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After a long time, Qi Hua returned to his senses first from the words, and he praised with red eyes: “Absolutely, it’s amazing, I seem to have seen my twenty years of regret, the years are merciless, and Yiren is not there.”

“Dare to ask Gongzi, what is the name of this word?” Is it a new word brand? The red sleeve that had just drawn the end and had not yet written the title asked cheerfully.

Zhou Bai looked at the tall Tingshan Mountain and said abruptly: “The water waves under the mountain wash the sand and stones rolling down the mountain day after day, and the word card is called Lang Taosha, Lang Taosha Toast the East Wind.”

When he first read this poem, Zhou Bai kept thinking back to the story of Ting Mountain and the stream, which was once a big river.

“There are really natural poets in the world, no, you should call it poetry now, just wait for the musician to compose the music, and the major green buildings will compete to sing it.” Qi Hua chanted over and over again, and his gaze towards Zhou Bai was full of heat.

The back of Zhou Bai’s neck was cold, and he couldn’t help but take a few steps back and said, “Ugly, it’s just a matter of feeling about the landscape here.”

At the same time, looking around the Canglan Pavilion, the others were no better than Qi Hua, all of them were amazed and eager, and even had some respect.

In ancient times, there were seven steps to become poetry, and now there are seven steps to become words, and if the waves can be handed down, the people who participate in the poetry meeting are also the promoters of good stories.

“Oh? Unexpectedly, Brother Zhou’s county city also understood the landscape. At this time, a local of the county town asked rather suspiciously.

Zhou Bai’s face was as usual, and he made a reminiscence: “Well, I have occasionally seen the legends here from the wild history miscellaneous books on the book stall.” I heard that this stream was originally called Canglan River, leading directly to the Ningjiang River, a large river in Honzhou, and she accompanied Tingshan for thousands of years, but she didn’t expect that it would now be like this…”

He didn’t know if the mountain god of Tingshan was watching him, so he could only try his best not to make a mistake in his language.

The exchange and collision of Wensi continues.

As the sun sets, the two sides of the pavilion are already covered with poems, and the pages of ink are fluttering in the breeze, which seems to spread the atmosphere into the mountains. Originally, the pearl jade

was in front, and the poetry meeting behind should be more lively, but who called this pearl jade too shining, no matter what poems were made later, everyone felt bored.

Sun Yucheng struggled to write a good seven laws, if the literary qi manifested, it was definitely full of red qi, but it did not make many waves in the Canglan Pavilion.

Of course, Qi Hua is fair, relying on his ability to appreciate his own poetry, he insisted on hanging Sun Yucheng’s seven-rhythm poem behind Lang Taosha and ranked second. Although Qi

Hua has been dragging his feet to gain fame after taking the middle school examination, Qi Hua’s homeschool literacy is beyond doubt.

Father Qi’s teaching, as well as the teachers hired by the family with great funds, are all famous men. The

birds in the mountains splashed and the warm sunset cast a long oblique shadow on the Canglan Pavilion.

Qi Hua stood in the center with his wine glass, and everyone in the pavilion also expected something and got up one after another.

“The banquet of the world is all dispersed, the Tingshan poetry meeting is coming to an end, this is a small gift for everyone, thank you for coming to this venue.”

A row of maids held exquisite wooden boxes and sent them to everyone, and no one shirked them, but accepted them very tacitly.

When everyone was about to leave, Qi Hua reminded a group of people in the inner circle: “If the owner of Mobao in the first row is willing to give poetry to Tingshan, you can leave a step for a while.” The

people in the outer circle did not stop and left one after another, and several people in the inner circle shook their heads, as if they had long known the inside story, and also took down the poetry shrine they hung and left.

“Let’s go, this original manuscript is still kept by yourself, I heard that it can contain literary atmosphere.”

“Yes, if it is dedicated to the Temple of Literature or the Imperial Court Zheng God, I have never heard of the Tingshan Mountain God.”

“Qi Gongzi is sorry, I still can’t accept burning my ink treasure…”

All kinds of discussions gradually dissipated with the departure, but there were not a few ink treasures hanging on the Canglan Pavilion.

Zhou Bai knew that this was the main thing, but his face was full of doubts, and he looked at the crowd going down the mountain around him, and he also followed.

Who expected Qi Hua to quickly run in front of Zhou Bai, his face was anxious: “Brother Zhou, please stay here, even if I owe you a favor!” The Tingshan poetry meeting

began two years ago, and Qi Hua always wanted to burn the proceeds of the poetry meeting to Tingshan in the end, but he never asked anyone to burn it, which would stop Zhou Bai and set a precedent.

“Since Brother Qi has a request, of course I agree, then can I leave myself?” Zhou Bai smiled slightly and said generously.

Qi Hua looked at the dim color on Wangting Mountain, shook his head and said, “Brother Zhou better wait, there may be unexpected benefits.”

At this time, the people who did not leave the pavilion were Zhou Bai, Qi Hua, and Sun Yucheng.

Sun Yucheng didn’t need Qi Hua to speak, he first took off the ink treasure and handed it to him: “Brother Qi sacrifices God with text, of course, I can’t miss such a lively event.”

According to common sense, Sun Yucheng should also leave, and the first draft of the red poem of the descendants of the Qi family can be presented to the ancestral temple.

But he met an old Taoist priest some time ago and instructed him to go to Tingshan to look for opportunities.

Sun Yucheng recalled the appearance of the old Taoist god and god, and thought that he wanted to climb the feng shui master of the Qi family, who expected that the current situation seemed to be different, so stay?

And if Qi Hua invited Zhou Bai, he would not leave.

Qi Hua smiled at Sun Yucheng and said, “Qi Gongzi’s seven-law pen is full of ink, of course, you can keep it, but the poems of these people, presumably the mountain gods will not like it.”

Zhao Liangji and several people were stunned, their faces immediately darkened, and they were immediately embarrassed.

However, whether it was Xiao Qihua or the Junwang Qi family behind them, they could not offend, and they could only silently look at Sun Yucheng.

Where would Sun Yucheng decide for them, he stepped forward and whispered a few words, as if to comfort and promise.

In the end, only the three of them remained in the pavilion, and even a group of servants retreated to the junction below the mountain to guard it.

If it weren’t for Qi’s mother’s instructions, she would not be driven home directly by Qi Hua. The

worship utensils were simple, a wooden table with a sandalwood smoker on it, and a brazier.

Zhou Bai sniffed the smell of sandalwood, mellow and fresh.

I don’t know what this means, why not go online to worship? It’s like smoking them.

Qi Hua put the three pages of poetry into the brazier, and the hand holding the fire fold was obviously a little tight, and the flame rose, and it only took a moment to burn the three pages of rice paper. The

ashes blew into Tingshan with the cold night breeze, Qi Hua was very nervous, the ancestral records would not be false, this has been several years in a row.

“No, Qi Hua, you have a problem with this sandalwood?!” Zhou Bai suddenly felt drowsy in his brain, as if he had been drunk, and wanted to sleep very much.

However, when he woke up, it was too late, and the last picture before falling asleep was Sun Yucheng falling on the steps out of the pavilion.

Zhou Bai thought of the little Qingshan mountain god, unless the tie was too deep, most of them would meet in their dreams.

Dreams?