"Are you trying to say that I didn't write it, but that it was a poem I had prepared a long time ago?" Xu Wuzhou looked at Mr. Chongnian and said, "It doesn't matter, you are shameless anyway, so just go ahead and write the topic."
Mr. Chongnian's face turned red and white, and he looked at Xu Wuzhou coldly. He firmly believed that Xu Wuzhou was not a talented person, so he took a deep breath and said: "Let wine be poetry again!"
"A ten-thousand-dollar wine fight in Juntian is like how many years have you been a Yuzhou ranger.
When we meet, we will drink for you. We will tie our horses to the tall buildings and weeping willows."
In Wang Wei's "Youth Journey", Xu Wuzhou changed a place name to suit the situation.
After Xu Wuzhou finished reciting the poem, the surroundings were quiet. Many people looked at Xu Wuzhou: Really or fake? Did this guy really write the poem just by reading it, or did he really prepare so much?
But the first one is excellent, and even the preparation is not easy. The most important thing is, why prepare so many wine poems? Two poems are enough, why do you need three poems?
Mr. Chongnian’s face looked a little ugly. He still didn’t believe it and continued: “Continue to use wine as poetry!”
"Poetry of loving guests with green wine and red flowers, falling flowers and spring flags of restaurants on the bank. If you think about escaping from the world, you will be a loner. If you don't get drunk and stay awake, you will also be an idiot."
Mr. Chongnian's expression changed drastically. Xu Wuzhou actually recited another song, and the quality was still excellent.
"Are you convinced?" Xu Wuzhou looked at Mr. Chongnian and said, "Or are you still not convinced because your Jixia Academy is so thick-skinned?"
Everyone also looked at Mr. Chongnian with a strange expression. Four songs were written, which was equivalent to four opportunities. Over and over again, it was understandable, but after three, it would be inappropriate to continue.
The people who had previously admired Mr. Chongnian's character and thought he was a gentleman were slightly shaken at this time.
How could Mr. Chongnian be willing to admit defeat? It would not only be embarrassing for him but also Jixia Academy. His face was not just for him.
"The topic is wine!" Mr. Chongnian gritted his teeth and said fiercely to Xu Wuzhou.
Mr. Chongnian's appearance caused some commotion below. This expression and behavior already violated the Confucian code of conduct. On the contrary, it had a strong and aggressive feeling.
But Xu Wuzhou sneered and continued to read indifferently: "I came back late at night and was still drunk. I helped Liusu and I still didn't wake up. I was so drunk that I was frightened to sleep. I laughed. How much can I do in my life if I keep laughing?"
There was deathly silence all around, everyone looked at Xu Wuzhou blankly.
Xuan Wei, in particular, stared at Xu Wuzhou as if he were a monkey. Compared to others, he believed that this was really Xu Wuzhou's poem.
Mr. Chongnian seemed to be driven crazy by the stimulation, his eyes were blood red, he stared at Xu Wuzhou and said: "Wine... come again!"
“Thousands of miles of clear rivers and thousands of miles of sky; every village has mulberry trees and every village has smoke.
The fisherman was drunk and no one called him, and when he woke up at noon, his boat was covered with snow."
Xu Wuzhou recited another sentence casually.
"Wow!"
There was an uproar all around, this was the sixth song. At this time, everyone who was still doubtful no longer doubted it. Who has nothing to do to prepare six songs at once? Can you hold on after eating? Besides, Xuan Wei and Xu Wuzhou can still cooperate
I understand, but now it is Mr. Chongnian who proposes the question, and he proposes the question aggressively.
Many people looked at Mr. Chongnian with strange expressions, thinking, is this the demeanor of a great scholar from Jixia Academy? And... is Jixia Academy really a holy place of literature and art? A great scholar cannot even hold down a young man.
Mr. Chongnian has fallen into a devilish trap, and this song is the best. He thinks that he can finish one or two songs in a short time, but for six consecutive songs, he may not be able to finish it in his entire life.
The more he thought about this, the more he fell into a demonic barrier. He had always been proud of his knowledge and literary talents, so even though he was the only great Confucian who had never entered Taoism, he was still proud of himself.
Because he could become a great scholar just by relying on his own knowledge. But now...the slap from this reality made him unwilling to face it.
Mr. Chongnian's eyes were bloodshot, and the demonic barrier made him look ferocious. He stared at Xu Wuzhou and said, "Come again!"
"Are you still not convinced? Then I will compose a better one for you." Xu Wuzhou sneered and said, "
A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date.
Raising glasses to the bright moon, facing each other into three people.
The moon doesn't know how to drink, and its shadow follows me.
For now, the moon will be shadowed, and we must have fun until spring.
My singing moon lingers, my dancing shadows are in confusion.
They make love when they are awake, but they disperse when they are drunk.
We will travel together forever, and we will meet again in Miao Yunhan."
quiet!
Absolute silence!
Xuanwei was stunned!
Everyone present was dumbfounded!
Xuan Wei was originally holding the wine glass, but at this moment the wine glass fell directly from his hands and hit his feet without him noticing at all.
Everyone fell into deathly silence at this moment.
After a moment of silence, someone finally came to his senses, and then the discussion exploded.
"Mom, what did I see?"
"One poem for every thought, seven poems for seven readings."
“The first poem is a masterpiece!”
"Oh my god, raise a glass to the bright moon and make three people in front of each other. What a beautiful scene!"
"Is this person... really so talented?"
"I apologize for the ridicule just now!"
"..."
The people present no longer thought that Xu Wuzhou was opportunistic. They believed that this was Xu Wuzhou's true level. Because everyone could see that Mr. Chongnian was being aggressive, but the other party responded calmly.
Thinking of what Xu Wuzhou said just now, they no longer thought it was arrogance. Only people who have no ability are called arrogance, and people with such ability are called true temperaments.
Xuan Wei swallowed his saliva and casually mocked people he knew on the street. How could he be such a monster?
Xuan Wei shook his head vigorously, pinched himself hard and murmured: "No! This is not true! I am dreaming! I must be dreaming!"
Xu Wuzhou ignored what they thought, but looked at Mr. Chongnian, whose eyes were already bloodshot: "What? Do you still need to continue? If you are not convinced, we can continue!"
One sentence made everyone look at Mr. Chongnian. At this time, there was no admiration in everyone's eyes. For a great scholar to be so aggressive to a young man, it was too ungraceful to lose, and it was unworthy of a gentleman.
Mr. Chongnian was also unable to accept the reality in front of him, but every poem he read shocked him. Especially the last one, he thought that he might not be able to do it even if he spent his whole life.
Xu Wuzhou looked at Mr. Chongnian with a sneer. He had never used the famous poems in the wine. The last one, "Drinking Alone under the Moon" by Li Bai, was just excellent.
"If you accept it, then admit defeat. If you don't, we will continue! To be honest, I only use three points of force." Xu Wuzhou looked at Mr. Chongnian and said coldly.
Mr. Chongnian stared at Xu Wuzhou with his blood-red eyes and said, "Are you particularly good at talking about wine?"
"Ha!" Xu Wuzhou laughed.
Many other people hid their faces and felt blushing at this time. It was embarrassing for a great scholar to find such an excuse!
"It seems that you are still not convinced!" Xu Wuzhou said.