"Situ Badou!"

"It turns out that he is Situ Badou!"

"It's better to be famous than to meet, and the bearing is really extraordinary. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Everyone was shocked, and some people even read Situ's "Burrow Ming" on the spot.

"The mountain is not high, but the name of the immortal. The water is not deep, and if there is a dragon, it will be spiritual. Si is a burrow, but Wu Dexin. The moss marks are green, and the grass is green. There is a lot of talk and laughter, and there is no white ding. You can tune the piano and read the Golden Sutra. There is no silk and bamboo, and there is no case. Nanyang Zhuge Lu, West Shuzi Cloud Pavilion. Confucius: What's ugly?"

"Popular!"

"Popular!"

"It's really popular. ”

Listening to the sound of the reading aloud, everyone felt that their hearts had become transparent.

This article will surely be remembered through the ages, and Mr. Situ will also be famous through the ages. ”

The Confucian clothes on Yang Youcai's body had been washed a little white, but he looked at Situ with a sincere face and praised it sincerely.

"It's over!"

"You've won a prize!"

Situ Xing smiled all over his face and bowed his hands to the surroundings to express his gratitude.

"Mr. Situ must be on the list, this is a blessing for my North County. Brothers, let's salute Brother Situ with a glass of water and wine, and our generation should be victorious and cross the streets. ”

A Confucian scholar with better eloquence stood up abruptly, held a wine bottle, and shouted loudly.

"Good!"

"Good!"

"What a victory, cross the horse and parade the streets!"

"For the sake of this, drink bitterly!"

The other Confucian students' faces suddenly turned flushed, and they shouted loudly with excitement.

"!"

"!"

Situ Xing saw that everyone was in high spirits, and he didn't want to be the wicked person, so he picked up his wine glass and said with a smile.

"!"

Everyone was staggered, and the atmosphere suddenly became warm. Everyone is young, and they are all reading seeds, so naturally they have a common topic.

From time to time, some people took their own poems and asked Situ for correction. Or a public recitation.

From time to time, there is a rise in literary atmosphere on the scene, but unfortunately most of them are three inches, and there are few four-inch literary ones, let alone five-inch Mingzhou poems.

"It's a pity!"

"If this party has a five-inch Narushu poem. The text carries the word, and we must be recorded in the county annals. ”

"What an honor!"

A Xiucai looked at the full sky, his eyes were gloomy, and he said with some regret. Others are also concerned, and who doesn't want to go down in history?

Even if it's a local chronicle.

On a certain day in a certain year, a certain month, Xiucai and a certain person gathered in a certain place, and the poetry was prosperous, and the tunnel was Mingzhou.

"Woohoo!"

"Woohoo!"

"Woohoo!"

The other Confucian scholars also looked regretful and shook their heads in frustration.

Woohoo means pity.

"Mr. Situ is a great talent, can you write a poem for today's events. I'll hear you!"

As soon as Situ Xing finished drinking the water and wine in the wine bottle, he heard someone speak loudly.

"Let's do it!"

"Let's do it!"

"Mr. Situ has accumulated a lot of money, and he will definitely be able to make a splash!"

Only then did the others realize that Si did not chant poetry from beginning to end, but just looked at everyone with a smile on his face, or lowered his head and drank to himself. The green shirt is fluttering, indescribably refreshing and elegant, without a trace of the filth of the world, as if a person was born.

"Yes!"

"Mr. Situ, let's have a song!"

Seeing that the public was embarrassed, Situ Xing pondered for a long time, and the little two next to him filled his wine bottle with great eyesight. The slender wolf pen was stained with ink, the white paper was spread flat on the table, everyone stared at him intently, Situ was not stage frightened, drank the wine bottle in his hand, indescribably free and easy, took the wolf pen in the small second-hand, and suddenly the pen went away.

"In the past, it was not enough to boast, but now there is no end to debauchery. ”

A trace of literary spirit rises, one inch, two inches, three inches!

Every Confucian student opened his eyes wide, for fear of missing a single thing. Some people are even more excited to clench their fists and keep cheering loudly.

"Come on!"

"Come on!"

They couldn't wait to replace each other, and kept waving their fists.

"Half of the que already has three inches of culture, isn't the second half of the que going to break through six inches?"

Everyone looked at the font that seemed to be imprinted on the paper, horizontal and vertical, and the law was strict, and their eyes showed shock and joy.

After Situ Xing finished writing for half of the time, he got up gently, his eyes were gloomy, as if he was groaning, and as if he was appreciating.

The faces of several Confucian students from Zhibei County suddenly became strange, because they knew that Situ Xing had a bad taste, that is, he only wrote half of poetry.

Therefore, in Zhibei County, there is also a nickname of Situ Banque.

"In front of everyone's eyes, he won't just write half a poem, right?"

These scholars secretly beat the drums in their hearts, and thought of it in disbelief.

Fortunately, this time Si Tu Xing did not only write half a que, but after groaning, he continued to lean over and write:

"The spring breeze is proud, and you can see all the Chang'an flowers in one day. ”

Rumble!

As the last word fell, a monstrous aura suddenly poured out from the poetry raft. The height of the tone was also pushed from three inches to four inches, and it was not until five inches that it could be stopped.

But everyone knows that as long as someone reads it, it is only a matter of time before Situ Xing's "After the Imperial Examination" breaks through six inches.

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

The bell hanging in the courtyard suddenly rang five times. While chatting, the staggered people suddenly stopped, and their eyes showed disbelief and unconcealable joy.

Even the sleeping people got out of the bed and poured into the streets in their clothes, with excitement and joy on their faces.

The sacred images of Confucius that were sacrificed in the tribute courtyard, as well as the holy images of the seventy-two sages, suddenly shot out white light, and the literary atmosphere in the air gathered, covering the sky and the sun, looking like white clouds, and like a large piece of soft marshmallows. The sky, which had been somewhat gloomy, suddenly shone as if it were a white day.

Several family dogs looked at the air in some surprise and confusion, they didn't know why it was still dark just now, why it was suddenly dawn.

The rooster in Beijun also looked at the air blankly, not knowing whether he should crow or not.

A large number of words hung in the air, which was the "After Dengke" written by Situ Xing just now.

In the past, it was not enough to boast, but now there is no end to debauchery.

The spring breeze is proud, and once I saw all the Chang'an flowers.

There seemed to be an unusually loud voice in the air reciting this poem, whether it was the North County or the counties under the North County, it could be heard.

Moreover, there is a spring breeze, which makes the willow branches on both sides of the bank more verdant and makes the flowers and plants more colorful.

Everyone seemed to see themselves wearing red robes and hats, straddle the tall horses and march on Chang'an Avenue, with gongs opening the way and firecrackers ringing out.

It's not majestic!

"I'm the winner!"

"My son is finally in high school. ”

"Ten years of hard work... Only for today!"

Situ Xing's eyes were gloomy, as if he was immersed in a fantasy world, and the others were even more unbearable. A few gray-haired children even left tears in their eyes, knelt on the ground with excitement, and kept kowtowing to comfort their deceased ancestors.

。。。

"Hey!"

A sigh suddenly came from the air, and everyone's hearts couldn't help but burst out, as if they were being held tightly, and the pain was unspeakable.