Cultivation of the strongest Internet bar system

Qiu Minglan stroked the qin lightly, the sound of the qin was like the tinkling of a clear spring in a secluded clear valley, and it was like a woman whispering, pouring out her heart.

In front of him came a series of poems written by the talented downstairs, which were placed in front of the table for them to choose.

After being reminded by Sun Jian, Li Nanbei immediately understood that if he wanted to help Song Ren tide over the difficulties, he must at least make his holy hall a place that scholars all over the world flock to.

The so-called prestige has also become extremely important.

Sun Jian was able to use the judgment here as an important criterion, which surprised Li Nanbei.

It seems that this Zuixianju is really not a simple place.

For this competition for the top spot, Li Nanbei also understood, isn't it equivalent to writing lyrics for a female singer?

Isn't that simple? !

As the field became more and more lively, Li Nanbei also called the servants and began to scribble on the paper.

The young man took the paper, he was stupefied, he stumbled for a long time, but he didn't speak.

The eyes of the people around were all attracted, why did it stop suddenly?

"Say, you can't read?!" Li Nanbei felt a little embarrassed, and stared.

The little servant had a bitter face, wondering: "Young master, you wrote this...this."

You can't let him just say the guest's handwriting is ugly, right? !
After stuttering for a long time, the boy finally recognized some, stumbled and said: "Dangdang you are old!"

The noise around fell silent for a moment, and everyone looked at this boy in disbelief.

What kind of word is this to compete for the top?

Don't you know that women are most taboo about the word 'old'? !

Many people looked over with great interest, wanting to see which idiot was trying to make such a word.

Seeing that it was a young man in white clothes who was competing for the top spot, they all laughed out loud: "Haha, I don't know who is so incomprehensible, it turns out that he is a boy with no hair at all!"

"Haha, coming here at such a young age is quite romantic!"

"That boy, keep reading, haha, you're laughing to death!"

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The laughter continued, but Li Nanbei was complacent. He stared at the boy and said impatiently, "Do you know how to read? Are you an illiterate?!"

That boy has never been so speechless, good guy, you wrote the word like a dog chewed it, and you still want to ask me if you know me? !
Even if you call for the scholar of Wenge from the imperial court, he doesn't even know him! !

But he still didn't dare to say these words, so he could only try to recognize them with a bitter face, and continued with difficulty: "Hair hair is white. Drowsy and drowsy"

Some people around ridicule, some people are dissatisfied.

How could he curse Miss Minglan like this? !
Someone couldn't help but scolded: "You don't come here to mess things up, do you?!"

"How can you make a song out of vernacular words? I think this kid is here to make trouble!"

Some people blow their beards and stare and want to show Li Nanbei some color!
Sun Jian also shrank his neck at this time, and said with a bitter face: "Oh, my brother Li! How can you make such a word? Isn't this a vernacular? And the meaning is not good."

Li Nanbei glanced at the people around him impatiently, and calmly said to the boy: "Keep reading!"

Qiu Minglan also heard the noise downstairs. Behind the plain screen, she glanced down curiously. Seeing that it was the little straight man, she pricked up her ears curiously while playing the piano, listening to the content below.

The little servant could only continue with a bitter face: "When you are old, you can't walk anymore.

Dozing by the fire, recalling youth.

How many people have loved your youthful and joyful moments.

Admire your beauty.

False or sincere.

Only one still loves your godly soul.

Love the wrinkles on your old face."

While reading, the surrounding voices became quieter, and a trace of surprise appeared on the faces of these people.

There was also a hint of surprise on the boy's face, and he became more and more emotional as he read.

How can the vernacular have such a poetic flavor?
It's obviously a vernacular, how can there be such an artistic conception?
Qiu Minglan's piano sound was a little softer, and her eyes shone with a little light. Isn't that the case for a person like her who is in a party?

When youth is gone, I will be like Sister Hua.
"When you are old.

drooping eyebrows
The lights are dim and uncertain”

Qiu Minglan's tears suddenly fell down uncontrollably. She reached out to wipe it away, but she couldn't finish it no matter what.

The sound of the zither stopped, but not many people paid attention to it now, they were all listening to the boy reading the vernacular poems written by Li Nanbei.

Even the maid who served her personally forgot to remind her young lady at this time, and looked down with a foolish face.

"When I'm old
i wish
This song is for you"

The crowd was silent for a long time, and after a while, Sun Jian and others came to cheers: "Good! Good words!"

The boy was a little at a loss, this poem was clearly in the vernacular, but it implied such power, but he was almost belittled by him, and he felt a little uneasy at this moment.

Li Nanbei didn't care, and waved his hand to let him send it up, to the oiran.

Someone around realized that the sound of the piano had stopped, and secretly thought it was bad!
"Wait!" Mr. Yuan, who was the first to write the poem, stood up and pointed to Li Nanbei, "Can this be considered poetry?"

Li Nanbei frowned: "How can it be counted?"

Mr. Yuan sneered: "I admit that your writing of this paragraph is really good, but judging from the rhyme, it is clearly vernacular. How do you compose it?"

Mr. Yuan looked at the people around him, then sneered and said, "When will the vernacular be able to compose music? Aren't you embarrassing Miss Minglan?!"

The people around also reacted at this time, yes!

When will Dabaihua be able to compose music? !
If it is possible, what poems and songs are needed? !

Qiu Minglan also regained her strength. Although the vernacular is beautiful and moving, composing the music has become a difficult task.

Li Nanbei was speechless. Does this mean that I want to compose my own music to prove it?

Young Master Yuan stared at Li Nanbei and said, "A gentleman's four arts, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, don't you know how to do it?"

Sun Jian was a little anxious, so he wanted to call out the name of Li Nanbei Poetry Immortal, to open the eyes of these short-sighted things!
Damn, how dare you disrespect Shi Xian? !
I rewarded you with a poem and didn't thank God to accept it, and dare to speak out to mock the run?

Li Nanbei quickly stopped him, signaling him to be safe and not to be impatient.

Sun Jian was taken aback, could it be possible that poets can compose music?
When it comes to the real four arts of a gentleman, only a small number of people can master them. Who has so much time to take care of so many things?They all specialize in one.

Li Nanbei got up and took out a strange thing from the system backpack in his hand.

I saw Li Nanbei holding the things in his hands and said in pain: "I wanted to get along with you as ordinary people, but I didn't expect to get ridiculed and run on in exchange."

"I won't pretend anymore! It's a showdown! I'm the God of Songs!"

Many people were taken aback, what the hell is this?

God of song?crazy? !

A few days ago, there was a poet fairy, and now you are pretending to be a song god here? !

In fact, Li Nanbei was also a little speechless. To be honest, he was indeed tone deaf.
But I can't stand Lao Tzu's high Jianli skill at the master level of proficiency! !