"I've never heard of it, I've never seen poetry compete like this, if Qi Yuanruo is powerful, our Huayinxiu in Suzhou is really worthy of the name of genius!" Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"How many songs are there now, looking at that Qi Yuanruo seems to be slower than at the beginning!" Qing Zhi heard the surrounding discussions.

Although Qi Yuanruo's speed is indeed very fast, but to say that the quality of the poems, it is not comparable to Hua Yinxiu, looking at this sentence is not the preference for chrysanthemums in flowers, this flower is even more flowerless, it is already Qi Yuanruo's poems are unattainable. "Since the last time Hua Jin wrote hibiscus poems, it has been too long since there has been such a big scene.

"That's true, just looking at the speed, Qi Yuanruo is naturally fast, but Hua Yinxiu obviously has more spare strength!" This looks too easy than Dou Huajin, basically just sitting there and opening his mouth to come, because it is too natural and casual, but it is even more amazing.

"Xiao Liu's poetry is unprecedented, and there is no one after him!" Xu Shen also has to admit that when it comes to writing poetry, they can't compare to Hua Jin alone.

Ning Hao sat next to Hua Jin, not caring about others, just watching Hua Jin wantonly abuse others like this, "If Qi Yuan is always exhausted even if he is prepared, he will lose this game!"

"Is this Hua Yinxiu a demon, how do you make so many classic poems?" A reader saw the poem that had just been hung out, and pointed to the sentence 'I'd rather die with incense on the branches, how could it have been blown down in the north wind', and he was already shocked and didn't know what words to use to evaluate such a demon.

"It's really a good sentence that I'd rather die with a branch holding incense, but I didn't expect this Hua Yinxiu to seem to be casual, but she also has such a strong and fiery temperament!"

"Here we go again!" Qing Zhi's eyes were shining, she had only heard Hua Yinxiu's demeanor before, but today she knew what it meant to be famous as to meet, and when she really saw Hua Yinxiu herself, she understood how casual he was, such a chic and easy, awe-inspiring demeanor could not be simply described in words!

Qi Yuanruo prepared more than a dozen poems in advance for this competition, and in order to calm the other party at the beginning, he started to use all the good writing, but who would have thought that Hua Jin would be so casual and relaxed, and opening his mouth like a demon is a classic, even if it is ordinary made by Hua Jin, it is better than what he called good.

The most important thing is that he has begun to get nervous here, but Hua Jin doesn't seem to care, just lying lazily like that, as if he is not competing, he really just came to admire the chrysanthemums, completely ignoring his opponent, it is already the ninth poem, and it is still so relaxed.

Qi Yuanruo's face was sweaty, and several scholars who were with him on the side were also pale at this time, they had long heard that Wang Ming's disciples had more geniuses, not to mention the handsome people, and most of them were young and accomplished, but most of Wang Ming's disciples were very low-key, only this Hua Yinxiu was the most famous, originally thought that this was a special case, but today they knew that Hua Yinxiu's talent was the result of being very low-key.

Where is the word genius enough to describe, this is simply a demon, those poems seem to fall from the sky, at will, no wonder only in poetry and writing, such a person, if he is very good at painting and playing the piano, where is there other people's way of living?

Qi Yuanruo's speed began to slow down, but Hua Jin drank wine and was comfortable, so he simply stood up, ran to the table by himself, took a pen and began to write. When Zhao Ke and Chen Gu saw her like this, they didn't stop her, and they saw Hua Jin staggering, picking up the pen at will, "settling in the human realm, without the noise of cars and horses." ”

The two glanced at Hua Jin, this Hua Xiaoliu didn't know how many styles he had changed since he started fighting poetry, and seeing that this was actually a change in the style of composing poetry, he didn't know how many souls Hua Xiaoliu had in his chest, how could he make poems with such different feelings?

Hua Jin was slightly drunk, this feeling was too comfortable, her favorite in her previous life was the casual and comfortable drinking wine and writing poems by the poet fairy Li Bai, and today she actually found a little feeling, although she also knew that Li Bai's wanton was with the bitterness of Huai Cai, she may not have the same feeling, she just likes the feeling of freedom.

Throwing away the wine glass, Ning Hao on the side continued, and saw Hua Jin holding the wine jug, and directly raised his head and drank "Ha, refreshing!"

"Ask you how can you be, your heart is far away? Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely see Nanshan. The mountain weather is good, and the birds are returning. There is a true meaning in this, and I have forgotten to distinguish it. "Where the brushstrokes fall, a casual and leisurely picture leaps onto the paper.

What a drunk, profligate poet! The literati around who watched Hua Jin behave like this all had only one emotion, yes, even if Hua Yinxiu was still so young, but she was already a poet, although today's works are not all classics, but all of them are good poems, with such quality and casual achievements, it is not an exaggeration to say that she is the first person in Yan Kingdom.

"Okay, good, our hearts are far away, we can't even see it as clearly as a child like her!" Some masters looked at Hua Jin's casual brushstrokes and the drinking, and they really felt a sense of harvest.

Wang Ming looked at Hua Jin with appreciation, and found that this little girl seemed to come from outside the sky, with different thoughts, and different practices from the whole world, she seemed to be a rule, but it was just a shell, in fact, from beginning to end, this girl was like this, like a breeze, more like a flowing cloud, as if she cared about a lot, and it seemed that she could easily leave it at any time.

Hua Jin herself never knew that she would give people such thoughts, when she was counseling in her previous life, her counselor once said that she seemed to be optimistic and cheerful, and everything had been accepted and accepted, in fact, she was indeed healthy and comfortable, but she was essentially a faint sad person. She seems to have many hobbies, but each one is lonely, she is very comfortable, but she is also lonely.

Ning Hao naturally saw the current state of Hua Jin, and after seeing that she finished writing this poem, she directly threw away the brush, stretched out her hands and looked at the sky, as if she was looking at another time, and also seemed to be immersed in her own thoughts.

When everyone saw such a Huajin, it was as if they saw a genius descending from the gods, as if they were breathing gently, this person was going to return to the sky, so that they would never see such a Zhong Lingyuxiu again.

Even those onlookers who are not familiar with Huajin have such feelings, not to mention Ning Hao, who has always put Huajin on the tip of her heart, seeing this scene, and thinking of the butterfly flying around her just now, she panicked, took Hua Jin's hand in a few steps, and held the person in her arms.

Hua Jin seemed to feel that he was a famous man in the Wei and Jin dynasties, and he was extremely romantic, and when he enjoyed this feeling, he was embraced into a chest with cold incense, and hugged this person a little stupidly, "Now, what is the situation!"