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Although everyone was shocked, they were not surprised. They were only envious and jealous.

To know.

As long as the works of the ages are collected, Confucianism and Taoism will include them. No matter the rise and fall of dynasties, as long as the human race is immortal, they will continue to be passed down.

Su Ping's name will be passed down from generation to generation by the descendants of the human race along with this poem.

Hundreds, thousands, or even ten thousand years.

Wen Daoyuan and Yin Dongqiu looked at each other and laughed happily.

Before Su Ping put pen to paper, no one present believed that he would write any good poems.

Even if it were written, it would definitely be an unsightly and crude work.

Except for the two of them.

A half-saint and a Wuhou.

The Half-Sage ground the ink for Su Ping, and Wu Hou laid out the paper for Su Ping.

And Su Ping did not disappoint them.

This poem deserves their trust.

"Old guy, don't you want to have a drink?"

Wen Doyuan toasted to Yin Dongqiu.

"Drink, of course! Hahaha!"

The two of them drank it all in one go, feeling extremely happy.

And just when they were about to put down their wine glasses, Su Ping wrote a new sentence.

"If you enjoy cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle, you will have to drink three hundred cups."

After writing this sentence, Su Ping turned around, raised the new wine flask in his hand to Wen Daoyuan and Yin Dongqiu, and said with a smile: "Master Wen, Mr. Dongqiu, when you are about to drink, don't stop drinking."

Wen Daoyuan and Yin Dongqiu were stunned for a moment, and then saw Su Ping continuing to write on the paper.

"Master Wen, Lord Dongqiu, I am about to drink wine, but don't stop drinking."

"Sing a song with you, please listen to me."

This is!

Wrote yourself into the poem?!

Although he admired Su Ping's talent, he was even more amazed by Su Ping's poetic talent.

But he never thought that he would be included in it!

That's not an ordinary poem, it's a masterpiece from the ages!

Have you been written into a masterpiece of eternity?!

In an instant, Wen Daoyuan only felt a strange numbness rising from his tailbone, instantly spreading to his limbs, and even the tips of his hair seemed to moan in comfort.

He is a Confucian and Taoist semi-sage, and his status is indeed noble, but he also only has a lifespan of a hundred years.

After thousands of years have passed, I am afraid that traces of him will only be found in thick history books.

But poetry through the ages is different!

The poems are catchy and easy to sing, which means that he will stay famous forever with Su Ping's poems!

"Okay, okay, okay!"

Wen Daoyuan said hello three times, suddenly abandoned the wine glass in his hand, replaced it with a wine flask, and drank from it.

Yin Dongqiu didn't quite understand why Wen Daoyuan was so excited. He only knew that it must be a good thing that he was written into the poem.

Of course, when it comes to drinking, how could he, a strong martial artist, be willing to be compared to Wen Daoyuan?

"drink!"

Yin Dongqiu also changed to a pot and drank it all in one breath.

At this time, the rest of the people in the hall also reacted, with complex expressions on their faces.

First there was intense envy.

Mr. Wen, Mr. Dongqiu, is about to drink wine, but don’t stop drinking.

Although this sentence has no deeper meaning, its significance is enough to make everyone present feel excited.

Fame and wealth.

Profit is easy to come by, but reputation is not easy to come by.

Benefit is in the present, fame is in the future.

In the first half of their lives, they spent their lives chasing profits. After becoming high and powerful, they only wanted fame.

But then they realized that after half a lifetime, they could not write a poem as quickly as others.

How embarrassing is this?

Then, they remembered the scene where Su Ping toasted, and they could not control the emotion of regret.

Think about it.

If I had a drink with Su Ping before...
Chapter completed!