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"One hundred breaths is almost here, you three hurry up and put pen to paper."
Xia Zimo shouted proudly. Seeing Xu Yi look at her, her handsome eyes turned white and she stared with hatred. Just now, she was really frightened. It was not because she was worried about having to pay 200,000 gold, but because she was afraid that the heroic dream in her heart would be shattered. .
"With this poem in front of me, Li has no choice but to do it. Please give me your invitation."
Li Xiuluo fluttered his white clothes and rushed towards Jiang Nanxun, while Liu Jiubian cupped his fists.
Jiang Nanxun and Liu Jiubian were not fools. They were in the red flower situation and had no ability to surpass. They could barely write with one skill. They were not famous and had to make everyone laugh and abstain from voting.
Young Master Zhu and Xiao Fuchen looked at each other again. They both saw the shock in each other's eyes, and even heard the ten thousand mysterious four-hoofed animals in the other's heart stampeding past.
It was only when the eldest master Zhu scolded him that the second master Zhu came to his senses, gritted his teeth, and read out the second question: "Tianya!"
Before the three of them could move, Xu Yi swung out his left palm, and with a pop, the Second Young Master Zhu sat down on the ground. Jiang Nanxun and the other three were also extremely shocked. Xia Zimo's cheering voice was about to break through the sky, and the funny duck also The whole place was dancing gracefully, with the previous poem as the background. Invisibly, everyone's expectations for Xu Yi had been raised to extremely high levels.
The wolf's hair was settled on the white paper. Just as Xia Zimo was about to make a sound, the duck had already fluttered over, shouting, "Don't think about it, don't think about it, let this young master write a shocking article, quack..." Flying Up in the air, blocking Xia Zimo's sight, he quacked, "Withered vines and old trees, dark crows, small bridges and flowing water, people's houses, the west wind and thin horses on the ancient road, the sunset, the heartbroken people are at the end of the world, ah ah ah... I'm confused, now As soon as Ci Zhang came out, there are still Ci Zhangs in the world, wu wu wu... A genius, a real genius, a genius even more genius than this young master is finally born. Gaga..."
Ducks were flying all over the sky, neighing and howling, but the scene was extremely silent.
Although the duck is annoying, there is one sentence that touches everyone's heart, and that is "This is the only word of speech." Is there any speech in the world? If the previous poem was extremely prosperous and had nothing to praise for its rhythm and literary talent, then this one will not be praised for its rhythm and literary talent. artistic conception. Combined to the extreme.
This is not a poem, but a painting. With the most concise and simple words, I outline an ink landscape with a far-reaching artistic conception. The thick autumn thoughts of the end of the world pour into everyone's hearts almost at the same time.
Poof, Xiao Fushen also fell down. Anticipated victory, and harsh reality. The contrast was so strong that his brain nearly exploded.
"Magical pen, your Excellency is a talented person from all over the world. Li admires you."
Li Xiuluo cupped his fists.
Jiang Nanxun and Liu Jiubian both had gloomy faces, almost dripping with tears.
Both of them have aspirations for this poetry meeting. Liu Jiubian is eager to expand his reputation in this high-level poetry meeting and increase his reputation for the upcoming scientific examination.
Jiang Nanxun did not aspire to take the scientific examination, but he attached great importance to his reputation, especially his literary reputation. Four young masters were born from the eight great families. In martial arts, Jiang Nanxun believed that he could not lose to anyone. If he had a great literary reputation, it would undoubtedly help him in his career. Among the four young masters, he came out on top.
Unexpectedly, when the stage was set up, they both became decorations, and the background was used as a foil for the boy in Xuanyi.
"Xu won two games by luck. It's okay to not compete in the third game. I don't know if Mr. Zhu thinks so!"
Xu Yi looked at Mr. Zhu who was mourning for his heir, and said with a smile.
"No, absolutely not. We agreed to play three games, so how can we only play two games? The next game, I want to listen to good poems and good lyrics."
The funny duck flapped its brief wings and flew in front of Xu Yi, howling at the top of its lungs.
Everyone in the stadium seemed to be waking up from a dream, and everyone spoke up, just as the duck said, they all had to finish the three games.
Good poetry is hard to come by, and there are many people who love poetry. When you see an astonishing talent, who would think there are too many good poems? &1;&;
Second Young Master Zhu had no choice but to open the third piece of paper and said feebly, "Asking for love."
Xia Zimo opened her mouth in shock. She never expected that the third note was a topic written by herself.
Xu Yi pondered for a moment, then suddenly turned his head to look at Xia Zimo, only to see Xia Zimo looking at him infatuatedly. His heart was touched, and he wrote with his Qi pen, "Ask what love is in the world, it can teach life and death to be together." ? Traveling from the south to the north, the old wings have experienced the cold and summer several times. It is joyful, but the separation is painful, and there are even more crazy children. You should have words, the clouds are far away, and the snow is falling on thousands of mountains. Who is the shadow going to? Hengfen Road, the lonely year The flutes and drums, the desolate smoke is still plain. How come the souls are summoned, and the mountain ghosts secretly cry in the wind and rain. The sky is jealous, and it does not believe it, and the orioles and swallows are all in the loess. For thousands of years, in order to entertain the poets, they sing and drink wildly, and come to visit Yanqiu. place."
As soon as this poem came out, the whole place froze, and everyone stared at Xu Yi as if they were staring at monsters.
I don’t know how many people wanted to open his head to see what was inside. With such thoughts, even the current poet Xie Ruoyan and the poet Gu Yunzhen could only retreat and bow down.
"Ask the world what love is, and teach you the promise of life and death."
Xia Zimo silently recited this sentence, filled with tenderness in her heart. Suddenly, she thought that the separation was imminent and that we would never see each other again. She felt sad and shed tears.
"Monster, monster, you must be a monster... scary, scary, so scary, I'm scared to death. How could someone be smarter than me, how is it possible, how is it possible..."
The duck stared at Xu Yi, fluttering its gorgeous wings in front of his eyes, and kept making noisy noises, but Xu Yi caught it in his hand, "Stop making such noises, or I'll stew you."
"Put down your time! This is my thing!"
Xiao Fuchen jumped forward.
"Who is a thing, who is a thing, you bastard named Xiao, go to hell with you."
The duck squawked wildly. &1;&;
Xiao Fuyin held out the ring and was about to knock it, but Xu Yi snatched it away, "Bullying a beast is nothing!"
The duck was furious, "Who are you beasts? Those in black clothes are thought to have written a few crooked poems, but I don't dare..."
After saying this, Xu Yi pinched his neck, and the whole world suddenly became pure.
"Xu, what the hell do you mean! You dare to do something here!"
Xiao Fuchen was furious, glared at Li Xiuluo and said, "Brother Xiuluo, this person insulted me like this, didn't you see it?"
Xia Zimo finally jumped onto the stage, "Xiao, don't change the subject, and Zhu Laoer, don't shrink back. You two won't forget the previous bet, right? Get the 200,000 gold quickly. All the heroes are witnesses. With your status, you will not go back on your promises."
Xiao was ups and downs, Young Master Zhu was hit repeatedly and almost collapsed. Xia Zimo added another heavy blow, and both of them wanted to die.
Two hundred thousand gold, an astronomical figure, these two are completely supported by their family. Excluding the expenses required for cultivation, they only have a few thousand gold and pocket money every year. Although they hold the title of Prince of the Marquis and Prince of the Country, they are glamorous, but inside they are empty.
Two hundred thousand gold, even if it costs my life, I can't get it out. 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 355 Asking for Love from the End of the World, //131/131842/, qq group
