Struggle in the early Tang Dynasty

As the ten altars in front of Guo Ye's feet were burnt with knives and knives, he was defeated, and his one-man show slowly came to an end.

Guo Ye didn't know how many Tang poems he had plagiarized and how many future poets' jobs he had lost during this half-drunk and half-awake period, but he knew very well that the face of Xiao Shen's grandson was really swollen like a pig's head. The coquettish second cousin of Zhu Bajie reappeared in the world.

Xiao Shen sat down on the ground, his cheeks were red and swollen, the corners of his mouth were bloodshot, his eyes looked at the ground listlessly, and he murmured in a daze: "Is there any more? Is there any more?"

This is not only the voice of Xiao Shen alone, but also the common voice of the men and women in the entire garden.

Are there any more?

Is there such a masterpiece of poetry that shakes the world and weeps ghosts and gods?

Xiao Shen, who lost all face, has obviously been forgotten, and everyone's eyes are on Guo Ye, confused?worship?numbness?

The end is that their eyes have their own splendor, and their hearts have mixed thoughts.

At this time, Guo Ye was no longer the unlearned and incompetent Longxi Guo Ye in the hearts of everyone, nor was he the bloody man who was praised for invincible battlefields in the storytelling passages.

It's a geek in the poetry world, a monster that is almost a demon.

At the same time, both Changsun Chong and Chen Kang and Chen Zhongda stopped their hands. One put the ink ingot on the inkstone, and the other put the wolf hair in his hand on the brush, and looked at each other one after another.

Then, they shook their hands in unison, obviously exhausted.

Chang Sun Chong smiled wryly and said: "My eldest Sun Chong's family has a long history. He was enlightened at the age of five, and was born as a child at the age of 15. In the next five years, he won the honor of being a scholar, a scholar, and a tribute. He even won the second place in the palace examination last year and became famous in Beijing. Self-confidence is very high, and I don’t look down on the scholars of my generation in the world. But today, Guo Ye and Guo Ziyi have written dozens of poems under ten altars of old wine, and the poems can be called top-grade masterpieces. Be willing to bow down."

Chen Zhongda also sighed with deep empathy: "Yes, not only the poems can be called top-grade masterpieces, but in my eyes, each of the impromptu poems written by Brother Guo today is a masterpiece, which can be handed down to future generations for future generations to admire. Remember him. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a geek in the poetry world, and he is unique. I, Chen Zhongda, have the honor to record poems for Brother Guo today, what an honor!"

"Poetry Monster!"

An exclamation came from the pavilion, and it was Wei Wang Li Tai who had been silent all this time.

Wei Wang Li Tai has read many books since he was a child, and he is favored by His Majesty Li Er, so he has repeatedly worshiped and studied under the name of the great Confucianism of the time. Otherwise, he would not be known as "favored by all princes" and "wise and virtuous among all kings".

But today, Guo Ye composes poems while drunk, and he composes dozens of poems without stopping, and each of them is as Chen Zhongda said, which can be called a shocking work.

During his silence, he secretly compared himself with Guo Ye, not to mention whether he could produce such a number of masterpieces of such quality when he was drunk. up.

How could this not shock Wei Wang Li Tai, who has always regarded himself as talented?How can you not be ashamed?

When he exclaimed "Poetry Monster" and imposed this name on Guo Ye, his whole body seemed to have suffered an unprecedented blow, and quickly shriveled up like a balloon that had been punctured with needles, with a dejected expression.

The dignified and delicate Princess Wencheng next to her still had a smile on her dignified and delicate face, and she was as peaceful as she didn't take pleasure in things or sorrow for herself. Yingying praised: "Today's Jixian Poetry Association really has a lot of people in my palace, and finally I have seen something. It’s called the article is natural, and it’s a good hand. Guo Ye wrote dozens of poems today, and they really have the same effect. The younger brother bestowed the title of "poetry monster", so I will give Guo Ye an elegant name, um... ...Guo Ye persuaded Jiu to write dozens of poems, why not give you 'Guo Quanjiu'?"

The King of Wei presents a strange poet in the world of poetry—a poetic monster?

Princess Wencheng bestowed the nickname——Guo Quanjiu?

What kind of honor is it for a scholar to be conferred by two royal families?This is not a self-proclaimed title, it is tantamount to official recognition.

Within a day, the two nicknames of Poetry Monster and Guo Quanjiu, together with Guo Ye's actions in the Wei Palace today, will spread throughout Chang'an City, and even sweep through the entire Tang scholar community.

For Guo Ye, who enjoys a high reputation among the people, this is so precious, and it will definitely benefit him in the future.

At least in the future, no one would dare to call him an uneducated and incompetent person.

hum~

The entire garden was full of discussions again, and everyone's eyes turned into admiration at the same time, and they all focused on Guo Ye again.

The halo of glory was proudly blessed again, and the international stars of later generations did not give way.

However, although Guo Ye, the person involved, was half-drunk and half-awake, his heart was as bright as a mirror, and his face was drunk but not drunk.

He has slowly walked out of the pleasure of stomping on Xiao Shen, even though he is still sitting on the ground holding the wine jar, but he is a little worried about the future.

He was a little annoyed at his impulsiveness, annoyed at himself for wanting to have a moment of enjoyment, to slap Xiao Shen in the face, but he didn't grasp the scale well, he was too unrestrained.

Why?

Just because the general trend of fame has been achieved today, what if someone asks him to fight poetry in the future?

You must know that these poems of his are all plagiarized, almost all the poems he is familiar with have been plagiarized by him, and there are very few left.

As the saying goes, there is no first in literature, and there is no second in martial arts.He won the nickname of "Poem Monster" presented by Wei Wang Li Tai, how many people are jealous of this?

From now on, as long as someone asks him to fight poetry again, how will he deal with it?

"Damn it." Guo Ye sat down on the ground and hugged the wine jar, lowered his head and said to himself, "This time I'm really too complacent and carried away. Excessive consumption and excessive plagiarism in order to show off this time is tantamount to Blocked my future escape route. In the future, if I encounter someone who smashes the field to fight poetry, what should I do? My buddy will remember these, and I will not be impressed by the others, grandma, it’s over."

Secretly anxious, Guo Ye's back was covered with cold sweat, and the breeze blew by, gradually becoming a bit chilly.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a muffled thunder sounded from the sky, awakening Guo Ye who was worried, and startled everyone present.

Got it!

Guo Ye suddenly stood up from the ground with the wine jar in his arms, raised the wine jar high up, and smashed it on the ground without doing anything. With a loud bang, everyone's attention was drawn back to himself.

In an instant, Guo Ye stood proudly like a god of war, turned his head and glared at the thunder in the sky, raised his hand and cursed angrily: "God thief, could it be that you are jealous of my talent, can't the might of the sky be unleashed?"

Is Guo Ye crazy?

This was everyone's first impression of Guo Ye's sudden angry accusations.

"Boom~"

God is very kind to face. After Guo Ye finished swearing, another thunderbolt was inoculated, and the dark clouds gradually rose. It seemed that Guo Ye was really angered by Guo Ye's disrespect for the sky.

Guo Ye pretended to change his face, walked quickly to the desk where Chen Kang was, grabbed the brush on the brush, held one end in each hand, raised it high, and continued to shout to the sky: "God, in your eyes, mortals Like an ant, how can I, Guo Ye, be an ordinary person, disrespect the heavens? Guo Ye swears here that he will write poems in the future, which violates the power of heaven and the way of heaven.

"Crack!!"

With force from both hands, the wolf hair broke into two pieces and was thrown to the ground violently by Guo Ye. The whole person swayed as if he had collapsed, as if he was about to pass out.

Seeing this, Chen Kang hurried forward to support Guo Ye, and reminded earnestly: "Brother Guo, be careful, how can mortals disrespect heaven, how can they insult heaven? There has been a proverb since ancient times, if you don't respect ghosts, you must respect geniuses!"

Guo Ye secretly praised, brother Zhongda is really a gift in the snow.

Then he pretended to be heartbroken, and choked up, saying: "Brother Zhongkang, Guo will no longer be able to compose poems, and he will no longer be able to discuss poetry with his brother. My heart aches!"

"Brother Guo's talent, even the heavens are jealous, you should cherish your blessings!"

Chen Zhongda could only persuade him with good words, and felt a burst of regret in his heart.

The eldest Sun Chong who was next to him came slowly, patted Guo Ye's shoulder, and sighed: "Guo Ye, how majestic is the way of heaven? How can you be disrespectful? Even the gods are jealous of your poetic talent, you should feel honored yes."

Obviously, the ancients had unprecedented respect for heaven, otherwise they would not compare the emperor to the son of heaven.