Three Kingdoms: Do you want me to get out of here? Liu Bei, you wait

Chapter 125: Su Chen drinks and writes hundreds of poems! His skills are amazing! Mr. Shuijing is so angry that he spits blood
Su Chen nodded.

"That's natural. A gentleman's word is as good as his bond!"

"No, Mr. Su..."

When Cao Cao in the rear heard this, his expression immediately became more anxious.

In his opinion, Su Chen was just a little too angry with Pang Shiyuan and started making stupid moves.

Even he guessed so.

Not to mention Pang Tong.

After hearing Su Chen's promise, a look of ecstasy flashed across his face.

At the moment, I also have no intention of letting this God-given opportunity slip away.

He interrupted Cao Cao before he even finished speaking and took over the conversation very straightforwardly.

"it is good!"

"Then Pang Shiyuan will respectfully obey your order. Pang also wants to see how talented the famous Qilin scholar is."

After saying this, he stepped forward and drank five cups in one breath.

It's obvious that he is being petty again.

Don't give Su Chen any time to think, force him to reveal all his cards.

Just a pity.

Standing in front of him was Su Chen.

Even if there is no truth talisman to rely on.

Su Chen, who traveled through time with memories of future lives, is still not something a mere Feng Chu can fathom.

After all, what he holds in his hands is the entire poetry heritage of the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

He really has so many cards that he can never play them all.

He then began to recite beautiful poems, which came out of his mouth naturally.

"Have you not seen that the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns..."

"The moon shines brightly before my bed, I wonder if it is frost on the ground..."

"If life could always be like our first encounter, why would the autumn wind make the fan sad?"

"Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking, I will never forget..."

"A man's heart is as strong as iron until his death..."

……

Five poems were spit out in succession.

The field suddenly fell silent.

No matter whether it was Cao Cao or the Yingchuan clan, they were all shocked and speechless by these poems.

After coming back to his senses, the first thing he did was not to pay attention to the battle situation on the field, but to immediately send someone to get paper and pen to quickly write down these poems.

They consider the missing of one song to be a huge loss.

"how come?"

"Each of them is a famous piece handed down from generation to generation."

"How can there be such a horrible poetic talent in the world? This is a famous poem handed down from generation to generation, and he can write it so easily?"

Pang Tong, who was very proud at first, was stunned when he heard these poems.

Looking at the handsome young man opposite, besides jealousy, I couldn't help but feel a bit of admiration.

Although he was unhappy, he had to admit in his heart that the young man opposite him did have extraordinary poetic talent, which was far beyond his reach.

"Brother Shiyuan..."

I wrote five poems in one breath.

Su Chen took a sip of wine to moisten his throat, then he called out to Pang Tong across from him again.

But before he could finish his words, Pang Tong on the opposite side jumped up in response to the pressure.

"Each of these five poems by Qilin Talent is indeed extremely stunning, but this does not mean that the poems he wrote before were not plagiarized!"

Pang Tong looked alert, as if facing a powerful enemy.

Su Chen looked at it, smiled, and said slowly.

"Brother Shi Yuan, what are you talking about? When did I discuss the issue of "Climbing Leyouyuan" with you? I just asked you to continue drinking. I haven't finished this poem yet."

Poetry... not enough yet?
This reason not only shocked Pang Tong, but also Cao Cao and his men who were watching were dumbfounded.

After a long time, Pang Tong came back to his senses and stopped talking nonsense.

He got angry and started drinking like crazy out of spite.

He drank six or seven cups in one breath without even stopping.

Looking at Xu Chu behind him, he felt his heart beating again.

But Su Chen was still smiling.

Seeing him like this, he immediately took a step forward and began to recite poetry again.

In less than a hundred breaths, another six or seven famous poems were recited.

He turned around and immediately bowed to Pang Tong behind him, urging him on.

"Come on, Brother Shiyuan, let's have a drink!"

The situation on the field quietly reversed without anyone expecting it.

Su Chen, who was supposed to be firmly suppressed, now completely took the initiative. In the end, it was no longer Pang Tong who urged Su Chen to write poetry.

On the contrary, Su Chen was using poetry to urge and motivate Pang Tong to drink.

"Brother Shiyuan, keep drinking!"

"Brother Shiyuan, why did you stop again? Please continue..."

10 cups...

20 cups...

30 cups...

In the end, not only Pang Tong, but also Mr. Shuijing who was following him were forcibly dragged into the battle.

A round-robin battle began with Su Chen's side.

But even if it is a round-robin battle, it is useless.

Drinking contest till the end.

The accompanying guards were all lying on the ground in a mess.

In other words, Pang Tong, who has a great alcohol tolerance, is slightly better.

But no matter how much he can drink.

After all, we are still mortals.

This time, he was also drunk and dizzy. He had to support himself on the table with his hands to barely stand.

At this moment, he raised his head and looked at Su Chen opposite him. There was no more admiration in his eyes, but deep fear.

Seeing that he was in a poetic mood and still had no intention of stopping, I finally got a little panicked.

Unable to suppress the fear in his heart, he interrupted and started asking haltingly.

"Wait, wait a minute, Mr. Su...Mr. Su, how many poems do you have left to use?"

"There aren't many left. There are only about 7,000 or 8,000 famous poems handed down from generation to generation. Brother Pang, do you want to hold on a little longer?"

Su Chen smiled and finally showed his edge.

"Seven or eight thousand, you..."

Look at his brilliant smile.

Pang Tong wanted to curse as soon as he opened his mouth.

But when the words came to my lips, I couldn't say them.

Scared!

No matter if you admit it or not.

The amazing poetic talent that Su Chen just displayed really made Pang Tong feel fear in his heart.

So much so that even someone as smart as him.

At this time, no one could find a suitable excuse to refute the other party.

Su Chen didn't care at all what Pang Tong was thinking. At this moment, he really didn't enjoy writing poetry.

He stopped urging him to drink and simply picked up the jar of wine and started drinking by himself.

Every time you drink a full glass of wine, a magnificent poem pours out.

It took a full hour.

The beautiful poems echoed throughout the hall.

As Cao Cao and the others listened, their expressions changed from shock and disbelief to numbness.

As for Pang Tong and the others on the opposite side, although the effect of the wine had gradually dissipated, the more they listened, the paler their faces became.

Mr. Shui Jing, in particular, felt that his plan to slander Su Chen by risking his entire reputation was a huge joke.

Compared with this horrible poetic talent.

Who would believe that the previous poems were plagiarized by Su Chen?
Like a wealthy man with a fortune,

Who would believe that such a rich man would steal three copper coins from your house?

Those three melons and two dates were really thrown on the ground, and no one was willing to pick them up.

As soon as he thought of this, Mr. Shuijing began to have the idea of ​​retreating.

Looking around, he was already looking for a chance to run away.

However, Su Chen is not a magnanimous person who would let him go just because of his old age.

At this moment, he wrote hundreds of masterpieces in one breath.

Instead of letting him go, he walked up to him and grabbed his arm, finally breaking the last layer of window paper.

He brought the topic back to the beginning and asked Mr. Shuijing again.

"How is it? Mr. Shuijing, do you still think that Su's previous poem "Climbing Leyouyuan" was plagiarized from you?"

"Is it Su who is plagiarizing, or is there someone who is disrespectful, greedy, and deliberately slandering?!"

Su Chen's eyes were burning and sharp as knives.

Hearing his question, I felt the mocking and contemptuous looks from the people around me.

Mr. Shuijing finally couldn't bear it anymore.

With a "wow" sound, he spat out a mouthful of blood directly onto the ground.

(End of this chapter)