The time for a cup of tea passed quickly, Ye Feng slowly stood up, and Tang Liangyun deliberately walked in front of Ye Feng.

"Ye Feng, don't worry to do it boldly, the family will always support you!"

Ye Feng has a black line, he has won two games in a row now, even if he loses the last two games, the Tang family will not lose anything, now at this time he stood up to comfort himself, he didn't start with a cautious attitude, thinking that Ye Feng would lose.

"Thank you, Elder!"

Although Ye Feng knew it in his heart, he still expressed his gratitude, at least when the family came, he didn't blame him, and still supported himself, which made Ye Feng quite moved.

From the very beginning, Ye Feng had no intention of using the Tang family's resources, but no one present knew except for himself, and they all believed that the Tang family was Ye Feng's backing.

"Who will fight in the third level!"

Ye Feng came to the middle of the painting boat and asked towards the Zhong family's camp, the third level is also the Wencai Pass, this level is relatively not very difficult, who said that the cultivator is a big old man, and there are people who know how to write and dance ink.

"Patriarch, let me come!"

At this time, a disciple took the initiative to invite Ying, planning to fight.

"Well, it's up to you!"

Zhong Yang glanced at the man who invited him and nodded.

"Zhong Shuang, you have to win this round, otherwise our Zhong family will be very passive. ”

Zhongli looked at the disciple who invited Ying, with a serious tone.

"Don't worry, Elder, I will definitely defeat my opponent and save my family's honor!"

The name of the battle is Zhong Shuang, with a confident face, and he is confident in terms of literary talent.

The two sides stood still, Zhong Shuang's eyes were very cold, he was holding a fan in his hand, and he also had the aroma of books, but unfortunately there was an extra anger on his body.

"I have a painting here, and each of you will make a poem and attach it to the painting, and in the end, whose poem is closer to the meaning of the painting will naturally be the winner!"

The third level is to compose a poem, the old man Guo took out a painting from his arms, put it on the case, spread it out, and painted a huge mountain on it, on top of the giant mountain, stands a giant pine tree, standing proudly and promoting, there is a kind of direct point to the sky.

The two of them looked at this painting, no one dared to put down the pen lightly, once they put down the pen, there was no room for regret, and they kept thinking, the time regulation is a stick of incense.

There were many people around who were talking about how to write poems if they were replaced.

Whether it is to describe the peak, or the pine, or both.

This gives you a difficult problem, if you describe the peak, it is naturally a little off topic, if you describe the pine, the same off topic, so the seemingly simple title poem, but it stumped many people.

Time is passing little by little, if you don't pick up the pen again, time will be too late, Zhong Shuang picked up the prepared brush, dipped it in ink, waved a big pen, and began to inscribe poems in the lower left corner of this painting.

"The high one is three thousand zhang, and the lower one is a thousand feet low, like a wild creature, I don't know who planted it!"

Zhong Shuangti put pen to paper, five-word quatrain, but also appropriate, describing the mountain high, describing the mountain low, and describing the pine, I don't know who planted it.

There was less than a third of the incense stick left, and Ye Feng was still bowing his head and pondering.

Only a few people in the Tang family sneered, most of them were secretly anxious, Zhong Shuang is finished, no matter what, it is better to write a poem than not to write it.

Looking at the sandalwood burned to the end, everyone's hearts were raised, because at this time, Ye Feng suddenly lifted the pen, dipped it in ink, and at a very fast speed, like a dragon flying and phoenix dancing, the pen walked and traveled to the dragon, and inscribed a poem in the lower right corner of this painting.

However, in the blink of an eye, the poem was formed, the sandalwood was also burned to the end, the last drop of incense ash fell, Ye Feng also put down the pen in his hand, and some cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Everyone stood up and walked towards the case, and the first to walk towards the case was Old Man Guo, who stayed for a few breaths in each of the two poems, and finally froze on Ye Feng's poem.

"Wonderful, wonderful, the right time!"

It was not Mr. Guo who spoke, but a big businessman, who was also a literati and was proficient in some literature and science, and I don't know whose poems he was evaluating.

Those who approached were all some big figures, and as for those disciples, they could only stand in the distance, unable to see what the two of them had written.

"The sentence mentions mountains, peaks, scenery, pines, and even more rare mentions the artistic conception, as well as the ambition of Lingyun!"

This time it was an elder of the Mo family who spoke, touching his beard, and even the Mo family, who had never interfered in the affairs of the world, spoke up, and seemed to be attracted by one of the poems.

"Good poems and good poems, even if the poet is alive, he can't write such a sentence that is appropriate to the time!"

This time it was Tang Tian's turn to praise, although there was an element of showing off, but he was indeed attracted by the meaning of the poem.

Only Old Man Guo stroked his beard lightly, did not speak, looked towards the Zhong family, and found that the Zhong family members were all pale.

"What do you think?"

Old Man Guo didn't speak, looked around, and asked for everyone's opinions.

"What you see is a poem, the real meaning should be above the momentum, the whole spirit is fully integrated into the verses, the pen walks the dragon, like a dragon out of the sea, every word has the air of the cage, especially this pine word, as if alive. ”

This time it was the head of the Lan family who spoke, and he was also complimenting, which is rare.

At this time, everyone reacted, looked carefully at the top of the sentence, and found that the pine character was swaying, like a giant tree, standing tall on the giant peak.

Old Man Guo smiled slightly, finally someone knew the goods, what those people just commented on was poetry, and they didn't even find out about it.

"Wonderful, wonderful, what an eye-opener!"

The face of the big businessman who began to evaluate was almost all pasted on the painting, and I wanted to see what it was.

"The five old peaks in the southeast of Lushan Mountain, the green mountains cut out the golden hibiscus. The beautiful scenery of Jiujiang can be knotted, and I will nest cloud pine here. At that time, people didn't know Lingyun Mu, and they waited until Lingyun was high!"

Tang Liangyun read out the poem written by Ye Feng loudly, and now all the people around him could hear it clearly.

"Wonderful ......"

There were bursts of witty words all around, all attracted by this verse, and it was appropriate for the moment.

Everyone present was amazed, only Ye Feng had a black line, and he was squeezed out and retreated directly outside.

"Senior brother, I didn't expect your writing to be so good, it seems that I have been worried in vain!"

Seeing Ye Feng retreat, Tang Yan had a rare smile on his face, not surprisingly, Ye Feng won this round, the Tang family won three games in four games, and even if they lost the last game, the Tang family would make a lot of money.

"Nonsense!"

Ye Feng pursed his lips, this is just a poem he borrowed from his previous life, if people know, I don't know how he would feel, but at this juncture in front of him, he wouldn't say anything about killing Ye Feng.

At this time, it was no longer possible to use expressions to describe the love of the Zhong family, and they were all depressed, and they had to admire Ye Feng's poem.

"Ahem......"

Old man Guo coughed a few times at this time, and those who were lying on the case all came together, and found that they were a little out of shape, with their current state, they were out of shape in front of so many juniors.

"Gaffe ......"

Many people felt that they had lost their temper, so they quickly put away their embarrassment and sat down safely.

"Everyone can judge this round!"

Old man Guo doesn't talk about anything, and he has to ask other people's opinions for everything.

"Ye Feng's poem is impeccable, it deserves to win, it can be said to be a stunning work!"

The big merchant said without hesitation, and soon several cold eyes gathered on him, and he quickly shrank his neck, not daring to speak.

"There is no threat in today's game, one is based on fairness, and whoever dares to tell a lie will not be able to get along with the old decay. ”

Old Man Guo was a little angry, the Zhong family's eyes just now were obviously threatening, and these big merchants didn't dare to offend the Zhong family.

With Old Man Guo's words, the Zhong family was much more restrained, and they didn't dare to show a fierce light.

There were also some disciples in the big merchants around him who began to evaluate, and pushed Ye Feng's poem to a new height.

"Now I announce, Ye Feng won the third round!"

Listening to the discussion around him, Mr. Guo announced the results.

Listening to the cheers of the Tang family, everyone in the Zhong family sat down softly, Zhong Yang's face was gloomy, and Zhong Li glared at Ye Feng with murderous eyes.

Zhong Qiang showed a hint of decadence, today's events were all caused by him, if it weren't for his competitiveness, he wouldn't have lost three games in a row.

But now complaining can't solve the problem, the key is the last round, whether you can get it back, even if you lose two games, with the background of the Zhong family, you can't hurt your muscles and bones.

"Let's take a break and move on to the fourth round!"

It was close to the middle of the night, and the cold autumn wind blew, but it could not extinguish everyone's mood at all, and the interest was higher at this time, and there were more and more people watching around, and the fire city had almost become an empty city, and all gathered here.

Feeling the eager gazes around him, Ye Feng's expression was still very natural, and he talked and laughed freely with Wang Ziao and Tong Shen beside him, and those Tang family disciples stepped forward to show their goodwill at this time.

There were only a dozen people standing in the corner, their faces were gloomy, it was Tang Lei and a few people, seeing Ye Feng winning again and again, Tang Lei couldn't sit still, and he couldn't go up and kill Ye Feng.

"Ye Feng, relax in the last level, don't have any pressure!"

Tang Liangyun still walked over, with a spring breeze on his face and a smile on his face at this time.

Even Tang Qiu, who had been keeping a straight face, couldn't understand his expression at this time, when he came to the painting boat, Tang Qiu was hostile to Ye Feng, and now he began to change his attitude.

Tang Tian nodded at Ye Feng with a smile in his eyes, asking him not to have any worries, just do it.

"The disciple understands that he will not disappoint the family!"

Anyway, the family didn't abandon him after all, which made Ye Feng still a little moved.

"The fourth round starts now!"

After a break for tea time, the fourth round began, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and the last round should be tested by painting.

Ye Feng stood up and walked towards the middle of the painting boat, where someone had already arranged two cases, on which were placed various paints, as well as a meter-long rice paper.

"Zhong Wuyan, you go!"

Zhong Yang spoke at this time, and from among the disciples of the Zhong family, a young woman stood out and walked towards the center of the field.

In the fourth round, the Zhong family sent out a woman, who looked average, very enchanting, and exuded a strong fat powder gas on her body.