Wang Jun didn't know what was happening around him. His eyes were still closed.
His brain worked very quickly as he recalled these poems.
On the other hand, he was thinking about his experiences since he came to this strange world.
He was also a human. From the first time he saw the village being massacred, he was terrified, and then later, he was furious.
From the fear of killing someone for the first time, to now, he was used to it.
He was always making decisions under the arrangement of fate.
Advancing would lead to a boundless future, retreating would lead to a bottomless abyss.
This world will definitely be mine!
Wang Jun shouted in his heart.
If everyone knew that he was thinking about something else, they would be even more shocked.
He felt a little thirsty, so he stretched his hand into the air beside him.
A scholar who knew what was going on was bringing the wine over and carefully placing it in his hand, afraid that it would disturb his current mood.
From Sima Xiangru's Fu in the Eastern and Western Jin Dynasties to Shi Huiyin in the Ming Dynasty.
In the Tang Dynasty, the moon shone brightly. In the Song Dynasty, the spring water flowed. Du Fu built a thatched hut. Su Dongpo cooked Huangzhou fish. Du Mu went to visit prostitutes. Liu Sanbian also went to visit prostitutes.
Yuan Zhen once changed the world, Li Yi 'an Jin Se missed Hua Nian for no reason, Ouyang Xiu loved his niece.
Wang Jun closed his eyes, drank a mouthful of wine, and "composed" a poem. After three pots of wine were finished, three hundred poems were produced!
In the vast square, there seemed to be countless shadows dancing.
Wang Jun only wanted to shout, I'm not fighting alone!”
With the support of countless legendary figures from his previous life, a small Xu Jing like you can actually match up to him.
He suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Xu Jing coldly, but it was as if he was looking at a distant world.
"Kill a person every ten steps, leave no trace for a thousand miles.
When the matter is over, I will brush my clothes and leave. I will hide in a deep place and tell my name.”Who could be more carefree than Li Bai?
"The waves have been washed away, and the heroes of the ages.”Who could be more heroic than Su Shi?
"Last night, the rain was sparse and the wind was sudden.”Who could be more graceful than Li Qingzhao?
How could a man of the ages be his match?
……
……
With a crisp clang, Xu Jing's trembling hand finally could no longer hold the wine cup. The wine cup fell to the ground and shattered into countless pieces.
Silence, silence.
After an unknown period of time, Wang Jun finally stopped his crazy performance.
However, the people in the monthly commentary were still unable to shake off this emotion.
After several rounds of scholars, the first one to wake up fell to the ground.
He stroked his sore right hand and looked at Fan Wangjun as if he was looking at a god.
Wang Jun drank too much and staggered to Xu Jing.
He pointed at his nose with a finger, shook it, and said softly after burping,"
"When I rot, I'm not as good as you. When it comes to writing poems, you…are inferior to me.”
Xu Jing's face had already changed color. While he admired this person's unparalleled talent, he felt even more ashamed.
The entire place was still silent, so even though this sentence was spoken very softly, it clearly fell into everyone's ears.
At this moment, the scholars naturally believed this sentence. They had already prostrated themselves in admiration of this Young Master Jun's poetic talent.
No matter how high Xu Jing's reputation was, if it was poetry.
Those who listened to Wang Jun's recitation of 300 famous ancient poems would have a hard time in the future.
It was impossible to believe that there would be someone whose poetry could surpass Wang Jun.
Everyone had long believed what Wang Jun said. There were so-called geniuses in the world.
What was that just now? That was a technique that only the immortals in the poem had!
At this moment, everyone on and off the field looked at Xu Jing with disappointment, pity, and disdain.
He thought to himself that this generation's master had a good reputation for half his life, but he actually lost his virtue in his old age and fought for fame with the younger generation.
Moreover, he had suffered a crushing defeat. Some people even spat, as if they wanted to draw a clear line between them and Xu Jing.
Xu Jing looked at Wang Jun as if he was a monster.
His eyes were filled with sadness. For some reason, he suddenly felt a tightness in his chest. He covered his mouth with his white sleeve and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Look, Mr. Xu is vomiting blood."
"Serves you right. If I were you, I would have found a rope to commit suicide.”
Xu Jing heard all the mocking voices, and she became even more furious.
"Young Master Jun is indeed a great talent, but I'm afraid that the word 'sovereign' is just an empty title.”
Xu Shao walked out from his seat. He knew that Wang Jun's reputation had reached its peak.
If he didn't come out soon, the reputation that the two of them had accumulated would probably go down the drain.
Without waiting for Wang Jun to take a look, Chen Deng had already danced and said,""Young Master Jun is our Prefecture Overseer, Envoy Wang.”
The crowd was in an uproar when they heard this.
The young girl and the young married woman were even more infatuated. They wanted to snatch Wang Jun back immediately.
He was tall, rich, and handsome. He was the Prefecture Overseer of a prefecture, talented, and handsome.
She was simply their favorite partner.
The scholars looked at Wang Jun with admiration.
"Drunk on the knees of a beauty, awake to kill.”
This was a man's dream, and Wang Jun had achieved both.
He's really a role model for my generation.
At this moment, Wang Jun had finally finished the last pose Li Taibai had done in the past and fell into a drunken dream under the watchful eyes of everyone.
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