Fantasy: The teacher’s martial soul turned out to be a green caterpillar

Lin Nan was stunned for a moment, and then pointed at Yang Xing with a big laugh: “Do you want to say that he is the mysterious literary hero?” ”

“That’s right. Those poems were written by Yang Xing, and I Xiong Wu can testify to him! Xiong Wu held his head high.

“Ridiculous, then I can still testify for Lin Nan.” Those poems were written by Lin Nan, and Lin Nan was the literary hero. Hou Liangjie stood behind Lin Nan and helped.

“It’s not good to pretend to be anyone, pretend to be that big literary hero, you really think that we are all fools.” Cao Fahua said sarcastically.

There was also gossip among the surrounding guests.

Xiong Wuqing’s face was red, Yang Xing was really that big literary hero, he wrote those poems in front of himself!

“I can testify too.”

At this time, the sound of the piano stopped sometime, and Ziyan looked at this side.

Just opposite Yang Xing’s four eyes, Yang Xing’s lips moved lightly.

I don’t know if I understood Yang Xing’s lips, Ziyan’s eyes were a little evasive.

“Ziyan girl can testify? Could it be that this person is really that literary hero? ”

“I heard that it happened to be Huawei’s Day, and that literary hero got the opportunity to get along with the Ziyan girl by relying on these poems.”

“It’s impossible, I see that this person is young, and he doesn’t look like a person who can write ten steps to kill one person and not stay for thousands of miles to carry such murderous verses.”

At this time, the entire birthday banquet was almost noisy, and they were attracted by this matter.

Even Dean Chen and the others, who were sitting at the head, cast their eyes.

Yang Xing stood up with a smile, directly ignored Lin Nan and the others, walked to a long table with desserts in the center, and placed a wine glass and poured fine wine at each step on the long table.

Yang Xing stood at one end, his hands clenched into fists and saluted Dean Chen: “Ziyang Academy teacher Yang Xing congratulated Old Dean Chen on his birthday, juniors are not talented, a few small poems are said to help the old dean.” ”

“Please.” Dean Chen also looked at this person expectantly.

The people around heard the subtleties in Yang Xing’s words.

A few little poems?

Could it be that he didn’t just write a song?

“The little girl is brave, ghostwriting for Teacher Yang.” Ziyan stood up at this time and said, she had seen Yang Xing’s ghostly font.

She believes in Yang Xing’s talent, and the poem she wrote is definitely a masterpiece, and it would be a pity if she couldn’t leave Mo Bao.

“Yes.” Yang Xing nodded.

Ziyan immediately ordered people to prepare the paper and ink.

The three of Lin Nan were fidgeting at the moment.

“Could it be that Wenhao is really Yang Xing?” Hou Liangjie muttered quietly.

“Impossible, just that boy. Before, it was only a soul realm, how could it be possible to write such a poem with such a state of mind. Cao Fahua didn’t want to believe it.

Lin Nan was silent, but the wine glass in his hand was full of waves.

“Teacher Xiong, is Teacher Yang really the great writer who wrote poetry in Chunyan Lou?” Ouyang Qingqing blinked her big eyes and interrogated Xiong Wu.

Xiong Wu took a sip of wine happily: “Cool, cool, cool.” After holding things for so long, it is cool to say it. Miss Qingqing, listen quietly, and you will know the answer in a moment.

It is really a great blessing in life to hear Brother Yang composing poetry. ”

Ouyang Qingqing looked at Yang Xing standing in front of the seven glasses of wine expectantly, if Teacher Yang was really the mysterious great literary hero.

Then the two people she admired the most were not one person.

Lin Nan exhaled a long breath, and the entire birthday banquet fell silent, and no sound could be heard at all.

He picked up the first glass of wine on the table and drank it directly in one gulp.

“Good rain knows the season, when spring is happening.

Dive into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.

The wild paths are dark, and the rivers and boats are unique.

Xiao look at the red and wet place, and the flower is heavy on the official city. ”

The beautiful context is very different from the poem written by Lin Nan before.

After Yang Xing finished reading here, Ziyan over there had already written half of it.

“What a poem…”

Just when everyone was about to praise, Yang Xing took a step, picked up a glass of wine again, and drank it freely.

“It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, and the east wind is powerless.

The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns into ashes and tears and begins to dry.

Xiaojing but sad clouds change, night groaning should feel the moonlight cold.

Pengshan has no way to go, and the blue bird is attentive to visit. ”

Another song, at this moment the air seemed to be quiet, and they were all in the poetic realm.

Over there, Ziyan had only finished her first poem at the moment, and she could only speed up.

This time, no one spoke again, because they probably understood the meaning of the seven glasses of wine.

But they are also curious in their hearts, can this person really write seven peerless masterpieces?

The same step, the same glass of wine.

The wine is exhausted, and the poem begins.

“The mighty is far from the sorrowful day, and the whip points to the end of the world.

Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers. ”

This is already the third song!

At this moment, even the old dean couldn’t help but stand up, and the others stood up without a word, looking at the person in the center who was drinking and composing poetry.

“Grape wine luminous glass, want to drink the pipa immediately urge.

Drunken in the battlefield Jun Mo laughed, how many people did Gu Lai fight back? ”

This fourth poem directly turns the previous atmosphere around, and everyone seems to be on a battlefield.

The most important thing is that those who have been on the battlefield seem to return to the past in an instant.

Fifth song

“Drunk to pick up the lamp and look at the sword, dream back to blow the horn company camp.

Eight hundred miles under the fire, fifty strings to plug the outside sound.

Battlefield autumn point soldiers.

Lu of the horse is fast, and the bow is like a thunderbolt.

But the king of the world affairs, won the name of the posthumous body

Poor white happens! ”

Some people with the status of soldiers have become short of breath, and they can’t wait to return to the battlefield again at this moment and fight with the enemy.

After the sixth cup of wine, Yang Xing’s face was already slightly red.

“The wind is blowing

Weijia Hainai returned to his homeland,

Andean is on guard! ”

Hearing this poem, the second prince closed his eyes and couldn’t help but clench his hands.

At the last glass of wine, Yang Xing seemed to have slowed down.

“East of the rock, to view the sea.

The water is watery, and the mountains and islands are prominent.

Trees and grass are abundant.

The autumn breeze is sluggish, and the flood waves are surging.

The journey of the sun and the moon, if out of it;

The stars are brilliant, if out of it.

Fortunately, even alas, the song is sung. ”

The last poem pulled back everyone’s battlefield mountains and rivers, and they seemed to be on a high mountain, looking at the sea, feeling the brilliance of the sun, moon and stars.

Everyone present could not calm their mood for a long time.

Suddenly, several cyclones stirred up on several people at the birthday banquet!

This is a sign of a breakthrough!

Because of the relationship between multiple people breaking through, most of the heaven and earth auras within the scope of Ziyang Academy flocked to this mountaintop manor.