Fantasy: The teacher’s martial spirit turns out to be a green caterpillar

Lin Nan was stunned for a moment, then laughed and pointed at Yang Xing: "Do you want to say that he is the mysterious writer?"

"That's right. Those poems were written by Yang Xing, and I, Xiong Wu, can testify for him!"

"It's ridiculous, then I can still testify for Lin Nan. Those poems were written by Lin Nan, and Lin Nan was that writer. Hou Liangjie stood behind Lin Nan and said.

"It's not good to pretend to be someone, pretend to be that great writer, you really think that we are all fools. Cao Fahua said sarcastically.

There was also gossip among the surrounding guests.

Xiong Wu's face was red, Yang Xing was really the great writer, he wrote those poems in front of him!

"I can testify as well. "

At this time, the sound of the piano stopped at some point, and Ziyan looked at this side.

Just staring at Yang Xing, Yang Xing's lips moved slightly.

I don't know if I understood Yang Xing's lips, Ziyan's eyes were a little evasive.

"Miss Ziyan can testify? Could it be that this person is really that writer?".

"I heard that it was Oiran Day, and it was through these poems that the writer got the opportunity to get along with Miss Ziyan. "

"Impossible, I don't think this person is young, and he doesn't look like a person who can write such murderous verses as killing one person in ten steps and leaving no line for a thousand miles. "

At this time, the entire birthday banquet was almost noisy, and they were all attracted by this incident.

Even Dean Chen and others, who were sitting at the summit, also cast their eyes.

Yang Xing stood up with a smile, directly ignored Lin Nan and the others, and walked to a long table with desserts in the center.

Yang Xing stood at one end, clasped his hands into fists and saluted Dean Chen: "Yang Xing, the teacher of Ziyang College, congratulates the old Dean Chen on his birthday. "

"Please. Dean Chen also looked at this person expectantly.

And the people around heard the subtleties in Yang Xing's words.

A few little poems?

Could it be that he didn't just write a song?

"The little girl has the courage to write for Teacher Yang. Ziyan stood up at this time and said, she had seen Yang Xing's ghostly font.

She believes in Yang Xing's talent, and the poems she wrote are definitely masterpieces, and it would be a pity if she couldn't leave Mobao.

"Yes. Yang Xing nodded.

Ziyan immediately ordered someone to prepare paper and ink.

Lin Nan and the three of them were restless at the moment.

"Could it be that the writer is really Yang Xing?" Hou Liangjie muttered quietly.

"No way, just that kid. Before, it was just a soul realm, how could it be possible to write such poems in such a state of mind. Cao Fahua didn't want to believe it.

Lin Nan was silent, but the wine glass in his hand was full of waves.

"Teacher Xiong, is Teacher Yang really the great writer who wrote poems in Chunyan Tower?" Ouyang Qingqing blinked his eyes and interrogated Xiong Wu.

Xiong Wu took a sip of wine happily: "Cool, cool, cool." It's cool to say something that has been held back for so long. Miss Qingqing, listen quietly, and you'll know the answer later.

It is really a great blessing in life to hear Brother Yang compose poems. "

Ouyang Qingqing looked at Yang Xing who was standing in front of the seven glasses of wine expectantly, if Teacher Yang was really the mysterious writer.

Aren't the two people she admires the most just one person?

Lin Nan took a long breath, and the entire birthday banquet was quiet, and he couldn't hear any sound at all.

He picked up the first glass of wine on the table and drank it down.

"Good rain knows the season, when spring happens.

Dive into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.

The wild trails are dark, and the river boats are bright.

Xiao looks at the red wet place, and the flowers are heavy in the official city. "

The beautiful context is very different from the poems made by Lin Nan before.

Yang Xing finished reading it here, and Ziyan over there had already written half of it.

"Good poetry, ......".

Just when everyone was about to praise, Yang Xing took a step forward, picked up a glass of wine again, and drank it all.

"It's hard to say goodbye when we meet, and the east wind is powerless.

The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry.

Xiaojing but the clouds and temples have changed, and the night chant should feel the cold moonlight.

There is no way to go to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent to visit. "

It's another song, and at this moment the air seems to be quiet, and they are all in the midst of poetry.

Over there, Ziyan had only finished writing her first poem at the moment, and she could only speed up.

This time, no one spoke again, for they probably understood the meaning of the seven glasses of wine.

But they are also curious in their hearts, can this person really write seven peerless masterpieces?

It's the same step, it's the same wine.

The wine is exhausted, and the poem begins.

"The vast and sorrowful day is slanting, and the whip points to the end of the world.

Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers. "

This is already the third song!

At this moment, even the old dean couldn't help but stand up, and the others stood up without saying a word, staring at the person in the center who was drinking and composing poetry.

"Grape wine glow-in-the-dark glass, if you want to drink the pipa, urge immediately.

Drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Mo smiled, how many people came back to fight in ancient times?".

This fourth poem directly changes the previous atmosphere, and everyone seems to be on the battlefield.

The most important thing is that those who have been on the battlefield seem to have returned to the past in an instant.

The fifth

"Drunk to pick up the lamp to look at the sword, dream back to blow the horn company camp.

Eight hundred miles under the command, fifty strings turned over the outside sound.

Autumn soldiers on the battlefield.

The horse-made Lu was fast, and the bow was like a thunderbolt.

But the king of the world, won the name before and after his death

Poor white happens!".

Some of the soldiers were already short of breath, and they longed to return to the battlefield again and fight the enemy.

After the sixth glass of wine, Yang Xing's face was already slightly red.

"The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying

Weijia Hai Nei Xi returned to his hometown,

Ande warriors are guarding all directions!".

Hearing this poem, the second prince closed his eyes and couldn't help but clench his hands.

In the last glass of wine, Yang Xing seemed to slow down.

"The east is adjacent to the Jieshi to view the sea.

The water is surging, and the mountains and islands are sturging.

The trees are overgrown and the grass is abundant.

The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are surging.

The journey of the sun and the moon, if out of it;

The stars are splendid, if out of it.

Fortunately, even ya, the song is a song. "

The last poem pulls back everyone's mountains and rivers on the battlefield, as if they are also on the high mountains, looking at the sea, and feeling the brilliance of the sun, moon and stars.

Everyone present couldn't calm their minds for a long time.

Suddenly, several cyclones stirred up on several people at the birthday banquet!

This is a sign of a breakthrough!

Because of the breakthrough relationship between many people, most of the heaven and earth spiritual qi within the Ziyang Academy flocked to this mountaintop manor.