At this time, the scribe had finished writing on the wall, and Yin Niang saw that the master was talking to the restaurant owner, so she came over and looked at the poem written by the blue scribe and said softly, "When I entered the Yaotai, only Xu Feiqiong’s dust heart was unfinished."
She read like an oriole, and she was shocked when she heard it.
How did Xu Feiqiong’s name come out so well?
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The wind soul looked at the wall and met with the word Xu Feiqiong’s name, and the scribe shook his head at his own writing. Suddenly, he erased the sentence "Xu Feiqiong is the only one sitting" and murmured, "If Xu Xian knew that I had leaked her name to the common people, she would definitely chop me to death with a sword."
It was he who tried to revise and rewrite the second sentence with a brush, but he couldn’t think of any other sentence. When Nie Yinniang saw that it was difficult for him, he said, "Why not change it to’ the wind flies in vain’?"
The scribe’s eyes lit up and he said, "Good, good, good."
So I wrote "the wind flies in vain" in erasing the second sentence and then threw the pen to touch the head of Yin Niang. "It turned out to be a talented woman, too."
Yin Niang flashed and let him touch it
At this time, the wind soul is wondering in the heart, how can this person know Fei Qiong’s name? You know, Yaochi fairies like Wang Miaoxiang, Xu Feiqiong and Dong Shuangcheng are all beautiful, but they rarely appear in front of ordinary people after their time base has soared. Naturally, it is impossible for ordinary people to know them.
He wanted to ask the blue scribe, but other drinkers gathered to look at the wall and comment on poetry.
The scribe looked at the wind soul proudly. "How?"
Feng Soul looked at Yin Niang first. "What do you think of his poem?"
"Although it’s good," Yin Niang whispered, "it’s not as good as what you just read."
The blue scribe said angrily, "What do you know, little girl?"
Hey, you just said that my female apprentice is a talented woman!
The wind soul just read to Yin Niang are all timeless famous sentences that have stood the test of time. Naturally, it is not easy for others to compare them, but it is not a matter that this alcoholic can write a fairly good poem in such a short time. The wind soul looked at him and smiled and said, "What’s your name, please?"
The blue scribes looked up at the sky. "My name is … well, my name is Xu, too …"
What do you mean "also surnamed Xu"? Wind Soul shrugged. "Maybe your name is Xu Feiqiong?"
"How is that possible?" The scribe said angrily, "My name is Xu Zhuo, by the way."
You won’t say, forget it. Do you have to come up with a name temporarily?
Feng Soul shook his head at him and said, "I’m afraid you have to pay for Xu Xiong’s drinks yourself, not to mention that this poem is not bad, but it’s not surprising. It happened that my little sister helped you figure out one of the lines. Since your poem is incomplete, how dare you let me help you pay for the drinks?"
"It was complete …"
"Then you crossed out the sentence" Wind Soul sneers ",not to mention that this sentence was crossed out by yourself, even if you didn’t cross out this sentence" Xu Feiqiong is the only one in the seat ". Who’s Xu Feiqiong? Where is it from? Which allusion is it taken from? "
The blue scribes froze there. "She’s not a woman, and there’s nothing to remember her …"
"Is it not a woman or a fairy?" The wind soul continued to sneer. "Since you are a fairy Xu Xiong, how can you know each other?"
Xu Feiqiong is of course a fairy.
Wind Soul is just curious about the identity of this drunkard.
Other drinkers heard the wind soul talk for a while and also felt that the wind soul shouldn’t pay for the wine. Since it is a gambling poem, it’s better to write a complete one.
The blue scribes blushed and cried, "Well, I’ll sing another song. If the language is not surprising this time, I’ll jump into the lake, but the more I drink, the more poetic I become. I just didn’t drink enough …"
"If you don’t drink when you jump into the lake, I can also help you to call you well first, and then count me in."
The wind soul ordered wine for him. This guy can drink a lot. Just now, he was drunk and smoked. Now he has even drunk a few bowls, but he is still like that. He staggered to the wall and wrote on the wall with a famous style.
Yin Niang’s eyes lit up and she couldn’t help reading after him. "Do you see that the Yellow River flows to the sea every day? Don’t you see that the high hall mirror is sad and white-haired, like moss and dusk, like snow. oh, let a man of spirit venture where he pleases doesn’t make a golden bottle to the moon …"
As she read it, she thought, "It turns out that this person is so talented and seems to be a talented person."
Those drinkers even admire.
Wind soul is dazed zheng suddenly jumped over and grabbed the hand of the scribes to stop him from writing.
The scribe turned back. "What’s the matter?"
The wind soul squinted at him with a look of disdain. "You plagiarized."
The blue scribes were furious. "Who plagiarized?"
"Did it really come out of you?"
"Of course"
"If I say this poem, I will also read it, believe it or not?"
"Well, you write it." The blue scribe angrily handed the pen to him. Feng Soul wanted to write with a writing brush, but he thought that his writing brush would be bad, so there was no need to make a fool of himself here. So he handed the writing brush to Yin Niang. "I’ll read it to you and you can write it."
So he followed the other party’s unfinished sentence to read "… I was born with spin a thousand pieces of silver, all of them come back! cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle, and and make me, of three hundred bowls, one long drink! Cenfudan Qiusheng will enter the wine cup and sing a song, please listen to me …"
In the 21st century, almost everyone knows that they have a slight preference for poetry, and they can learn it by heart. Yinniang wrote it on the wall for the soul of the wind until the last sentence, "I am worried about the same sales."
Naturally, those drinkers were amazed, and even Yin Niang couldn’t help asking "Who did master write this poem?"
The wind soul sneered at the scribe while answering. "This poet’s surname is Li Mingbai, not Xu."
The scribe’s face turned blue and white, and most of the drinkers were literati. Although they felt so good, they had never heard of it before, but they also believed in the wind and soul’s words and condemned the man for saying that he should not plagiarize.
This kind of thing is a taboo for literati.
When the blue scribes saw that everyone looked at him with disdain, they couldn’t let go of this face and cried, "Don’t listen to this man’s nonsense that I wrote this poem."
The wind soul sneered, "Then how can I?"
The blue scribe coughed, "This poem is normal for someone who has heard it before."
"Then how come no one else has heard of it?" The wind soul said, "And I remember that its surname is Li instead of Xu."
The blue scribe bit his teeth and said, "I am Li Bai."
"Are you Li Bai?" The wind and soul spread their hands. "Then I am still Du Fu."
"Who is Du Fu?"
"You don’t even know Du Fu and dare to call yourself Li Bai?"