[System] Guo Shi Wushuang

"If Brother Yun doesn't want to, I won't force it." The man took the step of retreating, enjoying the gazes cast on him by everyone.He has never been used to this kid who is extremely arrogant at such a young age. He has studied hard for so many years and only ranked second. He is really not reconciled.

He knew that Yun Yuan had written the poems that lead to thunder, but what if it was just a coincidence?He is also betting that when he enters the Academy of Arts in the future, if he can attend the literary meeting with the second of the seventh sons, and even get the title of a good poem, the future will undoubtedly be much easier.As for Yun Yuan, who is too young and has a long lifespan, it's okay to be his stepping stone once, right?

He persistently looked at Yun Yuan's moist eyes from drinking too much wine.Even he has to admit that this young man is extremely handsome.He already looks like a gentleman, but compared to a young man, he is nothing like mud.

Why do all the good things in the world fall on Yun Yuan?As he thought about it, he felt a little malicious in his heart.

Yun Yuan looked at him calmly, shaking the wine glass with his right hand, as if evaluating something.The man couldn't help dodging the too deep eyes, his eyes were a bit more mocking than the one in Ye Danlou just now.

Yun Yuan looked away in the next second.He used to wonder why there were always slaps in the face in those cool articles.It is now discovered that some people really want to be beaten in the face for their own selfishness.It's a good thing that Yun Yi has already left, otherwise, because of him, he might turn his back on the man and reprimand him a few words.

"Want to write poetry? Okay." Yun Yuan said with a smile, giving people a feeling of spring breeze.But those who are familiar with him know that he is unhappy.If he is not happy, that person should not be happy either.

"This kid... really doesn't take his oath seriously." On the roof of Fengyue Tower, a thin old man was lying on his back, his eyes were full of wisdom and shrewdness.Lu Buqun didn't leave Daliang, he still owed Yun Yuan something.

"Don't you see that the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning!" Yun Yuan read out the poem before everyone could react.As soon as this sentence came out, everyone in the audience looked sideways!Few poems start so boldly, but it doesn't seem to have anything to do with drinking?

No one had the heart to think about these things anymore, they watched Yun Yuan's literary energy boil to the point of transforming into form!Directly condensed into the thin gold body that Yun Yuan used recently in mid-air, writing automatically!

The sky is paper, the earth is ink, how spectacular!

Don't you want to step on me and climb to a high place?Come and try it!

Normally, Yun Yuan didn't care who looked down on him or made things difficult for him.It doesn't matter, the name of the text, I will give it to you if you want it.Today... the timing is not coincidental.

Today's literary meeting, this culture that is completely different from modern times, the romantic song performed by Yunyi and Qu Nishang, this strong wine that makes people cry... actually made him a little confused...

Longevity, everyone pursues longevity, but so what!

He has no relatives that he misses, and he is happy with the situation, but it does not mean that he will not miss his hometown.Anyway, he, Yun Yuan, is just an ordinary person.

Sadness comes and goes quickly, and it always needs to be vented. Yun Yuan chose to drink in a low-key manner, but was interrupted.One can imagine his mood.

"Don't you see Gaotang Mingjing's sad white hair, the morning is like blue silk and the evening is like snow!" The young man's tone was soft, with a drunken hoarseness, not like the coexistence of heroism and sadness in the poem.But this kind of voice faintly makes people feel like they have seen a banished immortal who transcends everything.

If it weren't for Lu Buqun, the semi-holy faith power and flame still stirring in his body, without a point of relief, he wouldn't be able to compose this poem smoothly.Lu Buqun was too excited that day and gave too much. He never taught his students.I never thought how dangerous his profound cultivation would be in the body of a scholar.

Take this opportunity today to let it all out.

"To be happy in life is to have fun, don't let the golden cup be empty to the moon..." Yun Yuan raised his wine glass high and drank it down.The sound of the wine glass slammed, and every line of poetry that emerged caused everyone's pupils to constrict.

"I am born with talents that will be useful, and if a thousand gold is gone, it will come back!" The young man's voice was suddenly high, and at this moment, as if God had just realized it, he deduced the vision violently.The boy's eyes were red, as if a fire was burning!What a vigorous fire of life that is!

Yun Yuan's black hair spread white from the root of his hair, still soft and elegant, but it was so white that it was alluring.Even if it is the most beautiful god demon in the world, it is probably not as good as his current demeanor.

"Hahaha!" Yun Yuan laughed lowly, and the laughter was wanton and agitated, but Ye Gucheng and Mo Tiangong, who could hear it most clearly, found that apart from the heroic spirit in the laughter, it was even more sad.

What kind of things did a 16-year-old boy go through to make it so complicated?

When Lu Buqun read the first line of the poem as a teenager, he communicated with the semi-sages who were thousands of miles away, and jointly suppressed the vision in the house.The Yellow River is changing!Others don't understand, don't they half saints understand?

This is!The poem of the Nine Layers of Thunder!The flying dragon is in the sky!It is the great luck of the human race!It's his strategist's future luck!

This poem has a strength of character that transcends the Three Realms!It is said that a poem about the catastrophe of flying dragons can prolong life by half a year!The gift of luck is that people who are able to walk on the road can meet noble people by chance!

"Who is this young man! Flying Dragon Tribulation at this age?! Never seen before!" The half-sages saw clearly the room through Lu Buqun's perspective.Many old people can't believe it.

"There is really a rolling river, and it wants to come from the sky!"

"What kind of vision is this?"

"This person is from the state of Qin! Your state of Qin is about to rise." The half-sages discussed, using all their strength to stop the revealing of the vision, and help Yun Yuan fight against the thunder disaster.With such a great talent, he must not be harmed.

It's just a poem to persuade people to drink, how could there be such a commotion... Lv Buqun drank his own life, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.He had to erase the memory of some people.But a person like Lu Buqun couldn't help thinking, Yun Yuan is such a great talent in poetry, coming to his strategist...is it buried?

When Yun Yuan said this, his mind was already clear.He also wondered if he had read too exaggeratedly. He didn't know that the Yellow River thousands of miles away was boiling because of him, and he didn't know that if it wasn't for the suppression by the half saints, Fengyue Tower would have been destroyed by such a vision.

Zijin was piled up in front of him, and when he touched it, it felt cold, it was real Zijin!Rare metals that are hundreds of times more expensive than gold!The pocket purple gold in front of me is worth ten years' income of some small nobles.The second he touched Zijin, he smiled wryly.It is estimated that it will be struck by lightning again!I'm used to it!

If later generations read this poem, it may also trigger changes in the Yellow River.During the battle, the water of the Yellow River is drawn from the sky, and it is submerged. Wouldn't it be strong!

"Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle is a pleasure, and you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time." Exquisite dishes appeared on everyone's table, and the wine in the cup was automatically filled. Compared with the wine just now, it was not the same level of fragrance.

This is the fine nectar of the gods, a gift from heaven and earth!One gift, three hundred cups!

Scholars don't know the goods, but Mo Tiangong and Ye Gucheng recognized them, and took a deep breath.They obviously guessed the grade of this poem!

"Yefuzi, Tiangongsheng, will drink, don't stop drinking." Originally, Li Bai's "Will Enter the Wine" called Master Cen and Dan Qiusheng, referring to Cen Xun and Yuan Danqiu respectively, the ancestors of these two people Probably haven't been born yet.Yun Yuan changed his mind, they are the only friends who are familiar with him, right?

"Let's play a song with Junge, please listen to me." The voice of the song Feng Hua Xue Yue suddenly replaced by Yun Yuan echoed in the ears of the two of them, and Mo Tiangong's drinking movements became more and more unruly, holding up the pot to drink, And Ye Gu City... unexpectedly so!

Happiness... In the past 20 years, has it ever been so happy?Ye Gucheng originally cherished the fine nectar and jade dew, but now he drank it like water.It is a blessing in life to be friends with this son.

"The song of the king, you have to listen to everything you have." Mo Tiangong murmured in a low voice, but the teasing words did not reach Yun Yuan's ears.

"The bells, drums, and jade are not expensive, I hope I won't wake up after being drunk..." The voice turned low again, those prospective scholars who had not yet experienced the baptism of culture were really drunk by the vision, and the examiners also became dizzy. Never hear the following.

This poem is not for everyone.In addition to literary status, you also need your own luck.

"The ancient sages are lonely, but the drinkers keep their names!" Ye Gucheng and Mo Tiangong raised their glasses to invite each other when they heard this sentence!I am afraid that their names will be passed down through the ages with this poem!

"When Chen Wang was in the old days, he feasted in peace and joy, and had a lot of wine fighting..."

"Master, why do you say that you have less money, you have to sell it to the king." Yun Yuan's words were full of rare mockery.When he was young, Yun Yuan experienced some things that were looked down upon by others.He and his elder sister suddenly lost their parents and had no more gold and silver. Even when they went to eat, they were asked to pay first.In the verses overflowing with pride, there is sadness and sadness everywhere.

It's just that Li Bai hid it too deeply, but he was too lazy to hide it.

"Five-flowered horses, Qianjinqiu, call people to exchange for fine wine..." A famous horse appeared in front of Yun Yuan, and suddenly turned into wine, but Qianjinqiu was draped on his body, and the Chinese clothes set off the Qing Dynasty. With white hair, everyone is drunk without wine.

"Selling together with you, eternal sorrow!" Yun Yuan stood up and held on to the flagon, and drank it down with the two of them in one gulp!The three hundred glasses of wine were all drunk by the three of them!

Following Yun Yuan's last words, a green thunderbolt struck from a strange place, and the young man's already beautiful face became more and more refined under the thunder, as if his mortal aura had faded away.But that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt!

No one has ever produced such effects at such an age!The shield added by Lu Buqun only blocked it for a moment, and Yun Yuan became scorched black.And the black mortal body twitched twice, revealing a more perfect body.

One big stick and one candy?Yun Yuan had fun while suffering.After receiving the clothes from Yegucheng, he changed into them with difficulty.

"I, Mo Tiangong, have traveled all over the country, and I am used to enjoying the scenery of the Seven Kingdoms." After drinking too much, Mo Tiangong slightly opened his clothes to disperse the heat.He is not used to dressing up like a literati. A Mohist, with all his organs, is really not suitable for hiding in such clothes.

"But the most beautiful scenery is Brother Yuan." Yun Yuan's black hair turned into white snow, which didn't damage his face, but was extremely enchanting.

"Shen Yao, probably so."