Chapter 909： God's turning point (2)

Chapter 909 God's turning point (2)

I have a sword, and today I will try it with you.

Wang Yaozu stood up confidently from his seat, bowed his hands to the crowd, gave Zhu Pingan a look, and then walked towards the screen in the middle of the banquet full of ambition and ambition.

At noon in summer, the scorching sun is like fire, and it penetrates everywhere.

Sunlight squeezed in through the small holes in the bamboo weaving of the arbor and mat, and shone on Wang Yaozu who was walking slowly. After the sunlight was filtered through the small holes, it came in and turned into strands of shining golden threads, shining on Wang Yaozu's body, just like the lights of a modern stage were focused, dazzling and dazzing.

A protagonist pose.

The gazes of everyone followed Wang Yaozu's footsteps.

The right time, place and people.

Wang Yaozu felt that God was perfecting him today, so he became more confident and ambitious.

This kind of opportunity is a gift from God, if you don’t take it, you will be against the sky.

Amid all the attention, Wang Yaozu came to the screen, and then made a pensive look, pacing gently in front of the screen.

one two three four five six seven.

When he reached the seventh step, Wang Yaozu stopped abruptly, his eyes sparkled brightly, as bright as the sun, and he stretched out his right hand to take down the writing brush on the side, and picked it up with three fingers and double hooks.

At the same time, Wang Yaozu held the inkstone directly with his left hand, dipped the brush in his right hand skillfully in the ink, and then tapped the brush on the screen.

After the brush fell, it didn't stop. There were people holding the inkstone on the left and right, dipping in the ink was also smooth.

With one hand holding the pen incessantly, with the other holding the inkstone to support it.

The movements are elegant and skillful.

For a while, the brush was like a graceful dance in Wang Yaozu's hands, continuous and smooth.

Speaking of it, Wang Yaozu is also a person who is very good at grasping and creating opportunities. Although the poem he wrote has been conceived in his mind for several years, today he deliberately made a hasty appearance and deduced that he was chased away. The feeling of being on the shelf, and then deliberately imitating Cao Zhi to come up with such a seven-step poem.

While writing, Wang Yaozu's clothes fluttered, his movements were chic and elegant, and his elegance was full of demeanor.

At this moment, it seems that Wang Yaozu is not writing poems alone. He has inherited the glorious tradition of China for five thousand years. Cao Zijian, Wang Xizhi, Su Dongpo, Li Bai, and Du Fu are possessed by their souls at this moment!

At this moment, he is not writing poetry alone, not alone!

"hiss"

"Seven steps into a poem? Mr. Wang is a great talent."

"In ancient times there was Cao Zijian, and now there is Wang Yaozu. How lucky is it to write a poem in seven steps."

"Master Wang's calligraphy has entered the classroom. Watching Mr. Wang write is like watching dance and music. It's pleasing to the eye. It can't reach this level without decades of solid foundation."

When Wang Yaozu wrote the poem in "Seven Steps", everyone commented and praised him endlessly.

Wang Yaozu's heart was agitated when he heard the praise from everyone in his ear, hehe, he also had an idea, imitated Cao Zijian and came up with a poem in seven steps, he didn't expect the effect to be more ideal than expected, hehe, I'm really a genius.

Wang Yaozu was so excited that the writing brush in his hand also jumped down. He almost made a wrong gesture, but fortunately, Wang Yaozu took it back in time, but the horizontal line was a little longer. He saved it in time and did not affect the view.

Calm down, I want to be calm.

Wang Yaozu took a deep breath, continued to move his pen like flying, and splashed the remaining half of the poem on the screen.

soon

Wang Yaozu stopped the brush, put the brush on the table, turned around and cupped his hands towards the crowd, and said with a proud but pretended modesty: "It's a clumsy work, it's a shame, I have the right to think it's a brick to attract jade."

Then, return to your seat.

"Ode to Bamboo Chopsticks"

Be courteous to the bamboo chopsticks, taste the sweetness and bitterness first.

It tastes good to others, and I am busy coming and going.

On the screen, the poem "Ode to Bamboo Chopsticks" written by Wang Yaozu vividly appeared on the paper.

"A good poem uses things to describe people. Master Wang's "Ode to Bamboo Chopsticks" fully expresses the spirit of selfless dedication of chopsticks."

Wang Yaozu's friends were very supportive, and they were the first to give high fives.

"Great kindness! It seems simple and simple, but it contains a lot of selfless dedication. Mr. Wang is so ingenious, using chopsticks as a metaphor, it has a profound meaning. This poem is easy to understand, but it has a profound meaning."

"Well, good, good."

"It's really a rare good poem."

After tasting the poem, the officials present gave a good evaluation of Wang Yaozu's poem.

Listening to everyone's praise, Wang Yaozu returned to his seat, like a general returning to the court after victory, with the attitude of a successful man, he glanced at Zhu Pingan proudly and proudly, and then found that Zhu Pingan was eating over there. With a look of intoxication and satisfaction, he didn't notice himself at all, it was a waste of his expression.

Wine bags and rice bags!

Wang Yaozu expressed deep contempt for Zhu Ping'an.

"Master Wang, the poem is well written."

Wang Yaozu had just finished despising Zhu Ping'an, but when he turned around, he heard Zhu Ping'an's praise.

Turn your head.

Wang Yaozu saw that Zhu Pingan was chewing, while stretching out his right hand and giving himself a thumbs up.

"Ahem, Mr. Zhu won the prize, I think Mr. Zhu's masterpiece is even better..."

Before Wang Yaozu finished speaking, Zhu Pingan lowered his head again, took a mouthful of food, put it in his mouth, and said while chewing, "This golden jade dish is worthy of being made by Emperor Sui Yang, who was so extravagant and lustful that he ate it all over the world. I also praised the Southeast delicacies, the taste is really irresistible, Mr. Wang will try it too."

Gold and jade!

It has been a well-known southeast dish since the Sui and Tang Dynasties. The raw material is dried perch after frost. After soaking in clear water, marinate it with honey sauce, wrap it in a cloth to drain the water, slice the fish thinly, and serve it with Cut fragrant flowers and leaves, decorated with fragrant flower spikes, and then mixed with thin strands of golden orange. The sea bass fillets are tender and white like jade, the green and fragrant flowers and leaves are dripping, and the fragrant and soft flower spikes are dazzling purple. The whole dish is as bright as gold and jade. Even Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty, who was extravagant and lustful and ate delicious food all over the world, couldn’t help admiring this golden jade roti presented by Suzhou when he visited Jiangdu: golden rotten jade roti, the best taste in the southeast!

It melts in the mouth, full of color and taste, far more delicious than modern sashimi.

After Zhu Ping'an tasted it, he couldn't stop chopsticks.

"No, Master Zhu, please take your time."

Wang Yaozu shook his head, said something coldly, turned his head, and stopped talking to Zhu Pingan. I despise it very much in my heart, idiot, you think everyone is like you, if you eat, you will know how to eat!

Eat it!

The more idiotic you are, the more brilliant I will be.

I often hear people say that if you eat too much, your brain will not work well. Hmph, I will let you eat extravagantly, erect the image of the rice bucket, and make you look better after a while.

Based on this idea, Wang Yaozu turned around and started chatting with his friends, ignoring foodie Zhu Pingan.

Zhu Pingan, who was immersed in enjoying the golden jade, raised a curve at the corner of his mouth.

Wang Yaozu's thoughts, Zhu Ping'an can guess very well, but, hehe, unfortunately, he is destined to disappoint Mr. Wang.

In terms of poems and songs, can you compare with hundreds of years of masterpieces? In terms of self-cultivation as an actor, you are still far behind.

(end of this chapter)