Martial Arts: At the beginning, I was invited to rob the moon

Lin Hao joked with a smile.

After Li Shishi heard the words, he couldn't help shaking his head, and said: "Mr. Lin really knows how to joke, what kind of charm? These people, either they are thinking about my beauty, or they want to use me to earn fame, but they are sincere. There are very few people!"

While speaking, his eyes were full of resentment, as if all men in the world were heartless.

### Chapter 133 Good wine and good poetry, accompanied by stunning beauty###

Martial Arts: At the beginning, I was invited to snatch a marriage. Chapter 133 Good wine, good poems, and stunning companionship. After hearing the news, Li Shishi showed excitement.

"Go, take out my jar of chrysanthemum wine!"

Then he shouted loudly.

"Miss! That jar of chrysanthemum wine is thirty..."

It's just that the maid behind Li Shishi reminded me.

"Go! I tell you to take it out and take it!"

Before the maid could finish speaking, Li Shishi shouted sharply.

Obviously, this is a fine wine that is at least 30 years old.

Unable to beat her master, the maid hurriedly walked downstairs.

The place where fine wine is stored is often in the cellar, so it needs to be fetched.

However, even Li Shishi's maid was not happy, this bottle of chrysanthemum wine may have a different origin.

"Lin Shaoxia, please rest for a while, poetry needs fine wine to complement it!"

Master Li said with a smile.

There is another main purpose of going to get the wine, and that is to give Lin Hao a certain amount of time to brew his poems.

Now in public, it may take some time for Lin Hao to write a good poem.

Therefore, I want to delay for a while by taking advantage of the wine.

"It's never too late to chant poems before drinking!"

"Miss Teacher, do you have a pen, paper and inkstone?"

Lin Hao disagreed, and said loudly.

"what?"

Li Shishi was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect Lin Hao to be so anxious.

Could it be that I already have pen and ink in my belly?No time to prepare.

For a while, Li Shishi's expression was a little out of control.

"Yes! Yes!"

"Since Lin Shaoxia wants to compose poems, then Master will study ink for Lin Shaoxia!"

Master Li nodded quickly and said.

"It's work!"

Lin Hao cupped his hands slightly and said.

At the same time, I kept thinking in my mind and chose one of the poems.

A thoughtful look, extremely serious.

Jiang Yuyan was even more stunned. Her son's martial arts are almost the best in the world. Does he even understand poetry and songs?

This is too versatile!

It's just an exaggeration...

The people below the Yanyue Tower were even more jealous and crazy. The beauty was studying the ink side by side, and the bright moon was in contrast, and there was still more than 30 years of chrysanthemum wine for a while.

I'm almost dying of envy.

It can be said... Lin Hao has become the enemy of almost all men in Lin'an City.

"I'm just a martial artist, but I still want to write poetry? Please don't insult my gentleness!"

Fu Qingshan said in a very displeased manner that he could no longer care about Lin Hao's status as a martial arts master.

This time, he was paying a fee and wanted to show some limelight in front of Li Shishi and win Li Shishi's attention.

But now... the limelight has almost nothing to do with him, and Li Shishi's attention is completely on Lin Hao.

It was really unbearable.

What's more, Li Shishi has to study ink for Lin Hao himself. This behavior is like a woman chasing a man.

"What Mr. Fu said is true, a Jianghu man who wields swords and swords composes poems in front of us... It's an insult to gentleness!"

It wasn't just Fu Qingshan who thought so, but someone else echoed it.

They were rivals in poetry before, but now they are fighting against each other and standing on a united front.

"Hmph! Then let him compose poems. I'd like to see what bird poems he can make!"

"Haha! It's fun to make a fool of yourself in front of Miss Shishi! I'm just waiting to see the show!"

"If you make a poem that is different from shit, today will be interesting!"

"..."

Everyone laughed.

These so-called literati are all mocking, and no one is optimistic about Lin Hao.

I was very jealous of Lin Hao in my heart, and now I hope that no matter how high Lin Hao stands, it will hurt as much as he falls.

Miss Shi Shi studied ink for Lin Hao herself, and prepared chrysanthemum wine for another 30 years, but in the end she came up with a nonsensical poem.

The picture is so beautiful, I dare not look at it!

"My lord! The ink has been researched!"

After a while, when Lin Hao walked in front of Li Shishi, Li Shishi was slightly taken aback and said.

Just at this time, the maid had already taken the jar of 30-year-old chrysanthemum wine.

"One more thing, can I ask Miss Shi Shi to help?"

"My lord, it's okay to say!"

Li Shishi, who looked a little shy, even changed his address. He used to be Lin Shaoxia and Mr. Lin, but now he only has the word Mr. Lin.

"Can you ghostwrite for me?"

Lin Hao said with a smile.

While speaking, the maid tactfully filled two glasses with chrysanthemum wine.

"it is good!"

Li Shishi bowed and nodded, curious in his heart, could it be that they are ready so soon?

"That's great! Then I'll make a fool of myself!"

Lin Hao looked at Li Shishi with a smile like a spring breeze, fascinated.

"My lord! It just so happens that the peach blossom wine has arrived, why not drink this precious chrysanthemum wine while reciting poems, the little girl is ghostwriting for you!"

Li Shishi instructed, and at the same time handed over a glass of chrysanthemum wine.

Lin Hao smiled and took it in his hand.

On the contrary, a look of worry flashed across Li Shishi's face.

It wasn't even time for a cup of tea, so he finished a poem, and the speed of writing the poem was so fast, it was outrageous.

I'm afraid that Lin Hao will make some nonsense poems.

Although Li Shishi doesn't particularly mind whether Lin Hao is talented, he is worried that Lin Hao will be laughed at by others.

However, Lin Hao's expression was very calm, as if he was ready.

After Li Shishi picked up the wolf hair brush and dipped it in ink, he could write at any time.

But I still asked, "My lord! Don't you need to think about it?"

It takes a long time to polish a good poem, and Lin Hao can also polish the poem if he can delay for a while.

"Need not!"

Lin Hao naturally understood what Li Shishi meant, but he didn't need these at all.

Then he nodded slightly towards Li Shishi, indicating that he was ready.

Li Shishi wrote and waited.

"The autumn wind and scenery are different under the plug, and the geese in Hengyang go without paying attention."

Lin Hao said loudly, his clear voice echoed between the heaven and the earth.

The people at the scene couldn't help but quiet down. Listening to Lin Hao's impassioned voice, they seemed to have wandered in the land beyond the Great Wall.

After Fu Qingshan and the others heard the first line of the poem, their complexions changed drastically, and they were completely stunned.

The eyes of the other wits couldn't help but widen, and they couldn't believe that it was done by a person from the rivers and lakes.

Those who don't know poetry, although they don't know the profundity of its pen and ink, after listening to it, they have a feeling of wandering.

"Mr. Fu, it is said that you are familiar with the scriptures, can you comment on Lin Shaoxia's poem?"

Someone asked Fu Qingshan.

But Fu Qingshan kept silent, and stared at Lin Hao blankly, as if looking at a monster.

And Li Shishi's wolf hair brush is like a swimming snake, writing doesn't look like words, but like painting a scene outside the Great Wall.

Li Shishi wrote with spirit, and quickly finished the first line of the poem.

It's just that there is a blazing light in his eyes, and he never thought that just one line of poetry would have a deep artistic conception.

He chewed repeatedly in his mouth, as if he still had more to say.

There was a look of admiration in the eyes looking at Lin Hao.

Then he looked at Lin Hao and nodded slightly, indicating that he had finished writing.

### Chapter 134 The masterpiece of the world resounds through the city of Lin'an###

Martial Arts: The Beginning Was Invited to the Moon to Snatch a Marriage Chapter 134 The masterpiece of the world resounds through Lin'an City "There are sounds from all sides, thousands of miles, and the long smoke sets and the sun is closed."

As Lin Hao's hearty voice came out again, all the literati were shocked for a while.

Even those passers-by who don't know poetry can feel the solemn and solemn horns outside the Great Wall, and the scene beyond the Great Wall can appear in their minds unconsciously.

Whether it is the Ming Dynasty or the Song Dynasty, they have all suffered from many barbarian invasions, and they have all experienced the misery when the country was ruined and their families were destroyed.

Even some people who have traveled to the border have seen with their own eyes that the land in the Central Plains was trampled on by barbarians at will.

In recent years, the four countries of the Central Plains have been in constant conflict with the surrounding barbarians, and the wars have continued. Therefore, most people can understand the artistic conception in this poem.

And Lin Hao's clear and majestic voice echoed between heaven and earth.

The pedestrians around Yanyue Tower all stopped, and they couldn't help looking at the handsome man above Yanyue Tower.

Behind Lin Hao, Li Shishi has a brush like a god, like a dragon and snake walking on rice paper.

Everyone looked at Lin Hao with piercing eyes, not daring to make a sound, and they were all looking forward to what kind of spectacular scene Lin Hao would paint next.

"A glass of turbid wine is home for thousands of miles, and Yan Ran is not reined in. There is nothing to do. The ground is covered with frost, and people can't sleep. The general's white hair is crying for his husband."

Lin Hao's impassioned voice echoed again between heaven and earth.

Unknowingly, everyone was filled with incomparable sadness.

Drinking a glass of old wine misses the hometown thousands of miles away, but Yan Ran has not engraved Ping Hu's achievements, and the return journey is unpredictable.

The love and hatred of family and country are all in this poem.

Now who is not moved by the broken mountains and rivers.