"Okay, okay, knowing that you are all waiting for the poetry meeting, I won't talk nonsense!" The fat shopkeeper smiled and narrowed his eyebrows into four crescents, "Then, please ask me to introduce all the sons who participated in the poetry meeting, first of all, it is the third son of the Legalist Wu Su who came from afar!"

Wu Susan straightened his clothes, got up and waved in all directions: "Legalist Wu Susan, I have seen you. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

He walked together, attracting the eyes of the spectators sitting everywhere. But seeing that he behaved appropriately and showed everyone's demeanor, the spectators commented on their heads and whispered, and there were also a lot of cheers.

Then the fat shopkeeper introduced the remaining seventeen Legalist students one by one, compared with the calm and experienced Wu Susan, his younger brothers and sisters were a little restrained, and naturally much younger.

But after all, they came from a university school, although they are still young, but they still show an elegant and refined demeanor, just look at their age, no one dares to underestimate them, and the visitors also applauded.

As the so-called visitors are guests, they first introduced the Legalist students who came all the way from Daxia, and the fat shopkeeper introduced the foreign individual guests sitting in the lobby.

Of course, the visitors from outside the country who could sit in the lobby had some reputation, each family had their own way, and there were even three young martial artists from the Hundred Martial Sect.

Of course, most of these individual visitors should be at the right time, and those who come to join in the fun, whether they will participate in the poetry meeting have to be said. Moreover, for the spectators of Lingyuan Yuejiang City, the reputation of these individual visitors is mostly outside the territory, and they have become unknown people in Lingyuan, so the cheers for them are sparse, far less than the momentum when introducing the Legalists.

After introducing the visitors from the foreign lands, when it was the turn of Yuejiang City Junjie, the fat shopkeeper hesitated slightly, but chose Baimingmen's side first.

"Next, it's time for the sons of our Yuejiang City. Seeing that he was about to introduce the disciples of Baimingmen first, the faces of the students over there of the Lushan Academy sank together, but the fat shopkeeper ignored it and said enthusiastically: "I don't need to introduce this too much, right?"

"Zixuan Gongzi!"

Before he could finish speaking, countless cheers and cheers were already ringing around him. When Zixuan Gongzi got up and waved towards the square road, it was clear that there were only nearly a thousand spectators present, but the cheers and screams were like landslides and tsunamis, many times louder than when introducing the students of the Legalists!

"Taoist Baimingmen, Zixuan. ”

In the face of the enthusiastic screams of many young women and the enthusiastic applause of the male spectators, he was quite indifferent and not surprised, and sat down cross-legged after finishing the walk.

It was his turn to be his younger brothers and sisters, although they deliberately imitated his blandness, but listening to the cheers and praises of them, it was still difficult to hide their excitement and excitement, and their faces were flushed.

Then it was the turn of the students of Luanshan Academy, and when Wen Song and Changliu, who were at the forefront, got up and saluted in all directions, the screams and cheers of the Xuangongzi who introduced Baiming Menzi sounded around them, and the sound of the hall was full of voices, which made the faces of the students of Luanshan Academy look a little better.

"Four sons!

After introducing the foreign guests, the students of Luanshan Academy, and the disciples of Baimingmen, the fat shopkeeper turned to introduce the rest of the talents attending the meeting, all of whom were quite famous young men in Yuejiang City. However, the calls for the "Four Sons" around them became louder and louder, like a tide, which made the follow-up introduction of these Yuejiang City heroes look embarrassed, and they were secretly annoyed when they got up, but they were helpless.

"It's been a few years since I've seen the four sons get together, what about Bai Ran's sons?"

"Yes, yes, yes, it's just Bai Ran's son, what's going on?"

The crowd's voices were too loud, and finally evolved into dissatisfaction and questioning, the fat shopkeeper helplessly looked at Bai Mingmen's Zi Xuan Gongzi, but seeing him slightly bowed, the fat man smiled and said: "Everyone, everyone, it's not that the crane tower is unwilling to complete the four sons' gathering, but in fact, Bai Mingmen's Bai Ran Gongzi is over twenty-five years old, and he has no chance to go to the secret realm, and he has been closed to death under the loss, and he will no longer participate in idle things." Not only this poetry meeting, but for a long time, it is impossible for you to see the scene of the four sons gathering again, and I ask for your forgiveness. ”

As soon as these words came out, there was silence all around, and then there was a riot, some regretted it, some sighed, and they all felt that this Bai Ran son was a little unlucky.

Originally, Bai Ran, Zixuan, Wen Song, and Changliu were all famous, because Bai Ran cultivated a higher level than the other three, and was faintly the head of the four sons, and Bai Ran was slightly older than the other three for a year and a half, which was nothing. Who would have thought that now that the news of the Lingyuan Secret Realm came out, the other three would have the opportunity to enter the Lingyuan Secret Realm to seize the creation, but he happened to be over twenty-five years old and missed this opportunity.

Needless to say, the Xuanqi of the Lingyuan Secret Realm has a profound impact on all geniuses, and the difference in the future is only even greater.

If this is the case, when the other three go to the Lingyuan Secret Realm and come back, I am afraid that the position of the head of the four sons of Yuejiang City will never be related to Bai Ran.

The good or bad luck is all over the place in this matter.

Seeing that the Quartet gradually quieted down, the fat shopkeeper finally began to talk about the poetry meeting, and Liu Heng listened thoughtfully, "People like Bai Ran who missed the opportunity, I don't know how many people in the world, compared to the rest of the talents, but I really have a little less luck." ”

But luck, who dares to say that it is not a kind of strength?

At this time, the fat shopkeeper has also been introduced, and countless small servants have walked through the small tables in the lobby, offering special jade pen and ink to all young heroes, "Ladies and gentlemen, if you are interested in giving it a try, you can also speak, for this poetry meeting, this building has prepared enough jade pen and ink, and I look forward to your active participation!"

The surrounding visitors became excited, perhaps most of them had the idea that they could not take advantage of it, and some were conceited and wanted to take the opportunity to make a splash, and almost all of them asked for jade pen and treasure ink.

Including the rather generous spectator beside Liu Heng, he also beckoned Xiao Er to bring him a jade pen and treasure ink, and was obviously ready to try his literary talents.

Seeing that Liu Heng didn't move, the clever little guy who entertained him was anxious at first, his eyes rolled slightly, and then he simply asked curiously: "Don't you want to try it?"

Liu Heng smiled and said calmly: "Although I read poetry and books for a few years in my early years, I practiced martial arts more later, and I have already become a martial artist. It's more to appreciate the demeanor of all the junjies, and I'm satisfied with watching the excitement, so I won't try it. ”

The clever little guy was slightly stunned when he heard this, and his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he was about to say something more, but a sneer sounded next to him.

"As a martial artist, you don't even have the guts to try, how much can you achieve?"

But the spectator next to him heard it and directly disdained it.

Liu Heng couldn't help but look, and happened to meet this person's extremely bright eyes, and suddenly felt the other party's compelling edge and determination. Looking at each other, sensing that the other party seemed to have the intention of provocation and competition, Liu Heng paused, but lowered his eyes first, "I've been taught." ”

It was nothing more than a meeting in Pingshui, Liu Heng had no intention of arguing with others because of these trivial things, so he simply gave in and perfunctory past.

"Then the guest officer, the little one is going to get the jade pen and treasure ink?"

The little guy only thought that Liu Heng was soft, and he was about to walk while laughing and asking, who would have thought that Liu Heng's eyes glanced at him lightly, and he was inexplicably excited, as if he was suddenly targeted by the general who had unified the army for many years, and he was so frightened that his whole body was stiff.

I said, "No. Liu Heng said lightly.

It wasn't until Liu Heng retracted his thunderous gaze that the little guy felt that the pressure was suddenly light, and his legs and feet suddenly became weak, how could he not know that Liu Heng was by no means simple, and suddenly agreed again and again, "Yes, yes, naturally, naturally it is to listen to the official." ”

At the same time, Liu Heng also felt that the person next to him was coming with a sharp ****, but he didn't seem to realize it, and sat calmly and watched the excitement, and he was too lazy to pay attention to this person.

The eyes of the person next to him became more and more intense, and it seemed that he was about to explode, and the voice of the fat shopkeeper happened to come from downstairs, "Everything is appropriate, the good day has arrived, and the poetry meeting has begun!"

"Which one will come first?"

The fat shopkeeper earnestly inquired about the guests around him, and everyone's attention was focused on this matter. Sensing that the person next to him finally withdrew his compelling gaze, Liu Heng shook his head and chuckled, also relaxed his guard, and watched with interest.

"Since everyone is clumsy, then Zhuo is not talented, so he will be ugly first!"

After a moment of coldness, someone in the corner of the lobby quickly got up and said loudly in all directions.

"Good!"

"Zhuo Gongzi is good!"

This person is a talented man who is often famous in Yuejiang City, and he dares to be the first at this time and sets an excellent example, so he naturally attracted full applause as soon as he opened his mouth.

The sheng of applause, let him return the salute again, and then got up when he already had a high-spirited appearance, picked up the pen and came to the hall under the giant pillar, and said with a slight sigh: "Recently, I have a feeling of watching the long river of cold winter, and I happened to have a poem. ”

After that, he lifted his pen and fell on the pillar wall of the giant pillar, like flowing water, very smooth, and soon a five-character poem written in gold ink was presented to everyone.

"The east wind is cold, and the west water is rushing. ”

"The north sun is lonely, and the south is created and born. ”

The spectators were silent for a moment, and the cheers came and went.

"Good poetry!"

"This poem doesn't say anything else, at least it's even, it's neat, and it's a good work!"

The first two sentences correspond to feng shui, and the last two sentences have yang and yin, especially the hidden moon and yin meaning, which is really exquisite!"

"I still have to say that there is something to say! In just four sentences, the winter scenery of my Yuejiang City has been vividly described, which makes people feel immersive, and the end of this sentence has the creation of the south, which can be described as extremely meaningful, and the more you taste, the more you taste!"

"After being silent for half a year, Zhuo Gongzi has another excellent work, and after this poem, his literary talent has reached a higher level!"

The spectators were so stingy with praise that Zhuo Gongzi was also smiling. He himself was also very satisfied with this little poem, and he was naturally happy to see that it had attracted such praise after taking it out.

"Dare to ask Zhuo Gongzi, what is the meaning of this Nan You's creation?"

"If you want to say that you can call creation at this time, only the Lingyuan Secret Realm is the only one, right?

"But the Lingyuan Secret Realm will open far northwest of Yuejiang City, but the poem says that it is the south, I'm afraid it's far-fetched, right?"

"If it is fabricated out of thin air for the sake of neatness and poetry, is it not putting the cart before the horse?"

After the cheers, the doubts sounded one after another, and there was a kind of posture that became more and more intense, which made Zhuo Gongzi's smile stiffen, but then he was not ashamed, but calmed down, "Zhuo Mou is not talented, I recently heard that there was an opportunity to participate in the secret realm, and I felt that this poem was born." Yuejiang City, which is on the southeast border of me, has received good news, so there is the phrase 'there is creation and transformation in the south', I don't know if you have any objections to this?"

There was silence for a while, and then the pot exploded.

"Congratulations to Zhuo Gongzi!"

"What a good thing!"

"That's what it means, and when I look back at this poem, I feel even more wonderful!"

Even the many talented people who were picky before had complicated expressions at the moment, extremely envious and jealous, and they had to congratulate this Zhuo Gongzi again and again against their will.

As for the mistakes and omissions that they just grasped and insisted on, now they seem not only to be errorless, but very apt, and even more charming.

"A new word at the end makes a small poem that can only be called above the level suddenly have a unique feeling, full of vitality and hope, and it really has the finishing touch. At this time, on the side of the Luanshan Academy, Gongzi Wensong opened his mouth to comment, and after praising him, he looked at Gongzi Zhuo with deep meaning, "I hope that Brother Zhuo can come true when he goes here." ”

Hearing him speak, Zhuo Gongzi was also awe-inspiring, and solemnly promised: "Promise auspicious words." ”

He turned around and completed the title and signature of "Watching the River in Winter" for this poem, and returned to his seat with a smile in the midst of countless congratulations and applause. Then he and everyone else held his breath and stared at the giant pillar with trepidation and hope, as if expecting something to change in it.

Liu Heng was surprised in his heart, and he also looked at it intently, but when he saw the small poem he had just written on the pillar wall, the handwriting gradually faded away, and soon faded away.

Immediately afterwards, Liu Heng felt that the treasure light blooming on the wall of the building had changed somewhat, and he looked for it, and immediately found that the small poem that had disappeared on the pillar wall suddenly appeared on the wall of the building, and it was shining brightly, and the treasure light was shining brightly, slowly rising.

Liu Heng didn't realize until this time that the treasure light blooming in the entire Cihe Tower was actually densely packed, and it was all a line of poetry!

Countless poems and texts are also competing for brilliance because of the arrival of this "Lindong View River", which seems to be exciting, and as if they are competing, and this "Lindong View River" complements each other, dazzling and dazzling.

"The shopkeeper in front said that for thousands of years, countless literati and writers and heroes have left pen and ink in this building, I just think it is boasting, who thinks it is true!"

Looking at it, it gives people the feeling of being in the vast sea of literature, such a spectacular scene, even Liu Heng was deeply shocked, and his eyes were opened for a while. He watched in a daze for a while before he breathed a sigh of relief, and sighed sincerely: "The first floor in the southwest really lives up to its reputation!"

At this time, the building was also full of people, cheering for this rare spectacle in the world, and the excitement was inexplicable.

"I heard that this is the masterpiece of the second son of the Zhuo family!"

"I don't know how many floors Zhuo Gongzi's poem can squeeze into compared with many heroes since ancient times?"

"Just look at the momentum of this opening, you can know that it must be the best work!"

For a while, there was a noisy and excited discussion everywhere outside the building, Liu Heng was slightly stunned, and couldn't help but look at the building wall again, only to find that this little poem was slowly rising, and it had risen from the first floor wall to the second floor.

"It's on the second floor!"

"It's not over yet, it should be a few floors away!"

"The third floor is the third floor!"

Seeing that this little poem came from behind, it showed a domineering energy, constantly squeezing through the many poems around it and continuing to climb up, Liu Heng was also amazed, and he was also curious about what height this poem could climb.

You must know that this is a competition with countless outstanding talents in thousands of years of history!

It's going to be a big deal!(To be continued.) )