world free fairy

Chapter 783
Take three steps!

Drink three glasses of wine!
Make three poems that can last forever!

The hearts of many scholars who originally intended to make things difficult for Yang Chen seemed to be ignited and became hot. This is a grand event through the ages. If I can meet it, my name will go down in history along with this feast. known to posterity.

These three poems, each one, are full of words, and the pen and ink are fragrant!
Especially the third song, majestic and detached, like a fairy in a poem, carefree and contented, five-flowered horses, golden furs, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and let me eliminate eternal sorrows with you!

"Anything else, another song!"

Many people want to know if this current sage has any limit, and also want to know where is his limit?
Yang Chen did not refuse anyone who came, with a smile on his face, he responded loudly, without saying any other nonsense, he directly took a step ahead, the fourth step, the fourth glass of wine, the glass in his hand slammed and fell to the ground.

"Golden bottles of sake are worth ten thousand dollars, and jade plates are ashamed of tens of thousands of dollars. Stopping the cup and throwing chopsticks, I can't eat it, and I look around at a loss when I draw my sword. If I want to cross the Yellow River, I will climb the snow-covered mountains of the Taihang River. I am free to fish on the Bixi River, and suddenly Going on a boat again and dreaming of the sun. The road is difficult! The road is difficult! There are many divergent roads, where is it now? There will be times when the wind and the waves will break, and the sails will hang on the clouds to help the sea."

The fourth track is difficult!

Also with a kind of positive pride, following Yang Chen's recitation, he appeared in front of many scholars.

Every reader is stunned!

There have been four poems in succession, which are enough to be handed down for thousands of years, and the blood of every scholar is boiling, the eyes are full of inspiration, and their talents are boiling!

The fourth poem, as soon as it appeared, had talent flowing out of Yang Chen's seven orifices, a spiritual light descending on him from the heaven and earth, and a dao rhyme, blessing the looming white jade willow tree that reaches the sky behind him.

One, two, three or four... On the top of the sky-reaching white jade willow tree, there are four more light spots shining with spiritual light, which are dazzling and very gorgeous.

Yang Chen's pride is burning!
Moving on, the fifth step, the fifth glass of wine, drinking a glass of wine will improve your spirit!

"Mo Xiao's farmhouse is full of dry wine, and there are plenty of chickens and dolphins in the good years. The mountains and rivers are full of doubts, and the willows are dark and the flowers are bright. There is another village. The flute and drum follow the spring society, and the clothes are simple and ancient. Knock at the door at night."

"The spring scenery of the West Lake is back, and the spring water is green. The fragrance is rotten, and the east wind is like grits. Joining the army, the spring thoughts are like clouds, and the white hair writes poems to send the spring. Knowing a bottle of wine on the lake, you can remember people thousands of miles away. Thousands of miles think of spring. There is still love, and the guests are shocked when spring comes suddenly. Thousands of mountains are green outside the snow disappearing gate, and the flowers are blooming beside the river. It is sunny in February. The young man drinks wine in the spring, and today the spring is white."

"Suddenly outside the sword, it was reported that Jibei was harvested. When I first heard it, my clothes were full of tears. But I saw what my wife was worried about, and the scrolls of poems and books were full of joy. Singing songs during the day requires drinking, and the company of youth is good for returning home. That is, passing through Wu Gorge from Baxia. Go down to Xiangyang to Luoyang."

"Bashan Chushui is a desolate place, abandoned in 23 years. Nostalgic and empty, I heard flute and Fu, and I went to the countryside to look like a man of Lanke. Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sunken boat, and ten thousand trees are springing in front of the sick tree. Listen to the song of the king today, for the time being A glass of wine grows spirit."

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A glass of water and wine, a poem, each of the masterpieces, seemed to be free of money, and Yang Chen recited them, and then followed him, writing very quickly with the pen in his hand, without the slightest pause.

Another four famous poems through the ages appeared on the spot!
Throughout the event, all the scholars couldn't sit still and were completely shocked.

The sages and sages in the world are so talented, and their poetry has long been unique in the ages. Among the nations, no matter who it is, if they compete with Yang Chen in poetry, they will only be crushed.

"This kind of poetic feeling can be said to be a first-class figure of the gods and sages in the poem. Throughout the ages, no one can compare, let alone other things, but with poetry, the world's sage Yang Chen can also become a poet. existence of the class."

|"He has thoroughly understood poetry and mastered it thoroughly. Every time he writes a poem, it must be earth-shattering and passed down through the ages. Being in the same era as such a great talent can be said to be our glory or our sorrow. With him Now, his radiance alone is enough to cover all the proud sons of this era."

After drinking eight glasses of wine and taking the eighth step, Yang Chen looked at the lively crowd and said loudly, "Everyone, do you want more? Do you want? Do you want? Say it out loud!"

The atmosphere at the scene was completely ignited. Many scholars had already disregarded their own image, just like Yang Chen's believers, their eyes glowed with fanaticism.

"Yes~!"

"want!"

"I want more~!"

"Come on, don't stop, come on again!"

The sound was howling, like the waves of the sea, with a high momentum, the sound of music and singing and dancing was completely drowned out, the Emperor of the Great Zhou waved his hand covertly, causing many dancers to retreat.

He also had fiery eyes, staring at him like a king, Yang Chen, a sage of the age who walked among many scholars, was filled with emotion in his heart.

"I have such a great talent in Dazhou, why worry about the world being injustice!"

Listening to the call, Yang Chen smiled and said, "Okay, okay, let's do one more song, and today, I will definitely satisfy everyone."

"Stick up your ears, everyone, listen to me, this song is coming again!"

"Those who abandon me can't keep the day of yesterday, and those who disturb my heart are more troubled today. The wind sends autumn geese thousands of miles away, and you can enjoy the tall buildings. Flying, wanting to go up to the blue sky and embrace the bright moon. Draw a knife to cut off the water and make the water flow more, raise a cup to relieve the sorrow and sorrow.

Ninth song!
After taking nine steps, nine peerless poems were made!
"I remember that there was a talented scholar named Cao Laogen. When he was young, he was called by others. There are ten talents in the world, and he monopolizes eight of them!"

"Even the talented Cao Laogen can compose a poem in four steps, and his name will go down in history!"

"But Cao Laogen, who is so talented, is really like fighting the five dregs compared with the sage of the world, Master Yang. The sage of the world has a masterpiece of masterpieces step by step, which has never been seen in the ages."

"If Cao Laogen was talented and well-educated, Master Yang, the sage of the world, would be extremely talented. It is rare to have anyone who can stand shoulder to shoulder with him. We are honored to participate in such a grand event, and we will die without regret."

If the talents are similar, everyone still has some ambitions and wants to compete with Yang Chen!

If it is only a little bit short, everyone will show their carefully crafted poems in such a grand event, so that their reputation will spread to all countries.

However, when everyone's talents were crushed by Yang Chen, like a strong wind sweeping through withered grass, when they swept across the scene, scholars from all over the world had nothing to say, and they could no longer think of comparing themselves with Yang Chen.

Everyone is convinced!

On poetry!
Yang Chen should be number one in the world!

Now that Yang Chen is out, who will fight?
(End of this chapter)