"Of course there is!"

When Chai Shao saw that he was hammered to death by his own slap, he was still stubborn.

Not only was he stubborn, he actually dared to refute and argued with confidence.

A vague premonition surged in Song Zhiwen's heart, but he didn't know where this vagueness came from.

But he was cautious and cautious, and still pulled La Chaishao.

This song really doesn't...

Although Chai Shao is a martial artist, he has eaten and lived with Song Zhiwen these days. Although the two have not reached the point of being in harmony with each other, there is still a basic tacit understanding.

Seeing that Mr. Song’s face was a little wrong, Chai Shao understood and quickly changed his words: “Even if this song was not copied by Mr. Song, it cannot prove that the song is not.”

"Oh, there are actually three songs in Qingping Ding."

Seeing that they had not realized the seriousness of the matter, Yang Mo picked up the wine glass and took a sip, then looked at Li Xiuning sitting next to Mrs. Wang: "A branch of beautiful dew condenses fragrance, clouds and rains in Wushan are heartbroken. I would like to ask who is like the Han Palace, and the poor flying swallow leans on new makeup."

After he finished reading it, he took a sip of wine and before everyone could come back to his senses, he asked, "Song Zhiwen, is there this song?"

"ah..."

When Song Zhiwen heard this poem, he felt as if he was struck by lightning and was directly blinded.

Although there is a legend of clouds and rain in Wushan in this dynasty, there is no Han Palace, let alone Zhao Feiyan.

"You...you..."

He thought of a possibility, but this possibility could not be tolerated by him. Yang Mo drank another glass of wine: "I can't see the ancients in front of me, nor can I see the coming from behind. I think of the vastness of the world, and I cry out in tears."

After Yang Mo finished reading it, Chai Shao, who was a little panicked, suddenly lit up his eyes: "This song, this song has it! It is written by Mr. Song!"

As he said that, he had to take out the poem book and read it for others to read it.

"Song Zhiwen, I knew how could you let Chen Zi'ang go!"

Yang Mo sneered repeatedly, drank another glass of wine, and then said, "The city palace assists the Three Qins, and the wind and smoke look at the five cents! ... Inaction is on the road, and children are wet with scarves together!"

After reading it, he put down his wine glass and looked at Song Zhi with a smile: "You copied this poem by Wang Bo, right?"

Song Zhiwen's face was completely dissatisfied, but Chai Shao looked at the collection of poems in his hand excitedly: "This is also written by Mr. Song, it is the thirteenth poem..."

Yang Mo ignored him at all, poured his wine glasses, and then said, "It's no need to say that, you must have copied it from Chunjiang Flower Moon Ye."

"The spring river tide is connected to the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea is full of tides. It ripples with the waves for thousands of miles, and there is no bright moon in the spring river!"

After carrying this in his back, Yang Mo was stunned because he forgot what he had behind him.

Chai Shao became more and more excited: "This is also a master's work!"

Everyone in the courtyard was shocked and no longer understood why things had developed to this point.

I just think that Yang Mo is really shameless and can remember so many poems by Mr. Song.

I also feel that each of these poems is a work of history.

I also feel that Mr. Song can write so many poems, and he is really the best poet in the world. No, he has the best poet in history.

Chai Shao's excitement and the confusion of the people in the courtyard, Yang Mo didn't care at all. He pushed Li Bai and asked, "Taibai, what's behind?"

Li Bai whispered loudly: "Zhang Ruoxu is a great talent! I am not as good as I am!"

As he said that, he picked up a glass of wine and drank it all: "Behind it is the river flowing around the fragrant dough, the moon shines on the flowers and forests, all like sludge; frost flows in the sky and cannot be seen, and white sand on the ground is invisible!"

Yang Mo remembered him and recited it, and then recited: "...Who is the first person by the river? When is the first time the moon shining on others? Life has been endless for generations, and the moon in the river looks similar every year..."

After reading one poem, the whole hall was silent. This poem has completely lost their ability to think.

Seeing this, Chai Shao thought Yang Mo was really crazy, so he began to surrender and admit defeat and called Mr. Song, but he did not intend to bypass Yang Mo. On the contrary, he had already seen the moment when Yang Mo was ruined.

"Yang Mo, you dare to say that you did not copy Mr. Song's poems. Some of the poems are the latest new works by Mr. Wang. If you were not interested, how could you know so clearly?"

"These poems are all in this collection of poems!"

After Chai Shao finished speaking, everyone who recovered from the shock nodded, thinking that what he said made a lot of sense.

The Yang Mo in front of him seemed to be very excited and had lost his heart.

Only Li Xiuning, who had been holding hands by Mrs. Wang, gradually noticed something was wrong.

Yang Mo's arrogance and unruly look like a trapped beast fight, especially when he is drunk, he is a little crazy.

But for some reason, Li Xiuning always felt that the man in front of him who had never seen clearly seemed to be hiding a sharp knife in his heart, which would give him a fatal blow to those who despise him at any time.

"Okay, then let's talk about what is not in this collection of poems."

Yang Mo snorted coldly, picked up the wine glass and looked at it: "That's all about drinking..."

"Taibai!"

Li Bai also raised his wine glass.

"Don't you see the Yellow River water coming from the sky, flowing to the sea without returning!" After Yang Mo finished reading, Li Bai, who had already entered a drunk state, almost instinctively said to him: "Don't you see the bright mirror of the high hall sad white hair, and the morning is like black hair and the evening turns into snow!"

"Wine is coming!" Old Mrs. Wang looked at Li Bai who was drunk with a glass of wine. Starlight seemed to appear in her eyes. This was her favorite poem.

I never expected that today I could unlock the achievement of seeing Li Bai sing "Asking to Wine" with my own eyes!

"I was born to be useful, and I will come back after all my money was gone!" Without Yang Mo's answer, Li Bai wrote the whole poem directly.

But when he was reading it in the middle, he walked to Meng Tian and said, "General Meng, Mr. Gai, you are about to drink, don't stop the glass!"

...

"Song Zhiwen, is there this poem in your collection of poems?"

Yang Mo asked sternly, without waiting for an answer, laughed loudly, and then said, "Those who abandon me will not stay yesterday..."

Li Bai followed and said, "Those who disturb my heart will be more worried today..."

After one song, Song Zhiwen's face was no longer as beautiful as ever.

"Does this poem be found in your collection of poems? It's impossible, because you can't copy it!"

Yang Mo picked up the wine pot and drank it. Li Bai next to him also laughed: "Raise the glass to invite Mingyue, and make three people together!"

This time, without Yang Mo's guidance, he raised his wine glass and looked at the sky. There was no moon, it didn't matter!

"Eight thousand miles of clouds and moon..." Yang Mo's eyes began to turn red, and his steps were a little staggering: "Do you, a stolen man who sells the country and seeks honor, know Yue Fei?"

"Watch the sword with a light while drunk... Do you, a friend who is seeking honor, know Xin Jiaxuan?"

"The river goes east, the waves wash away, and the eternal hero... Do you know Su Zi, a narrow-minded villain?"

"Birds fly across the mountains, and people die in the paths... I sleep in spring without dawn, and I hear birds crying everywhere... I have failed to sink the sand and iron, and I will wash and recognize the previous dynasty..."

"Stop and sit in the love of Fenglin night... I am a hero..."

Every time Yang Mo read a song, he drank a glass of wine, and asked him a question.

All the aggrievances and dissatisfactions since the time traveled through time turned into these questions and catharsis.

He no longer had the fear and worry that he was afraid of being recognized by time travelers, nor did he have the heartfelt fear of the famous ministers and bosses.

Therefore, I don’t care at all that the people around me can understand or not, these masterpieces of the sages of the past lives.

The poems that all needed to be recited and written in the past life were sent to the ears of the literati in the yard through his mouth.

Listening to the poems that popped up from Yang Mo and Li Bai's mouths, everyone present was shocked.

There are really people in the world who can write poems while drunk, and they are like eating crotons, endlessly.

Although they do not understand some poems very well, these scholars who study hard all day long know that if they write any poem, they can pass on through the ages!

All the eyes that looked at Yang Mo ranged from disdain at the beginning to shock, and finally to horror!

Because they found that Yang Mo and Li Bai, who could read so many excellent works, could never be copied. Where can there be so many poems in the world that they can copy them so unscrupulously?

After drinking three jars of strong wine, Li Bai couldn't stand it even if it was Yang Mo.

"There are hundreds of songs."

Yang Mo burped and walked to Song Zhiwen.

"A total of 235 poems!"

Li Xiuning stood up and looked at Yang Mo's eyes full of excitement, and even a little admiration.

“Are so many?”

Yang Mo was also a little surprised. It seemed that he was worthy of all the Chinese teachers who taught him.

"After counting, how many of these 235 poems have been copied, and how many of us have you copied?"

Swish!

Li Bai, who already had a tacit understanding with Yang Mo, drew his sword and landed on Song Zhiwen's shoulder.

At the same time, Gai Nie and Meng Tian, ​​who had been tolerating, jumped off the table almost at the same time to protect Yang Mo.
Chapter completed!