I trained my sister to the eighth level of boxing

Chapter 880 Kuotiangu Peak Moment

Kuotiangu is currently experiencing the peak of his drum production.

"Yan Shisan! It's Yan Shisan!" A large group of Yingying and Yanyan from all schools and sects were watching this "Yan Shisan", as well as many literati, inkmen, and swordsmen.

"Yan Shisan" leaned on the Kuotian drum, booed softly at everyone, and said softly: "My friends, please visit the fairyland of Yaochi to your heart's content, and don't disturb people's dreams."

Brothers and sisters Yu Qing and Yu Hong collapsed after drinking a cup. At this moment, they were lying on the auspicious clouds emitted by the Kuotian drum to sleep. Next to them were Uncle Liu Huang's seven wives and children, who were sleeping on the snack tray. Fragrance.Uncle Liu Huang has a big heart and doesn't care about it at all. He happened to have been to the world of two with Mrs. Sun.

After Lu Ziqing sobered up, he remembered that he still had to take care of Yu Qing's brothers and sisters, so he sent Kuo Tiangu to pretend to be Yan Shisan.After all, it was not good for Yan Shisan to not show up on such a grand occasion.

But Kuotian kept watch for a while, Yu Qing brothers and sisters hadn't woken up yet, but there were more people watching Yan Shisan around.At first, everyone didn't dare to disturb them, but as more and more people came, they became more courageous.

There was a beautiful woman from the Qilin sect who looked like a young literary woman, and said to him infatuatedly, "Yan Shisan, can you really speak well? Can you recite a poem for me? I'll leave right away."

Immediately, everyone around nodded.

Kuotiangu has completely turned himself into Yan Shisan, looking at the drunken crowd around him, he stretched out his hand and wrote in the air: "Chun Mian doesn't feel dawn, I hear birds singing everywhere, the sound of wind and rain at night, how many flowers fall--! "

The colorful auspicious clouds in the air followed the movements of his fingers, condensing into a series of wanton brushstrokes, and the surroundings were suddenly excited.Yan Shisan really speaks volumes!This poem is catchy, so touching!

The Wenqing beauties of the Qilin Sect are so excited, Yan Shisan really wrote me a poem!She had a lot of beautiful dreams in her mind in an instant, and she knew how many flowers fell in her dreams... Does he want to ask me to meet at night?I was so excited that I passed out.

Some people around were obsessed with poetry, and some were obsessed with calligraphy. The swordsmen could feel the artistic conception of swordsmanship from Yan Shisan's sword finger movements, and they were all very excited.If Yan Shisan hadn't said not to disturb Qingmeng, they would have already cheered.At present, some people are copying poems, some are studying calligraphy, and they all deliberately lower their voices, so as not to be chased away by Yan Shisan.

An old man with white hair and a childlike face jumped out from behind the beautiful Wenqing girl. He was wearing a long gown of blessings and leaning on a dragon head crutch. He looked like a senior from the Qiong Yao sect. His forehead was full of deep wrinkles. He lowered his voice, Excitedly said: "Little brother, the old Jiu Linggong also wants to ask for a poem. To tell you the truth, I have copied the "Dazhou Boys" a thousand times! In fact, this time, I come to congratulate Tianzun on his birthday. , mainly because I want to discuss a poem with you, so as to borrow some literary spirit."

Kuo Tiangu thought for a moment, this cannot be refused, this old man is too generous.

So classmate Kuotian picked up the drumsticks and came up with a song: "The white hair is three thousand feet long, and the fate is like a long one. I don't know where to get the autumn frost in the mirror."

Wucai Xiangyunning made the font, which was very chic, and then the Kuotian drum beat twice on the side of his own drum, with the rhythm like singing, and covered his mouth with his hands and said to the old man in a low voice: "Old man, I want to cry You can laugh as much as you want!"

The old man was savoring the poem, but he felt that the words were full of mystery, and he couldn't grasp the beauty for a while. When Yan Shisan mentioned it, his eyes lit up, he realized the Tao instantly, and laughed loudly, with the word "Fu" on his robe All lighted up, brightly.All the people around were touched by the blessing released by the old man, and felt comfortable all over.

So there was excitement all around, especially the grown men and those who have the right to talk about it, this song is better than the previous one!

Yu Qing and Yu Hong also woke up all at once, and when they heard some commotion around them, they rubbed their eyes and were shocked to find that there were many people around them.Look again, wow, Yan Shisan is composing a poem!

Yu Hong jumped up all of a sudden, what did I miss? !Immediately took out the small notebook and quickly copied Yan Shisan's poems.

Yu Qing only thought that "Yan Shisan" in front of her was Lu Ziqing herself, and asked with a blushing face, "Have I been drunk for a long time?"

Kuo Tiangu comforted: "Don't worry, it won't be long."

Yu Qing said strangely: "I don't know why this fairy wine is so strong, I just poured it after drinking a glass."

Jiu Linggong danced on the side, looking like a naughty boy, he said to Yu Qing: "This is Yaochi fairy wine, how much you can drink depends on how much practice you have. You brothers and sisters have no foundation, so you will naturally get drunk after a cup."

"So that's how it is." Yu Qing and the people around who didn't know what was going on were suddenly enlightened after hearing these words.

At this time, a few disciples from Tianqiong Academy came over and said anxiously: "Gong Jiu Ling, why are you always here?"

Jiu Ling said openly, "Hehe, I just got Yan Shisan's poem!"

"Brother, they are competing with Dugu Bai from Hongmeng Academy over there! You don't care about... what kind of broken poems?" Several Tianqiong disciples read it in a hurry, "That's it? Jiu Linggong, He's calling you old and incompetent."

Jiu Linggong curled his lips and said: "You guys are too young, so you can't read." He clasped his fists at "Yan Shisan" and said with a smile, "I'm just laughing, Tianqiong Academy is not good at pen and ink, even if there are people If you teach them poetry, they won't be able to learn it."

Yu Qing chewed the words for a while, and then noticed the beauty, and then looked at Jiu Ling's open heart soaring, she understood more clearly, and said in a deep voice: "This poem will change with people's moods, although literally it is old and old. Go, nothing will be achieved, but if you are not discouraged in your heart, it is a bit of self-deprecating, but you can taste a bit of pride."

Jiu Linggong said with a smile: "Exactly. The old man will not become a fairy for a long time, the difference is this open-minded state of mind. When I see this poem today, it is like seeing a mirror. I can't help but be happy."

A disciple of Tianqiong refused to accept it, and said: "This is all your own far-fetched thinking, right? How can it be so miraculous?" As he spoke, his heart suddenly moved. Just now Tianqiong Academy really lost a lot in the martial arts competition, but it's not good to do it in front of him now. If many people say it, everyone will know that Tianqiong Academy has collapsed.

If he proposes a swordsmanship competition with Yan Shisan right now, even Dugu Bai said that Yan Shisan's swordsmanship is great, presumably those of his own who are at the bottom of the academy won't be able to beat him, and will find themselves in trouble.But if you want to learn more than Cai, you will actually learn a lot of poems in Tianqiong Academy, and I guarantee that no one outside will ever hear them.

At that moment, several people muttered, and said, "Yan Shisan, we want to compete with you in poetry, do you dare?"

(End of this chapter)