Entering Fangzheng Mountain to practice?
When the dozens of new disciples present heard this, their thoughts came alive. After all, Fangzheng Mountain was the top of Yang Huiming's mountain. What an honor it was to be able to become the disciple of Sect Master Yang?
Yang Huiming glanced at Qi Dongqiang without leaving any trace, and then his eyes fell on Lin Feng: "Xiao Lin, this is the task I want to give you."
Lin Feng also glanced at Qi Dongqiang: "The sect master asked me to formulate the event process?"
"No, I want you to be a temporary master. Among all the new disciples, choose one to teach carefully and help him achieve the final victory."
Yang Huiming did not lower her voice, and everyone present heard it clearly.
Mo Fengchun also heard the faint sourness in his heart, which disappeared instantly.
It doesn't matter if Lin Feng doesn't like her.
Just try to get closer to him and slowly win his heart.
Being Lin Feng's apprentice is undoubtedly a good opportunity.
Yang Huiming added: "There is only one master. Who can successfully become a master depends on your own efforts. Next, let's play a little game."
"The rules of the game are very simple. I am the referee and decide the questions. Whoever writes the best poem will win."
"Come here, bring a pen and paper."
Several disciples came in with pens and papers and distributed them to everyone present. Yang Huiming's eyes kept flickering, and an imperceptible chuckle appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Everyone present was young and could only express their sorrow with words. It was impossible for anyone to write a meaningful poem within the stipulated time.
Since everyone's level is about the same, shouldn't it be up to him as the judge to decide whose poem is better?
Yang Huiming's eyes moved to Qi Dongqiang again.
Little donkey dung.
Your foster father can only help you so far.
Yang Huiming's idea was that Lin Feng was strong and with his guidance, it would be easy to win the championship. When the time came, he would be able to legitimately keep Qi Dongqiang in Founder Mountain.
Yang Huiming did not dare to use the nepotism of "adopted son and adopted father" to force Qi Dongqiang to stay. After all, he was only the deputy sect leader, not the true sect leader.
The last time he brought the village dog up the mountain, he was criticized by Chen Shoushan, so this time, he had to be careful.
"Sect Master, what is the topic?"
"That's a good question. If you can join the Zhengqi Sect, the road in the future will only go farther and higher. You might as well write a poem with the theme of climbing higher."
Yang Huiming lit a stick of incense: "One stick of incense for a limited time, let's start!"
When the words fell, everyone put pen to paper.
Most people just write randomly. As Yang Huiming thought, behind a good poem is a mountain and river, or a touching story.
The new disciples are still young and cannot write at all.
Those from better families have learned common knowledge and can still rhyme. Those new disciples who cannot afford to go to school can only write based on their feelings.
There are also some opportunists who copy the poems of great writers in order to get through.
Qi Dongqiang belongs to the second category. He has not read many books and cannot recognize all the characters. He can only scribble according to the idea and highlight the theme of climbing as much as possible.
Mo Fengchun belonged to the third category and directly copied the poem in front of Zhaixinglou.
Soon, the stick of incense burned out.
Yang Huiming got up and read each song one by one.
"The lyrics of this song are good, but the artistic conception is insufficient and there is still room for improvement."
"Thank you, Master, for your comment."
"This one of yours doesn't rhyme at all, it doesn't look like a poem."
"Thank you, Sect Master, for your comment. I really don't know how to write poetry. I will definitely work hard in the future."
"Okay, the attitude is worthy of praise." Yang Huiming nodded, continued to walk to the other girl, and suddenly frowned: "Tell me, was this poem copied?"
"this..."
"to be honest!"
"yes..."
"Hmph! This sect leader is familiar with poetry and books. I can tell at a glance who has copied it and who has written it myself. I advise those disciples with ulterior motives to just accept it!"
Next, as long as it was written by himself, no matter whether it was good or bad, Yang Huiming would praise it a few words, and he would severely criticize those that were copied.
Finally, he came to Qi Dongqiang.
"This poem of yours..."
"OK!"
"It is full of artistic conception and emotion. Although the wording is a bit rough, it is easy to understand and perfectly turns your shortcomings into your strengths."
"As expected, you will be the champion."
Yang Huiming added fuel to the fire, praising Qi Dongqiang until he was dizzy, and then looked at Lin Feng: "Xiao Lin, why don't you let Qi Dongqiang be your apprentice?"
Although there was some doubt in his tone, his demeanor already showed his true meaning.
This is your apprentice.
Recognize it quickly.
It’s impossible not to admit it.
Lin Feng didn't care. After all, in name, he was leading a disciple, but in fact, it was not difficult for him to use various methods to help Qi Dongqiang win the championship.
Just as he was about to admit it, Mo Fengchun suddenly stood up beside him.
She held the poem, neither humble nor arrogant: "Sect Master Yang, you haven't read my poem yet."
Yang Huiming touched her nose, a little embarrassed, but still said firmly: "Qi Dongqiang's poetry skills are already the strongest among you."
The implication is that there is no need to look at you anymore. If you look at it, you will lose.
Lin Feng also winked at her and asked her to sit back.
Mo Fengchun was reluctant: "It's better to take a look. To be honest with the sect master, this disciple is extremely talented. He can read at the age of three and write poetry at the age of seven."
"Really? Then take a look."
Yang Huiming thought to herself, it was just a glance. In the end, it was still him who had the final say on who would win and who would lose, and whose poem was better.
However, after seeing the poem, his confidence was shattered.
"The dangerous building is a hundred feet high. You can pick the stars with your hands, but you dare not speak loudly for fear of frightening the heavens."
"This this..."
Yang Huiming swallowed. The article had thousands of meanings, and different people had different conclusions.
At this time, in Yang Huiming's eyes.
Mo Fengchun's words "dare not speak loudly", isn't it the "Heavenly Man" who inspired him?
She knew that I wanted to support Qi Dongqiang, but she felt dissatisfied but did not dare to express it. However, I, a dignified sect leader, actually played tricks on a group of children who had just joined the sect.
Shameless!
Yang Huiming's face turned green and red for a while, feeling that she had never humiliated such a big person in her life.
He threw the poem away, pointed at Mo Fengchun and said, "She wins!"
The words fell and San San left.
Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, not knowing what was going on. In the end, everyone gathered together and cheered for Mo Fengchun.
Mo Fengchun stood in the center of the crowd and raised his eyebrows at Lin Feng proudly.
Lin Feng sighed, the worst had happened. According to the agreement, he would accept Mo Fengchun as his disciple, but in this way, he would inevitably have to have too much contact with her.
Yu You knows how to explain it.
Will she lose her mind and kill Mo Fengchun?
Lin Feng didn't have many friends, and Mo Fengchun was one of them. If Mo Fengchun died at the hands of Yu Youshen, how could he have the nerve to fall in love with Yu Youshen in the future?
I'm afraid that as soon as he lies on Yu Youshen's body, he will think of Mo Fengchun's tragic situation!
