"Li Zhiyuan, is this good, in order to save everyone's time, we only bet three games, and we compete for a poem in each game, and the winner of two games wins. It's not like I'm bullying you!"

Long Yin knew that An Miaoyi was standing from a distance at the moment, and he couldn't wait at this time, he wanted to show his talent as soon as possible, defeat Li Zhiyuan, let him drill his crotch, give An Miaoyi anger, and let An Miaoyi favor him.

In a hurry, he simplified the content of Wendou.

Li Zhiyuan is also a person who is afraid of trouble, so seeing this, he naturally agreed, nodded and said, "No problem, you can solve the question." ”

In order to convince Li Zhiyuan, this dragon seal said, "I don't ask the question, let someone else do it, it will be fairer." ”

"Okay, then let my sister improvise. Li Zhiyuan pushed Dai Yu out.

Long Yin stared at Dai Yu and smiled playfully, "No problem." ”

Although Dai Yu has no cultivation, she is talented, and she is proficient in poetry and writing, let alone making a topic, she did not shirk at the moment, took a step forward, and said, "It's spring, and the spring is just right, so why don't you all make a 'Wing Chun' poem." ”

Hearing this, the corners of Long Yin's mouth hooked up a relaxed smile arc, and he nodded to indicate that it was no problem.

Li Zhiyuan said, "Your Highness the Dragon Seal, since there is no problem, then you can come first." ”

The dragon seal did not drag the mud and water, and when he heard the words, he put his hands on his back, straightened his chest, looked far away, looked at the spring light in Yueyang Courtyard, and took a step forward intentionally or unintentionally, and chanted, "The warm sun shines in the sky......

After a long silence, he took another step forward and continued to chant: "The flowers are smiling at the sun." ”

After a moment's silence, he took another step, and then chanted again, "The birds in the wind are loud." ”

Then there was almost no pause, no further steps. directly chanted the last sentence "Yueyang is good in spring!"

……

There was silence for a moment, and then a cheer erupted, "Good!"

"The Seven Princes have become a poem in three steps, which can be called a genius!"

"The warm sun shines in the sky, the flowers smile at the sun, the birds in the wind are loud, and the spring in Yueyang is good!" someone couldn't help but chant again, and then analyzed, "This poem is simple and simple, it seems simple, but it is not easy." It's a rare good poem......"

Listening to everyone's discussion and admiration, Li Zhiyuan couldn't help but want to laugh, thinking to himself what kind of poem this is? This is clearly just a smooth mouth! Like this, how many and how many are necessary!!

Grass, and Nima's three-step poem, can be called a genius...... I think it's a waste of wood, well, he is smooth, but I can't. Originally, there was no high or low text, it was difficult to distinguish the winner from the loser, and if he didn't get a classic poem, he couldn't be suppressed at all. Since you want to fight, you have to make the other party lose convincingly, and you have to read it in one breath. Isn't the other party a poem in three steps, then I will become a poem in three breaths.

And he saw that the discussion of the people ceased. Li Zhiyuan put his hands behind his back and said directly, "I don't know when I sleep in spring." Birds are heard everywhere, the wind and rain come at night, and the flowers fall to know how many ......"

A poem is chanted, there is almost no pause in the middle, there is no slightest dragging mud and water, it is simply neat, it takes a very short time, almost three breaths of time, worthy of three breaths into a poem.

Li Zhiyuan groaned, the scene was silent, everyone stared at him, constantly savoring Li Zhiyuan's poem in their hearts, it seemed that they couldn't believe that this poem was written by him, and three seconds later, the scene erupted into a burst of exclamation and sighing.

"Tsk, wonderful, this poem is wonderful,"

"I don't know when I sleep in spring, I hear birds everywhere, the sound of wind and rain at night, how much do you know about the flowers?" someone couldn't help but chant again, then closed his eyes, immersed himself in the realm of this poem, made a look of enjoyment, closed his eyes and shook his head in admiration, "Ah, wonderful, cool ......"

"Especially the last sentence, I seem to see the spring flowers falling!" someone praised.

In the admiration of everyone, Long Yin's feminine face became gloomy and became ugly, he stared at Li Zhiyuan tightly, and constantly swept him with his divine sense, to see if he cheated on other people's poems,

But in the end, I didn't find that Li Zhiyuan had a single page on his body, and no one had ever made this poem before, obviously, Li Zhiyuan chanted it temporarily.

Of the ten judges, five of them are students of the previous class of Yueyang Academy, and the other five are new students, it can be said that there are both new and old people, and their literary attainments are different, but to be able to enter Yueyang Academy, the minimum literary skills are still there, at least the ability to appreciate is not lacking,

So at this time, the ten judges had already compared the poems of the two and quickly came to a conclusion.

The dragon seal becomes a poem in three steps.

Li Zhiyuan became a poem in three breaths.

Li Zhiyuan's poems have exceeded a certain realm, reaching a kind of artistic conception that can only be understood but cannot be spoken, there is no need to comment at all, any comment is a stain on this poem, this poem can be called a classic, and it can be passed on for centuries.

On the other hand, Longyin's poems can only be regarded as average, and it is not easy to make a poem that rhymes within three steps, looking at the entire Yueyang Academy, it is also a top-notch level, but after comparing with Li Zhiyuan, whether it is the time of writing the poem or the level of the poem, it is too far behind.

Everything can't be compared, compared with Wang Xiaoqiang's poem, Longyin's poem is as crude as a child's smooth mouth.

Obviously, in the first game, Li Zhiyuan defeated Long Yin.

Li Zhiyuan stared at the dragon seal, smiled playfully, and then turned his gaze to the ten judges, and said, "Okay, the ten judges can make a judgment." ”

The ten judges almost did not hesitate, and said: "I voted for Li Zhiyuan,"

"I also agree with Li Zhiyuan, Li Zhiyuan is better than ......"

……

The ten judges voted for Li Zhiyuan very unanimously, and as a result, Li Zhiyuan won the Dragon Seal with an absolute advantage of ten votes.

Originally, everyone thought that Longyin would defeat Li Zhiyuan, but in the first game, Longyin was defeated by Li Zhiyuan.

And Li Zhiyuan's performance, while everyone was shocked, he was also secretly shocked, and his heart said that Li Zhiyuan's talent was too strong, not only won the Dragon Seal, but also completely exceeded his age!

For the result of the first game, no one from the surrounding onlookers raised any objections, good is good, bad is bad, everyone's eyes are bright, even Long Yin felt that his poem could not be compared with Li Zhiyuan's poem at all, so Long Yin lowered his head gloomily, and just muttered in annoyance, "Okay, let's start the second game." ”

"Okay, let's start the second one. Li Zhiyuan picked his chin at Long Yin and said, "For the sake of fairness, how about you make the title for this one?"

"Okay!" This time, Long Yin was not as arrogant as Yelang, and directly agreed.

Because, in the second game, it is very crucial, if Li Zhiyuan wins again, it will be two wins in three games, and he will have no chance of turning the tables.

Dragon Seal wants to seize this opportunity, the Jedi counterattack, and turn defeat into victory.

He doesn't believe that Li Zhiyuan has such a high literary talent, a good poem may just be a momentary burst of inspiration, and it does not represent how high a person's overall level is, just like those who write hand-me-down poems, often after a blockbuster, Jiang Lang is exhausted, and since then he has been silent, collapsed, and died of gloom.

(End of chapter)