Dao fellow initiates

Everyone saw that Meng'er presented Yang Mu's poems to several princes and princesses, obviously not as bluff as Bai Xiu said, and showed them to several highnesses, naturally it is a masterpiece that has been completed, but they don't know what to write , which made everyone curious.

Bai Xiu's face was cloudy and uncertain, and he stared at Yang Mu with 1 disbeliefs in his heart, but now that the reality was in front of him, he couldn't help but not believe it.

I only hope that this poem is not satisfactory, so that several His Highnesses are not satisfied.

However, after a while, they heard a sound of slapping the table in the sixth prince's box, which startled everyone.

It's time to beat the table! ! !
Bai Xiu was overjoyed, but the word of joy didn't last long, when King Jing laughed and said, "Since Brother Liu's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" came out, the rest of the words have been discarded."

After laughing, he regretted it, and apologized: "If you make a slip of the tongue, you will be punished three times, Brother Liu, don't blame me!"

Naturally, he saw that the other party and Bai Xiu were not dealing with each other, so he deliberately presented the word to them for a while, and now he was so excited, he said the name of the word, which was tantamount to destroying Yang Mu's plan, and it shouldn't be true.

However, everyone was not surprised by the name of the word that King Jing revealed. They were surprised that King Jing punished himself three cups for saying a wrong sentence. You must know that one of them is the king of the dynasty, and the other is just a lowly grassroots. Maybe he has poetic talent, but he shouldn't be like the other party.

Could it be that some great poems actually made King Jing achieve such a level?

"Your Highness, you are being polite. It's just a poem. If Your Highness doesn't mind, Caomin is willing to drink three cups with His Highness!"

Yang Mu bowed and bowed.

Zhou Min was overjoyed, and said loudly: "Come here, fill three cups of my king's Yuling wine for Mr. Liu!"

"Forget it, the king will come in person."

Before waiting for the servants to pour the wine, Zhou Min went downstairs in person, and came to Yang Mu with a jade jug, then handed him a wine glass, and filled it up himself.

Yang Mu pretended to be terrified, bowed his head, and lowered his head over the wine glass he raised with both hands.

Seeing it in his eyes, Zhou Min didn't say much, but the smile on his face was even better.

Then he filled a glass with himself.

A mellow fragrance that penetrated the soul immediately evaporated in the air. Just by smelling this fragrance, everyone was already three points drunk. They only felt that all the wine they had drunk together was not as good as what they smelled today. A hint of booze.

Seeing the full cup in the hands of Yang Mu and King Jing, the sound of swallowing saliva kept coming and going, and everyone's eyes were hot.

Even the few princes in the boxes on the second floor smelled the aroma of the wine, and their mouths were dry. They really wanted to drink a full glass, but they were too embarrassed to ask for it.

Yang Mu has never seen a wine with such a mellow aroma. He doesn't know how it tastes, but the aroma of this wine is definitely a hundred times better than the Kangliang wine made by the Kang family sisters and brothers.

He couldn't wait to have a taste, so he respectfully toasted the other party and asked Zhou Min to drink first, before he drank the fine wine in the glass.

As the alcohol volatilized in his mouth, he felt that the profound power in his body was running on its own, the indescribable beauty lingered on the tip of his tongue, and the warm current flowed into his lungs along with his mouth, and then dispersed into his limbs and bones. That kind of extreme enjoyment, It's just maddening.

"This wine is wonderful!"

Yang Mu said in shock.

"Hahaha, Jin Yuan is considered to have a good taste. You are the No.1 taster of this wine besides me."

Zhou Min smiled smugly, because the poem shocked him too deeply, and drinking this glass of jade spirit wine with others is not enough to express his joy.

Yang Mu was a little surprised, he didn't expect that he opened the mouth of an outsider, usually there are good things, he never forgets his brother, if that alcoholic Liu Qing takes a sip of this wine, I'm afraid the gods won't do it, so I have to bring it to him Serve a pot.

"Forgive me, Your Highness, the grass-roots dared to ask His Highness for a pot of jade spirit wine."

Zhou Min's face remained unchanged, and he pretended to be surprised and said: "You are so daring, you are so daring!"

hiss!
Everyone could hear the displeasure in Zhou Min's tone.

Unexpectedly, His Royal Highness King Jing, who has always been gentle and elegant, would be angry because of a pot of wine. He clearly appreciated the other party just now, but at this moment his face suddenly changed.

Yang Mu's face remained unchanged, as the saying goes, as long as I have the ability, I'm afraid you won't hand it over obediently?

"Your Highness, please listen to Caomin to finish!"

"Say!" Zhou Min showed a hint of curiosity.

"Caomin borrowed a glass of spirit wine from His Highness, and immediately became enlightened, and his thoughts sprang up. If he borrowed three glasses of spirit wine from His Highness, it would be fine! Could Your Highness give me a pot of jade spirit wine?"

Yang Ling forced out the energy of wine to pour on his face, a faint blush appeared on his face, and he was a little drunk when he spoke angrily.

Zhou Min's eyes flashed brightly: "Will you be able to tune the song head of the water tune?"

"good!"

Yang Mu laughed wantonly.

"it is good!"

Zhou Min was also Joy, and directly agreed.

Everyone didn't know what kind of charade the two were playing, but they all became excited when they heard that Yang Mu was going to compose a poem again.

I saw Yang Mu waved his big hand, and the calligraphy and painting that had fallen on the table before were taken into his hands. He didn't care who wrote it, and with a flick of his hand, the writing on it was directly erased.

This couldn't be easier for a martial artist whose cultivation has reached the Xuanhai Realm.

I saw him grabbing in the air, and the pen and ink splashed. This scene is very enjoyable.

"Come on wine!"

Zhou Min's eyes flickered slightly, and the spiritual wine in the jade pot in his hand flew out.

Yang Mu looked up to the sky, the wine fell straight down like the Milky Way, and he swallowed it all.

With the help of spirit wine, his whole body was shaken, and the memory in his mind was a little clearer.

I saw Yang Mu holding a Xuan brush in his hand, dipping a stroke of the ink suspended in the air, and swiping the ink on the white paper:
Wine

Don't you see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea never to return.

Don't you see Gaotangmingjing's sad white hair, the morning is like a blue silk and snow is at dusk.

Life is full of joy, so that the gold is empty for the moon.

I am born to be useful, and come back when my wealth is gone.

Cooking sheep and slaughtering cows is fun, and you will have to drink three hundred cups.

Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, will be drinking, not stop drinking.

A song with Junge, please listen to me.

……

While waving his brush, Yang Mu said loudly, a little bit of drunkenness came to his heart, his tone was full of wantonness and unruly, just a few words shocked everyone.

However, at the climax, the poem was cut off like a carvin, and everyone couldn't help but feel anxious, but no one dared to interrupt, for fear of affecting the other party's creation.

Yang Mu immersed himself for a moment, then called again: "Come on wine!"

After drinking the third cup of spiritual wine, the rest of the poems gradually came to mind, writing quickly:

Bells, drums, and jade are not expensive, but I hope I won’t wake up after being drunk.

In ancient times, the saints and sages were lonely, and only the drinkers kept their names.

In the old days, Wang Chen feasted and fought for peace and joy.

What is the master's word for less money, you have to sell to the king.

Wuhuama, Qianjinqiu, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell the eternal sorrow with you.

……

When the pen stops, all living beings are silent!