God Level Villain

"According to the news at noon, they are now in Deyang, Sichuan. They are traveling day and night. They should be able to arrive in two days." Tian Luo members said.

"Okay, go down."

Yes!

At this time, only Ye Feng and Li Bai were left in the room.

At this time, the night wind tore off the human mask, and said with true expression, "I was negligent before."

Ye Feng's slight move also gained Li Bai's favor. Sincerely, Li Bai could not know if the mask was not torn off, but Ye Feng did not.

"I don't know why this son invited me?" Li Bai asked.

"Introduce yourself first, Ye Feng, the current king of the Great Sui Empire." As Ye Feng spoke, he also took out the things that could prove his identity.

Li Bai had been an official in the Great Sui Dynasty, but it was a pity that he was framed and demoted to Ye Feng's father, so this world also had the poem "Early Facing Baidi City".

Because he had been an official, and many state officials were willing to receive him, Li Bai's knowledge was not comparable to that of civilians, and Yefeng's royal objects were also recognized by him.

"Caomin pays homage to the emperor, long live my emperor!" Li Bai performed a complete courtesy, but he did not have much respect in his heart. Because of Ye Jian, Li Bai had a bit of resentment towards the Sui royal family.

Ye Feng didn't care too much, his father paid his debts.

Although Ye Feng couldn't learn Liu Bei's cheeky, but if he wanted to accept such talents, he couldn't let go of it at all. "This is not an emperor, nor is it the land of the Great Sui Dynasty. You don't need to be polite, please sit down.

Li Bai stood up and sat down.

"My husband is invited to come today, just to relieve my sorrow." Ye Feng said, and immediately flipped his palm to make a jug of good wine in the virtual space.

The eighteen-year-old Shaoxing Huadiao, also known as Daughter Red, is one of the official royal wines.

Even though the night breeze is not good for wine, it will occasionally come a little bit, so there are always preparations in the virtual space. When the wine lid is opened, the fragrance will float ten miles.

By the way, let the boss bring a few signature dishes.

Ok?

"Daughter red?"

"It smells good."

"Definitely eighteen years."

"Mr.'s nose is good." As Ye Feng said, he was about to pour himself wine.

Li Bai did not forget the etiquette, "How can the emperor pour the wine himself."

Speaking, Li Bai took the wine jar, poured it on Ye Feng, and then poured himself a glass.

"The emperor, please!" Li Bai picked up the wine glass and wanted to start smelling it and savoring it, just like a **** ghost saw a peerless beauty, but still did not forget the etiquette.

"Call me Ye Gongzi, otherwise we won't be able to enjoy ourselves. Wouldn't it be a waste of this fine wine."

"Okay, Ye Gongzi, please!"

"Sir please!"

The two put the wine glasses on the tip of their noses one after another. After 18 years of storage, just smelling the fragrance is a supreme enjoyment.

As soon as the wine entered his stomach, Li Bai immediately praised: "The entrance is soft, the first line of throat, good wine! Good wine!"

Looking at the effect, Ye Feng was also quite satisfied, and the two of them started to change their cups.

In this era, the alcohol content is less than 20, and it is not easy to drink.

The jar of wine quickly bottomed out, and Ye Feng took out a jar again, and the two drank each other.

At this time, the sky was getting darker, and the red moon in the sky shone in. Li Bai couldn't help but said: "It's a little too sweet to have wine without poetry."

Ye Feng's thoughts turned, "Since the gentleman has this kind of elegance, he is willing to accompany him, should we not add a small bet?"

"What bet?" Li Bai asked.

"Let's take Jiuyue as a poem, a glass of wine, a glass of wine within twenty breaths, the person who loses must promise the person who wins a condition." Ye Feng said.

Li Bai pushed his hand, took a glance at himself, and said, "The young man sits on the world, and I am impoverished, what can I bet against the young man?"

"Don't worry, the husband I want can afford." Ye Feng said.

"Okay! I agreed." Li Bai was also bold.

A glass of wine stopped, and there was it, "When will the blue sky come, I will stop drinking today."

Ye Feng recalled it carefully, and then he knew that this is a collection of Li Bai's poems, "Ask the Wine to the Moon"!

In his previous life, Ye Feng was a more diligent college student. It was impossible to say that he used original poems to win Shixian.

Can't you be a literary thief with an original fight? The poem of this world was published today, but Ye Feng, a traverser, has memorized it several times.

After recalling it, Ye Feng pretended to raise his wine glass and thought, "It is impossible for people to climb the moon, but the moon travels with them."

"Wonderful!" Li Bai's eyes beamed, the next sentence turned out to be withdrawn as he had imagined.

At this time, Li Bai picked up the wine glass again, and said, "It's like a flying mirror facing the Danque, and the green smoke is wiped out."

Ye Feng was praised by Li Bai, and he was ashamed. He could be more original than kung fu, but poetry was really nothing special.

Ye Feng had to pick up his wine glass and continue to be a literary thief, "But seeing the night come from the sea, I would rather know if Xiang Yunjian is there?"

Li Bai: "The white rabbit pours medicine into the autumn and restores the spring. Who is next to Chang'e?"

Ye Feng: "Today people don't see the ancient times and moon, this month once shone the ancient times.

Li Bai: "For the ancients and today, if the water flows, the bright moon will be the same."

Ye Feng: "Only when the song is to the wine, the moonlight shines in the golden bottle."

"Absolutely!" Li Bai seemed to have met a confidant, and every sentence that Ye Feng righted was exactly the same as he expected.

The status is different, the mood is different, and Li Bai only thinks that Ye Feng understands him well.

Li Bai was also poetic for a while, and the night wind also refused to come. The literary thieves became a thorough, knowing that Su Shi's "Shui Tiaoge Tou" had not yet come out, so I used it.

On the other hand, Li Bai easily matched each sentence, and there was no way to get the night wind into the party.

In the middle of the night, the little girl and the others were asleep, and the two of them were drinking and talking to the poem.

Ye Feng brought them piece by piece, and Li Bai couldn't help it.

Li Bai is original, and Ye Feng thinks one by one.

Time passed until now, Ye Feng has lost his temper by Li Bai's talent.

Moreover, Li Bai is always original at any time, with inspiration, creation is unlimited, and this wine is Li Bai's inspiration.

But Yefeng brought it, and there are many good ancient poems, but he can recite all of them.

Now the situation is like the night wind eating the grain stored in the warehouse, and Li Bai is eating while planting. No matter how much the warehouse stocks, there will always be a moment when he finishes eating, and he will never finish eating while planting.

No way, this loss will happen sooner or later.

Immediately, Ye Feng thought of modern poetry.

A birdman once said that if Li Bai reaches modern times, he may not be a writer, because modern styles are different.

Many people sneered at it, and the same goes for Ye Feng. As long as they learn modern popular styles, they are still literary magnates.

Now, he remembered this, why not bully Li Bai in style?

After all, it takes time to study. Can't adapt to it right now?

Thinking of this, Ye Feng put it into action, saying, "Pure Jiuyue is too limited. Why not let it go?"

"Good." Li Bai had no objection.

Ye Feng was delighted in his heart and brought a modern poem "Believe in the Future" written by Shi Zhi, "When the spider web relentlessly seals up my stove, when the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty. I still stubbornly pave the disappointment. The ashes of the world, written with beautiful snowflakes: Believe in the future."

Li Bai was also stunned at the beginning, and immediately asked: "This is a popular style created by the son for commoner communication, right?"

"Yes." Ye Feng said.

"This style of writing poetry is not beautiful enough, it is not everyone's choice, but the artistic conception is acceptable, and it can be on the stage." Li Bai said.

puff!

Ye Feng wanted to vomit. He originally wanted to use it to stump Li Bai, but he didn't expect others to say that it was not everyone's choice, and he could barely get on stage with his artistic conception.

If Master Index Finger listened to it, would he vomit blood?

However, now that the poem is used, Ye Feng can only make Li Bai right, "Sir, please!"

"Well, since the son is interested in this, I will accompany him to the elegant and popular appreciation."

Li Bai raises his glass, thinks a little, and there is, "When my purple grapes turn into the dew of late autumn, when my flowers nestle in the feelings of others, I still stubbornly use the frosty dry vines on the desolate ground Write: Believe in the future."

Ye Feng had completely lost his temper and couldn't help him with anything.

Let alone the night breeze, depending on the situation, even the so-called masters of modern poetry have to be abused to perfection when they come.

Ye Feng himself had no choice but to ask the system at this time, "System, I can't beat him, can you see if there is any way?"