I have a magic pot

Han Feng picked up the wine glass beside him, drank three more glasses in a row, dipped his brush in ink, and wrote directly on the second piece of rice paper.

"The golden bottle of sake is worth ten thousand dollars, and the jade plate is worth ten thousand dollars.

Stopping the cup and throwing the chopsticks, he couldn't eat.

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The road is difficult, the road is difficult, there are many divergent roads, where are you today?

There will be times when the wind and waves break, and the sails will be hung straight to the sea. "

Another poem was completed, and the shock it brought was no less than the previous one. It was astonishing as a rock, and once again shocked the audience.

Someone exclaimed in disbelief: "My God, it's actually another masterpiece handed down from ancient times, and its accomplishments are no longer inferior to the previous peerless poem."

"Wizard, this person is really a genius!"

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Amidst the exclamation, the pupils of the seven Confucians of the Heavenly Saint Academy constricted at the same time, and their complexions changed drastically.

But Han Feng didn't stop at all, drank another glass of wine, uncovered the ink-stained rice paper, and while the paper was flying in the void, he had already swiped ink on the next layer of rice paper!

"Ten years of life and death are boundless. Without thinking, you will never forget. There is no place to talk about the bleakness of a lonely grave thousands of miles away. Even if you meet each other, you should not know each other. Your face is covered with dust and your temples are like frost.

Yelai Youmeng suddenly returns home, Xiaoxuan window, is dressing.Looking at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.It is expected that the place where the heart is broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka. "

A sad lyric that has been passed down through the ages tells that the Korean wind will be drunk again, written again, and recited again!

"Last year in this gate today, the faces of the peach blossoms were red.

The human face doesn't know where to go, but the peach blossoms are still smiling at the spring breeze! "

"Pour the wine!" Han Feng drank and chanted again!

"I have a jug of wine, enough to comfort my whole life!

Bashan Chushui is desolate, abandoned in 23 years.

Nostalgia empty Yin Wen Fu, turned to the town like rotten Ke people.

Thousands of sails passed by the side of the sinking boat, Wan Muchun in front of the diseased tree.

Today, I listen to the song of the king, and for the time being the spirit of a long drink. "

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After drinking dozens of glasses in a row, Han Feng has already composed dozens of poems.

And these poems are unknown to everyone present, and the artistic conception and energy contained in the words are all masterpieces that are unsurpassed in ancient and modern times and can be handed down for generations!

At this moment, in the entire hall, there was no sound of admiration and applause, and the air was so silent that even the sound of breathing could hardly be heard.

Inside and outside the main hall, there are only the sound of the night wind blowing by the moon and stars, and the "rustling" sound of the wolf hair scraping the rice paper, leaving ink marks.

Everyone stared blankly at the young man who stood in the center of the hall and moved his pen like a knife, as if rushing into the thousands of troops and "killing the Quartet".

At this moment, Han Feng no longer drinks from a wine glass, but directly lifts a wine jar with one hand, and pours it with his head raised.

While drinking heartily, he still swiped the pen on the rice paper with one hand, but his writing speed has become faster and faster, and his handwriting has become more wild and unrestrained, like a flying dragon dancing wildly!

Han Feng's face was flushed, as if he was drunk, but at this moment his eyes were extremely bright, as if the sun, moon and stars were shining in them.

At this moment, Han Feng has entered a state of "completely forgetting himself", as if his soul has left his body, floated above the nine heavens, and returned to the original world.

He has spanned 5000 years of history, and he has seen countless great souls who have left a deep impression on the literary world and amazed ancient and modern times.

Tonight, Han Feng is going to fight wine and compose poems, borrowing the talents of the sages and heroes of the previous life, to overwhelm the top ten great scholars in other worlds!

Chapter 7 is really a god!

"Googling...!"

After ten altars of wine were drank by Han Feng alone, in the silent hall, Han Feng was surrounded by nearly a hundred rice papers. On each piece of rice paper was a shocking famous poem that could be passed down through the ages!

But at this moment, these famous articles were casually scattered around Han Feng, and Han Feng drank the last pot of wine, and his body was staggering.

He still tightly held the pen in his hand, soaked in ink, and wrote the last verse on the spot!

"The ancients were not seen before, and the newcomers were not seen later.

Thinking of the long distance between the world and the earth, I feel so sad and tearful! "

With just a few lines of poems, it is like a peerless strong man on the top of the world, overlooking the four fields, no one can stand shoulder to shoulder with him, a kind of loneliness and arrogance that is too cold at a high place arises spontaneously at this moment!

And when Han Feng's last stroke was completed suddenly, the top-notch Langhao brush was finally overwhelmed, the body of the brush cracked, and the hairs flew and fluttered one after another, like catkins falling, dancing around it endlessly...

At this moment, looking at the young figure in front of them, Tuoba Ningyue and Tuoba Yilan's eyes were filled with an unprecedented brilliance.

Especially Tuoba Ningyue, he felt the Han Feng in front of him, which gave her a new look, as if he had just met him for the first time.

He has such a talent, but he never disclosed it before. If I hadn't forced him to take the stage today, I'm afraid I would never have seen these handed down classics tonight, and I would never have seen such a wild and arrogant Han Feng!

And when Han Feng finished writing the last poem, the pen collapsed, his body couldn't help shaking, and he staggered to stabilize his figure.

At this moment, Han Feng's face turned a little red, and in his confused and bewildered eyes, he still carried the spirit of looking down on the eternity and looking down upon the heroes!

After a while, he slowly raised his head and swept towards the seven scholars of Tianshengyuan, with a wicked smile on his lips.

"Ha ha……"

Han Feng's cold laughter echoed in the silent hall and echoed in everyone's heart.

"Seven gentlemen, the younger generation has written hundreds of poems, and these poems are all 'plagiarized' in my dreams. Gentlemen, do you have any advice?"

The seven Confucian scholars on the opposite side were already stunned, everyone's foreheads were sweating, and their faces were pale!

Just now, each of Han Feng's poems was like a mountain, pressing down on their hearts, but now the other party has written a hundred poems in a row, and the horror and oppression it brings can be imagined.

It took less than half an hour to write a hundred poems. These great Confucians thought they could do it with all their strength, but each of Han Feng's poems had reached the peak level of "handed down works".

His poems are all-encompassing, embracing all rivers, people, borders, and things... The seven great Confucians each have their own way of poetry that they are good at, and they can fight with them.

However, each of Han Feng's poems is the "top point" of this way standing proudly in the past and the present. Even though the seven people know the direction to break the title, they seem to be completely blocked by a natural moat, and they cannot go beyond it!

There are a hundred poems, but there is not a single poem that can be used as "criticism", all of which are unrivaled and pinnacle works!

For a moment, a deep sense of shock and powerlessness rose in the hearts of the seven great Confucians.

At this moment, they only have one feeling, that is, the talent of the young man in front of them has already left the realm of mortals and reached the miraculous state of the legendary "Heavenly Realm".

If you want to compete with this person in poetry, even the old dean of Tiansheng Academy who is afraid of heights may not be able to do it.

As for the word "plagiarism" in the other party's words, it is even more ridiculous and ironic. One or two poems can be plagiarized, and there are a hundred articles, how to plagiarize?

These poems are all masterpieces that can last forever. If they were written by others, they would have already become famous in the mainland. How could they be written by Han Feng alone at this moment.

Could it be that these poems were really written in his dreams?

At this moment, such an absurd but extremely sure idea was born in everyone's heart.

There was a long silence, the faces of the seven Confucian scholars were pale, and they were sweating profusely. They all looked at each other, but in the end, they all shook their heads and sighed, with bitter expressions on their faces.

Although they think they have the talent to help the world, none of them can compose on the spot. Even one poem that is better than these hundred poems cannot be surpassed.

Finally, the eagle-eyed old man at the head let out a long sigh, looked at Han Feng with a complex expression, and sighed: "Mr.

"Gan Bai downwind!"

In just four words, it was tantamount to a thunder that "shocked the sky", shocking everyone in the hall.

The dignified Seven Great Confucians of Tiansheng Academy actually said such words to a young eunuch of the Great Yan Empire, one can imagine how far they were forced.

If it wasn't a last resort, if they hadn't been convinced, how could they just admit defeat?

Facing the old man's bowing his head and admitting defeat, Han Feng's face showed a hint of arrogance and disdain. He turned his back to the seven people directly, his figure staggered slightly and walked towards the hall, sneering arrogantly.

"Hehe...the Taoist of Tiansheng Academy, that's all."

That short sentence was like the last straw that broke the camel's camel's back, causing the complexions of the seven Confucians of the Heavenly Saint Academy to change drastically.

next moment.

"Puff puff……!"

The seven Confucian scholars were like the three who wrote the Zhenguo poem before, spurting blood on the spot.

The breath of the seven people fell straight down, and their realms were severely damaged, even worse than the previous three!

Because the way they practice is different from others, it is "carrying the way in writing", although the seven people only agreed to the bet with Han Feng just now, it is "a word is a prophecy" and cannot be violated.

Now, when Han Feng's hundred poems handed down from generation to generation come out, they are like a dome covering the roof, making the seven people's mood unstable, their Dao heart lost, their achievements directly fell, and they suffered heavy losses. post.

Seeing such an astonishing scene, and then looking at the back of that staggering away, everyone present was shocked in their hearts!

With his own strength, he composed three "Poems of Ding Guo" to save the Great Yan Empire from the fire and water, and in this hall, he used wine to write a hundred poems handed down from generation to generation.

It is such an astonishing talent to let the ten Taoist masters of Tianshengyuan who came to Dayan Kingdom today, the contemporary Confucianism, vomit blood and fall to the ground.

No one could have imagined that there were such "monstrous" people in the harem of the Great Yan Empire.

For a moment, looking at the "extraordinary" back, the entire hall fell into a strange silence. Everyone's eyes were full of amazement, shock, disbelief... various expressions, and so on.

But at this moment, Han Feng, who looked like a "monster" in everyone's eyes, was walking towards the top of the hall, but he was thinking in his heart.

In ancient times, there was Taibai, the Immortal of Poetry, and a hundred poems about fighting wine. Today, I have Han Feng, borrowing the talents of all Chinese sages to suppress the so-called Ten Great Confucianists of Tianshengyuan. It is also counted in this world, and it has promoted my 5000-year-old brilliant civilization of China!

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In the end, Han Feng came to Yan Emperor Tuoba Feixiong and bowed to salute.

"Your Majesty, the villain has no symptoms after drinking and may disturb the banquet. I hope Your Majesty will forgive me!"

However, at this moment, Tuoba Feixiong had already left the dragon chair, he walked down the high platform himself, came to Han Feng, and helped Han Feng stand up with his own hands.

At this moment, Tuoba Feixiong looked at Han Feng with fiery eyes, and couldn't help laughing loudly.

"Hahaha...Okay, very good, I didn't expect that in my Great Yan Imperial City, there are such 'unworldly talents' like Mr. It's really my fault that I failed to identify the 'Pearl' early!"

The smile on Tuoba Feixiong's face was extremely bright, and the appearance of Han Feng today made this colleague who was overjoyed by His Majesty Yan Emperor, also deeply amazed and shocked.

However, Han Feng still feels oppressed by the powerful imperial prestige in him and the astonishing spirit of being in the top position for a long time.

Han Fengqiang calmed down, clasped his fists and said politely: "It's my good fortune to be able to serve His Majesty!"

Tuoba Feixiong became more cheerful when he heard the words, and his brows and eyes were full of spirits. He reached out and patted Han Feng's shoulder with his generous palm.

"Sir, please go to the banquet and rest first. After today's banquet is over, I will reward you myself!"

As soon as he heard the word "reward", Han Feng's heart moved, full of joy.

It was not in vain that I got kicked by Tuoba Ningyue, and I was ordered to fight against the ten great scholars of Tianshengyuan. Now it is inevitable to "show my face", and there must be something in return.

His Majesty Yandi was generous. When news of his protection of the princess came out, he promoted himself three levels in a row and rewarded him with a set of sixth-rank "Dragon Flame Armor".

Today, it can be said that I have restored the national destiny of the Great Yan Empire and the dignity of the entire Great Yan royal family. The reward from His Majesty the Emperor will definitely be even more precious.

Han Feng saluted calmly, then turned and retreated, but was blocked by a figure halfway.

This person was dressed in a robe of ink and wash. He looked young and handsome like a monster. He was Huangfu Sheng, the national teacher of the Yuan Dynasty that day.

As soon as he saw this person, Han Feng couldn't help but tense up in his heart, but he showed a puzzled look on his face, cupped his fists and said, "Master Huangfu, what advice do you have?"

Huangfu Sheng smiled warmly, like a spring breeze blowing on his face, and said in a gentle voice: "Don't blame me, sir, I admire you very much for your amazing talent, so I want to make friends with you.

After today's banquet is over, Huangfu took the liberty to invite Xiaoyou to the State Guesthouse for a talk, how about we have a long talk? "

When Han Feng heard this, he shivered suddenly, this guy really had his eyes on him, and he wanted to have a "long talk" with him, he really wasn't a good bird.

Han Feng looked flattered on his face, but said on his mouth: "Thanks to the favor of the national teacher, the so-called friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, and the villain also admires the national teacher very much, but I think this long talk will be avoided. , Let’s have tea together again when we have a chance.”

Hearing the words, Huangfu Sheng didn't show any dissatisfaction on his face, instead he smiled more and said: "That's good, my national teacher is planning to stay in Yancheng for a longer time, but I have time to meet with you often, and slowly develop a relationship."

When Han Feng heard this, goosebumps all over his body fell all over his body, and he was sweating badly.

I thought that this guy would not be an "old glass" with a serious appearance but a weird heart.

Shaking his head secretly, he hastily cupped his hands towards Huangfu Sheng, and left without avoiding it.

But Huangfu Sheng looked at the back of Han Feng leaving in a hurry, but there was a playful smile on his face.

"This man is really interesting!"