Li Ziqi's pretty and graceful figure stood up and attracted everyone's attention. Of course, her words were too domineering.
Say a seven-star famous teacher is a cat or a dog?
How arrogant!
Li Xiu was startled and quickly stopped: "Ziqi, please be polite!"
A seven-star famous teacher went to the Tang Dynasty, which was enough for the emperor's brother to receive him in person.
Li Ziqi, however, had no intention of apologizing, and just looked at Cui Mingsheng blankly: "If you are not happy with my master, then you will fight him in person. What kind of skills do you think of talking and slandering me behind my back?"
Other chatters also noticed the quarrel here and looked over, especially King Qi, who asked in a low voice.
"Shuzi!"
Cui Mingsheng was furious. Not to mention that he was a seven-star now. Since he became a six-star, no one dared to talk to her like this.
"Shuzi? Master Cui, do you really like to rely on your elders and act like your elders?"
Li Ziqi snorted coldly: "Please see clearly, the person standing in front of you at this moment is not a student, but a one-star, a famous teacher like you!"
Only then did everyone remember that Li Ziqi was still a famous teacher!
There is no way, she is too young, and she really cannot be associated with the title of famous teacher!
Cui Mingsheng's face turned even more ugly: "Even if your teacher was standing in front of me, he wouldn't dare to say such arrogant words. Didn't he teach you to respect teachers?"
"Of course my teacher taught me, but he also taught me something!"
Li Ziqi directly pushed back: "Some people have high ambitions when they are young and work hard to move forward. Some people live a hundred years in vain and are not as good as a dog!"
Buzz!
Li Ziqi's body was filled with golden light, and then the light spots sputtered.
Seeing this scene, many people exclaimed.
It turned out that Jin Yu's good words broke out, which meant that Li Ziqi looked down on Cui Mingsheng from the bottom of his heart and couldn't stand the behavior of these people.
But aren't you too cruel?
He curses people but also makes some good remarks. He really doesn’t have any mercy at all.
"you……"
Cui Ming's hands were shaking with anger.
"Princess, don't you try to persuade her? It's going to be hard to deal with if it gets too big!"
Han Cangshui gloated over his misfortune.
"..."
Li Xiu smiled bitterly. She knew how much her niece admired Sun Mo. Not to mention that she was emboldened by drinking alcohol and was already going crazy. Even if she didn't drink, she still had to fight back.
"You two, calm down!"
Taifu Su became a peacemaker.
Cui Mingsheng, who was already furious, was even more furious now.
You old ghost, why don't you help me?
Isn't it just because Li Ziqi's personal teacher is Sun Mo? You licking dogs are really shameless for the sake of their divine hand and their sky-controlling spiritual pattern.
I don’t blame Cui Mingsheng for being angry.
Let alone the circle of famous teachers, in any industry, you must respect your elders. Even if the newcomer is right, if you argue with your elders, you are already wrong.
But at this time, no famous teacher stood up to scold Li Ziqi, not even the famous teachers who complimented Cui Mingsheng just now.
Cui Mingsheng looked over, and they all shrank their necks and looked away.
What can we do?
Although Master Sun is young, he is already a great master of spiritual patterns and a figure at the academic level. If we mess with him, how can we still hang out in the circle of famous teachers in the future?
In terms of fame, Cui Mingsheng is not as good as Sun Mo!
Just look at King Qi’s attitude.
"Am I right?"
Cui Mingsheng's temper also rose: "If Sun Mo can write a good quatrain, why did he urinate and leave the table?"
Cui Mingsheng is confident in what he said.
What is the most important thing about a famous teacher?
Fame!
Therefore, even a high-star famous teacher would carefully prepare this kind of banquet in front of the palace, waiting to gain a wave of fame. If Sun Mo's poems are good enough, why not show them off?
If it were me, I would have become a fairy from heaven long ago, overshadowing all the famous teachers in the room.
Furthermore, in his early years, Cui Mingsheng wrote a New Year's Eve poem, which is still sung by singers. This is where his confidence lies.
Even though Sun Mo wrote a lot of poems in Dream of Red Mansions, the best ones are only at an average to upper level, and have not yet reached the level that has been passed down for thousands of years.
"What a joke. Are you the roundworm in my teacher's belly? How do you know he left the meeting with an excuse? He is tired from sitting, can't he take a rest?"
Li Ziqi sarcastically said: "Also, the fact that he doesn't write poetry is not because he is not good at poetry, but because he has always regarded poetry as a trivial matter and does not bother to compete with others."
"Haha, poetry is a trick? Don't brag so wildly. If you have the ability, call Sun Mo back and ask him to recite a masterpiece that will be handed down from generation to generation!"
Cui Mingsheng is running on you, he is also very smart, he will not argue with you, he will kill you with one blow, and let his works speak for himself.
"I just listened to your conversation. You have made a famous New Year's Eve poem, right? Then I will write one for you too!"
Li Ziqi grabbed the wine bottle, took another sip, and then chanted.
"The east wind blooms flowers on thousands of trees at night, and blows them down like stars like rain!"
As soon as this sentence came out, the expressions of the guests who were watching the excitement immediately straightened up and they listened attentively.
"The road is filled with the fragrance of BMWs and cars, the sound of phoenix flutes, the light of jade pots, and the dancing of fish and dragons all night long!"
The night wind blew the beautiful and refined voice of Xiao Bao Bao, and it fell on everyone's eardrums like jade.
Many people looked intoxicated. This sentence is really beautiful!
It suddenly became clear!
"The moth is like a golden wisp of snow and willows, and his laughter is full of secret fragrance. The crowd has searched for him a thousand times, but suddenly he looks back, and there he is, in a dimly lit place!"
Li Ziqi finished chanting, and then the entire hall, including the guests, the guards, and the maids and eunuchs, totaled more than a thousand people, but at this time, there was no sound.
What is a masterpiece passed down from generation to generation?
Even uneducated people can feel that this poem is awesome, the artistic conception created by the words, and the charm it exudes are fresh and meaningful, and will last forever!
Every literate person is chewing and savoring every word of this poem.
"Unparalleled!"
Li Xiu sighed and glanced at Han Cangshui, "Do you want to see Sun Mo's joke?"
Sorry, his excellence has surpassed ordinary people's understanding.
Li Xuan looked embarrassed. The more powerful Sun Mo was, the more disappointed he became. He hated himself for being blind, and then he also hated Han Cangshui for being mediocre.
"This famous teacher, what do you think of my teacher's New Year's Eve poem?"
Li Ziqi asked.
Cui Mingsheng's face turned red from embarrassment.
how?
Let's put it this way, I am not qualified to comment on this kind of word.
Just praise.
"Sun Mo, I, Ganli Niang, have such a good poetic talent, why don't you show it off? Why are you pretending to be a big-tailed wolf?"
Cui Mingsheng cupped his hands, stood up and left the table, hiding his face and running away.
Lu Zhiruo and Xian Yuwei immediately started shouting when they saw Li Ziqi's poem about shamefully walking away a seven-star famous teacher.
"Senior Sister is so powerful!"
Ying Baiwu pouted: "Teacher is so partial. I have never heard of these poems!"
"You're on the taijutsu route, what's the use of studying poetry?"
Helian Beifang consoled him that he was not interested in these things anyway.
Because only when they are full can they have the leisure to recite poems and compose music. As poor barbarians, their daily life is to find ways to fill their stomachs.
In the eyes of the barbarians, writing a poem to subjugate the country is worse than picking up a sheep.
"Although Famous Master Cui is a little dependent on his elders, he still wants to show his face!"
King Qi felt that Cui Mingsheng's fault was that he kicked the iron plate: "Master Cui, calm down and come back for a drink!"
With the ear of a Seven-Star Master, this kind of shouting could definitely be heard, but Cui Mingsheng just pretended not to hear it.
"If it were me, I'd leave too!"
Taifu Su smiled bitterly: "As soon as Sun Mo's poem came out, no one would dare to play with the ax in the night shift of Shangyuan from now on. Cui Mingsheng will be famous forever."
Every year on the Lantern Festival, Cui Mingsheng would definitely be pulled out and whipped to death, becoming the target of ridicule.
Li Ziqi didn't expect that Cui Mingsheng would give up so quickly that he couldn't even pour out the food in his stomach.
This won't work!
Today I want to let these people know how talented my teacher is!
"Does anyone still question my teacher?"
Li Ziqi asked, looking across the entire audience.
The guests either smiled or looked away, and no one dared to look at him.
However, there are always people who do not believe in evil, such as Xia Taikang.
"Now that it's July and the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, would you please write a poem on the theme of the Mid-Autumn Moon?"
When Li Ziqi heard this, she couldn't help but take a deep look at Xia Taikang.
Do you know that you are sending yourself to death?
How dare you use Mid-Autumn Festival as your theme?
I can chant ten songs in one breath and hang you up and beat you!
"please!"
Xia Taikang urged.
"When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine. I wonder what year it is in the palace in the sky!"
Li Ziqi starts a double kill!
Su Shi's water-melody song was considered to be the No. 1 song in the entire Song Dynasty.
Anyone who dares to say a word of this poem is bad is illiterate and will be cast aside.
Xia Taikang focused all his energy on governing the country and practicing cultivation, and was not very proficient in poetry. But as soon as Li Ziqi's water-melody song came out, he knew that he couldn't stand his joke.
"This matter is difficult to solve in ancient times. I hope that we will live long and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart!"
"good!"
King Qi clapped his hands and praised it. This poem fit his temperament of mourning spring and autumn, and it immediately touched his heart.
"I hope that we will live forever and share the beauty of the beauty even though we are thousands of miles apart! It's so beautiful!"
King Qi wiped the corners of his eyes.
The corners of Li Xiu's mouth twitched a little, but he didn't realize that he was still a literary young man.
"Why do I feel like this won't become Ziqi's dark history?"
Tantai Yutang looked at the photo stone in his hand and felt that it no longer smelled good.
"Wait and see!"
Qin Yaoguang did not believe in evil, so he poured a glass of wine and gave it to Li Ziqi: "Senior sister, this term should be drunk!"
"Yes, I love you so much. I'll drink it for His Highness Li Ziqi!"
King Qi raised his glass.
"Your Majesty, these are my teacher's words!"
Li Ziqi is humble.
"You are Sun Mo's eldest disciple, so you should drink for him!"
King Qi persuaded him to drink and couldn't help asking: "Is there any more?"
"Your Majesty, please give me a question!"
Li Ziqi prepares for three kills.
"Then let's take the Double Ninth Festival as the theme?"
The king of Qi chose a festival.
The ancients all valued sacrifices. King Qi wanted to know if Sun Mo had any erotic songs, but he didn't dare to ask.
Li Ziqi, hehe, didn’t you send your head to me to be chopped off?