In the five thousand years since his death, there have been countless great poets and immortals. How could Lu Xuanlou be unique in his Mid-Autumn Festival poems with five words chanting to the moon and seven-character Mid-Autumn Festival poems?
Under the moon, there is a flying mirror, and the clouds form a sea tower.
This life and this night will not last long. Where can I see the bright moon next year?
Today’s people don’t know the moon in ancient times, but today’s moon once shone on the ancients.
In the blink of an eye, Lu Xuanlou has written half a hundred poems and drank thousands of drinks. However, when the love reaches its peak, he cannot restrain himself.
The more he drank, the more Lu Xuanlou became mad. He lay down on the steps, raised his finger towards Wen Xi, the master of the Moon Temple, and pointed at the empty wine glass.
"Pour the wine"
Lu Xuanlou's unintentional move immediately angered the genius of the East Wasteland. How could he serve Lu Xuanlou for his status as the Lord of the Moon Temple?
"Discourteous"
Gong Shujun sacrificed the Taoist soldier Tian Yue Blade, Yue Qingrou held the spear, Ning Zhi Bai Liang sword, the geniuses of the East Wasteland Temple stood up one after another, all with the intention of hurting others, but Lei Zhikuang's old injury has not healed. Although he can't take action, he still glares angrily, feeling that he is the same enemy as the genius of Donghuang Temple.
Although Lu Xuanlou was the first to be rude, the Wei Dynasty has always protected its shortcomings. The queen looked at Yan Chenyu, who nodded slightly, lightly held the hilt of the sword, and locked the Donghuang Tianjiao tightly. If anyone makes trouble, , Yan Chenyu must be the first to take action.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and only Lu Xuanlou was unaware of it.
"Back off"
The Lord of the Moon Temple heard Xi scolding the Tianjiao of the Eastern Wasteland, stood up slowly, walked to Lu Xuanlou, took out a jar of immortal wine from the Najie, He personally poured wine for Lu Xuanlou.
"Good wine"
Just smelling the smell of alcohol made Lu Xuanlou drunk again. After one glass, the smell of alcohol penetrated into his lungs, making him feel even more powerful.
Pouring the wine with bare hands, Lu Xuanlou drank heavily, already drunk, and even more unruly and bohemian.
"Master Wenxi Hall is not angry"
As soon as Lu Xuanlou said these words, everyone knew that Lu Xuanlou asked the Master of Moon Hall to pour wine, it was not an unintentional move, but Do it intentionally.
The Donghuang Temple was extremely angry, and the Queen of Wei smiled bitterly and shook her head. Only the Tianjiao of Wei admired her in her heart. This is how young and frivolous she looks.
"I miss you for your talents, but I don't agree with you." You're just worrying about it."
I wrote half a hundred poems in one night, each piece is amazing, but there is still something unfinished. Lu Xuanlou is extremely talented and can be called the first person in the Eastern Wasteland in a thousand years. It doesn't hurt to pour wine for him. .
Lu Xuanlou smiled and said nothing, his eyes wandering wildly, examining Wen Xi, the master of the Moon Temple.
The beauty is dressed in a white dress, and her dignified appearance reveals an indescribable sense of seduction. The black hair is draped, and the skin has a faint pink color, which is really beautiful. The phoenix eyes are shining, which seems to be able to capture the soul. A veil of smoke covers the face, attracting endless reverie.
Ning Si is the most beautiful of what Lu Xuanlou has seen in his life, but Wenxi is not as beautiful as it.
"I heard that the master of Wenxi Palace is stunning, the best in the Eastern Wasteland for two hundred years. Listen to my Moon Goddess."
Lu Xuanlou became more and more presumptuous, and even made frivolous remarks about the Moon Palace. Lord, everyone was dumbfounded, and they only thought that Lu Xuanlou was so daring.
"Xuanlou, you are drunk"
The Queen of the Wei Dynasty reminded Lu Xuanlou in a solemn voice not to speak openly. The master of the Moon Temple is a Nirvana warrior and a giant of the Eastern Wasteland. His city is unparalleled. Stunning beauty is definitely not something Lu Xuanlou can comment on.
"No problem"
The Lord of the Moon Temple only thought that Lu Xuanlou was drunk, but he also wanted to hear Lu Xuanlou's drunk words.
"In the seventeenth year of the Wei Dynasty, Emperor Qi Dingwu, the moon was bright in the Mid-Autumn Festival, and there was Wen's Nuxi, Gu Qingren's country, in Gu Qingren's city, left behind and independent.
< p> Its shape is as graceful as a startling giant, as graceful as a swimming dragon. It looks as if the moon is covered by light clouds, and as bright as the drifting wind. The sun is rising, and when you look at it, it is like a flower blooming in Lubo. Royal. Her hair is in a bun, her eyebrows are slender, her lips are bright, her eyes are bright, her eyes are bright, her body is serene and graceful, and she is charming in words. The bone statue is as shown in the picture. It is dazzling in its robes, and its body is adorned with gold and jade jewelry, and its body is adorned with the silken veil of mist. Come, wandering in the corner of the mountain."Lu Xuanlou is full of eloquence and witty words. He uses the moon god as the god of Luo, which is all the talent of King Chenliu. Everyone was astonished, held their breath and listened intently, and several people even ground paper and copied the songs, every word of it.
After the poems and poems were completed, Lu Xuanlou felt relaxed and drunk, and fell asleep drunk.
In the early morning of the next day, Lu Xuanlou woke up from the King of Shu. He only felt a splitting headache and his memory was chaotic. He could only remember composing three songs and poems at the Mid-Autumn Festival. He could not remember anything else. .
Lu Xuanlou stood up, dressed neatly, and was about to go out when he saw Luzhu coming in a hurry. After asking about it, he found out what was going on. He was suddenly embarrassed and quite ashamed.
"Wine is something you really can't touch."
Drinking with Song Liancheng on the Qinhuai River almost cost his life; he was so drunk at the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet that he could only recite poems and lyrics, but he actually Writing a poem for Wen Xi, the Lord of the Moon Temple, is a bit too much.
The Lord of the Moon Temple is naturally stunning. He has practiced Taoism alone for two hundred years. He has countless admirers. There are giants of the three disasters and nirvana warriors everywhere. Alas, the road has been narrowed after all.
"Is the Lord of the Moon Temple really as beautiful as Your Highness said?"
Which pot of green beads would not be opened? Lu Xuanlou shook his head and smiled bitterly, but he had no intention of answering. , and then accompanied Lan Yi to have a meal, and was teased by Lan Yi again. Lu Xuanlou retreated in defeat and had to go to the Zuo Duwei camp.
Early this morning, the poems written by Lu Xuanlou were spread throughout Daliang City, especially the poem "The Moon Goddess", which was so unique that it was regarded as a classic by countless talented people. The scenery of Lu Xuanlou's poems is not only lifelike, but also adds fuel and jealousy to it, making it feel absurd to listen to it.
The people of Daliang believed it to be true. They argued in their spare time and gave Lu Xuanlou many nicknames.
Some people think that Lu Xuanlou is talented and smart.Jie, walking seven steps, with his hands crossed, becomes a poem, and Lu Qiba's name is excellent; some people think that Lu Xuanlou's poems are all poems chanting the moon, and the poems are amazing, and Lu Yongyue's name is excellent; some people think that the name of Lu Yongyue is excellent; It cannot be generalized, the key is that Lu Xuanlou wrote half a hundred poems overnight, and he is worthy of the name of Lu Banbai.
Overnight, Lu Xuanlou became famous. Countless talented people came here and handed over famous invitations, just asking to have a long talk with Lu Xuanlou and exchange knowledge; The people of the Wei Dynasty had nothing to do, so they gathered outside the palace of His Highness the King of Shu, just to see the face of Lu Xuanlou.
At the same time, in the Jiuzhou world and Zhongzhou Haoran Academy, there were people wearing black and white clothes playing chess and talking.
"This boy has ninety-nine percent of the talent in the Eastern Wilderness. He is extremely talented and should be named after Lu Gaojue."
Heishi made a joke, then solemnly said, "This boy should read I am a sage."
But Bai Yi shook his head and said, "There are many tigers and wolves in the Lu family in the Eastern Wilderness. This son has an extraordinary killing ability and is known as the corpse-crushing king. It is not easy to deal with him."
The black shirt was noncommittal, focusing on the chess game, making consecutive moves, and captured the white dragon. He stood up and said with a smile, "There is no education, no class, today is a good time to travel to the East." Please remember to bookmark it, the latest and fastest website without anti-theft and free reading