"Fatty, don't just talk but don't practice. //--//(---full text) If you have the ability, you can write a poem on the spot for everyone to appreciate it. If you do it well, then it's fine. If you don't do it well, don't blame everyone for picking it out then!" Someone in the crowd shouted loudly, and expressed everyone's thoughts.

Seeing that this posture was very interesting, Huang Junming couldn't help but lean forward. Huang Junming remembered who this fat man was. He was the one who played poetry with everyone in the early spring on the banks of Qujiang Pool. At that time, the boy also said **No sleeping intention was attracted by everyone as a joke, but he hadn't seen the fat man's spirit get even more fat.

When everyone said this, the fat man had no shame at all, and he still looked like he had no nostrils facing the sky. However, he also stood up and said to everyone present: "Brothers, Fatty, I can only do some wrong poems. Isn't it like killing me if I want to write poems? But then again, the poems of brothers are really average." Listening to the fat man's previous article, Huang Junming originally thought that this guy had admitted defeat, but who would have thought that he would be ridiculed again. He couldn't help but deeply admire the fat man's ability to cause trouble, and he also secretly felt funny about the fat man.

When I heard that the poems that everyone had written were beaten to death by this fat man, someone was dissatisfied and retorted loudly: "Oh, you said that everyone's poems are average, and it seems that you have a high-level vision. If you don't explain them clearly today, don't blame everyone for being ruthless when you see you." In this circle of scholars, you need a connection. No matter how good your family background is, you will be looked down upon by everyone. The so-called ruthless after seeing you is not a fight or killing. It is just a way of communication that scholars only see.

"Hehe. I said that there is a reason why everyone writes poetry. If I put it in the previous poems, I, Fatty, copied them without saying a word and placed them on the bedside to recite them day and night. But who told Fatty, I saw a great talent! I dare not say anything else, just his poetry talent, Fatty, I think no one can stand out in our Tang Dynasty!" It sounds like this fat man met some great figure, and became arrogant and lowly. So I looked down on everyone's poetry.

In Huang Junming's impression, there was nothing that could be passed down through the ages during the Wude period. When he heard that the fat man praised a poet so much, Huang Junming became interested. You must know that the four heroes of the early Tang Dynasty were still brewing at which man. (--Online) Perhaps it was still a tadpole, running a marathon with great difficulty.

"Fatty, who is the name of the great talent you mentioned?! I want to hear who can compare with the poems made by our two brothers in the Cui family!" This tone obviously showed great distrust of what the fat man said, but looking at the direction of the man's hands, isn't it the two best people who wrote poems before.

"Hmph, don't believe it. It's about half a year ago. On the banks of Qujiang Pool, the Supreme Emperor chose his husband for the daughter of the daughter. At that time, a talent appeared, which was completely overwhelming that boy Zheng Jingxuan. I wonder if there are no friends present at that time? You should know who I am talking about?!" The fat man saw that someone present had signaled that he had attended the poetry party in spring. He asked back.

When Huang Junming heard this, his head was sweating coldly. No matter how he heard it, he felt that the great talent he was talking about was himself. You should know that he made Zheng Jingxuan angry at the last poetry meeting. But then again, it turned out that the purpose of the poetry meeting was to choose a son-in-law for the Qianjin Princess. No wonder Zheng Jingxuan looked at his hatred after the poetry meeting and always pestered him with the Qianjin Princess. It was his fault that Zheng Jingxuan had not married the Qianjin Princess!

"Fatty, is the person you are talking about the great talent who created the dragon-spinning method?" Someone among the scholars asked loudly while Huang Junming was thinking.

When the fat man heard someone responding to him, he was very proud and couldn't help but smile happily, and the flesh on his face was piled up. "Not bad! That's that person! I know what I said this time, I'm just fine!"

"Hmph! The dragon is just a path. It is just a truth to write a poem in full!" It is obvious that in the past six months, the scholars have learned about the way to play the dragon, but it seems that some people sneer at this. Huang Junming looked in the voice and found that it was still the scholar who supported the second brothers of the Cui family.

Although both sides now have brought the topic to Huang Junming himself, Huang Junming has no sense of being the protagonist in the human voice. He neither left nor walked into the venue, but just stood in the audience. It seems to be fun. Who made this Liyou participate in the poetry meeting too many people, and it is quite laborious to find someone who doesn't speak and only watch the show here.

The method of writing poetry created by the fat man who listened to people's words and his idol was a path, and the laughter in his expression was no longer there. He raised his face coldly and said, "Frog in the well! No matter what, my fat man said this, and you can't compare to his poetry talent in ten!"

"You can compare, but you can't compare. Just compare and you will know! I want to see who made you, the fat man so respectful to you, so you speak wildly." Now, it seems like a confrontation between the fat man and this man. "Do you think you can write a poem if you just say a cat or a dog? What a joke! Either today you will make a poem that satisfies everyone on the spot, or you will ask the thing you said to make a poem. Otherwise, my Cui family will never end up with you!"

"Cui Feng! Shut up!" The scholar who seemed quite elegant but a little gloomy at first shouted and shouted, "The Cui family's face has been ruined by you." After scolding Cui Feng, the scholar bowed to all the scholars again: "My fellow practitioners, who knows who the fat brother is from, please tell Cui. Cui is very grateful. If this friend is present, please come forward and communicate with each other." The scholar named Cui said politely, but //The fastest text update--no ads//There is indeed some unquestionable feeling between the words, as if he is forcing Huang Junming to come out.

However, it seems that this scholar named Cui still has some reputation among everyone. As soon as he said this, someone on the side echoed: "Brother Cui, the person that fat man said is the immortal master of our Tang Dynasty, a century-old Taoist. If you want to communicate with the immortal master, you may have to go to the Heavenly Immortal Palace."

The scholar named Cui obviously didn't know what happened by the Qujiang Pool in spring. He heard that the person who was talented in the fat man's mouth was actually Huang Junming. The expression on his face suddenly became stiff, as if he was a little embarrassed, and with a little resentment.

"Haha, it turns out that Brother Fat is talking about the Immortal Master. If you didn't say it earlier, the Immortal Master's talent is beyond doubt, no doubt." The Scholar surnamed Cui smiled dryly, obviously giving up in his heart. He began to complain that the fat man didn't speak clearly.

The fat man seemed to be unhappy with the retreat of the Scholar of Cui, and said unreasonably: "Oh, your Cui family just said that the immortal master was a cat and a dog, why did he wither? Otherwise, Fat man, I will take you to the Heavenly Immortal Palace?"

"This..." The scholar surnamed Cui was sweating down his forehead. Who is Huang Junming? People in Chang'an City have heard more or less that he is a celestial immortal. How could he offend him at will? Even if the family has a strong power, they have to consider it. Otherwise, it might cause some trouble. It is rumored that this immortal master has a very good relationship with Li Shimin. Although the family is indifferent to Li Shimin, he must be the emperor and has the power in his hands!

Huang Junming laughed secretly when he saw this situation. When did he become a Taoist priest who relied on his power to suppress others? This fat man showed the power of a fox to the fullest. Huang Junming looked at the fat man who looked at the crowd with his hands on his hips and felt as if he was a rooster who had won the battle, and sighed in his heart.

Suddenly, the fat man's eyes swept to Huang Junming's side, and he was trembling with shock. He didn't seem to know where to put his hands pinched. Seeing this, Huang Junming knew something was wrong, he quickly prepared to squeeze out. However, the audience behind him had already blocked the way. Huang Junming couldn't help but secretly scolded him for taking two steps forward, which was really troublesome.

"Immortal Master, I don't know that the Immortal Master is coming, Fatty..." The fat man saw that it was Huang Junming, and he crossed several levels of scholars in diameter, ran towards where Huang Junming was, and said in panic to Huang Junming.

Seeing that the fat man had already called him in public, he knew that he could not hide, so he had to turn around in the face of difficulties, pointing to the Confucian robe on his body, and said to the fat man with a bitter face: "Fatty, you really know how to make trouble for me."

"Hehe, that immortal master, Fatty didn't expect you to come out in a condom. Hehe, sorry, sorry." The fat man said to Huang Junming with a wry smile, and then shouted to everyone: "The immortal master is right next to us. Have you come to see the immortal master?!"

Huang Junming was quite helpless by the fat man's behavior, and quickly shuddered: "I just came here to see it, so there is no need to worry. You guys, continue to write poems, I will listen next to you. There is also fat man, you can't make trouble anymore. Every poem is the author's hard work. How can you slander someone's hard work!"

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The first update is a little busy today. I just came back from Dalian yesterday. I didn’t have time to deal with many things I had to do today. I ended up busy for a day. I sent 3,000 words first. There was a little card text, and I don’t know how to write it. Try to code the next chapter as soon as possible. If I can’t code it tonight, then tomorrow will be a normal update of 5,000 words plus a compensation update of 4,000 words. The promised chapter is free to wait for the Southwest to have time to code for everyone. This is not good if there is no manuscript saved. I hope everyone will forgive me. (To be continued)


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