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The Wind Rises in Shushan Chapter 33 Night Banquet (Part 2)

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    "It's also simple. Pindao thinks it would be better to change it to the harmonious sound heard early on the river."  Qi Yue turned a blind eye to Qingxuan and stared at Zhang Yuanwai.

    "The sound of harmony has long been heard on the river!"  Everyone present fell silent for a moment, savoring it carefully.

    Soon, a look of embarrassment appeared on Zhang Yuanwai¡¯s face, with a hint of excitement amidst the embarrassment.

    Over there, Lin Yuanwai was the first to speak: "Okay! Great! Taoist Master Qi, you changed just one word, and the level of the whole poem has been improved by more than one level! Jiangshang! Absolute! Absolutely amazing!"

    Over there, Chen Juren finally couldn't help but admired: "Indeed, the change of this single word is indeed the finishing touch. Taoist Master Qi, I admire you."

    Both of them spoke one after another, and Zhang Yuanwai also spoke: "Thank you, Taoist Master Qi, for your advice. Zhang has learned a lesson."  After finishing speaking, Zhang Yuanwai picked up a glass of wine and drank it in one gulp to show his gratitude to Qi Yue.

    Only Qingxuan was a little unconvinced, but Qi Yue's changes were indeed wonderful, and it was hard to say anything more. He could only say sourly: "Changing one word is not a big skill. Only those who can make complete poems are truly talented."  , I only admire Zhang Yuanwai¡¯s excellent poetry, so I give in.¡±

    After finishing speaking, Qingxuan looked at Chen Juren: "Chen Juren, it's your turn."  Qingxuan needs Chen Xi's help. He is a soy sauce person. He can tell fortunes and talk about Taoism. He still has some ink in his stomach, but he can barely write poems.

    Over there, Chen Xi had already reached an agreement with Qingxuan. Who would have thought that Qi Yue had such attainments in poetry, but there was nothing he could do. He had to stand up and said to Qi Yue: "Taoist Qi, there are only two of us left."  Come on, you come first or me?"

    "Chen Juren, please."  Qi Yue resigned.

    "Okay, today is the Dragon Boat Festival. I would like to suggest that our poems should be related to the sages. I wonder what Master Qi wants?"  Then Chen Juren suggested.

    "That's how it should be."  Qi Yue said casually, plagiarism is the right of time travellers, and it is not necessary to use it in vain. "Exchanging the cultures of the two worlds is the responsibility of us time travellers." Qi Yuetian thought shamelessly.

    Seeing that Qi Yue agreed, Chen Xi seemed to be relieved. He had seen Qi Yue change Zhang Yuanwai's poems before, and he seemed to be quite skillful. He was really unsure. This added a restriction. It must be impossible for Qi Yue to do it in a short time.  If you come up with some great verses, your chances of winning will greatly increase this time.

    I saw Chen Xi standing up confidently, adjusting his sleeves under the gaze of several people, and then chanted loudly: "Who said that the festival is divided into Dragon Boat Festival, the eternal rumor is Qu Yuan; it is laughable that the Chu River is empty,  You cannot wash away the grievances of direct ministers.¡±  After reading four sentences and seven words, he looked at the few people triumphantly.

    The forest member twirled his beard with his hand and nodded slightly: "Well, not bad, not bad, it's sentimental and scenic, and it's immersive. It's really good."  People at other tables nearby and Zhang Yuanwai couldn't help but nod and applaud.  And Qingxuan applauded loudly.

    Qi Yue looked on coldly, this poem is okay, but it is definitely not a good line. Lin Yuanwai's review is good, but Qingxuan is a bit artificial.

    "But it's too shameless for Qingxuan to praise him without any bottom line.  Chen Xi finished the poem, felt good about himself, and looked at Qi Yue provocatively.

    It's no wonder that he is a juren, and he inevitably has his own arrogance. If he hadn't made an agreement with Qingxuan today, he wouldn't have casually composed poems. In his opinion, although Qi Yue, a young Taoist priest, just gave Zhang Yuanwai a pointer, after all  I'm too young, and it must have been blinded by chance. It's impossible to learn any real talent.

    "Besides, I restricted my poems to include sages. I had thought about this poem long ago, and Qi Yue composed the poem on the fly, so there was a high possibility that he would not be able to complete it.

    Qi Yue looked at Chen Xi and did not comment on his poem. Instead, he said to the others: "Everyone, such a poor Taoist has made a fool of himself."

    "Taoist Master, please".  Lin Yuanwai gestured, while Chen Xi and Zhang Yuanwai nodded slightly.

    Qi Yue stood up, left the wine table, and walked towards the willow tree next to him.  Many people present followed Qi Yue's figure, wanting to see what good words this young Taoist priest could come up with.

    Qingxuan looked sideways at Qi Yue and said, "Taoist Master Qi, don't delay any longer. It's better to write poems quickly."

    Qi Yue knew what he was thinking, but he just didn't want to have too much time to think about it. However, Qi Yue had already made up his mind and smiled casually: "Taoist Master Qingxuan, practicing Taoism is also about cultivating the mind. Being too anxious will affect your state of mind."

    "Hmph!" Qingxuan snorted: "I'm a poor Taoist but I'm not in a hurry. I'm afraid the Taoist priest is the one who's anxious now."

    Chen Xi also echoed: "Taoist Master, it's very late, let's start quickly."

    Qi Yue did not answer, but walked a few more steps, always looking at the bright moon in the sky, and said: "Let's go up the water to fear the group of dragons."I found out it was Mulan Zhou.  The cloud flags are hunting over the Qing and Han Dynasties, and the thunder and drums are noisy in the Yin Biliu.  "

    As soon as this sentence came out, the scene fell silent. Zhang Yuanwai originally picked up the wine glass to take a drink, but his hand stopped in mid-air. He couldn't help but softly recited what Qi Yue had just said.

    After a while, Zhang Yuanwai put down his wine glass and couldn't help but clapped his hands: "Okay! Great! So impressive."

    Lin Yuanwai even picked up the cup and drank it down in one gulp: "What a good poem, just by the Taoist priest's words, it will make a lot of sense in life."

    Chen Xi couldn't help but nod. Only Qingxuan's face looked a little ugly and he said: "Taoist Master, it seems that there are no sages involved in these four lines of poetry."

    Qi Yue continued: "The ghost of Qu Zi's injustice is still there in ancient times, and the customs of Chu country remain to this day. Linzhuang can be used for high gatherings in the free time, and the drunken satire and dissociation can not relieve the sorrow.!"

    Qi Yue recited four sentences in a row. After finishing the poem, he returned to his seat, picked up the wine glass and took a sip. The clouds were calm and the wind was gentle, and he had the demeanor of a worldly master.

    Over there, Zhang Yuanwai did not speak any more, but raised his glass to signal to Qi Yue, and then drank it all in one gulp.

    After finishing the wine, Zhang Yuanwai sighed: "What a drunken sarcastic statement, Taoist priest, Zhang has learned your talent. If you are willing, it will be effortless to get a meritorious title."

    "Zhang Yuanwai praises poor Taoists. For those who practice Taoism, fame and fortune are like floating clouds to me."

    As expected, Zhang Yuan showed admiration and raised his glass to drink with Qi Yue again.

    Over there, Qingxuan's face turned green and red, and he finally couldn't hold himself back any longer. He said to Zhang Yuanwai and others, "You haven't said whether Chen Juren's poems or his poems are better."

    Chen Xi looked a little ugly and gently tugged on Qingxuan's sleeve, "Taoist Master, it's better not to compete. I'm willing to accept the defeat."

    "Huh." Qingxuan snorted, sat down and took a sip of wine, looking unhappy.  Chen Xi also sat on the table awkwardly.

    After that, the atmosphere of the party reached its climax. Except for Qingxuan and Chen Xi, everyone else returned with all their heart and soul

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