The First Tyrant of Daxia

Qin Yun's cheeks turned slightly red, and he was drunk.

He smashed the wine jar first, then he was in high spirits and opened his mouth with a powerful bomb!

He shouted, "Drink some wine!"

Don’t you see, the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky and rushes to the sea without returning.

See you, Gaotangmingjing has white hair in sorrow, and the morning is like blue silk and snow in the evening.

Life is full of joy, so that the gold is empty for the moon.

I am born to be useful, and come back when my wealth is gone.

……

The five-flowered horse, the golden hair, and Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell the eternal sorrow with you.

Just a poem!

Both sides were silent.

Then there was a thunderous burst of applause and cheers!

Those who attend the poetry reading are all knowledgeable and of course they can hear the awesomeness of this poem!

The talented man and the beautiful woman fell into madness!

“This person and this poem are unparalleled in the world!”

Gu Chuntang was trembling all over, his eyes were filled with shock, and he kept murmuring: "I was born with talents that will be useful, even if I spend all my money, I will get it back! What a good poem! What a good poem!"

"No, it is a poem that will be remembered for all eternity! In the past five hundred years, there has been no poem that can compare to this toast!"

He shouted almost madly!

At Yangchun Academy, all the students blushed. They looked at Qin Yun as if he had seen a ghost and could not utter a word.

They looked down on others just now, but reality gave them a hard slap in the face and it hurt!

On a certain boat, Li Mu's shadow even walked up to the bow, his eyes gleaming with horror, and he asked excitedly, "Who is this person? Who is this person?!"

"How can there be such a person in the imperial capital? She is a natural poet! I must meet her!"

While everyone was still in shock, Qin Yun continued to recite poetry!

He took another sip of wine, letting the cold wind blow on his face, standing still like a mountain. He was as bold as an immortal under the moon, and his words were half of the poetry world of Daxia.

"Song of Water Melody!"

When will the bright moon appear? I raise my cup to ask the sky. I don’t know what year it is in the palace of heaven.

I want to ride the wind back home, but I am afraid that the jade buildings are too cold up there...

……

People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, the moon waxes and wanes, it is impossible to have everything in life. I wish you a long life, and we can enjoy the beauty of the moon together even though we are thousands of miles apart!

The "Drinking Wine" brought the atmosphere to its climax, and the "Water Melody" quickly quieted the scene down!

Thousands of common people, talented men and beautiful women looked up at the not-so-round moon in the sky and burst into tears!

Nung, moon and new moon!

There was a sound of crying among the crowd...

"What a great poem! I miss my late mother... woooo."

"Father, are you okay in heaven?"

"Xiaoqing, are you married? If not, don't wait for me. It's not worth it."

Some people even shouted frantically: "I understand, I understand!"

"The moon waxes and wanes, and it's hard to have everything perfect. I must pull myself together and take the exam again!"

Gu Chuntang was stunned and stood there motionless.

This poem is the only one in my mind, and then a feeling of sadness emanates from inside out, which is so moving!

Murong Shunhua stared at Qin Yun's back infatuatedly, with shock and no other color in her beautiful eyes.

This was the third poem she had heard from Qin Yun, and the first one was relatively ordinary.

At first, she suspected that Qin Yun, a royal descendant, had no real talent and must have bought the poems from someone else.

But now it seems that it is simply impossible.

No one will sell this poem!

She opened her mouth slightly and said with a wry smile: "This is not a competition of people in poetry, it's clearly a dance of ghosts and gods."

Feeling the amazement from all around, Qin Yun became more and more excited the more he thought about it, unable to extricate himself!

Keep drinking, keep shouting: "Quatrain!"

Two orioles crowed in the green willows, and a group of egrets rose to the sky.

The window contains the eternal snow on the Western Hills, and the door is moored with ships from Dongwu that have traveled thousands of miles!

“Happy rain on a spring night!”

Good rain knows the season, when spring is here.

Sneaked into the night wind, moisten things silently.

The trails are all dark, and the river boat is bright.

Look at the red wet place and spend a lot of money in the official city.

"Quiet Night Poetry!"

……

Qin Yun recited one poem after another like a ruthless machine.

Any poem he uttered was enough to make the three thousand talented men in the imperial capital so ashamed that they dared not raise their heads.

From one song, to ten songs, and then to ninety-nine songs!

Qin Yun didn't even stop for a moment and didn't think at all, as if it was a natural gift.

He brought scholars from both sides of the Taiwan Strait to heaven again and again, and then threw them down from the sky!

This cycle repeated over and over again, making their legs and feet weak. They were intoxicated by the shock of the poetry and unable to extricate themselves, and their minds completely followed Qin Yun.

Gu Chuntang was already numb and almost sat down several times.

Compared with what poem?

What the hell is this even more than?

It's a dimensionality reduction attack as soon as he opens his mouth!

Not to mention poems about ghosts and gods such as "Song of the Wine" and "Song of Water Melody", even the most ordinary "Happy Rain on a Spring Night" has extremely neat rhymes and full of artistic conception.

Looking at the Pinghu Poetry Festival, no one can write it!

To put it bluntly, maybe he is not even worthy of carrying my shoes!

Qin Yun drank the last sip of wine, staggered, his face flushed, and prepared to end with an awesome poem to blow up Pinghu!

"Qingyu Case, Lantern Festival"

The east wind blows thousands of flowers into bloom at night, and blows them down like raindrops. The road is filled with the fragrance of BMW and carved carriages.

……

The crowd searched for him thousands of times, and when I looked back, the man was there, where the lights were dim.

The achievement of this poem ranks among the top three out of the hundred poems.

The entire Pinghu Poetry Festival came to a complete standstill.

There was a burst of applause from the crowd!

It was as if they had seen a god, some people even knelt down madly and called him "the Immortal Poet"!

The ladies with rouge on their faces, their eyes and eyebrows blooming, all showed all kinds of admiration and kindness to Qin Yun!

It's true, all the beauties are bowing down!

Master Murong's heart beat violently and he looked away in panic.

"Why is he looking at me?"

"The crowd looked for him thousands of times, but suddenly I looked back, and there he was, in a dimly lit place."

"Why did he look at me and make this last statement?"

Before she knew it, her cheeks felt slightly hot, like an iceberg that had been there for thousands of years, slowly melting.

Pinghu exploded, completely exploded!

Shouts arose everywhere, and the praise for Qin Yun continued for a long time. The power of those poems was indeed too great!

Qin Yun burped and threw away the wine jar.

He was a little tipsy, and Mr. Feng stepped forward and supported him in time.

"Hey, Gu Chuntang, it's your turn!"

"One hundred songs, not even one less! As men, we should keep our word!"

At Yangchun Academy, dozens of people showed bitter smiles. How could they continue to fight?

Gu Chuntang looked dull as he slowly stepped forward, picked up the pen, and subconsciously prepared to write a poem.

But his mind was dull and suddenly he threw away his pen.

Looking at Qin Yun, with a wry smile on his face, he said frankly, "Brother Qin, I lost!"

"There's no need to write this poem. I'll never be able to match any of your 100 poems in my lifetime."

He gritted his teeth, and a hint of determination appeared in his clear eyes.

He brushed his sleeves, knelt down and bowed, performing a great ceremony.

"If you don't mind, I, Gu Chuntang, would like to be your disciple and learn poetry from you!"

As soon as the words fell, the whole audience was shocked!

A world-famous talent actually wants to become a disciple? !