Legend of Ling Tian Chapter 84: 3 masters make poems

Originally, all the talented people came to Mingyan Tower, first, to show their prosperity and fame in the world, and to please their future births; secondly, they were not disgusted with Ximenqing’s so-called "No. Come to refute the signs, if oneself can stump the world's number one talented person, what a face-to-face thing?

However, I never thought that as soon as the game started today, in the first couplet competition, Xi Menqing, known as the number one talented person in the world, was already defeated in embarrassment. While the talented scholars were greatly encouraged, they also felt the power of another "talent" - Ling Tian. But writing poems is a good show for everyone, and everyone has a draft in their hearts. Some even simply passed the best verses they had made in their minds in a blink of an eye, secretly wondering which one fits today's event.

The judges looked at the talented men gearing up, and they couldn't help sighing secretly, knowing that this group of boys would inevitably be hit harder! Isn’t the knowledge of couplets the basic skill of poetry? Being able to face the absolute in an instant, and more than one pair, then, where can the ability to write poetry go?

All the judges in the same place have placed their hopes on Ling Tian, ​​hoping that this son can once again make a popular poem? On the contrary, I didn't care about the outcome of this poem.

There was a sound of yelling five and six drinks, and a strong aroma of wine floated over, and everyone frowned. As the fragrance of wine looked over, I saw that the Great King Yusanye was generally the chief, and six scholar-dressed and very beautiful guys sat in their respective seats, one of which was only 14 or 15 years old. Little biter is holding a wine glass and punches with San Ye! The voice was loud and deafening.

"San Ye!" Others dare not do anything, but Mr. Qin Da doesn't care about him, "Now a poem meeting is being held, San Ye, can you keep your voice down? How about letting the host Gu be outside for you How about a table?"

Yumantian's bull's eyes stared: "What poem meeting? Listen to our eldest brother, Mr. Qin Da is a real expert. But even if you are an expert, you don’t look at people through the door, I Yuman Tianke is also a scholar, my Yu family is in the middle of the scholarly family, a family of Hanmo; why should I keep my voice down? Could it be said that I can't write poetry? Too small to look at people!"

"You can also write poetry!" A voice came lightly. The voice was ethereal and unpredictable, suddenly in the east. Suddenly in the west. With Yumantian's cultivation base, he couldn't hear the specific position of the speaker!

Yu Mantian was furious, stood up suddenly, shouted: "Which **** is talking?" Wei Lingling's eyes slid across the faces of everyone present, and everyone he saw All felt cold all over, uncomfortable beyond words. Seeing no one answered, there was another violent roar: "Which **** is talking nonsense?" There was still silence all around, and no one answered.

Ling Tian could hear it clearly. This voice was exactly the woman named Qian Shuirou disguised as a man that he and Wei Chen met that day. Can't help but feel surprised. This voice came too suddenly, and after saying such a sentence, it was no longer silent, and Ling Tian didn't even know where her person was!

Yu Mantian looked around. not found. But did not sit back. Instead, one hand is holding the jug. The big thorn took a few steps forward. Yang said: "The world thinks that I can't write poetry for the third master. I'm a vulgar person! Today, the third master defended the matter. I wrote a poem for you on the spot! Let the world know that the third master is elegant!"

Everyone was dumbfounded. Yu Bingyan couldn't help stomping behind Ling Tian. Qiao's face was full of breath. What happened to the third uncle today? How can people be so crazy. You can make poetry. Also elegant! ?

Ling Tian glanced over. I saw Ling Jian winking at himself from a distance. Suddenly, my mind suddenly felt. It must be these guys who are stirring up troubles!

Ximen chuckled. He came out to make a round saying: "Man Tian San Ye is a wise martial artist. Martial arts are outstanding. However, the ruler is shorter. The inch is longer; this is the matter of poetry and ink. Let us literati do it. Three Lord only needs to comment."

Xi Menqing's remarks were not only good intentions. And it's just showing that he's flattering. And these words were said when Yu Mantian was a little bit unable to get off to the platform. It just provided a step for Yumantian. It was very decent. Before he wants to come. Yumantian is such a rough person. Where do you know what to write poetry? I will definitely take the opportunity to step down with this sentence of myself. I will also be very grateful to myself. Then I can take this opportunity to build a good relationship with the Yu Family.

Ximen cleared his belly with wishful thinking and clapping. He smiled gracefully and gracefully. Waiting for Yu Mantian to thank himself.

Unexpectedly, Yu Mantian was uncomfortable and furious. He yelled, "Your grandma's, Ximen bastard, do you **** think that Lao Tzu can't write poetry? Isn't it?"

Ximen Qing flattered the horse's leg and couldn't help being embarrassed; he said in anger, "Then it is the third master!"

"Qiang!" The Yumantian long sword was unsheathed, and the tip of the sword was pointed at the back of Ximenqing's departure! Everyone was shocked, thinking that even if you don't accept other people's kindness, you don't have to draw your sword to kill people, right?

With a few brushes, seven or eight figures suddenly appeared in the Bliss Pavilion where the Ximen family lived, firmly guarding Ximen in the middle, and everyone with their swords out of their sheaths, like an enemy.

Yu Mantian laughed loudly and said: "I'm composing a poem, so there are no rules, what are you going to do? Want to do it with Sanye?! Welcome!"

Everyone was speechless for a while. You drew your sword, hacked and killed the ground, so you were composing poetry?

San Ye waved his long sword again, and chanted his first poem in a long voice: "I have a sword in my hand!"

With a puff of Ling Tian, ​​the tea that he had just drunk spouted out; only after Yu Mantian chanted the second sentence vigorously: "There are millions of bastards!"

Yu Bingyan's small mouth bulged like a smile, but he was a little angry, but he couldn't help laughing. As for the big families that don't care about them, there is even more laughter. Several highly respected judges scorned their old faces and kept blowing their beards.

Yu Mantian turned around, the sword dance generally drew out the sky full of sword light, angrily pointed to Ximenqing, and drank the last two lines of poem aloud: "Make me angry, kill these bastards!"

Satisfiedly returning the sword into its scabbard, San Ye raised his head: "How?! Every sentence is rhymed?! Not bad! Praise me, I can bear it!"

A piece of people turned on their backs!

"Papa......" Applause sounded, and then someone praised loudly: "Good poem, good poem!" Then there was a long, loud whistle. It is Ling Chi!

The great scholars looked at each other, a black thread!

"Is this a poem?" A voice sneered, and amidst the laughter, it was clearly audible! Everyone can hear clearly. The person who said this is the one who laughed at Yumantian just now, but her voice is still erratic. In the entire Mingyan Building, although it is not a martial arts meeting, there are those present. There are a lot of masters, and it's not like the top masters in the early morning and Ling Jian, but no one can tell where this person is hiding!

San Ye yelled: "Who dares to say that this is not a poem? Stand up!" The sound was thunderous, and everyone was silent! Yumantian binocular eagle falcon generally swept around. Obviously, Cai Yumantian didn't hear the location of that person!

As soon as the sound rang, Ling Tiandi stared at Tianyue Pavilion!

Turning her head to the girl beside Shili, she said lightly: "Call your poster over!"

The girl agreed and went out.

Not long after, Gu Xiyan hurriedly arrived. Ling Tian looked at her coldly, and was silent for a while, only seeing Gu Xiyan in a cold sweat! Then I asked: "Who made the Tianyue Pavilion? Why do I not know that such a character is visiting Mingyanlou!"

Gu Xiyan wiped the cold sweat, and whispered: "Please forgive me, my son, that day the head of the imperial family came to book the Tianxiang Pavilion, but it was decided for the Lord, and the concubine immediately declined; he politely declined; I didn’t bully others, and only decided the next-level Tianyue Pavilion."

Ling Tian frowned. He already knew about this. He thought it must be the prince or princess of which country it was. This was reasonable, but the voice just now was Qian Shuirou's! Since Qian Shuirou can talk casually, let's start with the highest status in it! Then, Ling Tian can be sure that there are no members of the Chengtian imperial family in it! If so, it is impossible for you to fail to receive the news!

If so, the problem is coming. What kind of identity is Qian Shuirou? Why did the Chengtian imperial family buy it for her and set the Tianyue Pavilion? With the domineering personality of the Chengtian imperial family, she is willing to condescend to the next-level Tianyue Pavilion. Is it because she does not want to reveal her identity~IndoMTL.com~ And what is her relationship with the Chengtian imperial family? What is hidden in the middle that I don't know? These are all questions!

He pondered for a while, and asked: "How many people are there? Who is serving? Is there someone of my own?"

Gu Xiyan whispered: "At first, four people came, but I don’t know if they have increased. They were all wearing big hats, covering their faces. They refused to serve Mingyanlou. There is no one."

"Oh?" Ling Tian's eyes narrowed. This is so weird! It seems that it is necessary for me to talk to Ouchi General Manager Long Qianxing.

Ling Tian called early morning, and said a few words in her ear. We promised early in the morning and went out.

Gu Xiyan stood quietly, only to feel that the scent of Ling Tian's body was getting more and more gloomy. Her heartbeat accelerated and she couldn't help but drip with cold sweat on her face.

There was a constant cheering from outside. It was obvious that several talented scholars had revealed their masterpieces, but Ling Tian had no interest in this so-called literary meeting anymore!