Zhang Lang couldn't help but sigh. Bai Daosheng felt proud, but deliberately asked: "Why did the general sigh?"

Zhang Lang glanced at Bai Daosheng and said jokingly: "I just didn't expect that the heirs of the Holy Sect would even ask for advice on a poem that a three-year-old child can recite!" The guests suddenly remembered laughing, among them

Yang Xuangan and He Huailiang laughed the loudest. Bai Daosheng looked ugly, but could not refute this sentence and asked angrily: "So, do you know the meaning of this poem?"

Zhang Lang said with a smile: "The meaning of this poem, in short, is that a man is thinking about a woman." Bai Daosheng was surprised and couldn't help but frown. Yang Su couldn't help but smile when he saw that Zhang Lang was not embarrassed.

, nodded in approval towards Zhang Lang. All the guests and Yang Xuangan's sworn sister also looked at Zhang Lang with admiration, but they were not surprised at all. After all, this poem is very simple.

Zhang Lang smiled and said, "The artistic conception of this poem is somewhat in line with the young master's current state of mind." Bai Daosheng was stunned and couldn't help but glance at Yang Xuangan's sworn sister, but the other party didn't look at him, which made him a little disappointed. He turned around

When he came to look at Zhang Lang, he felt that he couldn't let him stand out in the limelight. He had to make a fool of himself today. As soon as he thought about this, he raised his voice and said: "Today is the birthday of Duke Yue, so I will present a birthday poem." Then he walked over.

Everyone in the hall looked at him, looking forward to the masterpieces of this heir to the holy sect. Bai Daosheng walked a few steps in the hall, then raised his voice and chanted: "The trees in the Nanshan Mountain are flourishing, and the blessings in the East China Sea are deep. There are more and more in the Sui Dynasty.

My Lord, I praise the Kingdom of Zhu in ancient and modern times."

Everyone couldn't help but cheer loudly. Some people praised: "Master Bai really has the talent to write a poem in seven steps!" Yang Su also stroked his beard and nodded frequently. Yang Xuangan's sworn sister glanced at Bai Daosheng with admiration, which made Bai Daosheng immediately

I felt like I was exhaling and raising my eyebrows. I turned my head and looked at Zhang Lang over there, with a somewhat challenging look on my face. Zhang Lang couldn't recite poems, but fortunately he still remembered an ancient poem, which should be very suitable for the current situation.

Situation, but I don’t know whether this poem was written before this era or after this era? If this poem already existed, wouldn’t it be more embarrassing to read it out by myself? However, seeing everyone’s eyes looking at me, I felt

There was no choice but to give it a try. After thinking about this, he stood up and walked down the hall, bowed to Yang Su and said: "Since Mr. Bai has presented a birthday poem, how dare I fall behind others?"

Composed a song."

Everyone was surprised and very curious. Yang Su said with great interest: "Tell me about it." Bai Daosheng looked at Zhang Lang with a sneer, waiting for him to make a fool of himself. He did not believe that Zhang Lang, a warrior in the army, could

What kind of poem do you make?

Zhang Lang recalled the poem in his mind, and then raised his voice and said: "The hairpin in the Han Palace is used to pay homage to Tonghou, and the father and son are named in the name of bullfighting. The opening of the mansion is near Chibizhu, and there is the Jinguan Tower next to it. Three thousand swords

The shoes are lined with armor, and the black heads are poked with forty jingles. The halberds and pearl curtains are painted on the male Yan's sun, and the gold locks are locked with jade hooks."

Everyone's expressions changed, and their expressions showed surprise. Yang Xuangan's sworn sister even looked at Zhang Lang with beautiful eyes. Bai Daosheng, on the other hand, had a pale face, wide eyes, and an expression of disbelief.

The artistic conception of Zhang Lang's poem is much more profound than that of his poems. It borrows ancient metaphors to create the present and is completely natural. It is not comparable to Bai Daosheng's poem.

"What a poem! This birthday poem is unprecedented!" someone couldn't help but praise. Everyone agreed and sighed. Yang Su was very happy, laughed loudly, and praised: "Zhang Lang, I just found out today that you are actually

He is an all-rounder in both civil and military affairs! Good, good!" Zhang Lang clasped his fists in thanks, and secretly rejoiced in his heart: Fortunately, this poem does not exist yet, otherwise I would have lost an adult today!

Bai Daosheng stared at Zhang Lang with a pale expression, feeling very unconvinced, but he couldn't do it no matter what, if he was asked to write a poem that was higher than Zhang Lang's poem.

Zhang Lang returned to his seat and sat down. Bai Daosheng was still standing in the middle of the lobby, clasping his fists towards Yang Su and saying: "Yue Gong, my nephew is convinced of General Zhang's literary talents! But my nephew only thinks of poetry and writing for banquets.

It is of no use to watch it for fun! General Zhang is famous all over the world, and it is not because of his poems! I heard that during the Battle of Pingnan, General Zhang fought against Duan Ruifeng

The whole battle was defeated! My nephew really wants to see General Zhang’s unparalleled martial arts!” When everyone heard this, they felt that the show was yet to come, and they all became excited. Some of them had never seen Zhang Lang’s martial arts before.

I want to take this opportunity to take a closer look at how strong he is, and at the same time, I also want to see how far the martial arts of Bai Daosheng, the descendant of the Holy Sect, has reached.

When Yang Su saw that Bai Daosheng actually wanted to compete with Zhang Lang, he couldn't help but show hesitation on his face.

Bai Daosheng added: "If General Zhang doesn't dare to fight, my nephew will never dare to force it."

Yang Su smiled, looked at Zhang Lang, and asked: "Zhang Lang, Bai Daosheng challenged you, what do you say?"

Zhang Lang returned to the center of the hall, clasped his fists and said, "Since someone is challenging me, there is no reason why I should not accept the challenge. Let's just think of it as a way to cheer for Yue Gong's birthday party."

Yang Su praised loudly: "Good! You are indeed my disciple, Yang Su!" After a pause, he warned the two of them: "But you two can only go as far as you want, don't hurt the harmony."

Bai Daosheng clasped his fists and said, "Please be at ease, Mr. Yue, my nephew will never hurt General Zhang!" Bai Daosheng said these words, as if he was sure of victory, and Zhang Lang's defeat was determined. He Ruobi glanced at Zhang Lang and then at Zhang Lang

Bai Daosheng, with a look of worry on his face. He Ruobi was born in the Diamond Sect and belongs to the side branch of the Holy Sect. He still knows a little about the background of the Holy Sect. As far as he knows, the background of the Holy Sect is

Yun can be said to be unfathomable. As a descendant of the Holy Sect, it is difficult to predict how far Bai Daosheng's martial arts has reached! Although Brother Zhang is very skilled in martial arts and has few opponents, it is difficult to say whether he can win against Bai Daosheng!

He Ruobi made up his mind that if the situation went wrong, he would immediately step down to fight. He would not let Brother Zhang embarrass himself in public.

Bai Daosheng's right index and middle fingers joined together like sword fingers. He looked at Zhang Lang proudly and said, "Today is Yue Gong's birthday. It's not appropriate to use swords. Let's fight with bare hands. Don't worry, I won't hurt you."

Zhang Lang smiled and said, "I really have to thank you!" As he said this, he put his right palms together to form a palm knife.

"Wait a minute!" A loud shout suddenly came. Everyone was startled and couldn't help but follow the sound. They saw Yang Xuangan walking into the hall holding two bowls of wine. He smiled and said to the two of them: "You two did this first.

It’s not too late to try another bowl of wine.”

Zhang Lang took the wine bowl handed by Yang Xuangan and drank it. Everyone felt that Zhang Lang was so angry that many people couldn't help shouting. Bai Daosheng was not good at drinking, but he didn't want to show weakness to Zhang Lang, so he also took it.
Chapter completed!