The fun of Wan Congyun and others seemed to be the beginning. In addition, the two elders also left, everyone completely let go of their reserve, became more and more noisy, and showed their skills.

It is both an entertaining and indulging.

The zither and zheng ensemble of Li Jue and Yun Qiang.

Wu Zifei's flute sounded and attracted hundreds of birds.

The illusion of the lotus in the cold sky.

Yuxi's chime dance with wide sleeves.

Xiaoxiao and Xun Yan dance in the palm of the lantern.

Each one has excellent skills, and both music and dance postures have their own advantages and are hard to tell.

It’s not that they spend a lot of effort on these romances, but the path to cultivation needs to be relaxed and relaxed, especially after experiencing various tense situations such as fighting, they need to relax.

So you can cultivate your sentiment.

With the learning ability of a monk, he chooses what he is interested in or good at, so the results will naturally not be too bad. Not to mention the style of a master, the worst is that he will achieve something.

For example, the longer Xun Yan and others live, the better they do.

Of course, Han Tian and Wu Zifei's performance was the result of removing the power of the exercises.

Li Wei came to the dinner with a free meal mentality, and the delicacies of the mushroom banquet did not disappoint him. But at this time, the romantic prince who claimed to be knowledgeable was already stunned and did not even dare to drink wine. He thought he was very romantic, but he could not resist the intoxicating wine. If he was really drunk, he would not have the chance to watch such a wonderful performance.

Then, Li Jue kicked him out with a light kick.

"Xuan Ming, it's time for you to show off your skills." Li Jue chuckled.

Xuan Ming is Li Wei's name.

Li Jue was seriously injured at noon. At this time, except that he should not drink too much, his health is no longer injuring him.

Li Wei also understood that in terms of status, no one on the field is worse than him, so how could he just look down on the field?

But what he was embarrassed about was: "But I can't sing or dance!" Even more so, the spell is good...

He is good at writing parallel prose, but he can't use it in this occasion...

As for sword dance and other things, he is a half-baked man. He is not as good as Wan Congyun's fairy-like character, nor is he as pleasing to the eye as Li Chengyu and Li Lixuan. He doesn't want to be ugly!

"Didn't you play the guzheng well?" Li Chengyu was also very good at selling his clan brother.

Li Wei spread his hands: "There are no guzheng here..." After saying that, he saw Yu Xi, who had not spoken much, sending a crow-green phoenix guzheng over from the air.

Li Wei: "..." The seniors were full of malice.

There was also a guzheng, but Li Wei had no excuses and had to play a guzheng solo.

But Li Wei is not a good boy. After playing the solo of the guzheng, he used a big move to hurt the enemy by 1,000 and himself, and he suggested starting to drink the Qushui.

Liushang Qushui was originally a custom of drinking and banqueting during the Shangsi Festival in the old days. Later, literati and scholars from the sixteen former dynasties in the heart of Donglizhou Central Plains liked to follow the ancient style, drinking and having fun all day long, and indulging in the mountains and rivers. Liushang Qushui became one of the essential items for Yanyu.

Therefore, the canals were also arranged according to the rules in this site.

but!

Why don't you mention it?

Because when the wine glass is flowing, whoever is stopped in front of him will have to write a poem, otherwise, he will have to punish him with three glasses of wine.

The people in the scene, except for Xun Yan, who was born in Confucian schools and had a little older experience, were not very good at writing poetry.

Including Li Wei himself.

This child is cruel and he won’t even let him go!

But everyone is just not good at writing poetry, not at all, but it’s just not easy to mention this matter. Since it’s mentioned, it’s okay to play two rounds.

Four of the eighteen people ran away, and in addition to the young Xiao Linger and Lingtong, the twelve people participated in Liushang Qushui.

The same game has similar rules, but if the monks are, they naturally need to add some monks' means.

Hantian Yungong dispelled the spirit of alcohol, and together with Wan Congyun, he arranged a formation first to isolate the means of transmitting the sound into secrets in order to prevent everyone from cheating.

The table was relocated, and a table was added in the center of the banquet. Two signs and jade cups were placed on the table. Xiao Ling'er and Ling Tong sat opposite each other.

The special wooden pallet is called "Yu Shang", with wine pots and wine glasses placed on it. The reason is Xun Yan casts a spell to make it start to move evenly in the water.

Xiao Ling'er pulled out a bamboo stick from the left and handed it to Ling Tong.

Ling Tong glanced at the numbers on the bamboo stick, picked up the ivory chopstick and gently tapped the jade cup, the number of times it hit was the same as the number on the bamboo stick.

The cup of wine flows in the canal, and the knocking sound stops. The cup of wine is in front of everyone, so who should write a poem.

It was Xiaoxiao who took the lead.

So Xiao Ling'er pulled out a bamboo stick from the sticker on her right hand and trotted to Xiaoxiao: "Master Xiaoxiao, I wrote a poem with the title of orchid!"

Xiaoxiao stayed with the bamboo stick for a while, and had no idea at all, so he had to ask for help and looked at Xun Yan beside him.

"A Xiao, the rules cannot help you!" Xun Yan loved and pity his wife's blank and helpless look, but due to the rules, he could only answer like this.

Everyone laughed.

Xiaoxiao had no choice but to drink three cups of wine. After drinking, he did not use his skills to dispel the alcohol. He directly entered Xun Yan's arms and pinched his soft flesh on his waist.

Xun Yan's eyes became dark, but his face was silent, driving the flow of wine cups to begin the second round.

This time Yu Shang stopped in front of Li Wei, and the title he was drawn was lotus.

After pondering for a long time, before the time limit came, Li Wei finally said, "Who is like you back then, dyed the time red. That month, the wind and rain, who fill the pond with the sound of wind and rain."

The third time it was Han Hao's turn. Han thought that his second senior brother should drink, but Han Hao pondered for a moment and then said, "The blood in the frost sky is the blood, and the heart of poetry is like a sword. Cut through the fog and teaches the fool to see the new thing."

He is worthy of being a famous practitioner among the younger generation of the eastern foothills of Kunlun Mountain. Even the poems he wrote were not separated from his sword.

But this poem is impeccable in terms of the neatness of the parallelism, rhyme and artistic conception, and naturally it has been praised by everyone.

Although it is the turn of luck, no one can escape after rounds. As I read too many books, I always have some literary literacy. Whether good or bad, most people can write poems that suit the title for the first and second time.

As Xun Yan wrote about Lone Pine:

I haven't seen a few springs in the world. I am used to watching the wind and clouds from a high place.

Who can solve the hustle and bustle of the world? Who can solve the loneliness of the present?

The clouds describe the mountain flowers:

When cooking tea, listen to the drizzle, the air comes new at night.

There are also beautiful mountains and beautiful flowers, and beautiful women.

Hantian writes out for travel:

The sun is getting cooler in early autumn, so I bring friends to visit the fairyland.

Listen to the stream in the valley, and listen to the clouds and steps on the sunset.

The play is played on the Mi Monkey Cliff, and the wild pheasants are busy among the trees.

In dense and sparsely populated areas, only the fragrance of vines and grasses is smelled.

Li Jue writes about Qiu:

The frost is dark in the desert, and the dreams of youth are gone without traces.

Who can kiss a gentle touch? I am lonely and moaned by guests.

If you are unwilling to play with the silence, you can't be able to lead the singing until the spring is in the air.

This body has not allowed the world to be far away, and I can enjoy the wine from the east fence.
Chapter completed!