Third floor!

Fourth floor!

Fifth floor!

......

10th floor!

Reaching this height, the upward momentum of "Watching the River in Winter" gradually subsided. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info And the brilliance of its bloom is roughly the same as the surrounding poems, and it is not as dazzling as before.

"Tenth floor, is this grade good or bad?" Liu Heng was a little curious, listened to the commotion inside and outside the building, and found that this result should be quite good.

"The last time the four sons gathered at the small poetry meeting, the circle was not fully opened, only opened to the twentieth floor, Zhuo Gongzi also offered a poem, when he reached the sixth floor, today this new poem has risen to ten floors, and it has made great progress!"

"With only two years to raise four floors, Zhuo Gongzi's potential is really not to be underestimated. ”

"Who's to say it isn't?"

"Being able to leave poems on the tenth floor shows that Zhuo Gongzi's literary talent is no weaker than the four sons two years ago, and with such strength, he is catching up with the world's first-class talents. ”

......

World-class?

Liu Hengda listened to the discussion for a while, and finally understood a little bit of Cihelou's evaluation of the quality of the poems. The ten-story building can be described as a hurdle, and those who can leave poems on the tenth floor should be regarded as Lingyuan's first-class talent.

The top four sons of Yuejiang City, who left poems on the tenth floor two years ago, this Zhuo Gongzi's song "Watching the River in Winter" is to catch up with the achievements of the four sons two years ago.

But......

Liu Heng looked up, only to feel that this high-rise building has a sense of not being high, and a rough estimate shows that it is estimated that it is nearly 100 stories high!

Leaving poems can only pass the tenth floor, which can be regarded as a first-class literary talent in the world?

So what kind of literary talent should the tens of thousands of poems above the tenth floor, and the people who left poems in the past?

As soon as he thought of this, he frowned slightly, and re-tasted the poem "Viewing the River in Winter", and his eyebrows gradually stretched out again, returning to calm.

This poem, okay?

Four flat and eight positive, slightly intentional rhyme, the best is still the last sentence. This sentence "There is creation and rebirth in the south" really improves the quality of the whole poem, and makes this plain poem with a higher artistic conception, like a fresh fish revitalizing a pool of stagnant water, which has a little more spirituality.

But that's about it.

It can only be said that it is not bad, but it can never be called excellent, and it is more accurate to say that it should be above the level and below the masterpiece.

is so literary, slightly beyond the ordinary, and still has craftsmanship, far less than the poems and texts that Liu Heng once learned, with such extraordinary spirituality.

"Is this the color of the ten-story building?" Liu Heng muttered to himself, couldn't help but carefully look at the many poems on the surrounding walls, picked out a few to look at, and then shook his head and smiled, "I see." ”

These poems are far inferior to Zhuo Gongzi's "Watching the River in Winter", some of them are not even neat in battle, and some of them are even unsatisfactory.

But such poems can also appear on the wall of the building in a grand manner.

You must know that Liu Heng is on the third floor at the moment, not the lowest floor, and the poems and texts seen on the walls on the third floor are generally in this condition, and you can guess what the poems and texts written on the walls on the second and first floors are.

On the other hand, under the ten floors, the poems and texts are squeezed into each other so that the words are as small as flies and mosquitoes, and the luster is the lightest, but it is also the most dense. Now it seems that the people who left poems in the past should be similar to today's poetry club, most of them came to join in the fun and fill the numbers, and the talented people are a minority after all.

Thinking about this section, it is not surprising that this poem "Watching the River in Winter" can leave a poem on the tenth floor, at least Zhuo Gongzi still has some real talent.

When he was secretly thinking, Zhuo Gongzi himself was also very satisfied, and once again got up and saluted the surrounding spectators who congratulated him one by one, unable to hide the reserved and smug smile on his face, and sat down again after a while.

He started, and the rest of the guests also enthusiastic, some of them walked to the giant pillar in the hall with ink and pen, and those who felt inferior to Zhuo Gongzi quietly wrote ink, and left poems directly on the wall of the building next to them.

Subsequently, the crane tower is shining brightly, and from time to time there are good poems and texts, and they rise straight up along the wall. In a short period of time, there are actually two poems that exceed the ten-story building where "Watching the River in Winter" is located, one goes up to the eleventh floor, and the other goes up to the twelfth floor, which attracts bursts of exclamations and applause.

Liu Heng paid attention to it, these two poems came from a young woman from the Legalist family and a young student from Luanshan Academy, and they were both a little satisfied and surprised after seeing the results, and they couldn't hide a trace of disappointment, and then they were busy returning the gift.

As for the other poets, most of them were spectators, and only those two of the disciples who were born in the Legalists, Luanshan Academy, and Baiming Gate took the lead in making poems, and the rest sat upright and were very calm.

Suddenly, there was another exclamation inside and outside the building, Liu Heng thought that there was some good poem, but when he looked at it, he found that two poems had stopped when they rushed to the ninth floor. There were a lot of sighs in the exclamations around him, and he listened to it for a while, only to know that these were poems written by two local talents who were no less famous than Zhuo Gongzi, and now they were completely compared to Zhuo Gongzi when they made a move, so many regrets and exclamations sounded.

Liu Heng took a good taste of these two poems and found that these two new poems were indeed slightly inferior to Zhuo Gongzi's "Watching the River in Winter". But the difference between the three seems to be, and it is not a masterpiece that can make people shine, and he couldn't help but shake his head when he saw this, and his interest was greatly disappointed.

He inadvertently swept his afterglow, and happened to see that the jade pen of the person next to him was stained with gold ink, but he was sitting upright and not moving, facing out of the window, not knowing what he was looking at.

"Maybe you're brewing a good poem?" Liu Heng muttered secretly, not bothering.

He watched this for a long time and didn't see the real good poems come out, and gradually found that the poetry meeting was lively at the beginning, but it was full of many mundane works, and even brilliant poems were rarely seen, and there would be a big gap between the poems he expected.

After the freshness passed, he felt even more bored, "Looking at the appearance of the lobby, the really talented people are not in a hurry to make a move, if I didn't want to see their performance, I should have left a long time ago." ”

was bored and couldn't go, Liu Heng also felt helpless, so he simply learned from the person next to him to look out the window, only to feel that the scene of the big river rushing and hundreds of boats competing for the current may be much more interesting than the poem.

In the cold winter, there is already snow on the riverside, but the waves in the river are rolling, setting off bursts of water vapor in the sky, and it is quite strange to tell whether it is cold or hot.

In addition to the merchant ships that come and go for profit, there are also many fishing boats, which are also working hard for the meager harvest of the day.

Unlike merchant ships, most of the fishing boats go upstream, and the boatmen and fishermen on the boats are shirtless, not afraid of the fierce winds of winter, the boatmen struggle to hold the pulp, and the fishermen are trying to cast their nets, which is actually full of a sense of power.

He gradually forgot where he was, and also forgot the noise and noise around him, and the thousands of voices disappeared little by little, and he could see it unconsciously.

There was a sudden movement on a fishing boat, which attracted Liu Heng's attention.

The fisherman at the stern of the boat shouted something abruptly, and the two boatmen who were holding the pulp hurriedly came over and came to help collect the nets. As the fishing nets were retracted little by little, the already rushing river surface seemed to be boiling, and under the scorching sun, patches of light flashed above the boiling river.

It was a school of leaping fish, and they seemed to have a premonition of extreme fear and uneasiness, and they were all bounced to leap out of the cage that heralded death.

At this moment, Liu Heng's heart was shocked, and he was suddenly deeply shocked by this seemingly ordinary scene in front of him.

He had never seen so clearly the desire to survive!

An innate instinct!

"No matter how humble life it is, before death comes, you want to live desperately!" Liu Heng lost his mind and muttered in his heart, "Fish and shrimp still know how to survive...... What about me?"

Do I really want to die?

Am I really willing to die?

He asked himself, and the voice of his heart was like a flash of thunder, suddenly piercing the fog of calm and striking hard at his near-dead mind.

As long as there is hope to live, who wants to die? But what about hope? Do you have hope?

In the bottom of his heart, there seemed to be a voice suddenly, sneering and asking rhetorically.

yes, hope, where is the hope?

Liu Heng's distracted eyes suddenly regained consciousness, "Lingyuan Secret Realm." ”

When he was at his most desperate, when he had already resigned himself to counting the remaining lifespans, the Spirit Origin Secret Realm that happened once in tens or hundreds of years was about to open, and he also coincidentally had a Spirit Origin Secret Decree in advance in his hand.

It's like a fishing net that is about to be closed, and there is still a piece of life left.

If even this spiritual origin secret realm, which is known as the world's number one creation, is not his hope, what is?

There is no greater hope than that.

"Just like a fish in a net, when the net is about to be closed, as long as you have the courage to jump desperately, there is always a possibility of survival. But if you accept your fate, you really have no hope at all, and you deserve to die. ”

Liu Heng touched the scene, suddenly gave birth to this enlightenment, slowly grasped the handle of the knife, and raised unprecedented expectations for this trip to the Lingyuan Secret Realm.

"Fish can jump, I ...... If you have a knife in your hand, you can fight the same way, right?"

This time, there was no voice to answer him, and he didn't need to answer, he had the answer in his heart.

On the river, the fisherman and the boatman finally put away the fishing nets together, and there were countless big and small fish in it, and the harvest was full, so that the fisherman and the boatman both smiled from the bottom of their hearts.

Liu Heng's eyes fell on the side of the boat, where several of the strongest fish finally escaped before the nets were collected, and jumped a few times in a hurry, and then even the splashing waves were swallowed by the turbulent river and completely disappeared under the river.

In addition to the anxiety, there should be the joy of the rest of the life, right?

Seeing these fish disappear, Liu Heng laughed silently.

At this time, he seemed to have broken free from the invisible shackles, found a new life from the dead silence, and finally regained the strength he had lost for several years.

Before he could realize more, he was awakened by a louder cheer and screaming than before, and he suddenly came back to his senses and looked towards the lobby of the building.

It turned out that during the time he was out of his mind, most of the spectators had already made a move, including the students of the Luanshan Academy and the Legalist family, and the disciples of Baimingmen, and only Wen Song, Changliu, Zixuan and Wu Su were left.

After listening to the gossip for a while, I heard that there were really two blockbuster talents among the casual guests around. These two men, a man and a woman, were not very old, but they all rushed to the top of the twentieth floor in unison!

It was precisely because of these two unexpected appearances that the disciples of the three major forces were forced to sit still and write poems one after another. Who would have thought that except for two students from the Legalist family who wrote poems and went up to the twentieth floor, the rest were compared by these two men and women who were originally unknown.

"From now on, they will become famous all over the world. ”

"This Chu Liubai and Gusu girl, it's really not simple!"

"It turned out that it didn't look obvious, but now I know that the talent is self-brewing, and it can't be beaten!"

"It is estimated that in a few days, there will be a few more new names among the world's first-class talents. ”

......

There was a lot of discussion around, Liu Heng couldn't help but look, first followed the sound to find the poems written by the two, and carefully tasted them for a while, and then looked at the two again.

Both of them were "visitors from outside the country" and did not sit in the lobby, so they were not introduced. It's just that at this moment, with just two good poems that go straight to the top of the twentieth floor, the fame has skyrocketed, and everyone inside and outside the building knows it.

A talented man named Chu Liubai sat on the side of the second floor. Liu Heng looked at it intently, but when he saw that this person was handsome and handsome, his eyebrows were slightly raised, and he was calm and calm in the face of the discussions of the Quartet, extremely calm, but he could also see a little arrogance.

The woman known as the Gusu girl happened to be sitting opposite Liu Heng, wearing a light red veil, which was even more beautiful than snow-white and delicate. She sits on her knees, she should be everyone's best girl, giving people the feeling of a white lotus blooming quietly there.

As if feeling Liu Heng's gaze, her beautiful eyes flowed and she looked back at Liu Heng.

Liu Heng smiled and bowed his hand as a salute, so the talented woman also bowed slightly to return the gift.

"Sure enough, there are often talented people in the mountains and rivers. Looking at the poems and then the people, Liu Heng couldn't help nodding secretly, only to feel that these two people were worthy of the world's first-class level regardless of their appearance, bearing or talent.

Compared with the two of them, the true truth of those Zhuo Gongzi and others before is far away.

Such a character may be extremely famous in the place where they came, but when they suddenly come to the strange and prosperous Lingyuan, no one knows about it. However, they have such strength that they can easily earn the fame and respect they deserve wherever they are, even in Lingyuan.

At this time, even if the two Legalist students rushed to the twentieth floor with poems, the best one was two floors behind Chu Liubai's "Like Water", and three floors worse than Miss Gusu's "Wan Quicksand", which only saved a little face.

However, the Luanshan Academy and Baiming Gate in Yuejiang City did not have anyone's poems to reach the twentieth floor, not to mention the rest of the individual visitors, which could be called the annihilation of the entire army. Occupying the right time and place but getting such a fiasco, the faces of the people in Yuejiang City were a little embarrassed, so they expected Wen Song, Changliu, and Zixuan to turn the tide more and more.

Seeing that it was about to get to the point, Liu Heng also raised his interest, and waited for the three of them to make a move with great interest.

When he came back to his senses, he inadvertently swept behind the screen next to him, but saw that the person next to him was still in his original posture, facing out of the window, and the jade pen was still resting in place, as if he had not moved until now.

"It's so calm. ”

Liu Heng chuckled lightly and didn't look any further, because of the cries that gradually flowed around him, the three sons in the lobby couldn't hold their breath anymore.

In this situation, they can't think about it.

The four of them sat down, but their eyes clashed with each other, confronting each other secretly. Then it was the Legalist Wu Susan who spoke first, and smiled at the Luanshan Academy, "The two sons of Changliu and Wensong, who will invite them first?"

Wen Song and Changliu frowned in unison, because among the four of them, the two of them had the lowest cultivation, and they were inherently inferior here.

"As the so-called guests from afar, it is better for Brother Wu to invite first. Wen Song arched his hand.

Wu Susan squinted, but sat upright and didn't move, "Since you are a guest, how can you steal the limelight from the host, so naturally the two sons should be invited first." ”

He forced him over again, making Wen Song and Changliu's faces gloomy, but they looked at each other, but they also knew that they had really suffered the lowest loss in cultivation. If they don't move, Wu Susan and Bai Mingmen Zixuan, who have the lowest cultivation among the four, won't move, and they don't know how long they will stalemate.

The longer it drags on, the more unfavorable it will be for them who have the responsibility to save the defeat on behalf of the entire Yuejiang City.

"Since this is the case, so-and-so will sacrifice the ugliness first. ”

Seeing that Changliu was still groaning, Wen Song simply drank loudly, and between the applause and cheers of the hall, he first picked up his pen and walked towards the giant pillar. (To be continued.) )