The First Tyrant of Daxia

He is the world-famous Gu Chuntang.

Qin Yun looked at him carefully, his eyes showing admiration, and thought to himself, "What a rare talent Gu Chuntang is. He really has some good looks!"

Full of vigor, with knowledge and calmness in his eyes.

"Master, this boy is not bad!" Old Feng gave a high evaluation in a low voice: "In my whole life, I have never seen a man as clear-minded as him!"

Qin Yun nodded and subconsciously looked at Murong Shunhua.

He actually saw a hint of admiration in the eyes of this beautiful headmaster!

At that moment, he felt slightly jealous.

The young man whispered a few words to Gu Chuntang, probably to sow discord.

Gu Chuntang's brows frowned as expected.

But he still remained polite: "I am Gu Chuntang, I wonder if you have any advice for me?"

Qin Yun smiled faintly and said, "My name is Qin Xiaobu. I heard that there is a unicorn in Yangchun Academy. His poems can move the nine heavens and his articles can bring peace to the world. I am yearning for him, so I came here to visit him."

The young man who had previously slandered Qin Yun wanted Gu Chuntang to teach him a lesson, so he immediately reversed right and wrong.

He shouted in a hoarse voice: "Humph, my senior brother is here, didn't you say you wanted to drink and write a hundred poems? Come on!"

"Senior brother, it's him!"

"Just now he insisted on seeing you. I didn't agree, so he said that our Yangchun Academy is a low-class place, and also said that we have foul mouths and are not necessarily scholars."

Gu Chuntang frowned, knowing the temper of his junior brother, and asked Qin Yun carefully: "Sir, is this true?"

"Brother, why do you care whether it's true or not!"

"Give him a hint! Let him know how powerful Yangchun Academy is!"

"Let's write a hundred poems for each drinking contest, and let everyone in the imperial capital know how powerful we are!"

Many scholars began to shout, and the crowd was very angry.

Especially with so many people on both sides of the Taiwan Strait watching, I want to stand out even more.

Gu Chuntang was reluctant at first, but followed a respected old man from Yangchun Academy out.

"Chun Tang, go ahead. There is a poetry gathering today. You can write some poems and promote the poetry of Yangchun Academy."

Respect teachers and respect learning, these four words are very important.

Gu Chuntang didn't dare to disobey and could only bow and say, "Yes, teacher."

He slowly looked at Qin Yun: "Sir, I have no ill intentions. It is fate that brings us together. Why don't you have some fun at the poetry meeting and write some poems?"

Qin Yun smiled bitterly and said, "You, the great talent Gu, are asking for death yourself, so you can't blame me."

Well, let you, Yangchun Academy, curb your arrogance and know that there are always people better than you!

The Immortal Poet Li Bai, the Sage Poet Du Fu, the Male God Su Dongpo... I'm sorry, I have to plagiarize you a lot tonight.

"Master Gu, I agree to drink and write a hundred poems. But there are conditions."

"If I lose, I will voluntarily join Yangchun Academy and work for the academy, including washing clothes and mopping the floor. If you lose, you have to agree to one condition of mine."

The voice is clear and loud, allowing young men and women on both sides of the Taiwan Strait to hear it clearly.

Gu Chuntang frowned: "Brother Qin, I don't know what conditions you are talking about?"

Qin Yun blurted out: "Do not harm morality, do not violate the law, be worthy of the country, and be worthy of yourself, how about it?"

Gu Chuntang nodded directly: "Okay, no problem."

Qin Yun looked at everyone in Yangchun Academy and said with a smile, "The promise has been made. You are not allowed to go back on your word, especially you, Gu Chuntang."

"I admire you, but I don't like people who don't keep their promises."

"If you regret it, you will bear the consequences."

"Hmph, you brat are so arrogant!" a scholar scolded.

"You're right, you're too arrogant. It's an honor for you to compete with my senior brother in poetry, and you still dare to speak so arrogantly!"

"You think too highly of yourself. Do you really think you can win? You are just a show-off."

For a time, the people in Yangchun Academy were collectively angry and made accusations one after another.

Murong Shunhua's eyes were cold, and she did not like the occasional arrogance that Qin Yun showed.

He said calmly, "You can compete in poetry, but why are you threatening me? Is this the usual style of your royal family?"

"If you lose the poetry contest later, are you going to threaten Gu Chuntang not to win again?"

Qin Yun squinted at her and said, "Can't you see that it was the people from Yangchun Academy who were the first to speak disrespectfully? And it was Gu Chuntang who proposed the poetry contest!"

"I'm just reminding you not to regret it."

Murong Shunhua frowned and said unhappily: "Bureaucracy! Humph!"

Qin Yun was too lazy to pay attention to her and waved his hand, saying, "Go away, or I won't send you into the palace."

"Are you looking for death?" She bit her red lips with her pearly teeth. She knew that this bastard was unreliable.

At this time, Mr. Feng was unhappy.

He looked at Murong Shunhua with a gloomy gaze: "Miss Murong, don't say such things again in the future!"

The tone was calm, but it gave people an unreasonable sense of shock.

Murong Shunhua's starry eyes shone, and she heard a strong threat. She looked deeply at the hunched old man Feng. Who is this old man? So unfathomable!

And he is so loyal to Qin Yun.

Gu Chuntang spoke slowly and politely: "Brother Qin, don't worry. I, Gu Chuntang, will keep my word and will never go back on my word."

"Okay then!" Qin Yun shouted, "Come here, get some wine, paper and pen!"

Gu Chuntang looked very artistic, with his sleeves rolled up, his eyes calm and full of confidence.

Hundreds of drinking and poetry quickly ignited the atmosphere of Pinghu!

Hundreds of talented men and beautiful women gathered on both sides of the strait, casting their attention.

Including the lake, the ships were arranged in a surrounding shape, guarding the two ships of Qin Yun and Gu Chuntang.

From afar, the lights are bright and it’s such a grand occasion!

Those who are good at painting have already started picking up their pens, unfolding the scrolls, and depicting the "Pinghu Hundred Poems Picture"!

Li Mu, a talented scholar who was as famous as Gu Chuntang, was sitting alone in a boathouse.

He looked outside, with a touching smile on his face: "Interesting, interesting. I didn't expect to run into such a young man at the poetry gathering today. He dared to compete with Gu Chuntang in drinking and poetry."

A maidservant said, "Miss, it's very late. If you don't go back..."

"No, I have to finish watching this poetry contest. I'm really looking forward to it." There was a hint of excitement in Li Mu's eyes, and even his face turned red.

The maid complained, "What is there to look forward to? He is just a young man. I don't think there will be any suspense. Gu Chuntang will win."

"What if this Qin Xiaobu is a rare genius?" Li Mu smiled faintly. He looked particularly handsome in men's clothes.

"Besides, if Qin Xiaobu can win, even a sow can climb a tree!"

On the Pinghu Lake, two boats are approaching each other.

There is wine, paper, ink, pen and inkstone, everything is ready.

Under the gaze of the crowd, Qin Yun stretched out his hand calmly: "Brother Gu, please go first."

Gu Chuntang smiled and said confidently, "Brother Qin should go first. I don't want to take advantage of others and be accused of not knowing etiquette.

"Are you sure?" Qin Yun raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "If I write first, I guess you won't even have the courage to speak later."

"Hi~!"

People on both sides of the strait gasped!

mad!

This is not just ordinary madness!

Old Feng wiped the sweat from his forehead. He was worried about Qin Yun. Gu Chuntang is famous all over the world, but it is not just boasting. Your Majesty, can you do it?

Gu Chuntang felt relieved and was not angry. Instead, he admired confident people.

"Brother Qin, it's okay. If your poem is so good that I am really amazed, it's okay to just admit defeat."

"Okay, that's what you said."

Qin Yun nodded, looking serious.

Seeing this, Murong Shunhua, whose white clothes fluttered, couldn't help but reveal an extremely speechless expression. This person is really ignorant!

boom!

Qin Yun smashed a wine jar with one punch, very generously.

He held up his hands, looked up to the sky and drank lavishly. The wine soaked his clothes and he felt so happy.

At that moment, Qin Yun really felt like he was the immortal poet Li Bai!

He numbed himself with alcohol so as not to feel embarrassed about plagiarizing later.

"Someone, memorize the poem!"

Tao Yang immediately stood up, picked up the pen and put it on the desk, waiting seriously!

The rice paper was a stack thick.

The eyes of all the talented men and beautiful women in Pinghu were focused on Qin Yun, without moving an inch. At that moment, even their breathing seemed to stop for a moment!