Eternal First Son-in-law

Seeing that Sherwin was actually using wine as the subject, Xu Wuzhou kindly reminded Mr. Chongnian: "For such a simple question, I'm afraid you won't be willing to lose at that time. Would you like to change it?"

"If you find it difficult, this question won't work. If you want to change it, then you can change it. You can also ask you to write the question." Mr. Chongnian said.

"Well, the truth is always so unacceptable. For example, the truth that Jixia Academy is **** also makes you angry." Xu Wuzhou sighed, "Let's do this."

Mr. Chongnian snorted coldly, thinking that you can curse a few more words, and your tongue will soon be lost.

"Although it is for the reputation of Jixia Academy, but after all, I am a big bully than you. Then I will come first and give you time to think slowly." Mr. Chongnian is about to stand up.

"What are you wasting this time for? You don't want to listen to those shattered things. I'll just kill you." Xu Wuzhou said.

This guy's bragging ability is simply amazing. The lines were so arrogant that everyone present was speechless.

With such a pretentious posture, they can only say one word of service.

"Listen well. Let me start by just letting you scare and scare you.

When you are drunk, you are happy, but when you are not drunk.

Movement and appearance are all dances, mountain language composing poems. "

Xu Wuzhou didn't directly zoom in on the move, but took out Zhang Yue's "Work in Drunk". Although it is not as good as those ancient masterpieces, it is also a good one.

Even if the person in front of him was erudite, Xu Wuzhou didn't believe that he could do better in an instant. What if there is?

The big deal is to throw out such a unique skill as will enter the wine. In the five thousand years of China, only Wen Dao is the mainstream, and generations of generations have been willing to take this path, and now that he can borrow all this alone, he does not believe that you can compare it.

A poem out!

Sherwin was stunned.

Many scholars stayed.

Mr. Chongnian stayed too.

Unexpectedly, this boy could really make it. And it's really a great piece.

The joy of drunkenness is clearly visible and full of artistic conception.

Many people looked at Mr. Chongnian, waiting for him to overwhelm Xu Wuzhou with a poem.

But after waiting for a while, he never saw him speak. This makes many people look weird, can it be... Mr. Chongnian really can't compare.

This is impossible. How old is this kid, how can he be really talented, how can he stump Mr. Chongming.

Mr. Chongming stood there, his head spinning fast. Given him time, he is confident that he can make such a poem.

But...in a short time, he really couldn't do it. And even if he was given time to do it, he didn't dare to say that he must be overwhelmed.

This makes his face a little ugly, should he give in?

Thinking of gambling, Chongming would naturally not admit defeat now. He looked at Xu Wuzhou and said, "Is this really yours?"

Xu Wuzhou laughed and looked at Chongming and said, "I know you are looking for excuses for prevarication. Calling you hypocrites doesn't count as wronging you."

Chongming hummed: "Although the poem is good, it doesn't mean that I can't make it. It's just that you can't tolerate your trickery."

Chongming's words made the people present look at Xu Wuzhou suspiciously. Mr. Chongming is a great scholar and a gentleman, and he is worshiped by the world. No one thought that Mr. Chongming would be inferior to Xu Wuzhou. With his words to guide, many people started to make up for it.

"No wonder, it becomes a poem in a flash, and it is so good."

"It turned out to have been done a long time ago. It's a speculation."

"I watched him come in with Lord Xuancheng. He should have an appointment with Lord Xuancheng."

"The grandstanding villain! Follow this blog!"

"Gluck! It's so ridiculous!"

"Insult Jixia Xuegong, just use this as a pavement."

"Mr. Chongming still has eyes like a torch, such a villain, don't compare him."

"..."

The people around, ridiculed Xu Wuzhou one by one, and also complained about Mr. Chongming.

Sherwin's face was also a little ugly at this time, he knew if it was a fake. It was obviously Mr. Chongming that you suggested me to write a question, but now I am asking others to misunderstand me and Xu Wuzhou.

Sherwin was neutral before and he also admired Mr. Chongming. Suddenly there was a feeling of disgust, and the great Confucian in Jixia Academy was nothing more than that. Maybe he was really a hypocrite.

"Get out, it's not welcome here!"

"Hurry up! Mr. Chongming can also be insulted by you!"

"What qualifications do you have to compare with Mr. Chongming!"

"..."

The sentiment was irritated, and they glared at Xu Wuzhou one by one, spraying Xu Wuzhou.

Xu Wuzhou laughed and looked at Mr. Chongming and said with a smile: "You chose you, but now you slander me and him. Forget it, I already knew you wouldn't admit it. In that case, forget the game just now. Then let's forget it. Than."

Mr. Chongming glanced at Sherwin. He really didn't trust Sherwin. Because he didn't believe it, Xu Wuzhou was able to compose such a poem in an instant.

"How to compare?" Mr. Chongming asked.

"You are up to you. You can come out until you are convinced!" Xu Wuzhou looked at Mr. Chongnian coldly, "I want to know what excuses you hypocrites from Jixia Academy can make."

Xu Wuzhou's contemptuous words once again angered Mr. Chongnian. Regardless of his demeanor, he looked at Xu Wuzhou and said: "If you don't want a tongue, then it will make you perfect. Instead, you have to see where your courage comes from such an arrogant attitude."

"Make a question!" Xu Wuzhou said, looking at Mr. Chongnian.

Mr. Chongnian snorted coldly: "Then it depends on how you convinced me and won me."

"Just take wine as the subject!" Mr. Chongnian thought, even if the two of you colluded, I would never think that I would use wine as the subject again. You would definitely not prepare two poems the same.

Xu Wuzhou snorted, probably guessing Mr. Chongnian's idea, but your idea was wrong.

"Then listen carefully!

Recently, I sing when I drink, and my drunken dance poems are becoming crazy.

Wudou Jiesheng still hates less, but not too much. "

Xu Wuzhou picked up a piece of Yuan Zhen's "Follow the Word" and read it out. Although it is not a masterpiece of the ages, can Yuan Zhen's poetry be poor? This is a big man who has made the famous saying, "It used to be difficult, but Wushan is not a cloud."

Seeing Xu Wuzhou becoming a poem in an instant, Mr. Chongnian raised his brow slightly. Could this guy really prepare two poems? This one is also the best work.

Others also looked at Xu Wuzhou with weird expressions, wondering if he was really talented or ready.

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