The rise of the poor

Chapter 909 God's Turn ([-])
I have a sword, and today I will try it with you.

Wang Yaozu got up confidently from his seat, bowed his hands to the crowd, gave Zhu Pingan a look, and then walked towards the screen in the middle of the banquet with great ambitions.

At noon in summer, the scorching sun is like a fire, pervasive.

Sunlight squeezed in through the small holes in the bamboo weaving of the arbor and mat, and shone on Wang Yaozu who was walking slowly.After the sunlight was filtered through the small holes, it came in and turned into strands of shining golden threads, shining on Wang Yaozu's body, just like the lights of a modern stage were focused, dazzling and dazzing.

A protagonist pose.

Everyone's gazes followed Wang Yaozu's footsteps.

Right time and place.

Wang Yaozu felt that God was perfecting him today, so he became more confident and ambitious.

This kind of opportunity is a gift from God, if you don't take it, you will be against the sky.

In the midst of everyone's attention, Wang Yaozu came to the screen, and then made a pensive look, pacing gently in front of the screen.

one two three four five six seven.

When he reached the seventh step, Wang Yaozu stopped abruptly, his eyes sparkled brightly, as bright as the sun, and he stretched out his right hand to take down the writing brush on the side, and picked it up with three fingers and two hooks.

At the same time, Wang Yaozu directly picked up the inkstone with his left hand, skillfully dipped the brush in his right hand into the ink, and then pointed the brush to the screen, and started to write heartily without adding any points.

After the brush fell, it didn't stop. There were people holding the inkstone on both sides, dipping in the ink was also smooth.

He kept moving the brush with one hand, and supported the inkstone with the other.

The movements are elegant and skillful.

For a moment, the brush was like a graceful dance in Wang Yaozu's hands, continuous and silky.

Speaking of it, Wang Yaozu is also a person who is very good at grasping and creating opportunities. Although the poem he wrote has been conceived in his mind for several years, today he deliberately made a hasty appearance and deduced that he was chased away. The feeling of being on the shelf, and then deliberately imitating Cao Zhi to come up with such a seven-step poem.

When writing, Wang Yaozu's robe fluttered, his movements were chic and elegant, and his elegance was full of demeanor.

At this moment, it seems that Wang Yaozu is not writing poetry alone. He has inherited the glorious tradition of 5000 years in China. Cao Zijian, Wang Xizhi, Su Dongpo, Li Bai, and Du Fu are possessed by their souls at this moment!
At this moment, he is not writing poetry alone, not alone!

"hiss"

"Seven steps into poetry? Mr. Wang is a great talent."

"In ancient times there was Cao Zijian, and now there is Wang Yaozu. How lucky is it to write a poem in seven steps."

"Master Wang's calligraphy has entered the classroom. Watching Mr. Wang write is like watching dance and music. It's pleasing to the eye. It can't reach this level without decades of solid foundation."

When Wang Yaozu wrote the poem in "Seven Steps", everyone commented and praised him endlessly.

Hearing the praise from everyone in his ears, Wang Yaozu's heart was stirred, hehe, he also had an idea, and imitated Cao Zijian to create a poem in seven steps, unexpectedly the effect was more ideal than expected, hehe, I am really a genius.

Excited, Wang Yaozu jumped the writing brush in his hand, and almost made a wrong gesture, but fortunately, Wang Yaozu took it back in time, but the stroke was a little longer, so he saved it in time, and it didn't affect the observation.

Calm down, I want to be calm.

Wang Yaozu took a deep breath, continued to move his pen like flying, and splashed the remaining half of the poem on the screen.

quickly
Wang Yaozu stopped the writing brush, put the writing brush on the table, turned around and cupped his hands towards the crowd, and said with a proud but pretended modesty: "It's a clumsy work, it's a shame, I think it's a brick to attract jade."

Then, return to your seat.

"Ode to Bamboo Chopsticks"

Attentive to the bamboo chopsticks, taste the sweetness and bitterness first.

The taste is good for others, and I have no time to come and go.

On the screen, the poem "Ode to Bamboo Chopsticks" written by Wang Yaozu vividly appeared on the paper.

"A good poem uses things to describe people. Master Wang's "Ode to Bamboo Chopsticks" fully expresses the spirit of selfless dedication of chopsticks."

Wang Yaozu's friends were very supportive, and they were the first to give high fives.

"Great kindness! It seems simple and simple, but it contains a lot of selfless dedication. Mr. Wang is so ingenious, using chopsticks as a metaphor, it has a profound meaning. This poem is easy to understand, but it has a profound meaning."

"Well, good, good."

"It's a rare poem."

After tasting the poem, the officials present gave a good evaluation of Wang Yaozu's poem.

Listening to everyone's praise, Wang Yaozu returned to his seat, like a general returning to the court after victory, with the attitude of a successful man, he glanced at Zhu Pingan proudly and proudly, and then found that Zhu Pingan was eating over there. With a look of intoxication and satisfaction, he didn't notice himself at all, it was a waste of his expression.

Wine bag rice bag!

Wang Yaozu despised Zhu Ping'an deeply.

"Master Wang, the poem is well written."

Wang Yaozu had just finished despising Zhu Ping'an, but when he turned around, he heard Zhu Ping'an's praise.

Turn your head.

Wang Yaozu saw that while Zhu Pingan was chewing, he stretched out his right hand and gave himself a thumbs up.

"Ahem, Mr. Zhu won the prize, I think Mr. Zhu's masterpiece is even better..."

Before Wang Yaozu finished speaking, Zhu Pingan lowered his head again, took a mouthful of food, put it in his mouth, and said while chewing, "This golden jade dish is worthy of being made by Emperor Sui Yang, who was so extravagant and lustful that he ate it all over the world. I also praised the Southeast delicacies, the taste is really irresistible, Mr. Wang will try it too."

Gold and jade!

It has been a well-known southeast dish since the Sui and Tang Dynasties. The raw material is dried perch after frost. After soaking in clear water, marinate it with honey sauce, wrap it in a cloth to drain the water, slice the fish thinly, and serve it with Cut fragrant flowers and leaves, decorated with fragrant flower spikes, and then mixed with thin strands of golden orange.The sea bass fillets are tender and white like jade, the green and fragrant flowers and leaves are dripping, and the fragrant and soft flower spikes are dazzling purple. The whole dish is as bright as gold and jade.Even Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty, who was extravagant and lustful and ate delicious food all over the world, couldn’t help admiring this golden jade roti presented by Suzhou when he visited Jiangdu: golden rotten jade roti, the best taste in the southeast!
It melts in the mouth, full of color and flavor, and is far more delicious than modern sashimi.

After Zhu Pingan tasted it, he couldn't stop using his chopsticks.

"No, Master Zhu, you can eat slowly."

Wang Yaozu shook his head, said something coldly, turned his head away, and stopped talking to Zhu Pingan.I despise it very much in my heart, idiot, you think everyone is like you, if you eat, you will know how to eat!
Eat it!

The more idiotic you are, the more brilliant I am.

I often hear people say that if you eat too much, your brain will not work well. Hmph, I will let you eat extravagantly, erect the image of the rice bucket, and make you look good after a while.

With this in mind, Wang Yaozu turned around and started chatting with his friends, ignoring foodie Zhu Pingan.

The corner of Zhu Ping'an's mouth curled up as he immersed himself in enjoying the golden jade.

Wang Yaozu's thoughts, Zhu Ping'an can guess very well, but, hehe, unfortunately, he is destined to disappoint Mr. Wang.

In terms of poems and songs, can you compare with hundreds of years of masterpieces?In terms of self-cultivation as an actor, you are still far behind.

(End of this chapter)