Daning Dynasty god-level sign-in system

No, no, no, never admit defeat easily!

what can we do about it!

what can we do about it?

What should I do! ?
The big man was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, his face was covered with beads of sweat!

"Damn Beiliang people, do you know how powerful they are now?"

"It's not that I have no one in Da Ning, but that Xiao Yan doesn't bother to be as knowledgeable as you!"

"Now you know how powerful Mr. Xiao is! It's too late! Did your face hurt from the beating?"

Lightning flashed in the big man's mind, his nervous expression suddenly disappeared, and he started laughing out loud!
"Is this Beiliang man crazy?"

"He can still laugh!"

Dahan: "I almost forgot, that topic requires not only writing lyrics, but also composing music! I almost fell for you!"

"what?……"

"Uh!……"

"Is there such a thing?"

"But our words are obviously many times better than yours..."

The big man laughed wildly triumphantly: "What's the use of that? It is stipulated that you must compose music, otherwise you will still lose, won't you? Xiao Yanxiao is a talented man, the champion of the new department?"

The excited crowd suddenly died down.

The sudden reversal caught them off guard!
Looking at the longing faces, the big man felt even more proud.

"What's the matter? Didn't everyone stop talking? Wasn't it embarrassing just now?"

Xiao Yan often sighed, pointed at the big man with a whip in his hand and said, "The ignorant are really fearless!"

The big man panicked for no reason, wouldn't he?
Could he still compose the tune?

"What do you mean by that? Could it be that you can compose music?"

"Our Mr. Xiao Yan and Xiao are omnipotent, you can find out if he can compose music!"

"I advise you to listen to "Butterfly Transformation"!"

"There is also a famous poem through the ages, called "Water Tune Getou——When will the bright moon appear", let's listen to it together."

The big man was still very stubborn, "I don't know what you are talking about, if you have the ability, let's compose music and see it now?"

"Young Master Xiao..."

"The No. [-] Scholar..."

"Uncle Zhongyong..."

Alas, there is no other way, the young master is going to show off again today.

Xiao Yan cleared his throat, and sang the song Rolling Yangtze River East Passing Water.

Not to mention, his voice is powerful enough, and he interprets this song very penetratingly.

A heavy charm of history is perfectly expressed.

When the song is over, everyone is mesmerized!

For a long time, I still can't fully recover.

Xiao Yan: "Do you want to run now? Is this the usual style of you Beiliang people?"

The big man wanted to take advantage of the chaos and was discovered, "I suddenly remembered that something was missing, and I just wanted to look for it."

Xiao Yan: "Master's lyrics are ready, and the music is also composed, you can go back and meet your messenger!"

Standing here, the big man was already on pins and needles, wishing to leave sooner, but Xiao Yan's words sounded like a fairy, and he was about to slip away immediately.

Xiao Yan: "Wait a minute!"

Ten thousand grass and mud horses galloped past the big man's heart. Although he didn't want to stop, he turned around, "Is there anything else?"

Xiao Yan: "Go back and tell your Northern Liang envoy to prepare him for the whipping of Uncle Ben like a storm!"

The big man paled, "Why are you so rude? Don't you call yourself a nation of etiquette? Don't you ignore the most basic etiquette?"

Xiao Yan looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: "You are not qualified to talk about etiquette with me, you are just clowns, you just need to deal with it in the most brutal way! Get out!"

The big man was furious in his heart, but the situation was stronger than others, so he had to grit his teeth and slip away.

Xiao Yan pointed at the back of the big man and said: "The panic is like a bereaved dog, what kind of bullshit is the Liang mission, it's nothing more than that!"

"The number one scholar is brave! It's so relieved!"

"The Immortal of Linjiang - The Rolling Waters of the Yangtze River in the East" is indeed a masterpiece handed down through the ages, Xiaosheng has been taught!"

"Uncle, should we just let that man go like this?"

Xiao Yan: "Leave him alone, let him go back and tell his master that I, Daning, am not at the mercy of others. I still have a poem, who is willing to send it to the Sifang Pavilion for me?"

"What? There are words?"

"what does this mean?"

"What word is it? Zhuangyuan Gong!"

Xiao Yan: "Northern Liang people like to talk about things with words! I will let them read enough today! So, of course, it is a word related to the Yangtze River!"

"Such a good job, I'm going."

"You look too ugly, let me go!"

"You're so short, you'll lose face in Daning if you go there, so let me go!"

All of a sudden, everyone signed up enthusiastically, wanting to go to the Sifang Pavilion to show off their might.

Xiao Yan raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, "Everyone, don't be crowded, keep quiet, I still have several poems, there are still opportunities, and if one person takes the poems, others can also follow to support the appearance."

As a result, the scene suddenly became quiet.

Below Xiao Yan, he continued to splash ink.

NND, I just wanted to do it with a poem, but the arrogance of the Beiliang people is obviously very arrogant. Either they don't fight, or they have to be subdued if they want to fight. From the bottom of their hearts, they don't dare to mention poems.

The previous poem had a strong sense of history, and it definitely shocked the hearts of Beiliang people.

Now let's have a more graceful song, what's the matter?
After a short while, Xiao Yan had a bottom line in his heart: Alright, let's just this song!

Bu Suanzi · I live in the head of the Yangtze River
I live at the head of the Yangtze River and you live at the end of the Yangtze River.Day after day, thinking about you, but not seeing you, drinking the Yangtze River water.

When does this water end, when does this hate end?I only hope that your heart is like my heart, and it will be worthy of love.

As soon as the writing brush was put down, after the handwriting was completely dry, Xiao Yan said: "Which compatriot would like to go to the Sifang Pavilion?"

"I--"

"I--"

"I--"

Xiao Yan shot his eyes around, and suddenly saw a familiar figure, he pointed at that figure and said: "Xue Dingbang, come here!"

"Schrödingbang?"

"Who is Schrodingbang?"

Xue Dingbang was a little flattered, he and Xiao Yan only met once, but he didn't expect that the number one scholar still remembered him as a landed Juren.

"Uncle Zhongyong, I—Xiaosheng..."

Xiao Yan: "You don't want to go?"

Xue Dingbang: "Yes! I am willing to serve Uncle Zhongyong!"

Xiao Yan: "Then don't want mother-in-law and mother-in-law, manly man, go back quickly! Don't lose my face."

Xue Dingbang took the rice paper, carefully shielded it on his chest, and said excitedly: "Uncle Zhongyong, please rest assured, Xiaosheng will definitely live up to his fate!"

When he left, a large group of people followed. It seemed that there were at least one or two thousand people.

"Uncle, they have already left, is there any other words below?"

Some impatient people couldn't bear their temper and asked.

"What are you in a hurry for? Didn't Mr. Xiao already say it just now? There are still several songs!"

"Ahahaha! Of course I know, I'm not too excited!"