Mr. Lu cleared his throat and recited a poem: "The moon is waxing and waning, and the Jade Rabbit is busy making medicine. No one thinks about it late at night, but there is a beautiful girl in front of me."
The poem was recited and everyone applauded. It was very quiet behind the screen. After everyone calmed down, he commented: "This is probably not Mr. Lu's true level. Let's do another song."
Mr. Lu's face alternated between red and white, and his expression was very exciting. He called the servants around him, gave a few instructions, and then stepped aside.
Others also squeezed to the front.
Qin Ming seemed to understand that this Mr. Lu seemed to be a fool. His previous works all involved hiring gunmen.
The poems written by the rest of the people, whether it be said or not, many of them were better than Mr. Lu's first time, but they were only of limited quality. Even though Weeping Blood Cuckoo commented on them, they still didn't win her heart.
At this time, Mr. Lu's servant ran over with a piece of paper in his hand. Mr. Lu quickly read it several times, ran to the front and shouted: "Girl! I have composed a new song!"
"The mountains are full of cinnamon branches, and the trees are scattered and scattered. The light of the rocks and springs is reflected above and below. The vast field overlooking you is vast, and there are thousands of tents and lamp poles. The clear light does not leave anyone alone, so what is the purpose of the fire." Mr. Lu is quite confident. groaned out.
And after everyone chewed it carefully, they actually felt that it did have some charm.
"Sure enough, Mr. Lu is indeed a rising star in the literary world. This poem is indeed quite charming."
"The light from the stone spring is shining, and the soul's shadow is both up and down. It's wonderful, wonderful."
"Young students are ashamed of themselves, they are ashamed of themselves!"
The Weeping Bloodcuckoo was silent for a long time, and then said: "Master Lu's poem is indeed the best one so far tonight, but it still lacks some charm and is too cliché."
"That's all, Mr. Lu, please come closer." Sha Ping said from behind.
Everyone was excited and discussing.
"As expected of Mr. Lu!"
"Master Lu also took a step closer last time."
"The person closest to the girl is Master Lu, right? I remember that I was only two steps closer to the most famous poet. Didn't Master Lu also take two steps closer to me?"
Qin Ming stopped listening for a moment and finally understood. It turns out that it is not just a poem that can win the heart of a beautiful woman, it needs to be passed through.
I just don’t know how many levels are needed? Qin Ming was thinking as he walked to the front and asked.
"I wonder how many steps do I need to take if I want to kiss a girl?" Qin Ming was so direct that people around him rolled their eyes.
"Unreasonable fanatic!"
"Sexy and lustful, vulgar people!"
The group of people immediately regarded Qin Ming as the target of attack. Wang Wu heard that he was anxious and wanted to step forward to argue, but Qin Ming stopped him.
Qin Ming asked: "You didn't come here to kiss the girl Fangze, then why?"
"That's to discuss literary talent with the girl!" Someone objected.
"Pull it down, you really went in and didn't take off your pants?" Qin Ming said with a smile.
"How dare you!" Mr. Lu shouted, "How can you speak so vulgarly!"
"I have asked for it repeatedly just to marry the girl!" Mr. Lu said with a serious face.
Everyone present was in awe.
“Master Lu’s talent and character are both outstanding!”
"Master Lu is worthy of being the leader of our generation!"
"Xiaosheng has only one word of admiration for Mr. Lu!"
"How many tests do you need to pass if you want to marry a girl?" Qin Ming asked loudly without being affected at all.
A disgusted voice came from behind the gauze screen: "Others have seven passes, you have nine passes."
"pretty!"
"You're right, girl! This is how you should treat people like this!"
"I think he's so vulgar, I'm afraid he won't be able to pass the first level!"
Qin Ming coughed and the venue became quiet. He said, "Then come."
"The first level is based on the moon." The voice behind the gauze screen was obviously impatient. Maybe Qin Ming's previous vulgarity also offended her.
"There is bright moonlight in front of the bed." As soon as Qin Mingming said the first sentence, everyone around him burst into laughter.
"Hahahaha, what a crude sentence this is!"
"I'm afraid a three-year-old child can write it."
Mr. Lu had an undisguised look of ridicule on his face.
"I suspect it's frost on the ground." Qin Ming continued, "Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown."
After these four sentences were finished, the jeers on the field gradually disappeared, because everyone discovered that although Qin Ming's poem was indeed crude, the sadness and homesickness contained in it were as deafening as a heavy hammer.
"A good poem." The voice behind the gauze screen was very pleasant, "It's just that it's hard for me to believe that it was written by the young master."
"Yes, I'm afraid someone else will write it for me!"
"He definitely didn't write it!"
Everyone also reacted and started talking.
"Then how can I prove myself?" Qin Ming asked.
"Master, please compose another poem about the moon that is different in style from this one." Weeping Bloodcuckoo hesitated for a while and said.
Qin Ming naturally agreed, don't say a word, a hundred capitals will do!
"The tide of the Spring River reaches the level of the sea, and the bright moon rises with the tide on the sea. The waves follow the waves for thousands of miles, but there is no moon on the Spring River." Qin Ming thought for a while and chanted.
Zhang Ruoxu's "Spring River Flowers and Moonlight Night" is said to be the most unique masterpiece in the Tang Dynasty.
Sure enough, as soon as the first four sentences came out, the whole audience was shocked, and there was no sound again.
"The river flows round and round the meadow, and the moonlight shines on the flowers and forests, all like snowflakes. The frost flies in the sky, and the white sand on the terrace is invisible." After reciting this, everyone seemed to have entered that artistic conception, where the river flows across the river, and the moon shines brightly. A thousand miles away, the reeds are swaying, and the flower forest on the shore is like a white gauze-like artistic conception.
…
"Who by the river sees the moon for the first time, and when does the moon over the river shine on people? Life is endless from generation to generation, but the moon over the river is only the same every year." After these two lines of poetry were recited, a sense of majesty and majesty suddenly surrounded everyone, making them Everyone present was caught up in the emotion that Jiang Yue will last forever but life will be short.
Until Qin Ming recited the complete poem, there was still silence in the audience. It was the weeping cuckoo who was the first to speak: "Young master, this poem is the best one I have ever seen to chant the moon. I am afraid it is unprecedented, and it will also be difficult for those who come after me." It can be surpassed.”
Only then did everyone come back to their senses. This poem was indeed wonderful. Thinking back to their previous ridicule, they now seemed so shallow.
"Master, please take a step forward." Crying Blood Cuckoo's tone was obviously much softer, and there was no longer the obvious disgust and disgust as before.
Qin Ming chuckled, stood next to Mr. Lu, and whispered to him: "Your method is really useful!"
Mr. Lu was suddenly startled, and then said viciously: "Do you believe that I found someone to destroy you?"
"Then we have to wait until I...I have the beauty in my arms." Qin Ming almost let it slip and hurriedly covered it up.
"Just wait!" Mr. Lu threatened through gritted teeth, turned his head to the side and stopped looking at him.
"Two gentlemen, the second test is to write a poem with the theme of describing the sound of musical instruments." A cold voice came from behind the screen.
