The old farmer waved the long verteve in his hand and drank furiously, “Dengtu, go! how far to roll, and then to my big girl, the old farmer today with the dung in his hand to wash you bathe!”

Seeing a face of murder, Sima Qian quickly turned the horse's head and turned to the side and ran to the side.

Therefore, it was left to many farmers with the back of a loose dog, but did not think that in Sima's heart, this is a desert, leaving a back of the red dust.

Running for a moment, Sima looked back, a large group of black pressure standing in the doorway, estimated that today want to chant what phoenix, is completely impossible.

"Ah, this is a earth-shattering article, but there is no knowledge of the sound!" the last three "soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Just a carriage passed by, and the people inside said with laughter: "Sizheng, what kind of literary style do you have, and dare to say such crazy words?"

Sima was like conceited and determined, of course, when he heard this, he was not convinced, and immediately said, “Who are you?Dare to call me so?

"Shh--" The horseman who drove the car couldn't help but laugh wildly: "What do you say?You're too small, I can't hear you!

"You!" Sima's face flushed, angry crown, as a man is most afraid of what?

Sima is like a young age, but also the stimulation of the hand, a short time to drink loudly: "Who in the car!敢 so humiliated me!

The curtain was lifted, and a white-faced middle-aged man showed his head and pointed to the pavilion in front and said, "You say you have a literary style, but you dare to go forward, in the pavilion, I will see what you wrote."

Sima thought to himself as if: "That phoenix, I have been very refined, I must be able to spread a good article over thousands of years, this person also looks like a reader, it is better to be famous, see the Zhuo family still can not see me?" 」

Then he shouted, "Why don't you dare, I'm afraid you've read a good article, but you deliberately don't recognize it."

"Jockery!" laughed the chariot and laughed, "you know who is in the carriage?"

"Oh! it's hard to be what kind of royal family, the king's grandson aristocracy can't succeed?"Sima laughed like a sneer, running straight to the horse and ran forward, not far away where the pavilion stopped.

"Don't talk too much, today I'll go and see what happens to the younger generation of readers in my big Qin."

"Yes, Lord!" the horseman commanded, driving the car forward.

Sima, like at this time, had already dismounted the horse, took out the phoenix he had written himself, held it in his hand, and handed it to the man with his head held high.

The man took it over, and in the action, there was already a wind of everyone, a slight look, and then chanted:

“There’s a beautiful woman who doesn’t forget.

Not for a day, I thought like crazy.

The phoenix flies and the four seas are phoenixes.

It’s not on the east wall.

Talk about the language and talk about the heart.

And when I will see, let me be comforted.

Be willing to speak with one another.

It does not fly, it will destroy me.

They return to their homeland and travel to the sea to seek their phoenixes.

There is no such thing as a time, what is the end of the day!

There is a lady in the boudoir, and the room is poisoned my intestines.

Why the neck is a duck, the hustle 颉颃兮共 soar!

The phoenix dwells from me, and the tail of the phoenix is a concubines forever.

Harmony of hearts and minds, who knows the middle night?

The wings flew up, and I felt no sorrow."

"Ah--" The man smiled faintly, "Little Dao, I can only say good, as for good, I can't talk about it!"

Sima was furious: "Who are you, dare to evaluate my article in this way?

“You dare to speak so wildly in front of my lord!”

"Ah!" said Sima, as if he did not care about the chauffin's angry attitude, leaned his chin, his eyes almost saw the sky, and proudly said, "If you can write more than my article, I will kneel down and call your grandfather!"

"It's just that I don't have an indisputable grandson like you, go and show it to this self-righteous fool when I just wrote a draft a few days ago!"

The coachman sneered, turned to the carriage, took out a beautiful post, looked at Sima like coldly, and said with contempt: "Boy, you are simply the ancestral tomb holding the fire, in order to see the article written by my lord, go back to remember the burning incense, worship your family ancestors, this is the article."

"Huh!" Sima's rude post snatched the past, and saw three arrogant and moving big words on the cover of the beautiful post - Shu Dao difficult!

"Oh, it was written Shu Dao, just as I came from Shu Dao, then look at your noble work!"

Say it, Sima is like an unceremonious open style, with a very sour tone:

"Shout, fear, the difficulty of the Shu Dao, the difficulty of the sky! the silkworms and the fish, the founding of the country is dazed!West is too white to have a bird path, you can cross the eyebrows.The ground collapses and destroys the mighty, and then the stone stack of heaven is hooked together...”

Speaking here, Sima's face has completely changed, the voice has suddenly stopped, the hand is also crazy shaking up, a face can not be thought of looking at the white-faced scribe in front of him, stunned: "This - this!

The middle-aged scribe said unconcernedly, "It's only fine handwriting, what's the matter?You can't read it anymore?"

"Dad!" Sima swallowed a mouthful of water, and the sound echoed in the pavilion and continued to read aloud: "...there are six dragons back to the sun, and there is a wave of back-and-forth.The flight of the yellow crane is not allowed to pass, and the ape wants to help.Green mud, a hundred steps nine times the rock.The well rested, suffocating with the hand to sit and sigh... the peak did not go to heaven, and hung upside down.The flying waterfalls are competing for the hull, and the cliffs turn to the stone and the thunder... although the Jincheng is cloudy, it is better to return home early.It is difficult to get up to the sky, and it is difficult to look at the long-term consultation on the side...”

"Ah--" After reading it, Sima couldn't help but think of his phoenix, and this, it was just worse than shit!

"My God, who are you, who are you, who are you!" looked like Sima, a little crazy.

The white-faced middle-class scribe smiled lightly, picked up the winepot in his hand, took a soft drink, and then said, “Well, well, remember my name, my name is Li Bai!”