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Traveling through time~~~~~~ The master is Bodhi...the junior brother is Sun Wukong...the wife is...
Yang Yanrong clasped his fists around him and chanted: "You are greedy for laughter when you are drunk, how can you worry about it? Recently I have begun to realize that the ancients' books are useless if you believe them. Last night, Songbian fell drunk and asked Songsong how I was drunk?"
If you suspect it is loose, you want to help it. Push it with your hands and say, "Go!"
As soon as this poem came out, the whole hall fell into silence: The understanding heart said that such an arrogant boy dared to say that the ancient books were useless. You must know that in this era, what has always been emphasized is respecting teachers and respecting Taoism, and Confucius and Mencius are regarded as saints
, whoever does not respect Confucius and Mencius is a deviant and apostate, and is despised by scholars all over the world. Those who don’t understand think, can this be considered a poem? If this can be considered a poem, then I can compose a few.
Yang Yanrong did not expect such a situation. In their era, the goal was to be new and different. Anyone who could find the faults of the predecessors would surely become an instant success after being publicized by the media.
Suddenly a long laugh broke the silence. The middle-aged man stood up, patted the table, said three good words in a loud voice, saluted Yang Yanrong, and then said with a smile: "Young master wrote a good poem,
"Recently, I have begun to realize that the ancients' writings are useless when they are believed in." I, Xiao Lei, have also composed a poem, please appreciate it."
Xiao Lei raised his glass to Yang Yanrong, drank it with a tilt of his neck, and wiped the wine stains from his mouth with his sleeves. He suddenly felt like a heroic man. Yang Yanrong nodded slightly, and Xiao Lei chanted: "A thin glass of wine is worse than tea and soup; coarse clothes are worse than having no clothes; an ugly wife and a bad concubine are better than an empty house. It is better to sleep in the cold of the north window when the sun is high and the frost is on your leaky boots at five o'clock. "Mang" is not as good as a hanging quail with hundreds of knots sitting alone in front of the rising sun. Wealth in life, great achievements in death, busy for hundreds of years in a blink of an eye. Yiqi thieves and solemn sheep are all dead, it is better to be drunk in front of you..." He let out a wine burp at this point and continued chanting. Said: "Hey, I have forgotten both right and wrong, sorrow and joy."
"Good words!" Yang Yanrong laughed loudly and said: "Brother, you are arrogant and uninhibited, good literary talents, good articles!"
The two of them walked towards each other in unison, patted each other on the shoulders, and both felt that they had met each other late. A new arrival in your country, unaware of the people and customs here, and still carrying the arrogant and arrogant temperament of his previous life, can be said to be fearless.
A bloody man; the other is a lone knight who travels around the world all year round. He is used to seeing the warmth and warmth of people in the world, and the harsh conditions of the world. He has already seen through the world and becomes the uninhibited prodigal who cares about the world.
Several elderly scholars couldn't help but shook their heads and sighed, secretly thinking that these two people were really polite scum. They were extremely audacious to say such treasonous words in public.
One of the middle-aged scholars couldn't stand it, so he snorted: "It's very bold for a man with three masters in one village and two li to teach seven or eight or nine people who don't know the Four Books, Five Classics and Six Meanings."
Oh my God! Are you scolding us? Yang Yanrong glanced at Xiao Lei and said with a smile: "This poor scholar is so vicious, how about we work together to beat him up?"
Xiao Lei burst into laughter and said: "This poor guy is too stupid to study. Why should he care about it? Let's just have a good drink!"
Yang Yanrong nodded, stretched out his middle finger, laughed, and stopped arguing with the poor scholar. You had a drink with Xiao Lei and I drank it happily.
The middle-aged scholar saw that the two people were ignoring him and just drinking. He obviously didn't take himself seriously. He couldn't help but get angry and sneered: "Aren't you very arrogant just now? Why, you didn't even think about a little kid?"
You can’t even match the couplets? How dare you call yourself a scholar? I’m afraid your book went to your husband, right?”
Xiao Lei frowned and thought to himself: Why is this person so annoying? We don't care about you anymore, but you still have to pester him like this. The impression of this person in his heart suddenly became bad.
How could Yang Yanrong be someone who would suffer easily? He stood up from his seat with a sudden sound, pointed at the middle-aged scholar's nose and cursed: "Isn't it great for you to read a little bit of reading? It's like you're worth 250,000 yuan."
What? Don’t say a little couplet, just because you can’t trouble me!” He gave the middle-aged scholar a hard look and sneered: “Listen carefully, I’m right: Nine out of ten families are poor.
Eighty-two-seven cents, six cents, five cents and four cents is still half-hearted and obscene."
The color on the middle-aged scholar's face suddenly changed. He never thought that the absolute he was thinking about so hard would be confronted by this kid in the blink of an eye. For a moment, he stood on the spot, speechless.
Some people in the hall began to boo at that time. They were usually looked down upon by those guys who claimed to be scholars, and they felt a little inferior in their hearts. However, they did not expect that such a young master's casual couple would make the middle-aged scholar
They were so choked that they couldn't speak, and they all cheered.
Xiao Lei also raised his thumb, nodded and said with a smile: "Brother, you are so young and your writing skills are so quick. I think I underestimate you."
Yang Yanrong chuckled and said: "Every time a dog is slaughtered in a righteous way, it is a scholar who is shameless! That's him." He pointed at the middle-aged scholar whose face had turned into the color of pig liver.
Hahaha! The two of them laughed in unison, unspeakably joyful.
At this time, another talented young man came forward with a sneer and said to the middle-aged scholar: "Brother Huang, why should you be angry with such a yellow-tongued brat?"
After hearing this, Yang Yanrong was secretly angry. Damn it, he kept saying it one after another. He immediately replied with another sentence: "Brother Xiao, this white-faced old man is too lazy to argue with him. Come on, let's continue drinking."
Immediately, everyone burst into laughter again. This young man was so interesting. He had quick thinking and clever answers. He picked things up casually and was very talented in writing.
The young master seemed to be in deep trouble and was not angry. He glanced at Yang Yanrong and said, "It snows in the sky but does not rain. When it falls to the ground, it turns into rain. When snow turns into rain, it is troublesome. God might as well just rain."
Yang Yanrong smiled slightly, and he was right: "Sir, if you don't eat shit when you eat, you will eat it until it turns into shit in your belly. It will be troublesome to turn into shit when you eat. It's better for you, sir, to just eat shit."
Hey! Absolutely! People's laughter became louder and louder. The young man finally changed his face and snorted: "You have the nerve to call yourself a scholar with such vulgar language? What an insult to Sven." After that,
He took the middle-aged scholar and walked away.
"Bah! When did I say that I was a scholar?" Yang Yanrong swore back, cupped his hands in front of everyone around him, and laughed loudly and said: "Happy! I have settled the accounts of everyone present today.
Everyone, feel free to eat boldly!”
Some people in the hall laughed loudly and cheered. They all felt that it was a worthwhile trip after witnessing a wonderful literary competition today. Moreover, the young master was so generous that he won the hearts of everyone in the room with a smile.
He didn't even blink an eyelid, I couldn't help but admire him secretly.
Xiao Lei stretched out his thumb towards Yang Yanrong and said with a smile: "Brother, I have already agreed that whoever can write a good poem will get this piece of gold. Ask everyone, this piece of gold will be given to him."
Should you get the gold or not?"
His voice was so loud that everyone in the hall heard it clearly. Yang Yanrong had already won the favor of many people before, so they all shouted: "Yes, yes! This ingot of gold must belong to me!"
"We are all discerning people. Sir, you are very talented and have written good poems. I am the first to agree with you."...
Yang Yanrong was not pretentious, and laughed loudly: "Servant, what are you waiting for? Why don't you serve the good wine and food to everyone? If these fifty taels of gold are not enough, I still have some in my pocket! Everyone
If you don't have enough to eat and drink, I will tear down your Wangchun Tower." As he said that, he took out a thick stack of banknotes from his arms and put them on the table with a "snap".
The shopkeeper sitting in the hall shouted: "Serve the food, serve the good food; serve the wine, serve the good wine."...
Don't say that I am too slow to spread the word. I don't want to make everyone sick by reading a novel with a lot of words. Some things are better to be carefully crafted. I want to make the book Eighth Uncle into a classic. Don't you guys want to
Will you accompany me to witness this moment? Also, I hope brothers can pick out some errors in the novel and post them in the book review area, including typos, illogical sentences, etc., as well as some historical common sense, etc.
, it’s okay to find faults! Classic, let’s create it together, shall we?