Although Jiutian hates He Hongtu, he has to admit that this sentence is quite level, and it has a different flavor.

An old man beside Yao Man was obviously a lover of rhymes, shook his head and said: "The peach blossoms are red in the depths of the green mountains, and there should be a ghost living like this." Yes, it's good to have this kind of attainment in rhyme at a young age, which is very rare. ”

The old man's praise obviously made He Hongtu very useful, and he didn't even dare to say it, but the excited eyes had betrayed his emotions.

It was Ma Xuesong's turn, he was a little nervous, muttered for a moment, and said: "Last year's flowers fell and bloomed this year, and the north wind and rain and snow are hard to cut. ”

This sentence is not bad, it was made by Ma Xuesong after thinking and meditating for a long time, but compared to He Hongtu, the artistic conception in the sentence is more than a step worse, it can only be regarded as ordinary, but fortunately, it can be regarded as passing.

was not judged to be a failure, and Ma Xuesong suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. He whispered to Jiutian: "I still have one sentence in my head, but it's definitely not as good as He Hongtu, you don't understand rhyme, I'll help you." ”

When Jiutian heard this, he immediately smiled and said: "Thank you, but don't worry, since you think it's not as good as He Hongtu, then it's definitely not as good as it, I might as well write it myself." ”

"Do you write it yourself?" Ma Xuesong was stunned, just now he even had to look up what a rhyme sentence was on the Internet, and now he actually wants to write a rhyme sentence by himself?

"You...... Are you sure?" he hesitated.

Before Jiutian could speak, someone over there began to speak at the instigation of Qi Feiyu.

"Don't waste time. ”

"If you don't quit the game, don't waste everyone's emotions. ”

"I don't know a word, do I?"

When Chen Yunyang heard these words, he immediately said angrily: "The store manager is from Huazhou, isn't it normal that he doesn't understand rhyme?"

"One go...... Two or three miles. ”

A flat voice sounded, and Jiutian stood up with a calm face, groaning softly in his mouth.

But as soon as this sentence came out, everyone laughed instead.

What is gone, this sentence is too ordinary, and there is no bright spot at all. Yao Man stared at Jiutian with a little doubt in his eyes.

"Smoke Village...... Four or five. ”

The second sentence is still bland and confusing. The corners of He Hongtu's mouth showed a mocking look, this level still dares to participate in the rhyme competition? This level of rhyme can even be written by a nine-year-old child.

Soon some people were puzzled, there are no flowers in this rhyme, let alone flowers, there are not even words or words related to flowers, it is completely irrelevant.

Ma Xueyang looked at Jiutian in astonishment, what the other party said he wrote, is it this kind of meaningless rhyme?

Yao Man suddenly raised his eyebrows, revealing a hint of dumbness.

Chen Yunyang was secretly anxious, and frequently glanced at Jiutian, but he was ignored.

Jiutian ignored it and continued to read: "Pavilion...... Six or seven, eight or ninety flowers. ”

It turned out to be four sentences, and everyone suddenly realized it, so the flower word appeared at the end of the sentence, which can be regarded as in line with the regulations.

"One goes to two or three miles, and there are four or five houses in Yan Village. There are six or seven pavilions, eighty or ninety flowers. ”

These few sentences are simply too simple, Jiutian just recited them once, and they were remembered and then read out again.

There is no doubt that none of these four sentences has any bright spots, as if it is a plain description of the walking process of a bored person, walking two or three miles, seeing several houses, a few pavilions, and counting the flowers in front of him.

"At this level, you should not participate in the rhyme game for nine days, this is simply an insult to rhyme. He Hongtu sneered.

"Hahaha!" everyone laughed.

Jiutian smiled, not caring at all about the attitude of other people, he believed that it was impossible for no one present to really not understand the poem.

"Shut up! You children dare to laugh at these rhymes if they know anything!" The old man beside Yao Man suddenly became angry, stood up and glared at He Hongtu fiercely.

The atmosphere fell silent for a while, and everyone looked at the old man who was suddenly angry in amazement, not knowing why. Could it be that these simple rhymes still have some great meaning?

"It's a good one, go to two or three miles, and there are four or five houses in Yancun!" the old man put away his anger and stared at Jiutian Dao with great interest: "It's really wonderful, in just a few words, it shows a different visual impression." As soon as I went to the line of sight representing the plane, I saw the smoke and the village. But then, the vision in front of me changed again, and pavilions and peaths appeared. ”

Eighty or ninety returns to the beginning of the sentence, and the ten Chinese characters representing the number from one to ten are woven together with paths, smoke, villages, pavilions, and flowers in the order of natural numbers, and the poems and pictures are naturally arranged, and only a few strokes are used to form a natural, simple and hazy mountain village landscape painting. This skill can be called profound!"

With the old man's explanation, everyone looked at each other and was stunned, you look at me, I look at you. They really couldn't understand how these simple words could appreciate those visual changes. But after thinking about it carefully, I feel that what the old man said seems to be very reasonable. The more I recite these four sentences, it seems that there is a picture of the countryside unfolding in front of me.

Jiutian sat down, secretly relieved in his heart, it seems that there are still people who understand, and they have not let this song "Mountain Village Yonghuai" be ashamed. Although this poem looks simple, the choice of words and sentences in it is actually very particular, and each sentence in this poem arranges a measure word, that is, "li", "home", "seat", "branch", which is novel and varied.

Ma Xuesong stared at Jiutian with a strange gaze, and said indignantly: "Your rhyme attainments are obviously very powerful, why did you lie to me just now and say that you don't know?"

Jiutian blinked innocently and said, "Maybe I'm smarter?"

"Get out!"

Ma Xuesong was suddenly angry, but he turned to see the ugly faces of He Hongtu and Qi Feiyu, and immediately laughed again, patted Jiutian on the shoulder and said, "To be honest, you really have yours, amazing!"

Jiutian smiled and responded to Ma Xuesong's words, this is the brilliant crystallization of a dynasty, after thousands of years of inheritance, it is still shining, how can it lose?

Although the old man's explanation was very detailed, it was not convincing to everyone, and these four rhyming sentences still seemed too ordinary and ordinary, like oil sentences made by children casually.

Soon the second round began, and after the first round of elimination, the original seventeen people were now only fourteen people left, and three of them were eliminated.

"Since it's the second round, we're going to add another limit, and we have to use the Sherling. Yao Man said.

The snow flower is a spiritual plant that grows in bitter cold places, and is known for its white petals and fragrance.

The rest of the players looked at each other and began to meditate.

Jiutian also muttered, the three hundred Tang poems did not describe Xue Linghua!

By the second round, everyone was familiar with the rules of the game, and the pace suddenly began to pick up, and once you thought for more than three seconds, you would be judged out.