Lin Nan was stunned. Then, he laughed and pointed at Yang Xing."Are you trying to say that he's the mysterious literary giant?”
"That's right. Those poems were written by Yang Xing. I, Xiong Wu, can testify for him!”Xiong Wu puffed out his chest.
"Ridiculous. Then I can still testify for Lin Nan. Those poems were written by Lin Nan. Lin Nan was that literary giant.”Hou Liangjie stood behind Lin Nan and helped.
"Of all the people you can pretend to be, do you really think we're all fools?”Cao Fahua mocked.
The surrounding guests also began to gossip.
Xiong Wu was so anxious that his face turned red. Yang Xing was really that literary giant. He had written those poems right in front of him!
"I can testify as well."
At this moment, the zither music stopped. Ziyan looked over.
Coincidentally, their eyes met. Yang Xing's lips moved slightly.
Zi Yan didn't know if she understood Yang Xing's lip language, but she avoided his gaze.
"Miss Ziyan can testify? Could this person really be that literary giant?”
"I heard that it was Courtesan Belle's Day, and that literary hero relied on these poems to get a chance to interact with Miss Ziyan.”
"That's impossible. I don't think this person can write such a murderous poem.”
At this moment, almost everyone at the birthday banquet became noisy. Their attention was attracted by this matter.
Even Director Chen and the others, who were sitting on the leader's seat, cast their gazes over.
Yang Xing stood up with a smile and ignored Lin Nan and the others. He walked to a long table with desserts in the middle. At every step on the long table, he placed a wine glass and poured wine.
Yang Xing stood at one end and bowed to Director Chen with his fists clenched."Teacher Yang Xing of Zi Yang College wishes to congratulate the old principal on his birthday. This junior is not talented, so I'll recite a few poems to liven up the old principal.”
"Please." Director Chen also looked at this person expectantly.
The surrounding people could hear the subtlety in Yang Xing's words.
A few poems?
Could it be that he did not just write one poem?
"My daughter dares to write for Teacher Yang.”Zi Yan stood up and said at this time. She had seen Yang Xing's handwriting.
She believed in Yang Xing's talent. The poem he would write later would definitely be a masterpiece. It would be a pity if he could not leave behind a calligraphy treasure.
"Sure." Yang Xing nodded.
Zi Yan immediately ordered people to prepare paper and ink.
Lin Nan and the other two were restless at this moment.
"Could that literary giant really be Yang Xing?”Hou Liangjie muttered softly.
"Impossible, that kid. Previously, he was only at the Soul Realm. How could he have such a state of mind to write such a poem?”Cao Fahua refused to believe it.
Lin Nan did not say anything, but the wine in the wine glass in his hand was rippling.
"Teacher Xiong, is Teacher Yang really that literary giant who wrote poems in Spring Swallow Brothel?”Ouyang Qingqing blinked her big eyes and questioned Xiong Wu.
Xiong Wu drank a mouthful of wine happily. It felt good to say something that he had been holding back for so long. Miss Qing Qing, listen quietly. You will know the answer soon.
To be able to hear Brother Yang compose a poem was a great blessing in life.”
Ouyang Qingqing looked expectantly at Yang Xing, who was standing in front of the seven cups of wine.
Then, the two people she admired the most were the same person.
Lin Nan let out a long breath. The entire birthday banquet fell silent. Not a single sound could be heard.
He picked up the first glass of wine on the table and drank it in one gulp.
"Good rain knows its season, it will only happen in spring.
The wind entered the night and moistened everything silently.
The clouds on the wild path are all black, and the fire on the river boat is only bright.
At dawn I see the red and wet place, the flowers are heavy in Jinguan City.”
The beautiful context was completely different from the poem that Lin Nan had written previously.
While Yang Xing finished reading, Zi Yan had already written half of it.
"Good poem…"
Just when everyone was about to praise him, Yang Xing took a step forward, picked up another glass of wine and drank it all.
"It's hard to meet and to part, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered.
Spring silkworms to death silk is exhausted, wax torch ashes tears dry.
In the morning mirror, I only worry about the change of my hair. At night, I should feel the cold moonlight.
There is not much way to Pengshan, and the green bird is eager to explore it.”
It was another poem. At this moment, the air seemed to have quieted down. They were all in the realm of poetry.
Ziyan had just finished her first poem, so she could only speed up.
This time, no one spoke again, because they roughly understood the meaning of the seven glasses of wine.
However, they were also curious. Could this person really write seven peerless masterpieces?
It was the same step and the same cup of wine.
After the wine, the poem began.
" The vast and mighty sorrow of parting is like the setting sun, and the whistling whip points to the east to reach the end of the world.
Falling red is not a heartless thing, but it can be turned into spring mud to protect the flowers.”
This was already the third song!
At this moment, even the old principal couldn't help but stand up. The others also stood up without saying a word, staring at the person who was drinking and composing a poem in the middle.
"Grape wine, luminous cup, if you want to drink pipa, hurry up immediately.
Drunken Lord Grim on the battlefield, since ancient times how many people have fought?”
This fourth poem directly changed the atmosphere from before. Everyone felt as if they were on a battlefield.
Those who had been on the battlefield felt as if they had returned to the past in an instant.
track five
"Drunk, I light a lamp and watch the sword.
Eight hundred miles under the command of the roast, fifty strings turn the sound of the Great Wall.
on the battlefield, autumn draws troops.
The horse was fast, and the bow was like a thunderbolt.
To finish the king's affairs, to win the fame of life and death
It's a pity that it happened for nothing!"
Some of the soldiers were already breathing heavily. They wished they could return to the battlefield and fight the enemy.
After the sixth cup of wine, Yang Xing's face was already slightly red.
" The wind blows, the clouds fly,
I'll return to my hometown, oh!
How can we have brave warriors to guard the four directions?"
Hearing this poem, the Second Prince closed his eyes and clenched his fists.
After the last cup of wine, Yang Xing seemed to have slowed down.
"To the east is Jieshi, to view the vast sea.
The water is so clear, and the mountains and islands stand tall.
Trees grew everywhere, and grass grew luxuriantly.
The autumn wind blew, and the waves surged.
The movement of the sun and moon seems to come out of the middle;
The stars are bright, as if they come out of the sky.
I'm so lucky that I can sing songs to express my aspirations."
The last poem pulled everyone back to the battlefield. It was as if they were also on a high mountain, looking at the sea and feeling the brilliance of the sun, moon, and stars.
Everyone present could not calm down for a long time.
Suddenly, several whirlpools surged out from the bodies of the few people at the birthday banquet!
This was a sign of a breakthrough!
Due to the fact that many people had broken through, most of the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi in the Purple Sun Institution's territory had flowed into the manor on the top of the mountain.
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