Journey to the West: Confucian Supreme

Chapter 66 Sauvignon Blanc

After Liu Yanchang finished speaking, he looked at Bai Ziyun with a smile.

He never thought that Bai Ziyun would agree, and just waited for Bai Ziyun to open his mouth and shirked it awkwardly.

He only thinks that Bai Ziyun is a Yunyou doctor, there may be some medical skills, and the words should also be known, but when it comes to literary style, there is absolutely nothing.

Just now, I specially emphasized that this was written within his two incense sticks, that is, to ask Bai Ziyun to retreat in spite of the difficulties.

After all, no one wants to be ugly in front of people.

Until now, Liu Yanchang still thinks his poetry is good.

Bai Ziyun stared at Liu Yanchang speechlessly for a while, this can’t really be a retardation.

The so-called big knife in front of Guan Gong is what it means.

Perhaps even more seriously, if it is passed down to the world, it may become a new proverb, and Wen Zu writes poetry in front of him.

But since Liu Yanchangfei asked Jean to slap his face, Bai Ziyun had to meet his request.

Perhaps it was specially brought by Liu Yanchang, and there was a pen, ink and paper in front of the divine case.

Bai Ziyun didn’t chant either, and went straight forward and polished the ink.

Liu Yanchang saw Bai Ziyun’s slow and leisurely appearance, and the roots of his teeth were bitten, only thinking that Bai Ziyun didn’t know what to write, and was deliberately delaying time.

This time, Liu Yanchang guessed half right, Bai Ziyun was indeed thinking about what to write and what to write.

It’s not that I can’t write it, but I have too many poems in my head and I’m looking for the most suitable one.

Bai Ziyun glanced at Liu Yanchang and suddenly had an idea.

That poem is indeed very interesting.

Bai Ziyun thought about the pen and walked the dragon snake on a long roll of white paper.

Liu Yanchang was unimpressed at first, and watched from the sidelines with the attitude of watching jokes.

But seeing Bai Ziyun’s troubled look, he couldn’t help but muttered in his heart, could it be that this plague god really has two brushes?

He looked at Bai Ziyun’s words more intently.

“Sauvignon Blanc, in Huashan.

Luowei autumn crying gold well, the slight frost is miserable and cold.

The lone lamp was puzzled, curling up and looking at the moonlit sky and sighing.

Beauty is like a flower across the clouds!

There is the long sky of the green underworld, and the waves of the water below.

The long road is far away, and the soul of the dream is not difficult to pass the mountain.

Sauvignon Blanc, heart and liver! ”

“Shameless, shameless!!” Liu Yanchang shouted in his heart, his eyes split.

He just wrote a few poems praising the beauty of the Three Virgins, although presumptuously, that is, playing on the sidelines.

What is this thing written by Bai Ziyun.

It’s simply a naked confession.

What “Sauvignon Blanc, heart-destroying liver.” ”

Can it be more meaty? How can the noodles be heart-warming.

What makes Liu Yanchang most depressed is that this poem is extremely well written.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a strange work, if Liu Yanchang knew this poem earlier, he would definitely copy it.

Not to mention the goddess of the deep mountains who does not know the world, even if it is presented to the queen mother…

Ahem, naturally there will be no result, that is, the Heavenly Immortal God accepts the order to fight against everything.

After Bai Ziyun put aside his pen, he glanced at his new work with satisfaction.

Watching Liu Yanchang’s face change, it was quite interesting.

Speaking of which, looking for this kind of poem also made Bai Ziyun put some effort into it.

Because ordinary poets, no matter how bold their personalities are, they are Confucians after all.

I will always subconsciously restrain myself, even if I write love poems, I will not be so enthusiastic.

After several choices, the final choice was still the poem of his own big apprentice Li Bai.

Bai Ziyun couldn’t help but sigh that with the enthusiasm and boldness of the eldest apprentice, it also made sense to leave a name in the history of Qing.

The poem is called Sauvignon Blanc, although it is about beauty throughout.

In fact, this is a poem written by Li Bai to a big man, Tang Xuanzong…

Although poets have a tradition of using beauty as a metaphor for things, Bai Ziyun felt the need to save his founding disciple.

As a big poet, he has never had any scandals with beautiful people in his life, but he mixes with several men every day.

What to write “I love Mengfuzi, wind 1iu the world hears.” ”

Although he knew that this was a heart-to-heart relationship, Bai Ziyun still wanted to correct him.

There is nothing wrong with making this poem appear in advance, and it is used for the right purpose.

Bai Ziyun couldn’t help but sigh that as a teacher, he really had good intentions for the physical and mental health of his disciples.

Perhaps Liu Yanchang’s room full of ambiguous mei poetry misled him, Bai Ziyun overlooked one thing, this is not modern…

Even if it is a goddess, she has been educated in three virtues and four virtues since childhood, where has she been exposed to this kind of thing.

At this moment, a certain Huashan goddess was now hiding behind the cloud and mist tent, almost blushing with shame.

“Abominable, abominable, how can there be such a thing, people are kind to entertain you, why are you so rude, I must tell my brother to go this time.” A woman of sixteen or seventeen, with a coquettish color between her eyebrows ~ eyes, a not too tall figure wearing a light yellow dress, a streamer behind her waist fluttering, with a fluttering meaning, her face is red like an apple, and she mutters softly in her mouth.

The Three Virgins said that they were very aggrieved, and today they seemed to have been molested.

In the temple, where few people came, a person inscribed for the first time today.

It seems that the three virgins do not understand much, but the poems in the title are all praising their beauty, which makes people so happy and shy.

The Three Virgins almost wanted to show up to meet him, but thinking of his brother’s instructions, he would not let himself show up to see any outsiders, even if other immortal gods came, he would notify his brother and let his brother come to receive him.

The three virgins are only responsible for enjoying the blessings ~ benefits of Mount Huashan, and practicing with peace of mind.

But that’s really boring, it’s better than when you haven’t become a god, when you’re in the mortal world.

The Three Virgins wanted to go back to the mortal world, or be with Yang Jian, but after only mentioning a little, they were so stared at by Yang Jian that they couldn’t say the following words.

This place is deserted on weekdays, and the Three Virgins have to play with the fairies who occasionally pass by.

But the fairies didn’t pass by every day, and the three virgins had to practice boring every day.

Until today, this scholar named Liu Yanchang came here to inscribe, and the three virgins were struggling to listen to their brother’s words, or secretly willful.

Half a day had passed, Liu Yanchang looked a little anxious, and finally got up and left.

The Three Virgins were stunned and wanted to live alone in this empty mountain again.

When he was bored, he hid his divine body and sent Liu Yanchang down the mountain all the way.

Until Liu Yanchang seemed to be careless, he broke a leg, and it seemed that the injury was very serious.

The three virgins have almost done their psychological construction, even if they are discovered by their brother afterwards, they will show up to see their mortals.

When the Three Virgins were about to appear, they didn’t want anyone to come here, and after looking around curiously, they saved Liu Yanchang.

The Three Virgins breathed a sigh of relief, and faintly felt a little lost. _

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