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As soon as Zhao Wujiang's gentle words came out, a burst of laughter broke out in the banquet hall.
Hai Baichuan smiled like a tiger and hummed in his heart. The master of Wuya Pavilion must have pieced together some poems...
Since we want to evaluate, don't blame us for being ruthless... The people who had ridiculed and ridiculed sneered in their hearts, somewhat thinking that the evaluation in Zhao Wujiang's mouth was a little intimidating.
They ended up laughing and did not laugh again, but the expectant smiles on their faces showed that they wanted to see a joke.
"If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea never to return." Zhao Wujiang smiled gently at the corner of his mouth and Lang Lang said:
"Don't you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening."
As soon as he blurted out two lines of poetry, everyone present fell silent. Many of them sat up involuntarily, as if they were back in school and felt the teacher's overwhelming talent.
"If you are proud of life, you must enjoy it to the fullest. Don't let the golden cup stand empty against the moon." Zhao Wujiang's expression gradually became passionate. Every time he recited Li Bai's "Toast", he was always filled with emotion.
Now, alone as a stranger in a foreign land, drunk and bold, when he recited this poem, in addition to his free and easy domineering feeling, there was also a sense of loneliness. I saw him filling a glass of wine, raising his head and drinking it into his stomach, with a free and easy expression:
"I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back after all the money I have spent!"
Everyone was startled by his momentum and slightly stunned.
Zhao Wujiang looked at the crowd and raised his hand to point to Jia, 2, 3, Jia 19 and Jinghai Gang leader Hai Baichuan:
"If you enjoy cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle, you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time.
Seas and rivers, friends A and B, are about to drink wine, but don’t stop drinking.
I sing a song with you, please listen to it for me.
Bells, drums, food and jade are not expensive, but I hope I will never wake up after being drunk for a long time.
In ancient times, all the sages were lonely, but only the drinkers left their names.
In the old days, King Chen had a banquet and a lot of fun and banquets.
What does the master mean if he has less money? It is up to you to sell it.
The five-flowered horse and the golden fur will be exchanged for fine wine, and I will sell the eternal sorrow with you! "
After Zhao Wujiang finished reciting the toast, the whole place was silent, and you could hear a needle drop.
"good!"
The crowd couldn't help but burst into cheers and cheers. The voice came from the heart, so it was difficult to hide the excitement in the tone.
Those who had previously ridiculed or disdained Zhao Wujiang were shocked in their hearts.
They originally thought that the leader of the Wuya Pavilion was unprepared and would definitely make a fool of himself while composing poems. They could take the opportunity to agree with the leader of the Jinghai Gang, Hai Baichuan, and use words to suppress Zhao Wujiang in order to gain access to the Jinghai Gang.
But they never expected that the master of Wuya Pavilion would actually recite such an ingenious poem, without restraint or pretense. The poem was full of heroism but also had a hint of loneliness.
Throughout the ages, the poets and literati who have left their names in history have generally been like this.
This Wuya Pavilion Master was a bit too amazing. Not only was he younger and more handsome than them, more powerful than them, he was also more talented than them, which made them feel helpless.
At the same time, there are also some people who feel a little bit lucky to see such a talented and beautiful talent. This is a combination of luck and sadness. They are lucky, but they are sad.
Tiancanmen Sect Master Li Hu has been holding the wine glass to his lips for several breaths. The wine in the glass is trembling, just like his hand raising the glass and his trembling heart.
He, Yuan Ye and others had not yet come to their senses, their minds were filled with the stunning and brilliant verses that Zhao Wujiangfa had just recited. These verses seemed to be imprinted in their minds, lingering in the lingering sound.
After two more breaths, Li Hu suddenly came back to his senses and drank the wine. His heart was trembling with fear. He didn't read much and was usually more of a rough man, but at this moment he seemed to understand the poem.
Beauty is a feeling. He finally understood the words he heard by chance more than ten years ago that had been hidden in his heart. Maybe he couldn't understand them at all, but he felt the heroism, the spirit, and even the slightest hint of decline.
He, Yuan Ye and others stared at Zhao Wujiang blankly, as if they were meeting Zhao Wujiang for the first time, and were extremely shocked by Zhao Wujiang.
Who is the master of Zhao Pavilion of Wuya Pavilion? Where do you come from? Excellent martial arts skills, comparable to the power of the three major gangs, a city that is not surprised or upset when faced with honor or disgrace, and this incredible talent...
They looked at each other and couldn't help but smile bitterly. Maybe being forced to become the registered deacon of Wuya Pavilion was not a bad thing.
A good minister chooses his master and serves him, and a good bird chooses a tree to roost in. If he can be brought under the tent of the master of Pavilion Zhao, he may be able to have a better status in the future.
Jia Jiu sat on the right side of Zhao Wujiang, his cloudy eyes flashing with light, and the long and narrow scar on his cheek could not help but tremble.
He was among the first people to know the identity of eunuch Zhao Wujiang. He didn't understand, didn't the eunuch enter the palace because of his family background? How did he come from a poor family to attend private school or come into contact with classics and poetry?
Even if Mr. Zhao acquired talent in the palace, became a secretary, studied the vast number of books in the secretary's province, and gained a literary background, so what?
The students of the Imperial College studied poetry and books diligently, and the master of the Imperial College offered wine, etc., who were not full of knowledge, but none of them had ever written such a beautiful poem that was natural and uncarved, yet Mr. Zhao actually did it?
