Chapter 12 Heaven and earth are brilliant, I am the light
The frothy water waves receded slowly, and the jade plate happened to stop on the stamen in the center of the golden lotus. The water droplets rolled around, shining with blurred light under the bright afternoon sun.
The middle-aged Taoist slowly put down the crystal wine cup, a strange color flashed in his eyes.
Kong Junzi looked far into the distance, lingering on the breasts and buttocks of several girls from the corner of his eye.
Tu Ke was munching on a piece of bone-in honey-glazed ham, and his fingers were dipped in golden abalone sauce with snow-orange sauce.
Xie Xuan's eyes looked back and forth at the three people. The identities of these three people were unknown and the most suspicious. It was most likely one of them who was secretly doing something. Although my cousin was a member of the Taoist sect, she had always acted upright and would never do anything like this.
Spoil the situation secretly.
But having said that, this game of contesting poems based on the spirit of kingship seemed to challenge the imperial power, and it was more like it was done by a Taoist sect. Xie Xuan subconsciously looked at Xie Yongxu, who generously took the
He picked up the jade plate, played with it for a while, and praised softly: "This honey jade chalcedony is ancient and does not contain any impurities. It is indeed a rare spiritual object in the world." After saying that, he handed it to Zhikarizhen.
When Zhikari really took it in his hand, the jade plate was smooth and greasy, as if it had been smeared with a layer of grease. If you look carefully, you can see that there are many honeycomb-shaped holes on the surface of the jade plate. Once it comes into contact with human skin, it will slowly
It secretes honey-colored marrow oil. This marrow oil is clear and flawless, has a fragrant smell, and can be eaten directly. It is more effective than ordinary honey jade.
Zhi Shouzhen handed the honey jade to Kong Jiuyan who was sitting next to him. Everyone at the table took turns admiring it, and finally passed it to Xie Xuan. He rolled his eyes and threw it aside without even looking at it. This was a hot potato.<
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Yi Mo looked at the people on the Golden Lotus from a distance, with a gloomy expression. The curved water jade was his impulse to test, but who would have expected that there are really noble men who are ready to make a move and are willing to be the pawns of the Taoist sect.
"Your party is really lively. First there is a drinking competition, and then there is a poetry contest. It really stole the show of this year's Mengyin Festival." Yi Mo suddenly laughed loudly, slapped the table and shouted, "In that case, each of you will write a poem.
First of all, show off your domineering spirit and let everyone see who owns this piece of honey chalcedony!"
With a "plop", as soon as Yi Mo finished speaking, Xie Xuan fell down in response, snoring like thunder, his drunken eyes half-closed and half-opened, and streams of turbid saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth. He fell drunk at the "right time".<
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Everyone was laughing, and Yuan Wan couldn't help but smile: "What a smart and resourceful child."
Xie Qingfeng smiled bitterly: "This kid just has a rogue spirit."
Yuan Wan was silent for a while and sighed softly: "Not everyone can have this kind of energy." When we first met, if she had left everything behind and followed that person shamelessly, following him around the world with a sword...
"What a pity." Xie Yongxu glanced at Xie Xuan with a regretful expression, "Axuan is free and unruly by nature, but he can't let go of his family. How can he focus on the great road when he is so disconnected and in a dilemma?"
"Isn't this his own way?" Zhikari sighed, "People always have to bear some burdens."
"That's right." Xie Yongxu smiled brightly, "You do understand him."
Xie Xuan's drooped eyelids trembled slightly, and something strange passed through his mind.
"Your Highness, let me sing one first!" Pan Anren suddenly stood up unsteadily, bowed his hands to Yi Mo, and shouted loudly.
The surrounding area suddenly fell silent, and countless pairs of eyes turned to Pan Anren.
Pan Bi's face darkened: "How can this little beast write poetry? He is embarrassed by Yuan An, and he is unwilling to do so."
Pan Shilang said in a low voice: "Brother, my second nephew stepped forward first. After all, he followed the Taoist clan's wishes."
Pan Bi snorted: "I'm just afraid that he will make a fool of himself in public again!"
Pan Shilang's eyes flashed, he called a confidant over, whispered a few words, and the person accepted the order and left.
Pan Anren looked around the crowd and calmed down. He was not a quick thinker, but he had a draft in mind. In the past, before his eldest brother went to Mengdao, he composed a poem in his study, which was very suitable for today's topic. No one knew about it.
When he used it, he just suppressed Yuan An's limelight.
"One ride is like a thousand invincible horses,
Call the wind and rain to swallow up all the wasteland.
Step onto the sky and see the stars fall,
When the sun rises, the sky and the earth are brilliant!"
Pan Anren held his head high and read the poem. Everyone applauded, and Pan's children even cheered. Xie Xuan blinked and felt strange. When did Pan Sanyan know how to compose poetry?
"What a momentum! What a momentum!" Pan Shilang's face was full of joy and he praised, "Brother, this poem by An Ren steps on the sun and the moon and swallows up the world. It fully shows the domineering power of my Pan family man!"
Pan Bi stroked his beautiful beard and nodded slightly.
"Everyone is laughing." Pan Anren cupped his hands in all directions, and his ostentatious eyes fell on Zhi Kaizhen, and said in a weird manner, "Why, the famous Baimalang of Jiankang is still thinking hard? Such arrogance and domineering has never been seen in the world.
Can wild boy do it?"
"It's my turn." Xie Yongxu raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp, then threw the glass away and chanted casually,
"Draw your sword to divide the sea,
The mountains are covered with light palms.
Drunk and lying on the empty bed,
The whole world listens to the sound of snoring."
"Okay!" Yi Mo exclaimed, staring at Xie Yongxu's vigorous beauty, she couldn't help but feel swayed. I had long heard that Xie Yongxu had a poetic talent, and it was indeed well-deserved. This poem is bold and unrestrained, domineering and restrained in artistic conception.
It’s more memorable than Pan Anren’s song.
As soon as Xie Yongxu's poem came out, the other noble ladies knew they were outmatched, so they shook their heads and declined. Tu Ke continued to eat and drink, and the middle-aged Taoist remained silent. Kong Jiuyan blushed, and he was embarrassed in front of everyone.
You can't even speak a word, let alone compose a poem?
The voice suddenly rang out, its pitch rising and falling, echoing between heaven and earth for a long time:
"The wish-fulfilling treasure under the crotch,
Wipe every step of the way.
Xing Lai stabs the sky,
White waves flood the sky!"
After reciting the poem, there was silence all around, and everyone looked at each other. After a moment, they all burst into laughter like a frying pan.
"Stand high, that thing is so domineering!" "Even God did it, hahaha!" "White waves flood the sky, this is the most powerful man in the world! I wonder which master did it?"
Pairs of hot eyes roamed on the faces of everyone at the table. Kong Junzi turned his head in surprise and looked at Xie Xuan.
Everyone saw it clearly and immediately shouted: "Look, it's Xie Dazui who did it! I knew that this guy has always been open-mouthed!" "It's his voice! Haha, Xie Dazui is so majestic, even drunk.
He even stabbed the sky!" Everyone was overjoyed, making fun and making noise, and some bold women couldn't help but glance at Xie Xuan's lower body.
Xie Xuan was dumbfounded and almost spit out a mouthful of old blood. Kong Jiuyan secretly glanced at Kong Junzi and whispered: "It's not good for you to put the blame on others like this, isn't it?"
Confucius sighed sadly: "Those who know me say I am worried, but those who don't know me say what I want. I gave him this domineering and revealing piece of music to help him become famous in one fell swoop. How can I return such a kindness without asking for anything in return?"
Not good enough?"
Kong Jiuyan was stunned for a long time: "That makes sense."
"Yuan An, why are you lingering? If you can't write a poem, just give up!" Pan Anren shouted impatiently, "Could it be that your poem "White Horse Man" was made for you in advance by someone else?" p>
The children of the aristocratic family looked suspicious and whispered among themselves. Zhikarizhen smiled calmly, stood up, and glanced at the dark heads on both sides of the strait, intending to read out the poem he had written.
Suddenly, a corner of the spiritual world shook, and a huge mountain rose from under his feet, climbing endlessly to higher places.
The sky wind roared by, looking down at the vast void below, he was dressed in white as snow, isolated next to the sycamore tree, and slowly drew out his long sword.
On the Qinhuai River, Zhi Shouzhen's white robe was flying, and he slowly drew out his sword in the same posture.
The sword light shines, surpassing all the lights in the world.
"The universe is created like a prison cell,
Swallowing the netherworld trapped in all directions.
Split the sun of chaos with one sword,
I am the only light in the world!"
The whole place was silent, looking at the figure of the young man raising his sword to the sky. Yi Mo was silent for a long time, and sighed softly: "The momentum is unparalleled, and this one is the best."
Pan Bi was gloomy and silent. Pan Shilang quietly made a gesture, and a harsh voice suddenly sounded from the crowd: "Am I the only light in the world? What a shameless statement, sitting in a well and looking at the sky!"