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Poet sage.

He looks like a sixty-year-old man.

Wearing a white shirt that doesn't fit well and looks too big.

Holding a wine gourd in his hand, he walked a little lightly.

His eyes were slightly blurred, and he smelled of alcohol.

Looks like he drank too much.

For many strong people, if they don’t want to get drunk, they will never get drunk.

But they enjoy the feeling of being drunk.

Even if you look drunk, you can actually sober up in an instant.

Even so, it still gives people an unfathomable feeling that is beyond the ordinary world.

"Senior Poet Saint."

Everyone saluted.

The Poet Saint waved his hand: "No need to be too polite, no need to be too polite. Today I am just a spectator who comes to appreciate poetry, hahaha."

The poet smiled handsomely, raised his head and took a few sips of wine.

"Gu Changsheng, my dear friend, how about a drink?" The poet staggered to Gu Changsheng and asked with a smile and blurry eyes.

Gu Changsheng bowed: "Junior, I won't drink anymore."

"Hahaha, where is the Qingzhu doll?"

Lin Qingzhu owed something: "Senior Poet Saint."

"Hahaha, okay, okay."

Whoosh——

He then jumped up and arrived in front of Empress Shengyao and the others.

"Your Majesty the Empress, Mr. Wei, Mr. Zhuge, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Zhuge Chen: "What good thing happened to Your Majesty the Poet?"

"Hahaha, to be honest with you all, I passed by Tianxia Poetry Tower and went upstairs to take a look. One of the first couplets really caught my eye. It took me some time to correct a few second couplets, so I came a little late."

Empress Shengyao raised her dark eyebrows: "Your Excellency, Poet Saint, I wonder what the couplet is about?"

The poet stood up, raised his hand, and his eyes suddenly became clear and deep from blur.

He kept waving his hands in the air.

A line of elegant and beautiful handwriting that gathered spiritual power appeared.

Wangjiang Tower, Wangjiang Flow, Wangjiang Tower Wangjiang Flow, Jiang Tower is eternal, and the river is eternal.

Xu Fengqiu: "..."

As soon as this couplet came out, everyone frowned.

"Beautiful! Great talent!"

"Is this couplet written in the Tianxia Poetry Tower? It is really beautiful. The Tianxia Poetry Tower is located on the river."

"It can be seen that this couplet was improvised by the author after seeing the Tianxia Poetry Tower. Such talent is admirable."

"..."

"What a couplet! So beautiful." Zhuge Chen touched his beard and sighed.

"Senior Poet Saint, I wonder who wrote this couplet?" Gu Changsheng asked with a bow.

The poet shook his head: "This couplet has not been signed yet."

Empress Shengyao asked: "If you want to match the second couplet of this couplet in a short period of time, you can imagine how difficult it is. I wonder what the second couplet of the poem is?"

"Hahaha!"

The poet laughed loudly, and quickly wrote down the second couplet he was facing under the first couplet in the air.

The poetry competition stage is a competition for poetry talent. The poetry competition stage is a competition for poetry talent. The poetry stage is peerless, and the poetry talent is peerless.

"Good! What a poet! You are worthy of being the Poet Saint! I admire you! I admire you!" Wei Yannian stood up and exclaimed with excitement.

Because these extremely talented people, after seeing the first couplet, they have already begun to read the second couplet in their hearts.

After a while, I realized that it really wasn’t that easy.

I also saw the poem sage’s second couplet, which was extremely neat, and I couldn’t help but admire it.

The poet shook his head: "It's neat, but the first couplet is so beautiful. It is a beautiful scene that people can associate with each other at a glance, and poetic talent and eternity are not at odds with each other. Therefore, the second couplet that I have done is still not good enough." ”

Zhuge Chen said: "In that case, how about starting today's poetry meeting with this couplet on Wangjiang Tower?"

"Wonderful, wonderful."

"But this couplet is really not right. I thought hard about it for a while, but it's difficult." Cao Lao, a poet master, sighed with emotion.

"Your Excellency, Poet Saint, has been in a difficult position. It will only be more difficult for us. Let's brainstorm. We are all talented people. There will always be one person who can get it right today, right? Hahaha."

Li Mufeng smiled and looked at Xu Fengqiu: "Brother Xu, you know a lot about poetry. How about you? Show it to me?"

Everyone looked at Xu Fengqiu with the mentality of watching a good show.

Don't you dare to provoke, don't dare to speak, don't dare to watch a good show?

Gu Changsheng was overjoyed!

This Li Mufeng came at the perfect time.

The Poet Saint suddenly arrived just now, interrupting their process of embarrassing Xu Fengqiu.

Now, here we go again.

Xu Fengqiu did not respond, but put his left hand behind his back, raised his right hand, and waved it quickly in the air.

One word after another gradually appeared under the first couplet.

The moon well is printed with the moon shadow, the moon shadow is printed in the moon well, and the moon shadow is printed in the moon well for ten thousand years.

Everyone looked at Xu Fengqiu's second line as a joke.

However, the next second, their expressions instantly became solemn.

The poet saint raised his head and took a breath, then glanced at Xu Fengqiu's second line with half-squinted eyes.

The blurred eyes instantly became serious again.

His movements were frozen, and he couldn't help but muttered: "Yin Yue Well, Yiyue Ying, Yue Ying in Yin Yue Well, Yue Well for ten thousand years, Yue Ying for ten thousand years..."

Then, a light flashed in his eyes: "This second couplet is absolutely wonderful!"

Wow——

Everyone's eyes widened and they were in an uproar.

Zhuge Chen stood up and couldn't help but sigh: "This second couplet is really wonderful! Jiang Tower and Yue Well, these eternal and ten thousand years are all aligned."

"This is what the poet sage said: at a glance, it is a picture."

"this?"

"..."

"What!"

Li Mufeng, who wanted to see Xu Fengqiu's joke, was shocked.

what's the situation?

How can he be so precise?

How can it be!

Doesn’t Xu Fengqiu not understand poetry and prose?

How could he produce such a neat and beautiful second line in such a short time?

ah?

Gu Changsheng frowned.

real or fake?

This reckless man, does he have such talent?

The Poet Saint is not so neat in his work.

Ji Bochang and Li Sheng looked at each other and then at Gu Changsheng.

The meaning is clear.

Ah? Is this the talentless Xu Fengqiu you mentioned, Young Master Gu?

Lin Qingzhu looked up at Xu Fengqiu's second couplet and couldn't help but sigh softly: "The Jiang Tower lasts forever, and the moon shadow lasts for thousands of years. It's so beautiful."

"Ding...Lin Qingzhu's favorable impression of you is +5."

"Okay! Okay! Okay! What a moon-shadowing well, what a moon-shadowing for thousands of years!"

The poet's eyes flashed, and then he looked at Xu Fengqiu: "Xu Xiaoyou? I don't know where you come from?"

Xu Fengqiu hugged him with a fist: "Junior Xu Fengqiu has met the senior poet saint."

"Xu Fengqiu." The Poet Sheng looked at Xu Fengqiu and nodded slightly: "I have always heard that Xu Xiaoyou has outstanding talents, but I have never heard that Xu Xiaoyou has such a talent. It makes my eyes light up. I wonder if you can come up with another couplet. ?I am full of expectations.”

Gu Changsheng gritted his teeth.

Mudd!

In today's poetry meeting, he wants to become a disciple of the Poet Saint.

Instead, Xu Fengqiu stole the spotlight?

True or false?

How could Xu Fengqiu be so talented?

Xu Fengqiu said: "The juniors are not talented, so this couplet is from the juniors."

Wow——

There was an uproar.