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Second Master Zhu said, "Don't worry, as long as Mr. Xu's poems are not at the bottom, you will win!"
Looking for opportunities to find faults, Second Young Master Zhu has determined that Xia Zimo is extremely guilty.
The four people entered the room, and servants soon brought in four huge screens. The screens were covered with fine Xuanhua soft white tribute paper, which was spread vertically and horizontally. In front of each screen, there was a square made of nearly purple golden sandalwood. The case is laid out with Yunyan inkstones for grinding ink and golden wolf brushes.
Zhu Ergongzi said, "I want to show fairness. This time, you will write the questions on paper, one question for each table. Finally, they will be gathered together. The girl in the green skirt will take out three questions, and then the four people on the field will write their essays respectively. Due to time, Limited, the subject matter is limited to two poems, and the limit is half a stick of incense." After saying that, he looked at Xia Zimo provocatively, as if he wanted Xia Zimo to continue to criticize.
However, this consideration was so thorough that Xia Zimo wanted to find fault but couldn't.
Not long after, everyone had drafted the topic and gathered at the Second Young Master Zhu. All the folded notes were placed in a transparent bottle.
Young Master Zhu shook his head a few times, then moved to the desk where Xia Zimo was, handed the bottle over, and said with a proud smile, "Please, beauty."
Xia Zimo glared at him, put his hand into the bottle and picked out three pieces of paper. Master Zhu held up the three pieces of paper and walked quickly to the field. He was about to open it when he heard Xia Zimo say, "Wait a minute! That's right, Wen Wu First, Wu has no second. All four people have written essays. Who will judge the winner? If the words are similar, it will be judged by everyone. Here, everyone is asking for help from your government. How can you convince others? "
"I knew you would do something like this, look at this."
Xiao Fushen stood up and entered the circle, untied the spirit bird bag around his waist, and released a duck. The duck was only the size of a civet cat, with bright feathers, a golden crown on top, and a pair of dark broad bean eyes that were spinning around in its sockets.
"Rui Ya!"
"There is such a strange beast!"
"I wonder if it is as magical as the rumors say.&1;&;"
While everyone was chattering, the duck fluttered its feathers. He actually jumped into the air, but couldn't fly more than ten feet high, but his speed was quite fast, and finally landed on the table where Xia Zimo was. After staring at her for a while, he said, "Beautiful girl, please serve me well and make sure you are well-fed and well-fed. All your wishes will come true."
"roll!"
With a snap of his palm, Xia Zimo slapped the duck away.
The duck had excellent defense and not a single feather was scattered. It quacked and said, "Beautiful girl, quickly apologize to this young master, otherwise you will be better off."
Xiao Fuden couldn't stand it any longer, so he found a ring in his hand and tapped it gently. The duck fluttered in the air, quacked, and cursed, "I'm going to fuck you, sir. Once you're done, stop fucking knocking!"
Xiao Fuchen snorted coldly, "Shaoguang, if you dare to be so arrogant again, I will imprison you for a year next time!"
The duck glared at Xiao Fuden bitterly and spread its wings. Standing in the middle of the field angrily, "If you have any nonsense, tell me now, grandma. Judging from your attitude, you must be holding a poetry meeting again. It's just a poetry meeting, but you also make a lot of shit. Poetry, it’s just a bunch of bad poems, but you still have to ask me to review them, which makes me sick to death. Last time I heard one or two poles composed a poem about snow, and the snow was falling for six out of nine days, just like a beautiful girl descending from Qiong Yao , one day the weather cleared up, and those who used brooms used brooms, and those who used spades used spades. The one who used the shovel was so disgusting that I only vomited acid water for several days. I have something to say, if we encounter someone like this again this time, I would rather hit the wall and commit suicide than be humiliated."
“It’s safe to comment!”
Xiao Fuchen glanced at him coldly, looked at Xu Yida and said, "Let Rui Ya be the judge. You should have no objection."
"Very good, have your money ready!"
Xu Yi said calmly.
Rui Ya, he had seen in the Wan Ya Zhi, was the most peculiar monster among the top three monsters among the heavenly monsters. He was born with no attack ability, but he had the same superpower. He had amazing intelligence and could vomit people at the beginning of his intelligence stage. He is a man of Chinese language, proficient in writing, good in nature and well-read in many books, and can remember everything he has read. According to the legend, whoever captures the Rui Ya can bring good luck to him. &1;&;
And because the Swiss Duck has no attack ability, even ordinary wild animals are invincible in its seedling stage. Therefore, the survival rate is extremely low. The world has not seen the Swiss Duck passed down for hundreds of years, but today we encountered it.
In addition, the sky demon is aloof and arrogant. Even if it is trapped, it is often not docile to its master. Just looking at the surly behavior of this Rui duck, it is obvious that it will not be biased towards Xiao Fusheng. Moreover, Rui duck released the spirit bird bag last and did not know the previous one. Love, fairness is enough to guarantee.
"Then let's get started!"
Second Young Master Zhu unfolded a piece of paper and said loudly, "The first question is about rivers and lakes. Composition with the theme of rivers and lakes. There is no limit on the poems and the time limit is one hundred breaths."
As soon as Zhu Ergong finished speaking, Liu Jiubian, Li Xiuluo, and Jiang Nanxun all walked slowly in the field, looking for inspiration, but Xu Yi stood still.
Xiao Fuchen and Second Young Master Zhu looked at each other and smiled, knowing that this was a sure win.
Unexpectedly, before the two of them smiled, Xu Yi got the answer from the depths of his mind. Seeing that he was motionless, he swung out his left palm, and the wolf hair that was ten feet away was hit by the airflow and jumped up in the air. The hair of the wolf was stuck in the inkstone. Full of ink, the soft white paper flew up, the pen moved quickly, and lines of beautiful words appeared one after another.
When Xu Yi revealed his move, the expressions of Jiang Nanxun and Li Xiuluo changed at the same time, and the whole place burst into exclamations of surprise.
Most of the people on the field were strong in the Qi Sea Realm, and there were quite a few who were proficient in martial arts. The person who could control the Qi so easily could only use two fingers. Even Jiang Nanxun thought to himself that if he concentrated his mind, he could do it, but I am definitely not as free and easy as this person.
"good!"
Xia Zimo even jumped to his feet and cheered, and read loudly the words written by Xu Yi: The world is like this...
After finishing a line of the poem, the atmosphere in the whole place suddenly solidified. Jiang Nanxun, Li Xiuluo, and Liu Jiubian even stopped thinking and stared at the paper. &1;&;
This sentence is too powerful. If there is another good sentence in the future, the three of them will have no room to work hard.
"The world is full of storms, just like the years in the world. In the midst of chatting and laughing about grand plans and great achievements, I can't bear to be drunk in life. I lift my sword and ride astride, waving the ghost rain. Bones are like mountains and birds are flying. The world is like a tide and people are like water. I can only sigh for a few people in the rivers and lakes. Come back."
After writing the last stroke, the whole place fell into dead silence.
Dai Viet is a country of poetry. Although people may not be talented in writing poetry, everyone loves to read and appreciate poetry.
The diction of this poem written by Xu Yi cannot be said to be beautiful, and the rhythm is not rigorous, but it is extremely powerful and has a far-reaching artistic conception. The final aria directly points to people's hearts and makes people sigh.
When a poem reaches this point, all the rhythm and rigor must make way for this majestic atmosphere and meaningful artistic conception.
"Good poem, really damn good poem, quack, listening to this poem, it's worth losing ten years of my life, quack, the boy in black is talented, ya-ya-pei is really talented!"
Rui Ya seemed to have taken a stimulant, flying up and down, fluttering non-stop, covering his body with feathers, opening his arms and quacking wildly. To be continued.
Remember Sogou in one second, and it will be exciting at any time. Sogou's Higher Self Comes from the Mortal World, Chapter 354 Jianghu, //131/131842/, qq group
