My family has been wielding knives for generations, but now it's my turn to wield a pen!

"Continuous work?"

Teng Zixiu frowned immediately upon hearing Jiang Xiaobai's words.

The four-character poem he had just heard left him at a loss for how to continue.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Xiaobai wanted to come back again?

Before he could even catch his breath, Jiang Xiaobai had already spoken: "An old friend has brought some new wine and invited me to a restaurant."

"The streetlights flicker, and the aroma of wine fills the air."

"Oh……"

Upon hearing the first two sentences, Teng Zixiu's tightly furrowed brows immediately relaxed, and she smiled slightly.

This poem sounds really good, and it also evokes vivid images.

However, it lacks the charm of the previous four-line poem.

Although he is equally remarkable, he may not be... incomparable!

Thinking of this, Teng Zixiu felt much more at ease.

But just then, Jiang Xiaobai's voice rang out again: "Raise your cup to swallow the bright moon, sing a song to overwhelm the nine provinces."

Ok?

Teng Zixiu's expression changed.

Just moments ago, it was just about old friends drinking and the lamplight on the long street, but these two lines instantly elevate the entire poem's momentum.

The onlookers below also visibly became restless.

"Wow, what a magnificent gesture of raising a cup to swallow the bright moon!"

"Yes, that's quite a bold move!"

"As expected of my teacher!"

Fang Tong stood in the crowd, his face full of admiration.

However, Jiang Xiaobai's voice continued, his gaze fixed on Teng Zixiu as he calmly said, "Who can rival me today? I'll laugh at kings and nobles while I'm drunk!"

A drunken laugh at kings and nobles?

What an arrogant tone!

Teng Zixiu's hand, which had just loosened, immediately clenched again.

"how?"

Jiang Xiaobai looked at Teng Zixiu, whose face was gloomy, and said with a smile, "Would you like to... recite your five-character poem for us to hear?"

Teng Zixiu's expression changed, but before she could speak, Jiang Xiaobai's voice rang out again: "Next... Six Words!"

Huh? Again!

The onlookers below looked on incredulously.

Jiang Xiaobai stood with his hands behind his back and continued calmly, "The spring breeze blows open the wine curtains, and the bright moon shines on the tall buildings."

"One cup can swallow the rivers and seas, three cups can intoxicate a thousand autumns."

boom!

The crowd became restless again.

Jiang Xiaobai's poem truly captures the spirit and ambition within him!

Teng Zixiu's expression was once again moved.

Six-character poems are difficult to write in the first place, and it is undoubtedly even more difficult to write them smoothly and express their artistic conception.

But Jiang Xiaobai's two lines are not only fluent, but also in terms of momentum, they are no less powerful than the previous one.

He thought that since Jiang Xiaobai had written two poems in a row, even if he could still write more, the quality of his poems would be lower.

But the result?

Absolutely not!!

"I ask with a laugh, what are the affairs of this world? Nothing more than idle sorrows at the bottom of a cup."

At this moment, Jiang Xiaobai's voice softened slightly: "The long song continues tonight, let us see... the eternal elegance."

After finishing reading, Jiang Xiaobai glanced at Teng Zixiu, whose face was gloomy, and continued, "Seven words!"

As he spoke, Jiang Xiaobai glanced around and slowly began to speak.

"Fine wine in a luminous cup, I long to drink, but the pipa urges me on."

"Do not laugh at me, drunk and lying on the battlefield; how many have returned from ancient battles?"

boom!

As the last sentence was uttered, the expressions of many martial artists present changed.

Especially for those who had actually been on the battlefield, the smiles on their faces slowly disappeared after hearing the last sentence.

Several people have fought in ancient times.

With just a simple sentence, the cruelty of the battlefield was laid bare before everyone.

Ahead lies fine wine and a luminous cup, behind lies the uncertainty of life and death.

"This...is a beautiful poem!"

Lin Qinrou exclaimed in admiration, her eyes shining even brighter.

Li Zhiwei looked at Jiang Xiaobai on the stage but did not say anything.

The Marquis of Zhenbei's mansion has guarded the northern border for generations.

Hearing this poem recited by Jiang Xiaobai truly stirred up a deep sense of unease within me.

Zhang Xinnian listened in silence.

Yes, he thought of the North, of his brothers who had died on the battlefield and never returned.

In the silence that followed, Teng Zixiu clenched her fists tightly.

The other patients accompanying him also all had their brows furrowed.

From four-character lines to five-character lines!

From six-character lines to seven-character lines.

Especially the last song, no matter how dissatisfied they were, they couldn't find a single flaw.

"What's wrong?"

Jiang Xiaobai looked at Teng Zixiu and smiled slightly, "Shall we continue?"

Teng Zixiu's face was grim, and he remained silent for a long time, his expression filled with resentment.

"Haha, it seems... you're quite unconvinced!!"

Jiang Xiaobai shrugged helplessly: "Fine, then this young master will give you another poem, let's see if you're convinced... or not!"

This poem is titled "...Let's Drink!"

As he spoke, Jiang Xiaobai smiled faintly, his voice suddenly becoming louder: "Have you not seen the Yellow River's waters come from the sky, rushing to the sea never to return?"

hiss!

It's no exaggeration to say that the moment those first words were spoken, everyone present felt a chill run down their spines.

That's right, it's only the opening, but the momentum is already there.

"Have you not seen the bright mirror in the high hall reflecting the sorrow of white hair, like black silk in the morning turning to snow by evening?"

Jiang Xiaobai's expression was serious, and his voice was still passionate: "Enjoy life while you can, for tomorrow you may die."

"Everyone has their own unique talents, and even if I spend all my money, it will come back again!"

Wow!

The last sentence was spoken.

A collective gasp of astonishment erupted from the crowd.

Everyone has their own unique talents!

Even if you spend all your money, it will come back again!

This...this is some kind of divine poetry!

The students and scholars present were all trembling and had goosebumps all over!

That's right, damn it, this isn't about wine at all!

This is clearly about spirit and power!

"Everyone, he is my teacher! Look at me, he is my teacher!"

Fang Tong was so excited that he became incoherent and started yelling at his surroundings.

Lin Qinrou's gaze lingered on Jiang Xiaobai, her eyes gleaming with growing admiration. Finally, she couldn't help but turn to Li Zhiwei and say, "Zhiwei, I'm even tempted to compete with you for him!"

Li Zhiwei was taken aback, but smiled slightly. However, when she looked at Jiang Xiaobai, her eyes were also bright.

Although Tang Ningshuang didn't understand poetry, she could still sense that grandeur.

The eldest princess stood behind, and a hint of something else flashed in her eyes beneath her bamboo hat.

This guy's writing skills are absolutely amazing!

Jiang Xiaobai's voice rose again at this moment: "Let's cook lamb and slaughter cattle for fun, and drink three hundred cups in one go."

At this point, Jiang Xiaobai looked around: "Gentlemen, guests, let's drink! Don't stop!"

"I'll sing you a song; please lend me your ear!"

Upon hearing this, many people around swallowed hard.

In these verses, they seemed to truly witness a grand feast of drinking and revelry.

Everyone sat around the table, which was laden with fine wine.

The cups never stopped, the songs never ceased, and even those who didn't understand poetry were moved to tears.

Teng Zixiu's face turned completely pale.

That's right, he likes wine and also enjoys writing poems about it.

But he never imagined that wine poetry could be written to such an extent!

The front is bold and unrestrained, the middle is wild and unrestrained.

Beneath that bold and unrestrained spirit lies a touch of aloofness.

Impressed!

He's truly convinced now!

But Jiang Xiaobai's current verses continue: "Bells and drums, delicacies and jade are not worth treasuring; I only wish to be drunk forever and never wake up. Sages and worthies of the past are all forgotten; only drinkers leave their names behind!"

"Heroes of yesteryear once feasted in high towers, drinking ten thousand cups of wine and indulging in unrestrained revelry."

"Why do you speak of having little money, host? Just buy some wine and we'll drink together!"

"A fine horse, a precious fur coat!"

Jiang Xiaobai flicked his sleeve, his voice carrying far and wide: "Call the boy to bring out some fine wine!"

"To be sold together with you... an eternal sorrow!!"

The last three words seemed to explode in everyone's ears.

An eternal sorrow!

A single cup of wine can supposedly dispel all sorrows of ages past!

Outside the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, no one spoke for a long time; everyone stared at Jiang Xiaobai in astonishment.

So what if I don't understand poetry?

Because... it was almost wine, and they understood!

A gentle breeze swept across the arena, causing Jiang Xiaobai's robes to sway softly.

Teng Zixiu, standing opposite Jiang Xiaobai, stood there blankly, her body swaying constantly.

The look in their eyes as they looked at Jiang Xiaobai was nothing but shock!

This……

Is this really a poem that a human could write?!