In the main tent of the Poetry Club, a strange atmosphere is quietly spreading.

Looking at the officials who were opening the poems, the eyes of the scholars were unconcerned, and they didn't believe that a mere Fuzhou Poetry Society would be able to make a poem.

"Dapeng rises with the wind one day and soars up to 90,000 miles."

The slightly trembling voice of the clerk sounded, and this sentence alone shocked all the jinshi, and they all showed a look of surprise, obviously shocked by the opening of this poem.

And in an instant, Chen Ningmo's beautiful eyes were also superb, from the initial carelessness, to the current interest, eager to know the following.

"If the wind stops, it can still be dusted but the water is clear."

"Phew!"

There was a neat exclamation in the big tent, and many people gasped, shocked by the second sentence.

Fuzhou Thorn Shi Jiang Taidong pressed his ear in disbelief, really suspected that he had heard it wrong, but the expressions of everyone in front of him were so real, and he couldn't be suspicious, could it be that this time it was really the blessing of the gods, and there was a peerless talent at the poetry competition?

Thinking of this possibility, Jiang Taidong was indescribably excited.

However, he knew that it was too early to say so, and that he would have to listen to the whole poem before it was conclusive.

The official then read again: "When the people saw me Hengshu, they all sneered when they heard Yu Dayan. ”

Hearing this, Chen Ningmo frowned slightly, revealing a thoughtful look, and secretly wondered: Where did the author of this poem be treated unfairly, why did he say this? Could it be that Fuzhou really has a great talent that cannot be reused, and it is depressed?

Before she could figure it out, the clerk read out the last sentence: "Father Xuan can still be afraid of the next generation, and her husband is not young." ”

The recitation fell, Chen Ningmo could no longer hold back the excitement in his heart, and for the first time lost the calm expression he had always maintained, he clapped his high-five and praised sincerely: "It's really good, what a stunning poem, just a few sentences are enough to shock the entire Daqi literary world!" ”

Jiang Taidong didn't expect this poem to be so remarkable, his face suddenly turned red with excitement, and he laughed and said: "The bachelor is overrated, in fact, this kind of poetry can appear in the Fuzhou Poetry Competition, and it is also a kind of precipitation that we have been committed to the promotion of poetry culture for a long time. ”

After speaking, Jiang Taidong proudly glanced at Li Xiaobai's somewhat ugly face, and asked with a smile, "How is it?" Bangyanlang? Are you satisfied with this poem? ”

Hearing these ridiculous words, all of a sudden, Li Xiao's white face was as red as pig's liver.

He never dreamed that in such a small place as Fuzhou where the culture has not been opened, such a famous article can appear, is it really as the poem says: Xuan's father can still be afraid of the next generation, and the husband can not be young?

Thinking of this, Li Xiaobai secretly sighed, since last year's Mid-Autumn Festival, he has also lost some competitiveness, and said to Jiang Taidong with a sincere heart: "Fuzhou literature is prosperous, there are great talents, and the kid is a man who makes a mistake and despises a talented person in Fuzhou, and I ask Lord Jiang to forgive me." ”

Jiang Taidong swiped his breath and smiled proudly: "It's okay, as long as Bangyanlang can understand this truth." ”

Chen Ningmo smiled slightly, and asked with concern: "I don't know what the author of this poem is?" I don't know if I'm lucky enough to see you today? ”

The official replied: "Scholar Qiyu, this poem was written by a young man named Cui Shi, and now he is still participating in the second round of the poetry competition, but I am afraid that I will not be able to come to meet the scholar." ”

"It's okay!" Jiang Taidong waved his hand neatly, "Such talents are brilliant, and they will definitely be able to pass the poetry competition without asking. ”

Chen Ningmo bowed his head slightly, but he was a little curious about this Cui Shi in his heart.

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On the spot, the second round of the competition in Group D began, and the participating poetry clubs were the six poetry clubs that passed the first round of the competition in Group D.

Compared with the first round of poetry clubs, the literary level of these six poetry societies is obviously much higher, and the competition is also very fierce.

Of course, the so-called fierce competition is aimed at the words of the remaining five poetry societies except for the Yiku Poetry Society, and it is still an easy thing for the Yiku Poetry Society.

This game is still a competition of words and poems, and the title must be the beautiful scenery of the Yellow River in front of you.

Su Shi's literary talent is superb, and it can almost be called a seven-step poem, and he opened his mouth and chanted:

"Who is alive and when you see the confusion, Kunlun's qi veins are originally yellow.

If the turbidity current is cleared, the waves should be moved.

The emperor is fake and has a source of divine traces, and the world is suffering from three stalks.

Lingcha fruit has immortal family affairs, try to ask Qingtian Road is short and long. ”

As soon as this poem came out, it immediately aroused countless admiration, and even the talents of other poetry societies were full of praise for Su Shi's extraordinary literary talent.

However, what everyone didn't expect was that Cui Shi, a talented man from the same poetry club as Su Wenqing, was actually even more powerful than him, and he also made a word after a little thought:

"On the nine heavens of the Yellow River, people and ghosts look at the heavy pass.

The long wind swept the high waves, and the sun was cold.

It is like a thousand miles of Luliang, strong like Qiantang in August, and it goes straight down to wash the dust.

Vientiane has entered a rout, and it is still idle.

The nest is dangerous, the two hooves have passed, and it is difficult to climb.

What is the use of this danger in the world, the eternal treacherous.

If you don't need to burn the rhino to shine, you may not be able to fly and shoot, and you will have a strong obstacle.

Call for whale riders, and drum over the Silver Mountain. ”

As soon as this word came out, all the words were incomparable, which also made Su Shi laugh and sigh on the spot: "Brother's high talent is really strong!" ”

Of course, Su Shi's words were not jealousy, but a sense of comfort for having a friend who could surpass his literary talent.

So, without any surprise, Yiku Poetry Society won the second round of the competition.

Because of this, the Yiku Poetry Society has also become the leader of Group D, and has passed layers of tests to get the opportunity to participate in tonight's poetry collection.

At the same time, the remaining eleven groups also decided the winners.

In front of the tent where Group B was, Wang Pengju walked out in a daze, and the whole person felt a little like he was at the end of the clouds.

Before the competition, he saw that Su Ning was as beautiful as a fairy, and he deliberately went to talk to each other under the big heart.

Later, he took the opportunity to join Su Ning's "Threesome" poetry club, wanting to have a long-term friendship with this beautiful woman, so that he could take advantage.

Wang Beijia is the person in charge of the poetry collection, which official who presided over the poetry competition will not give him the face of the prince.

I believe that he will stop there and read some acceptable poems at will, so that the "Threesome" Poetry Society can pass all the way and become the first place.

And he was also able to rely on these outstanding victories to show his "amazing literary talent", which made this beautiful girl look at him with admiration and secretly promised.

Such ingenious premeditation made Wang Pengju admire his talent and proper thinking.

(End of chapter)