Hey, you just said that my female apprentice is a talented woman!

The wind soul just read to Yin Niang are all timeless famous sentences that have stood the test of time. Naturally, it is not easy for others to match, but it is not a matter that this alcoholic can produce a fairly good poem in such a short time. The wind soul looked at him and smiled and said, "What’s your name, please?"
The blue scribes looked up at the sky. "My name is … well, my name is Xu, too …"
What do you mean "also surnamed Xu"? Wind Soul shrugged. "Maybe your name is Xu Feiqiong?"
"How is that possible?" The scribe said angrily, "My name is Xu Zhuo, by the way."
You won’t say, forget it. Do you have to come up with a name temporarily?
Feng Soul shook his head at him and said, "I’m afraid you have to pay for Xu Xiong’s drinks yourself, not to mention that this poem is not bad but not surprising. It happened that my little sister helped you figure it out. Since your poem is incomplete, how dare you let me help you pay for drinks?"
"It was complete …"
"Then you crossed out the sentence" Wind Soul sneers ",not to mention that this sentence was crossed out by yourself, even if you didn’t cross out this sentence" Xu Feiqiong is the only one in the seat ". Who’s Xu Feiqiong? Where is it from? Which allusion is it taken from? "
The blue scribes froze there. "She’s not a woman, and there’s nothing to remember her …"
"Is it not a woman or a fairy?" The wind soul continued to sneer. "Since you are a fairy Xu Xiong, how can you know each other?"
Xu Feiqiong is of course a fairy.
Wind Soul is just curious about the identity of this drunkard.
When his drinkers heard Feng Soul’s words and talked for a while, they all felt that Feng Soul shouldn’t pay for the wine. Since it is a gambling poem, at least one song should be complete.
The blue scribes blushed and cried, "Well, I’ll sing another song. If the language is not surprising this time, I’ll jump into the lake, but the more I drink, the more poetic I become. I just didn’t drink enough …"
"If you don’t drink when you jump into the lake, I can also help you to call you well first, and then count me in."
The wind soul ordered wine for him. This guy can drink well. Just now, he was drunk and smoked, but even after drinking a few bowls, he still looked like that. He staggered to the wall and wrote on the wall with a famous style.
Yin Niang’s eyes lit up and she couldn’t help reading after him. "Do you see that the Yellow River flows to the sea every day? Don’t you see that the high hall mirror is sad and white-haired, like moss and dusk, like snow. oh, let a man of spirit venture where he pleases doesn’t make a golden bottle to the moon …"
As she read it, she thought, "It turns out that this person is so talented and seems to be a talented person."
Those drinkers even admire.
Wind soul is dazed zheng suddenly jumped over and grabbed the hand of the scribes to stop him from writing.
The scribe turned back. "What’s the matter?"
The wind soul squinted at him with a look of disdain. "You plagiarized."
The blue scribes were furious. "Who plagiarized?"
"Did it really come out of you?"
"Of course"
"If I say this poem, I will also read it, believe it or not?"
"Well, you write it." The blue scribe angrily handed the pen to him. Feng Soul wanted to write with a writing brush, but he thought that his writing brush would be bad, so there was no need to make a fool of himself. So he handed the writing brush to Yin Niang. "I’ll read it to you and write it."
So he followed the other party’s unfinished sentence to read "… I was born with spin a thousand pieces of silver, all of them come back! cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle, and and make me, of three hundred bowls, one long drink! Cenfudan Qiusheng will enter the wine cup and sing a song, please listen to me …"
In the 21st century, almost everyone knows that they have a slight preference for poetry, and they can learn it by heart. Yin Niang wrote it on the wall for the wind soul until the last sentence, "I am worried about the same sales."
Naturally, those drinkers were amazed, and even Yin Niang couldn’t help asking, "Who did master write this poem?"
The wind soul sneered at the scribe while answering. "This poet’s surname is Li Mingbai, not Xu."
The scribe’s face turned blue and white, and most of the drinkers were literati. Although they felt so good, they had never heard of it before, but they also believed in the wind and soul’s words and condemned the man for saying that he should not plagiarize.
This kind of thing is a taboo for literati.
When the blue scribes saw that everyone looked at him with disdain, they couldn’t let go of this face and cried, "Don’t listen to this man’s nonsense that I wrote this poem."
The wind soul sneered, "Then how can I?"
The blue scribe coughed, "This poem is normal for someone who has heard it before."
"Then how come no one else has heard of it?" The wind soul said, "And I remember that its surname is Li instead of Xu."
The blue scribe bit his teeth and said, "I am Li Bai."
"Are you Li Bai?" The wind and soul spread their hands. "Then I am still Du Fu."
"Who is Du Fu?"
"You don’t even know Du Fu and dare to call yourself Li Bai?"
The blue scribes’ eyes were ablaze. "Am I Li Bai’s surname Du?"
"It’s a big deal with Du Fu", "It’s really nothing to tell you this name is Xu"
He naturally doesn’t believe that such a down-and-out drunkard will be Li Bai. Of course, Li Bai also has down-and-out times, but a celebrity like him should have a backbone no matter how he is down-and-out. What’s worse, Li Su-su is in a hurry to truly call it a poem that scares the wind and makes the gods cry, and this guy just crossed out a sentence himself, but he still has to let Yin Niang help him make up his talent, which is not so good.
If Li Bai is like this, it is estimated that those who look up to him in the future will cry bitterly.
Du Fu was not born at this time. Although Li Bai is a noble man, he is still not famous. When others listen to them, Li Bai and Du Fu can’t hear anything.
"If you want me to pay for your drinks, it’s not impossible." Feng Soul looked at the scribe kindly. "Tell me who Xu Feiqiong is in your poem and how do you know her?"
The guy stared at him for a while and then looked at the ceiling for a while.
The wind soul saw at a glance that he was ready to learn by heart.
"Forget it" Wind Soul sighed and patted him on the shoulder "I’ll pay for your drinks."