A mere twelve words sketched out a picture of the Northern Kingdom. People like Tang Rucai were knowledgeable and immediately appreciated the beauty of the words.
Cheng Dalei continued to hold the pen.
"Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, there is nothing left but vastness, and the river is flowing up and down suddenly."
"The silver snake dances in the mountains, the original wax figure wants to compete with God"
…
Tang Rucai leaned half of his body, and many people looked here. The words "I want to compete with God" made everyone feel arrogant, and it seemed that it would take ten bowls of wine to pour through their hearts. This is not a water town in the south of the Yangtze River.
The gentle wind and drizzle are the mountains and rivers of the northern country; this is not the petty love of a talented man and a beautiful woman, but the generous song of a man from Yanzhao.
Only when there are mountains in the chest can one see the mountains in poetry; only when there is water in the chest can one write about the water. Tang looked at Cheng Dalei in disbelief: What was in his chest that could write such a poem?
It's like there is a whole country.
"The country is so beautiful that it has attracted countless heroes to bend their backs"
Tang Rucai was so excited that his eyes were red, and an emotion was brewing in his arms, just waiting to pour out with the ink words written by Cheng Dalei. But the strange thing was that the pen in Cheng Dalei's hand was hanging in the air, and he only opened the sentence "Chi"
Haven't written yet.
Cheng Dalei held up the pen stiffly, and three black lines seemed to appear on his forehead. At this moment, he finally realized one thing: he could no longer write this word.
Below are Emperor Qin, Han Wu, Emperor Tang and Song Zu...but there is no Tang Zong and Song Zu in this world, let alone the generation of geniuses that followed.
He copied this article incorrectly.
What should I do? It’s so embarrassing.
You said that I have so many poems in my stomach, why can’t I just copy one at random? Why did I copy one that I couldn’t copy? Wouldn’t it be more embarrassing if I painted out this poem and wrote another one?
Waiting online, quite urgent.
"Why don't you write anymore?" Tang Rucai asked tentatively.
Cheng Dalei straightened up, casually threw the pen on the table, and said, "That's enough."
"Enough, what is enough?"
"Only Shangque is enough. Half of it shocked the south of the Yangtze River, and the whole story shocked the world, so that's enough." Cheng Dalei used the trick he used to fool Li Xingzai again.
"Well……"
Tang Rucai was choked to death. He had just been aroused by the words, and was about to express his passion with the meaning of the words, but Cheng Dalei suddenly told him that he had no idea. This feeling was similar to the last twenty minutes of watching a blockbuster.
But he was pinched, which made him feel extremely uncomfortable.
"Can we go now?"
"Of course, of course."
Tang Rucai watched Cheng Dalei go downstairs, looking at the meaning in his eyes, he felt like he was going to be Cheng Dalei's lackey.
He just regained consciousness, glanced at the table, and suddenly became furious: "Where are the words? Which of you hid the words?"
The people upstairs were looking at their hearts and mouths, but they didn't say anything and pretended not to notice.
As soon as Cheng Dalei went downstairs, he bumped into the innkeeper Niu Benshan. Niu Benshan accompanied him and said with a smile: "Are you going to attend the treasure debate meeting in the courtyard of No. A? I can let my subordinates lead the way."
"No, I'm a little tired today. I'll go take a look tomorrow. Anyway, there's still tomorrow." Cheng Dalei said, suddenly remembered something, and said to Niu Benshan: "Someone may come to see me tonight. Remember to tell them that I live in Dingzi.
Number."
"Then I will remember it for you and tell them when people come." After saying that, Niu Benshan asked casually: "Who is he?"
"No need to bother, we're already here."
At this moment, a group of people burst into the inn shouting. There were seventy or eighty people in total, and the lobby of the inn was instantly filled.
"The Cao Gang is working, and everyone who has nothing to do with it should disperse." Li Jiaming said.
Niu Benshan was startled, why did the evil star of the Cao Gang come here? He quickly stopped Li Jiaming: "Master Li, we have always had a good relationship with the Cao Gang, and our monthly offerings have never been less. How does it make sense today?"
"Never mind your business, stay away."
The people from Caogang began to clear the place, and soon only Cheng Dalei and a few others were left in the hall. Xu Shenji and Zhao Zilong also came to the hall after hearing the news.
Then, a small sedan stopped at the door of the inn, someone opened the curtain of the sedan, and an old man with white hair and no beard slowly walked into the hall.
"It's Mr. Sun!"
Niu Benshan was frightened at the counter. Mr. Sun from Caobang was already very old. It was not easy for ordinary people to see him. Why did he come today?
He looked at Cheng Dalei and his group to see how they managed to get into this disaster.
"I heard that someone is here to set rules for the dock. So it's you, a kid with a yellow mouth?" The old man raised his head and looked at Cheng Dalei with cloudy eyes.
Cheng Dalei took a sip of tea: "How can it be an immortal like you?"
Wow!
Yaque was silent. Who dared to say such things to Mr. Sun, despite his status in the Caobang? Even Mr. Sun's expression was obviously startled, and a stiff smile appeared on his face.
"Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers..."
"Gang leader, don't talk nonsense to him, let me chop him up first." Li Jiaming shouted.
"Caobang really has no rules, anyone can talk." Cheng Dalei blew the foam off the tea cup.
Mr. Sun's mouth twitched twice and he glared at Li Jiaming fiercely.
"People are here!"
"Sir, this is where I saw them go in with my own eyes."
"Let's go, we must not spare them!"
Outside the inn, there was a loud bell-like sound. Someone from the Cao Gang ran in and whispered a few words in Mr. Sun's ear.
"Gang leader, Hong Tianji from the Golden Dragon Escort Agency has arrived."
"We and the Golden Dragon Escort have always been on the same page. What are they doing here..." The old man focused his eyes on Cheng Dalei. Seeing that he was still drinking tea unhurriedly, he thought in his mind: Could this person be released by the Golden Dragon Escort to trick me?
To help save face.
Huh, if that's the case, Caobang isn't afraid of you, Golden Dragon Escort Agency.
"Let them come in." The old man closed his eyes, like an old monk entering meditation.
"Sun Delong, what are you doing? Are you going to stand up for that kid?"
Following a loud bell-like voice, a fat man over fifty years old walked in. This man was Huang Tianji, the owner of the Golden Dragon Escort Agency. Now he is older and no longer works as an escort. When he was young, he was also a well-known figure on the green forest road in South China, an escort of the Golden Dragon Escort Agency.
After the flag was hung out, no one in the southern states, no matter the land or waterway, dared to take action.
At this moment, Sun Delong opened his eyes: "What's the point? Aren't you going to support this kid?"
"Why are you supporting me? Are you trying to stand up for this kid?"
Huh!
The two of them were stunned at the same time, their eyes flickering, and finally they focused on Cheng Dalei.
On the second floor, Tang Rucai and a few others stuck their heads out and looked down. They were shocked when the Cao Gang arrived, and now the Golden Dragon Escort Bureau has arrived. How can a person commit suicide to offend both forces at the same time?
Cheng Dalei was sitting there, still drinking tea leisurely. He suddenly raised the teapot and asked, "Who will add water?"