tilted their ears. , I’m afraid I can’t hear it if I’m far away.

Su Chen looked at the sky with his hands behind his back, leisurely and contentedly

"I advise you not to cherish your gold-threaded clothes; I advise you to cherish your youth."

"Flowers are ready to be broken when they bloom, but don’t wait to break branches when there are no flowers left."

Su Chen's voice was like a bell, and his words were clear and round. Every word had a ring to it. The whole Wuyuxuan was silent, and you could even hear the sound of a petal falling to the ground.

Everyone's eyes widened and their mouths grew big.

They stood there like stone statues, motionless.

Even their breathing stopped.

Even Xie Xuan, the most literary Confucian swordsman present today, was stunned at this moment.

Su Chen shook his head!

Could it be that this poem is too difficult? Didn't they understand? It wasn't until a few breaths later that everyone present let out a long breath.

It was as if they had been frozen and come back to life.

"I just want to say two words at this moment"

"Which two words?"

"Damn it!"

"This poem, damn, it’s so good"

"A peerless genius, absolutely a peerless genius"

"This poem is really wonderful. Now I suddenly hate myself and regret it. If I could have heard this poem, I would never have wasted so many years"

"A good one to advise you not to cherish your gold-threaded clothes. Good poem, really good poem, this is the best poem I have ever heard in my life. Woo woo——"

"The flowers are ready to be cut off when they are in bloom, but don’t wait until there are no flowers left to cut off the branches! The writing is so artistic"

"Damn, he is really an all-rounder! Even the poetry is top-notch. Can people still live?"

Confucian Sword Immortal stared at Su Chen.

It was like seeing a rare treasure!

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