"Uncle Zhang Shi is the same. In the good yard, why are you building the Bagua Formation? This is not Peach Blossom Island!" Turning over a pavilion and two intersections, following Zhang Qingheng's instructions, Zhang Qian finally found the corner gate when he "escaped". While walking in, he secretly complained in his heart.

Thinking of Peach Blossom Island, he couldn't help but think of the weird Rong'er in Jin Yong's writing. Unfortunately, the smart girl wouldn't have deceived Brother Jing with two flattened snacks like Huang Rong.

People can't help but ask Brother Jing for his loyalty, and want Yang Kang's handsomeness and Ouyang Ke's gentleness and considerateness. If you don't touch anything, it's best to stay away from him and not make it annoying.

"However, Brother Jing has a sweat-blooded BMW. In the future, it is a top supercar. And Mr. Zhang seems to be unable to even ride a horse!" In his heart, he said again. He smiled bitterly and turned his head and looked back.

Through the bamboo forest and trees, the figure of the ruby ​​girl could no longer be seen. But there was a faint laughter coming with the autumn wind. I wonder if it was from her or her cousin Zhang Qingheng?

"Brother Zhao, where did you go just now? Let me find this link?" Before Zhang Qian had time to decide, should he stand at the corner gate and continue to argue for a while, or to appreciate the calligraphy of the cursive saint Zhang Xu. Wang Zhihuan's voice had already been heard from not far away.

"Ah? I just turned around!" Zhang Qian was stunned and turned his head in a voice, "I didn't see you after I came back from Dr. He. I was not familiar with others, so I just left casually! Is there anything Ji Ling asked me for? "

After finishing all the words in one breath, he suddenly realized that he had a lot of explanation. He quickly smiled, walked quickly towards Wang Zhihuan, and bowed gently, "It made Ji Ling worry, Zhang was ashamed!"

"You are polite to Brother Zhao!" Wang Zhihuan didn't notice at all. Zhang Qian was a little confused. He turned his body aside and bowed his hand to return the favor. "It's Master Bai Yunzi. I heard that you are here today and want to see you. But now you don't have to go over to see him. He is good at health preservation and has always been admired by the elders. Now, you probably can't even interfere in the past."

Speaking of this, he mischievously flew into the direction where He Zhizhang and others were sitting in the distance, signaling Zhang Qian to look at it himself. The latter's eyes moved, and he saw an old Taoist priest with white hair and hair, who was held in the middle by more than a dozen elders who seemed to be with He Zhizhang, holding the stars in the middle like the moon, and asked for advice one after another.

And the old Taoist was not frightened. He waved his whisk and was lingering. It was a pity that there were no cameras and microphones next to him. Otherwise, it would definitely be more glorious than all the "masters" of Buddhism and Taoism combined together in the 21st century.

Given that the "masters" of the 21st century always regard believers as leeks. Zhang Qian stubbornly believed that since monks or Taoists became monks, they should be empty. Anyone who is nostalgic in the world all day long or who jumps out to guide the country as national teachers is a liar, and ordinary people should stay away from it.

At this point, Wang Zhihuan probably had a good relationship with him. So when he saw that he did not take the initiative to say that he would go over to watch the master's performance, he took him back to the young talents. He first greeted Wei Dao with a sympathy face, and then introduced him one by one to Zhang Jiuling, Zhang Xu, Wang Han, Mu Nanfeng and other celebrities.

Having received enough "vaccination", Zhang Qian's mood was no longer as excited as when he heard the names of Zhang Jiuling and others. With Wang Zhihuan's introduction, he walked up generously and said "relatively" to everyone one by one. Although Zhang Jiuling, Zhang Xu and others had already become famous, they had no habit of walking sideways, and there was no blocking seven or eight bodyguards who liked to push others around. Seeing that Zhang Qian was calm in dealing with others, he heard Wang Zhihuan say that he was Zhang Ruoxu's age-lost friend, and he naturally accepted his existence.

"Today everyone enjoyed the wine and almost everyone took out new works. I wonder if Ji Ling and Yong Zhao were willing to take out their masterpieces and join us for fun?" Among the people present, Zhang Jiuling was the oldest and most meticulous. Seeing that there was no signature of Wang Zhihuan and Zhang Qian in the volume written with his handwriting, he smiled and sent an invitation.

"Yes, Ji Ling has been busy helping Zhang Duwei to arrange the work back and forth, and never left the poem here. Now he finally has free time, so he quickly took out the poems and let everyone appreciate them!" Wang Han and Wang Zhihuan met very early, knew and appreciated the latter's talent, and immediately smiled and helped him.

However, at this time, Wang Zhihuan didn't like writing poetry very much. Seeing that Zhang Jiuling and Wang Han were both pointing their ties to themselves, they decisively "induce the trouble to the east". "Let me write with Brother Zhao, I won't be ugly! I have been exhausted recently and I don't even dare to mention writing, let alone writing poetry!"

"Ji Lingxiu wants to use me as a shield, so I am really not good at this." Zhang Qian was hit by Zhang Shuo before, and he had long lost confidence in his writing skills. Before everyone could turn their eyes, they waved their hands with a smile, "I'm here to write for Ji Ling. Brother Bo Gao has been busy for so long, so he should have a rest."

"In this way, there will be a job for Brother Zhao!" Zhang Xu copied the poem for everyone, and his fingers were stiff. He heard that someone was willing to take over him, so he immediately handed over the brush.

In this way, everyone could no longer urge Zhang Qian to show his masterpiece, so they had to turn the "firepower" back to Wang Zhihuan. Wang Zhihuan did not expect that Zhang Qian was so "crawling" and could easily become a "desergeant" with the help of Zhang Xu's fatigue. He suddenly complained in his heart. After ruling for a while, he had to bite the bullet and say, "I dare to teach all my brothers that I have just arrived in Chang'an, and I was brought to him to help prepare this chrysanthemum appreciation event. I really didn't make any preparations. If all my brothers refused to give up my hands, I had to barely take out a poem I wrote a while ago to meet the situation."

"It's okay, just take it out. After all, not everyone in this world is Cao Zijian, who has a talent of seven steps. How many people dare to say that they didn't prepare in advance for today's poems?" Wang Han firmly did not give him the opportunity to "be lazy" and knocked on bricks and nailed their feet in his mouth.

"Then I'll be ugly!" Wang Zhihuan refused, so he had to submit. "This poem was written in Hebei. It cannot be considered a chrysanthemum, but it can only be considered a farewell. At least, there is also a chrysanthemum inside."

After a pause, his emotions were brewing, and his voice suddenly turned high, "Say farewell. Jiting is bleak and old friends are rare, where can I climb high and send you back? Today I will be with the wine of chrysanthemums. I should fly the chrysanthemums in the Ming Dynasty!" (This original work by Wang Zhihuan)

"Okay!" As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped up from the farewell guard road and cheered loudly. "Although you all have famous quotes today, in Wei's opinion, this farewell song is not specifically written about chrysanthemums, but it should be the first."

Obviously, he was disgusted by his "confidant" Lu Xun. If he didn't find a chance to get out, he would not only not be able to eat for several days in a row, but he would even end up with a "three-month-old meat smell".

Zhang Xu, Zhang Jiuling, Wang Han and others were all experts in poetry and prose, and they all praised them. In this way, there was no way to see the poems Wang Zhihuan wrote, but fortunately, the talents from somewhere did not have the courage to pick them up. Everyone spoke up and openly recommended this poem "Farewell" as the leader of the poem that day.

Wang Zhihuan was very embarrassed to be praised, so he waved his hand and humbled himself, "My brothers are so proud of me. First, my poem is not written on the spot, and second, I am not right in the text. I really dare not steal the top spot. However, Ziyu's sentence, where is the lotus on the stream now, and the wild chrysanthemums by the fence, laughing at the autumn wind. It makes people feel fragrant when they read it!"

"Ziyu's "Looking for Chrysanthemums" and your "Farewell" have their own advantages. But your farewell is not only about climbing the Double Ninth Festival, but also wrote down the wine on today's table. If I were an examiner, I would definitely call you the top and let Ziyu be the second place!" Zhang Jiuling has not been very proud in his career in recent years, so his mood is more likely to be touched by the poem "Farewell" and he added with a smile.

The young talents around him spoke again. After repeatedly comparing "Farewell" and "Looking for the Chrysanthemum", they finally thought that Wang Zhihuan's "Farewell" was slightly better.

When the authenticity was happy, everyone suddenly heard a cold snorting disdain in his ears, "Well! Since ancient times, there has been no certain standard for poetry and prose. Just like flowers, spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums, each with their own fragrance, it would be unfair to say that the lotus in summer is the first. According to Lu's opinion, everyone has their own advantages today. This song "Farewell" is far from the best!"

As he spoke, Lu Qian's fat body squeezed in like a water tank, shaking the young talents around him.

Zhang Jiuling was a little older and had been ups and downs in the officialdom, so he naturally disdained to argue with him. But Wang Han was about the same age as Zhang Xu, and the Taiyuan King behind him was not inferior to Fan Yanglu, so he could no longer bear it.

Immediately, he snorted coldly in his nostrils and said with a smile: "The spring orchid and autumn chrysanthemums are of course fragrant. But if there is a ball of shit next to you, no matter how blocked your nose, you can smell the stench. As for poetry, although there is no fixed judging standard from ancient times to the present, you can't say it yourself, and then pull up seven or eight and a half buckets of water to claim that it is far superior to Cao Zijian and is not inferior to Luo Binwang!"

Lu Xun originally wanted to take the opportunity to appreciate the wonderfulness of his masterpiece, and then ask Qin Lu everyone to help him close the song and sing it himself, so as to leave behind a romantic story of a talented beauty. Unexpectedly, Wang Han knocked on the stick and would inevitably be angry. He immediately raised a finger as thick as a carrot and pointed it straight at Wang Han's nose, "Zhu Zi, who are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about shit!" Wang Han leaned slightly and looked down at his threat. "As for who is the wild dog that shits, don't jump out and disgusting people by yourself. The poems are not as well as Ji Ling, and Wang admits it. If Wang insists on admitting it, the wild dog pulls the shit very beautifully. Haha, I don't know if he humiliates Wang or the entire poetry world?!" The first update is given, I hope everyone will be happy to read. Tickets, tickets, collections, collections. The drunkard shouted weakly.
Chapter completed!