My system is a bit crazy

Chapter 17 The Story of Lake Birds
Regardless of what happened in the audience, Jiang Hong continued to speak with unruly eyes.

"Bai, in the year of the weak crown, I took my sword out of Shuchuan and headed eastward toward the sun. Along the way, I subdued demons, sang songs and indulged in wine, so happy."

"Today, at the invitation of the organizer of the literary conference, I hereby cleanse myself, burn incense and wash my hands, and come to the conference."

"In front of the Feixian Tower, I feel small, but my manpower can be expected. When I climb the tower, I can see the majesty of the Jiangnan River and marvel at the infinity of the world."

"Dragon Boat Festival, guests will meet, drinking and discussing poetry, there is a legacy of Lanting."

"Thanks to everyone's respect for Bai, please ask Bai to be the sub-poem of today's literary meeting. Li Bai responded to everyone's request, and suddenly he was so proud that he wrote this song "Jiangnan Song", hoping to make friends with everyone and enhance the atmosphere of this literary meeting."

"What a pity, what a pity!"

Jiang Hong shook his head, hammered his chest with his right hand, and said in a sighing tone.

"At the time of Baihuangkou, I migrated to Changlong with my father, passed by a lake, and saw a strange phenomenon."

"In the west of the lake there is a bird with daytime feathers, white wings, a red crown on its head, and clear and crisp singing. It feeds on fish and shrimp in the lake. , this bird is black in body, with a straight beak, low eyes and short legs, and its voice is like a ghost, and it feeds on carrion by the lake."

"One day, the birds in the west of the lake learned that there were fresh fish in the east of the lake, so they happily went there. At this time, the birds in the east of the lake, who ate carrion, saw that the day feathers were holy and god-like, and became jealous. They drove other birds in the east of the lake to repel them. it."

"The birds on the west of the lake were sad and returned to the west of the lake. The birds on the east of the lake swaggered and swallowed carrion as a delicacy, and stood on the remains of stones to laugh at all the birds in the three directions. From then on, the birds on the west of the lake in Hunan and Hubei no longer swam in the east of the lake, and the east of the lake was ambiguous. Among the birds, the rotting bird dominates the lake and thinks it is the king of the lake. It is proud of itself all day long and defiant. It does not know that it is ugly, and its vision is trapped in the east of the lake!"

Jiang Hong looked at Liu Zichuan at the side, his face was ashen, he obviously understood that the "rotten bird" in Jiang Hong's mouth was referring to him, and everyone in the audience was also ashen, they were the "ignorant birds" in Jiang Hong's mouth, including The faces on the stage were also bad. Jiang Hong slapped "Hudong" in the face one after another, which made them very embarrassed.

Jiang Hong knew that he was almost ridiculing, so he saved some face for these people.

"Bai's "Jiangnan Yin" is based on Li Bai's own ideas and expresses Li Bai's own feelings. Li Bai is a cultivator of immortality. Fame and wealth are in the past. Wine, swords and freedom are what Bai yearns for. . Ordinary people cannot avoid the pursuit of fame and fortune, just like Li Bai cannot avoid his love for wine. If Bai gave up his pursuit of wine, swords and freedom, then the water of the Jiangnan River would really flow like the northwest. "

Regardless of the crowd, Jiang Hong took off the jug on his waist and drank the rest of the wine in one gulp. The leaked wine soaked Jiang Hong's neckline along his neck.

The world was silent for a while.

Jiang Hong handed the jug to a person around him, meaning to ask him to fill the jug with fine wine, and that person took the jug in a daze.

"Climb Dongshan and you will be Xiaolu, climb Taishan and you will be small. Your vision should be like this rolling Jiangnan River, wide and far away, instead of being trapped in tall buildings because of a poem, but trapped on paper."

"Everyone!"

"Can you accept Bai, a man who wields swords in lakes and seas?"

At this moment, Jiang Hong radiated his cultivation in the early stage of foundation establishment to the extreme and shocked everyone at the scene, especially Liu Zichuan next to him.

……

All the guests wake up.

"Bai, young heroes too!"

"It's my short-sightedness that misunderstood the meaning of Li Shaoxia's poem. I'm sorry!"

"Poetry weighs a hundred catties, and its light shines three feet. How could it be a negative connotation. Liu Jiaerlang is really blinded by lard!"

"That's right, Liu Zichuan, hurry up and apologize to Mr. Li Bai, or if this matter gets out, it will have an impact on our entire literary community in Yangzhou City!"

"Yangzhou City is not the east of the lake in Mr. Bai's mouth, and it will not be jealous of talents. For the heroes of the world, our Yangzhou City has always welcomed and accepted them generously!"

"Liu Zichuan, come down, Yangzhou City has been completely disgraced by you."

"Liu Zi is right, he is really not as good as Li Shuangjue."

"Liu Zichuan? What the hell, a hypocrite who writes poems about things and relies on his family to become famous!"

"Don't take a glimpse and see the whole leopard, Liu Zichuan can't represent the literati in Yangzhou City!"

"..."

Liu Zichuan's eyebrows turned black, and a mouthful of blood flowed from his throat, which he forcibly swallowed back.Otherwise, if he was scolded until he vomited blood three feet, Liu Zichuan would really lose his literary reputation.

Liu Zichuan clasped his fists to the organizer of the cultural event, saying that he was unwell due to the wind and cold last night, so he resigned first.The organizer also agreed to his request, encountering wind and cold?Unwell?Is it still like this after cultivating immortals?You all know what's going on, don't tell the truth if you see through it, otherwise the Liu family will be in trouble.

Seeing that there were no more trolls scolding him, Jiang Hong immediately felt good.

……

At this time, a person came out from the crowd, it was a woman.

On the woman's head facing the clouds and near the fragrant buns, two hollow-out precious hairpins are inserted obliquely, jade rings are worn on the ears, a little cinnabar is on the center of the eyebrows, she is wearing a glazed purple gold skirt, and her feet are wearing auspicious cloud treasure brocade shoes.

"Xiao Yue, the little girl in Zixuan Pavilion, saw Mr. Li writing a poem. The poem weighs a hundred catties, and the brilliance is three feet. She really admires it. What the lake bird said just now made these self-righteous stinky men speechless. Saying that, the little girl punished herself with three cups, and apologized for the unfairness of the people in Yangzhou in the reception of the young master at the literary meeting."

After saying that, the maid on the side took out the wine glass and flask, and Xiao Yue drank three glasses in a row without any sloppiness.

This girl has an idea!

Take this opportunity to get ahead?

A woman apologizing on behalf of the people of Yangzhou?

Although he didn't mean to look down on the brothel woman, he knew that the reputation of this brothel woman named Xiao Yue in Yangzhou would increase in the future.

Will the literary conference continue?

How come no one asked me to step down?
They all apologized and fined them for drinking?

……

Later, Mr. Li continued to host the literary meeting, and several more Dragon Boat Festival poems appeared, but none of them were as sincere and heartfelt as the Song Dynasty friend's first poem "Dragon Boat Festival", nor as bold as Li Bai's "Jiangnan Ode" , the other poems are nothing more than that.

"Jiangnan Song" has undisputedly become the top poet of the Dragon Boat Festival, and Jiang Hong will also receive the top poetry gift promised by the organizer.

Next is the luncheon of the Dragon Boat Festival.

At the luncheon, there were lots of cups and cups, and it was very lively.

At this time, someone suggested that everyone write a drinking poem to liven up the atmosphere of the literary gathering. This suggestion was recognized by everyone as soon as it was made.

"I wonder which one of you can show off your humiliation and compose a drinking poem?"

"If you don't recite poetry while drinking, the banquet will be less interesting."

"Li Shikui is also a drinker, why don't you ask Li Shikui to compose one now?"

"Li Shikui" is the name given by many literati after Jiang Hong won the first prize of the literary competition.

"That's right, Li Shikui is a drunkard!"

Jiang Hong at the table was speechless, what the hell, just find trouble for me, couldn't he have a good meal in ancient times?

Just now, countless people came to toast him. He drank so much that he went crazy. He swore that he had never drunk so much wine when he grew up.

As for why he wasn't drunk, Jiang Hong looked at the sky.

This is Li Bai’s talent!

【Talent】——【Thousand Cups Not Drunk】

Now that you have become Li Bai, you must be prepared for a thousand cups.

Want to write poetry again?

In fact, it is okay for Jiang Hong to shirk now. It is already very exhausting to write a masterpiece like "Jiangnan Song" in one day, and everyone does not think that Jiang Hong can write amazing poems.

They didn't mean to embarrass Jiang Hong deliberately by saying this, but to save face for Cheng Jianghong, the Dragon Boat Festival poet.Who doesn't know that Jiang Hong is the most popular now, if someone else writes a good poem now, wouldn't it make people think that Jiang Hong's poem title was handed over by someone else.

But Jiang Hong didn't know this unspoken rule, he thought that these people were deliberately jealous of Li Bai's talent.

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At this time, Jiang Hong raised his wine glass.

The diner who proposed to let Jiang Hong write a poem was a little confused, how dare you really write a poem?

Seeing this, everyone quickly toasted and shouted.

"Let Li Shikui write a poem!"

Jiang Hong stood up, pretending to stagger as if he was a little drunk.

He walked slowly towards the open space.

"When Bai traveled around the world, he heard that the famous wines from the south of the Yangtze River were sweet and sweet, soft and long, and the fragrance lingered in the empty cup, refreshing and long-lasting.

Unlike my Sichuan wine, it is rich and fragrant, and it smells fragrant, and it is full of fragrance when you drink it.

It's also not like the wine in the Northwest, which is stubborn, pungent and pungent, and the person who drinks it is full of pride and murderous intent.It is the wine of the battlefield, the wine of killing the enemy. "

Jiang Hong spoke slowly, drinking while talking, and naturally took a wine jug from the wine table beside him after drinking, and drank by himself.

"White wine is like loving your own life. All the money you need on your body is used in exchange for wine. I would rather sleep in the wilderness in the world than live without wine for a day.

The owner of Tongfu Inn is also a wine lover, and he is a fellow of mine.Bai often went to the inn to brazenly beg for wine and drink. The owner and the children learned swordsmanship, and Bai taught them when he saw it. "

"Not long ago, Bai thought that all of you were just ignorant and stalking people, but everything was just a misunderstanding. At this reception, all the gentlemen are men who drink alcohol, all of you are fellow drinkers, and all of you are my elders. Tang's good people. This banquet is based on feelings. Since everyone wants Bai to compose a poem, then Bai will go along with the flow and make a fool of himself."

Jiang Hong walked to the center, looked around, and asked questions.

"Can you place a desk?"

The guests at the next table stood up, and one of them removed all the banquet food from the table and placed it in front of Jiang Hong.

"This table is available!"

"Can you prepare pen and ink?"

The organizer immediately sent someone to write a pen and ink.

"Who can grind ink for nothing?"

"The little girl is willing to grind ink for the son!"

Zixuange Xiao Yue walked towards Jiang Hong from the banquet, with a smile in her eyes, and after giving a slight salute, she began to grind her ink.

Red sleeves add fragrance!

Jiang Hong filled his cup with fine wine and held it high.

"Who can drink this cup with Li Bai?"

"I!!!"

"Feng Zixing in Yangzhou, I would like to drink this cup with brother Taibai!"

"I am Huang Tianchong, and my father is Sima of Yangzhou. I would like to respect Brother Bai."

"Well said, these are the people of my Great Tang!"

"After this cup, I will not pursue Brother Bai's contempt for Yangzhou literati before!"

"Let's settle the suspicion with Brother Bai and share the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty!"

"..."

(To be continued)
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