Plundering the Dao of the Immortal Journey Chapter 72: Will enter the wine

　　 The wine was drunk, and Pei Ziyun just had a drink with Fu Juren. Chen Jinchun and Yu Guangmao knew that Pei Ziyun’s literary talents were so good, so they didn’t come from looking for bitterness.

　　 At this moment, Shen Zhi walked to Pei Ziyun's table, with two servants, one holding a hip flask and a wine cup, and the other holding a pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

　　 Shen Zhi poured wine to accompany Pei Ziyun to drink at the table, and then smiled and said to Pei Ziyun: "Shen Zhi has long heard of Yuan Dacai, today is the meeting, I have a gratitude please, please Xie Yuan wrote the last poem so that I can wait to see Xie Yuan’s style."

　　 Pei Ziyun was chatting with Fu Juren, Chen Jinchun, and Yu Guangmao and talking about articles. Everyone was not surprised when they saw Shen Zhi’s invitation. Pei Ziyun already has a literary talent, and he is well-known and attracted attention. The collection of essays from Japan and China has flowed out, and it is indeed wonderful when I read it.

　　 There was still a voice in Shilin. When this book came out, even if some people were dissatisfied, they couldn’t say it blatantly-everyone has an appreciation, and it’s okay to refer to the deer as a horse. You have to have the power to wait for the leisurely talents to roll around. , Will only make people look down on.

　　 Pei Ziyun looked up, Wei Ang followed Shen Zhi, and when he saw Pei Ziyun, he blinked at Pei Ziyun and gave a hint. Only then did Pei Ziyun react. It must be Wei Ang who gave it to himself. Junior brother is a pavement, an opportunity to broadcast fame.

　　 This is exactly what I wanted, and I thought of it like this, Pei Ziyun just stood up and smiled: "It's just a trivial matter to write a poem, but it's not a good idea for Mr. Shen to ask me to write a poem empty-handed. If Mr. Shen is willing to serve three glasses of wine, I What’s wrong with just making the previous song?"

　　Shen Zhi is also a celebrity. He was famous for a while. At this time, Shen Zhi served a wine. This was a bit too much. Everyone in the field was a little unhappy. Even Wei Ang, who instructed Shen Zhi to come forward and invite him to write a poem. There was also some consternation.

　　 When Pei Ziyun saw Shen Zhi’s invitation, he had a plan in his heart. To be famous, he must be talented, and where he can show his talents, he will not go to the office in the future. Don’t worry about being too famous. Don’t be humble at this time. He is also a celebrity. If he pours wine for me, it proves that I am better than Shen Zhi. As long as the poem is made to move everywhere, this reputation can be accumulated, and the first step is even achieved.

　　 There was a bit of silence, people who were closer, Fu Juren, Chen Jinchun, and Yu Guangmao were all worried. If you can write a famous article, you will be a celebrity. If you write poorly, you will be arrogant and ignorant. The sky is one earth, cold sweat can not help but seep.

　　 Although Shen Zhi is only a celebrity, he has been following Jibeihou for a long time, and the generals will follow him with his pen. Who dares to see him just as a celebrity?

　　I haven’t encountered this for many years. Shen stared at Pei Ziyun for a while, and then smiled: "It's just pouring wine, why is it difficult? Come, bring me wine." /

　　 There was a servant who brought the wine and brought it up. Shen passed the wine directly, taking three glasses and pouring them one by one, holding the wine tray in both hands.

　　Fu Juren, Chen Jinchun, and Yu Guangmao could not help but feel a little worried. If this action can make a famous article, it will be a celebrity, and if the quality is not high, it will be self-defeating.

　　 Pei Ziyun took this wine and drank it three times in a row. Only felt that there was a rush of heat in his belly, shouting: "Good wine, bring me a pen."

　　 A servant behind Shen Zhi offered pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Pei Ziyun took an empty table and laid it on the empty table. Wei Ang stepped forward and accepted Mo and said, "Brother Pei is a pie, it seems that he is going to come up with a famous sentence from the ages. I am here to polish the ink."

　　 Wei Ang finished taking the ink, grind it lightly, and when the ink grind was completed, Wei Ang pushed it away. He looked at Pei Ziyun with interest. Pei Ziyun took the pen, and then started writing: Will Jin Wine

　　"You don’t see you, the water of the Yellow River is coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning.

　　 I’m not seeing you, Gao Tangming Jing’s hair is mournful and white, and the morning is like a blue silk.

　　You must be happy in life, don’t let Jinzunkong face the moon. "

　　 There is also the Yellow River in this world, which is also a famous big river. Pei Ziyun used it directly without changing it. This is exactly what Li Bai is famous for in the world.

　　 Every time Pei Ziyun writes a sentence, Wei Ang reads one sentence, only three sentences, and suddenly everyone changes color. There are hundreds of people sitting on the floor, all of them fascinated, and there is no sound in the field.

　　"What is the master's word for less money, you have to sell the right to the king.

　　 five-flowered horses, golden hairs, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell the eternal sorrow with you. "

After reading 　　, there was silence in the venue, followed by an uproar. Wei Ang, Shen Zhi, Fu Juren, Chen Jinchun, and Yu Guangmao looked at Pei Ziyun in disbelief.

　　 Shen held the wine straight and stepped forward and sighed: "Originally, Xie Yuan asked me to pour three glasses of wine. I still want to see jokes. I don’t want to know the great talents today. It is like an immortal in the sky that cannot be seen near, and like the sea water cannot be measured. !"

　　 "I punish myself for three cups." After saying that, I drank the wine in the cup, and said: "I have read your articles. You are really a talent in the world. However, if you enter the Taoist school, it is better to return to the vulgar. In the future Must be admitted."

　　 Pei Ziyun said: "Life is short, the days and nights, I am admitted to Juren just to comfort my family, and now my family is well, I only want to swim around the sea on a flat boat, and be a happy son."

　　 listened straightly, his eyes flashed, watching Pei Ziyun get up to toast away, let out a long sigh, turned his face, and said: "It's a pity."

　　Fu Mansion

　　 stands slowly and there is rarely a curfew. Although the street is quiet now, most of the lights in every house are turned off, but some large families still light up the lights. It is said that the banquet is scattered, and the group is going away. Although most of them are drunk, many people still think of Into the wine.

　　 Fu Juren returned home, with a lantern hanging from the door, and a man saw the bullock cart going back, and came forward to greet him: "Master is back?"

　　"Help Master Pei in and give some hangover soup."

　　 Pei Ziyun wrote this poem. It is famous in the audience. Whether it is respect or jealousy, the toasters swarmed up, even if they were cultivated and strengthened, they had to go home drunk.

　　 Fu Juren was still a little sober at this time, and ordered.

　　 said that he entered a building along the corridor, and saw that Yu Yunjun had returned to the small courtyard, and the candle was lit in the room. Fu Juren sighed and gently opened the door to enter the room.

　　Yu Yunjun is writing an article. Little Lolita has gone to bed in early summer. Listening to the sound of pushing the door, Yu Yunjun looked up and smiled: "It turns out that it is brother-in-law here."

　　 "Jun Yun, look at this poem." After Fu Juren finished speaking, he passed the poem over. Yu Yunjun was a little surprised. Although he lived in Fu Mansion these years, his brother-in-law couldn't come at night to avoid suspicion. This time it was a break, so I took it right now and looked at it in the candlelight.

　　 "Good poem!" Looking at it, she turned around, her eyes lit up: "Whose poem is it?"

　　 Fu Juren said: "This is what your good disciple did today. You haven't seen the scene. Hundreds of Juren and celebrities are shocked. This expression is really wonderful."

　　"Wei Ang even took all the wishful things that Jibeihou gave him and gave it to you a good disciple."

　　 "This move is very exceptional, but none of the people present objected, not even Shen Zhi." After that, Fu Juren let out a long sigh: "This son is not inferior to that person. No wonder you will accept him as a disciple when you are suddenly excited."

　　 Hearing Fu Juren's words, Yu Yunjun's hand trembled.

　　 "That person!" There was something in these words, she knew it, and suddenly a young man appeared in front of her, seemingly clear and vague. These two little no-guess, childhood sweethearts, and even the marriage contract, just have no part in it.

　　 Yu Yunjun looked like a smile but not a smile, like a cry but not a cry, and carefully read the poem, will drink, stop drinking, and sing with the gentleman, reading this poem, could not help but shed tears.

　　 "Hey, the same amazing talent, the same young man." Fu Juren looked at the light and said quietly.

　　 Yu Yunjun has nothing to say. She was only responsible for observing and looking for reliable seedlings, and the elders in the door were introduced to the door, but she eventually accepted Pei Ziyun by herself, and gave her brother-in-law a little to understand.

　　"When I saw this son, I just saw it back then. The appearance is different, but the talented look is similar to Yixi."

　　"So ~IndoMTL.com~This is my mood?"

　　 Hou Mansion

　　 At night, the candlelight swayed, and the Fusang samurai knelt in front of Shen Zhi. At this time, Shen Zhi was no longer excited, he was writing a letter, and the letter was sealed and sealed.

　　 Shen Zhi handed the letter to the Fuso samurai and said: "According to the previous location, go and hand the letter to the person who connects, and let them do as required by the letter."

　　 The lights in this room are not very bright, and the candlelight flickers, making the room gloomy.

　　 "Hey, Mr. Shen, please don't worry." Hearing only this Fuso warrior's answer, he couldn't make a clear expression on his face, and when he knocked, he turned around and opened the door.

　　Outside the gate, three Fuso warriors followed. The Hou Mansion opened a back door. There were four horses prepared outside the door. The Fuso warrior led the three warriors on the horses and disappeared into the night in a hurry.

　　 Shore

　　 The sea breeze blows at night with a bit of sea smell. The sea beats the shore. A small boat stops on the shore. On it stands a few Fuso people, headed by a samurai, and a few ronin following along, holding hands. Knife, looking around vigilantly.

　　 At this time, only the sound of horse hooves sounded on the shore. These ronin all drew their knives and approached under the torch. A Fusang warrior led three people on horseback.

　　 Seeing this Fuso samurai, the samurai on the boat stretched out his hand to signal to put the sword away and disembarked.

　　 Seeing this person, the Fuso Samurai did not speak much, and took out a letter: "This is what Mr. Shen wants you to do. I hope you can do it as soon as possible."

　　 The samurai on the ship took it and looked at it with a torch. After reading it, he put the letter on the fire blankly, looking back: "Hey, let Mr. Shen rest assured, I will cooperate."

　　 "Hi, please." The Fuso warrior bowed and said.

　　 The samurai on the boat didn't talk much, boarded the boat, waved, the boat left in the wind, and the sea breeze was rustling.