Smuggler of Two Worlds

Chen Ang snorted.

I poured myself a cup of tea and drank it in one sip, opened the mouth and said: “The world is indulged in it, and the desires are hard to fill. In just a few dozen cold and heat, they are all begging But reluctant, giving up and not being able, and getting away without hesitating.”

“When I came to the head, I realized that everything was vain, but I was dying, and there was no time to go to waste. It is really It’s a great sorrow. For this 2nd… let’s take the title of “Hong Chen”. It doesn’t matter whether it’s “seeing through” or “indulging”, it doesn’t matter if you make it.”

After that, Chen Ang gave himself Pour a cup of tea.

This time I didn’t drink it in one sip, but tasted it slowly.

Hong Chen?

The dozens of scholars from Heyang City in the field could not help looking at each other in blank dismay.

Compared with the first question, this question is undoubtedly much narrower in scope, but it is also much more difficult!

For youngster, at least, the vocabulary of Hongchen is too profound, without sufficient experience and insight. If it is just piled up with words, it will eventually appear flashy and ultimately fall behind.

Even more how is still improvisational poems, and the creation of poems must be completed in a very short time.

Under all kinds of conditions, the subject of’Red Dust’ is like a nightmare.

The Jinling trio frowned directly and thought hard. Yuwen Cheng, who had just lost a game, couldn’t help but start pacing back and forth.

In comparison, Jiang Fan is still sitting leisurely on a chair, with Erlang’s legs tilted, patted his shoulders, and motions to Lin Wanqing, who is standing behind him, to rub his shoulders.

In such occasions with outsiders, Lin Wanqing is very obedient, basically what Jiang Fan asks her to do, she will do.

So even though he was not very skilled, he still pressed Jiang Fan gently.

With the support of the powerful Martial Dao Realm, the strength is so wonderful, and it can be smoothed by the Qi within the body, making this kind of kneading, even if unfamiliar, still makes Jiang Fan Extremely comfortable.

So Jiang Fan leaned on the back of the chair, closed his eyes, and enjoyed it intently.

Chen Ang not at all Look at anyone. Since Jiang Fan finished the first poem, his eyes have always been focused on Jiang Fan.

The reason why the 2nd question will have the question of “Red Dust” is actually to test Jiang Fan.

He wants to know what level Jiang Fan’s poetry has reached!

The poem of the first question made Chen Ang very amazing. The level of the poem, even Chen Ang himself, would only be done when emotions occasionally come in his life. come out.

Basically, Chen Ang is very convinced that the first poem written by Jiang Fan has reached the height of his poetry, the Imperial College of Supreme Learning Supreme Tutor.

And Jiang Fan is still improvising poems! This is too terrifying!

It’s no wonder that the few masters enshrined by Prince of Wu’s Manor rated Great Zhou as the first poet of Great Zhou. They really have real ability!

When today’s competition is over, it seems that I must find the poems that Jiang Fan has written before and observe it.

Look at what kind of work it is to get such a high evaluation!

Chen Ang thought silently in his heart.

Almost after a cup of tea, the youngster facing the old man suddenly cleared his throat, breaking the silence in the room.

“Old Lord Chen, I am all right.”

Chen Ang turned his head and looked towards the youngster facing the old man, slowly nodded.

youngster breathes deeply, saying loudly: “You don’t hear the red dust and bitterness when you are young. It’s a good year to smell it. Outside the Dragon Sect for ten years in the cold window, Yu returned to his hometown as a sage. No one asked if he lived in a poor city. Wealth and wealth are only money. The Yaochi feast is infinitely green, there is a line of red dust on Heaven’s Line, and the jade pan delicacies the neon clothes song. It is not as good as an acre of field in a mountain village.”

Chen Ang raised his eyebrows slightly, nodding his beard and said: “Yeah. Yes, it’s higher than the first one. Although you still can’t escape the word “deliberately”, it’s quite impressive to be able to write such a poem on this topic at your age. Contrast contrast, skillful technique, plus improvisational poems, you can judge a middle-upper.”

When Chen Ang was more satisfied with his poems, the youngster facing the veteran could not help but relax, his face appeared. With joy, he bowed and saluted Chen Ang.

It’s just that before the bow was finished, a slight snoring sound suddenly came from my ear.

“Snoring~~咻~~”

The snoring is not loud, but the 2-Layer in the restaurant is very quiet, so it sounds very clear.

In an instant, everyone’s eyes turned towards the snoring place.

I saw Jiang Fan leaning on the back of the chair, enjoying Lin Wanqing’s massage. The whole person has fallen asleep…

Suddenly everyone’s eyes are watching, Lin An embarrassing expression appeared on Wanqing’s face.

The hands that were still pressing Jiang Fan’s shoulders stopped subconsciously, while gently pushing Jiang Fan.

After all, the time is too short. Jiang Fan has just fallen asleep and he has not had time to fall asleep, so Lin Wanqing woke up directly after pushing him like this.

The body trembled and rubbed his eyes, only to realize that everyone was looking at him. Jiang Fan couldn’t help but wonder.

“The time that should be used for thinking, but you fell asleep, can the old man think that this is because in your opinion, there is no difficulty in improvisational poetry? After knowing the topic At that moment, you already have a complete work?”

Chen Ang said calmly.

“Huh? Ah, this…time is a bit long, because I want a post-production, so I am boring to wait, plus Wanqing press is really too comfortable, so I fell asleep unconsciously , I’m really sorry.”

Jiang Fan apologizes very sincerely.

“Okay, let the old man have a good knowledge and insight, listen to your poem, what is it!”

Chen Ang angrily said.

Jiang Fan quite understands why Chen Ang is angry, but Lin Wanqing can only blame him for pressing very good. It is a hypnotic master. Who can stand it?

After a dry cough, Jiang Fan paused. Just when the youngster facing the old man couldn’t help but ridicule, he finally opened the mouth and said: “Taohua Temple in Taohuawu, under Taohua Temple Peach Blossom Fairy; Peach Blossom Fairy grows peach trees and picks peach blossoms for wine.”

Huh?

The anger on Chen Ang’s face dissipated.

The youngster facing the old man was complexion stiffened, and immediately appeared a shocked expression.

“Wake up only to sit in front of the flowers, drunk and come to sleep in the flowers; half awake and half drunk day after day, the flowers will bloom year after year.

In the wine room, I don’t want to bow in front of the chariot;

Chen Ang has closed his eyes. Following Jiang Fan’s chanting, he shook his head quite rhythmically, his face filled with emotions as if he were enjoying.

“If the rich and the rich are better than the poor and the humble, one is on the ground and the other is in the sky. If the poor and the poor are compared to a carriage, he has to drive me free. The world laughs at me too crazy, I laugh at the world to see through; no five Tomb of the mausoleum heroes, no flowers and no wine…hoe Zuotian.”

“Okay!”

Just after Jiang Fan finished reading, Chen Ang opened his eyes sharply. At the same time, there was a good cry.