When Zhang Luochen heard Yan Qiusheng ask this, he smiled mysteriously and joked: "Brother Yan is afraid?"

Yan Qiusheng laughed when he heard this: "Hahaha, Brother Zhang was joking. You and I both have the same heart and we met too late. What's there to be afraid of?"

While speaking, Yan Qiusheng pulled out the cork of the wine bottle, and the clear and mellow fragrance of the fine wine immediately dissipated.

He was not polite, but he leaned his head and poured a big mouthful. His eyes suddenly lit up and he praised: "Good wine, good wine!"

Ning Buping looked at it and hurriedly grabbed it. He said, "Brother Yan, you and I have been together for a long time. We have enjoyed the same blessings and have difficulty, but we also leave some for me."

While talking, the two of them scrambled to eat half a pound of fine wine and quickly fell into their stomachs.

This wine is Zhang Luochen's Lingquan Fairy Brew. Although it is fascinating, it also has various benefits. After drinking the wine, the two immediately felt refreshed and reborn, and became more interested.

Zhang Luochen had no choice but to take out another bottle, but this time he learned how to behave. He took out the ordinary wine he bought in Lizhou Prefecture and took out four small wine cups. Qin Zi'ang hurriedly took it over and poured a glass for each of them.

Zhang Luochen looked up at the moonlight on the willows, but he had a different idea in his heart. Although the names of the two people in front of him were somewhat different, they coincided with the story of Lanruo Temple that he heard, and it was worth making friends with.

If this is true, would there be a female ghost named Xiaoqian come to seduce this night?

It’s not that I hope to get some experience after killing this Xiaoqian. Zhang Luochen was more curious about this matter, and secretly guessed in his heart that this world where gods and ghosts appeared was related to the stories and legends of Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio in his own world?

With the wine cup, drinking has finally become more civilized, but it has less fun. After drinking like this, Ning Buping said: "Drinking like this is not fun, how about we drinking by writing poems?"

This drinking and writing poems is a game for literati and poets. It is just like modern people drinking, but it is a bit embarrassing for Zhang Luochen. He was about to find some reason to push it, but he didn't expect the other two to respond immediately.

"Okay, I have this idea too. The moon is just right today, so why not just use the moon as the theme." Qin Zi'ang echoed excitedly.

"This love, I will write a poem first." Yan Qiusheng has a cheerful personality, but is even more direct. He blurted out: "The moon is full and sunny, and he met a friend in Lanruo Temple. The moonlit night makes the sound of wine, and the Ming Dynasty won its reputation!"

Puff, Zhang Luochen almost spurted out an old blood. He thought that Yan Qiusheng must have some literary in his stomach, but he didn't want a lilac poem to be quite funny.

Seeing the other two people's faces obviously holding their smiles, but they were not easy to say it directly. They simply skipped the praise part and raised their glasses and said, "Drink, drink."

With Yan Qiusheng's likable poem at the bottom, the other two were no longer restrained. Qin Zi'ang put down his wine glass and continued: "In June, in Luocheng, in September, we meet Lizhou. In the ancient temple, we meet close friends, but we don't see lovesickness."

His writing is slightly higher than Yan Qiusheng. Although Zhang Luochen does not understand poetry, he still has the ability to appreciate good and bad. He seems to have vaguely revealed some of his own experiences. Sure enough, Yan Qiusheng immediately praised: "Good poetry, good poetry."

Zhang Luochen was also excited when he heard this, but he no longer hid his weakness. Although we can't write poems, we can't copy them? Although he was not a professional in ancient Chinese literature in his previous life, he could still remember some particularly famous ancient poems.

Speaking of drinking, he had a song in his mind, so he picked up Qin Zi'ang's wine cup, touched his own wine cup gently, and a crisp sound of clang, and opened his mouth and said, "When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky with wine."

The originally noisy wine table suddenly became quiet after Zhang Luochen read a few sentences. The three of them looked at Zhang Luochen, who was closing his eyes and reciting poems in surprise, waiting for his next sentence.

"I don't know what year it will be today in the palace in the sky. I want to ride the wind, but I am afraid that the jade building and jade pagoda are so cold that it is so cold that it is dancing and playing with the clear shadows, but it seems like it is in the world."

The last three words were paused and gently spit out. Zhang Luochen suddenly found that the surroundings were extremely quiet. He was alert and suddenly opened his eyes, but saw the other three people opening their mouths and staring at him with disbelief.

"Brother Zhang." Qin Zi'ang reacted first and said leisurely: "I only think that you are awesome in your magical methods, but I don't want Brother Zhang Wensi to be better than us."

Ning Buping's eyes were lonely and said sadly: "What a wine question to ask Qingtian, how brave is it? If there are so talented people in Zhongzhou and Zhou dynasties like Brother Zhang, what kind of face can I refer to?"

Qin Zi'ang patted Ning Buping's shoulder with sympathy and advised: "Brother Ning doesn't have to be discouraged. He is as fairy-like as Brother Zhang. Not to mention the Zhongzhou Kingdom, even if he looks at the world, he will only have one person."

"That's right, that's it." Duan Yan Qiusheng also praised: "I don't know what you two are. Anyway, I, Yan, have never heard of such a masterpiece until today. Moreover, Brother Zhang's poem is unique in rhythm, so I don't know how to explain it?"

Zhang Luochen didn't expect that an old song almost broke Ning Buping's thoughts on taking the exam. He chose this song because it fits the situation, but also because in his own era, there was a song composed by this song, so he remembered it deeply.

He waved his hand and said, "The small path is just a small path. This is a lyric card. Unlike regular verses, it is a person in the teacher who does nothing to relieve his boredom."

"Oh." Yan Qiusheng nodded, "No wonder he has never heard of it. I wonder if Brother Zhang can read Bai Yi Er again, so that I can wait for Zhang Zhang to see it."

Ning Buping also figured out the joints. He had never seen such literary talent before, but he was a person from afar. People's qualifications are naturally different, so there is no need to worry about it so much, so he asked Zhang Luochen to write another poem readily.

"This is not necessary. This word is divided into two verses. I just read the first half. Since you want to listen, I will read it all." It is worthy of being the Eight Great Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties. This poem by Su Shi is indeed a powerful tool for traveling through time, and every era and even every world can resonate.

Yan Qiusheng heard this, but reached out and pulled out his sword. He walked to the open space in the courtyard in two steps and said loudly: "Brother Zhang is a good word, I am going to dance the sword to cheer up."

"Okay!" Now it was not just the literati on the table, but even Yang Baichuan next to him started to applaud.

Seeing that several people were in high spirits, Zhang Luochen stood up and whispered: "When will the bright moon be there? I asked the sky with wine......... I danced and made the clear shadows, and it seemed like I was in the world.

Turn the red pavilion, lower the beautiful house, and shine without sleep. There should be no hatred, so why should we be far away? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has phases and waxing, and this matter is difficult to be complete in ancient times. I hope people will live long and share the beauty of the moon with thousands of miles away."

Famous poems and masterpieces, coupled with his extraordinary temperament, complement each other very well.

On the other side, Yan Qiusheng's body rose up in response to the sound. The sword in his hand was like a mercury dragon, flying up and down. Under the moonlight, he felt a silver squad around Yan Qiusheng, and his eyes were dazzling and his body was full of cold.
Chapter completed!