"Quequatrains: Two orioles sing in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascend to the blue sky. The window contains the snow of Qianqiu in the West Ridge, and the door is docked with a ship thousands of miles away from the East Wu."
After Ning Wuyang finished reciting the poem, he cupped his fists and bowed to Master Wang again.
"Brother Wang, I accept the concession."
It’s more complicated than poetry.
Because there are many topics and different requirements.
Poetry is also very simple.
Because there is a clear distinction between superior and inferior, whoever is faster wins.
When Ye Changlong saw that Ning Wuyan blurted out a poem without much thought, he almost suspected that he was hallucinating.
I can't accept that a big idiot who is criticized by everyone is actually a great talent.
Ye Tongpan was also shocked when he saw Ning Wuhu's effortless appearance. He couldn't see through Ning Wuhuang's impeccable appearance, so he looked towards Ning Feng.
I saw that Ning Feng had no surprised reaction other than a proud look on his face, and his heart suddenly sank: No!
He still remembered how Ning Feng beat Ning Wuhuang violently when he shot the drum in the school field.
Ning Feng's pride cannot be faked. Even if Ning Wuyan is not a real poet, he must have real ability!
"This, this... Ning Wuxu composed a "quatrain" so quickly."
"I haven't read this "Queju", have you read it?"
"No... Is it something he made now, or did he memorize other unsold poems by Shixian?"
The students were talking a lot, all wondering why Ning Wushu could compose a catchy seven-character quatrain so quickly.
Only the contestant himself, Mr. Wang, had an enlightenment after reciting the "Quatrain" silently again. A new piece of music suddenly appeared in his mind.
Although it is not as good as this "quatrain", it is still much better than his previous poems.
"Two orioles sing in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascend to the sky... So simple yet so extraordinary, Mr. Ning, I give up!"
A true student is never like Ye Changlong, who only wants to use poetry to dress himself in gold and silver.
Wang Xuezi bowed his hands and bowed deeply to Ning Wuhuang. He raised his head and changed the topic: "But I can only admit that you defeated me, but I cannot admit that you are the Poet Immortal."
Meeting such a serious opponent, Ning Wuhuang gave him the greatest respect.
That is, there were not a few poems about the scene, which directly tortured Wang Xuezi's poetic heart.
"Brother Wang, let's compete later when we have the chance." Ning Wuyan looked at the other students who were eager to try: "Who else wants to compete with me?"
"I come!"
Another handsome student stepped forward.
The student’s surname is Lin.
After greeting each other, they asked a question.
"Summer Lotus."
The fewer the words, the bigger the problem; the broader the question, the harder it is to win.
Because in this way, the comparison is not about whose poem is the most relevant to the topic, but whose poem is the best.
Scholar Lin was confident that even if Ning Wuxu had a spare poem with a similar title, he would still be able to win this question with his excellent content.
He didn't believe that Ning Wuhuang was a poetry immortal.
Naturally, I don't believe that every poem written by Ning Wuxian can be as brilliant as that written by Shixian.
"Are these four words the only thing?"
Ning Wuyang's familiar questioning method made Master Lin couldn't help but smile and ask, "If I say yes, Master Ning will immediately compose a poem like he did just now?"
"Who knows, why don't you tell me?"
Ning Wuyang looked completely unconcerned, as if he didn't know the meaning of his question, which made Mr. Lin even more convinced that he could win.
Student Lin nodded happily: "Yes, summer lotus, just these four words."
""Send off to Lin Zifang at dawn from Jingci Temple": After all, in June, the scenery of West Lake is different from that of the four seasons. The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red."
Ning Wuyou cupped his fists and bowed, smiling contentedly.
"Brother Lin, I accept the concession."
Sure enough, the questions asked by ordinary students and the talented women who are famous in Jiangnan are completely different.
When Ning Wuyang wrote those ten poems yesterday, he still thought about it for a while on the way home.
But the questions these students are asking now are very simple because they themselves also want to compose poems.
In other words, extremely simple.
Children as young as several years old can open their mouths and know what it says and how beautifully it is written.
"This is probably the charm of traditional culture that can be passed down for thousands of years or even longer without fading."
Ning Wuyang murmured to himself, sincerely thanking him for learning and reciting it.
At this time, with the help of the cultural heritage left to him by his ancestors, he was able to be so confident and calm at this time, place and scene.
After listening to the song "Walking Off to Lin Zifang from Jingci Temple at Dawn", Lin Xuezi couldn't help but picture the lotus pond connected to the sky, shining under the morning sun, just like the high-spirited Ning Wuyan standing opposite him.
The confidence revealed from his bones convinced him to lose, but he didn't understand: "Why can you compose a new poem so quickly?"
Still such a popular masterpiece!
Could it be that Ning Wuhuang is really the legendary poetry immortal?
"I can do it if I can do it. There is no reason. If Brother Lin admits defeat, let those who refuse to admit defeat come up and compete again."
Lin Xuezi naturally admitted defeat.
But when the other students saw that it was easier for them to compose poems than for them to memorize poems, no one dared to step forward rashly. Instead, they all took a step back, no longer as tense as they had been when facing Ning Wu.
At this time, it would not be a shame to lose to Ning Wuhao again.
But who would ask for trouble even if they knew they would lose?
When Ye Changlong saw this, he secretly cursed these useless students and fixed his gaze on Liu Qingfang.
At this time, Liu Qingfang finally re-examined Ning Wuyan, who had always been a big idiot in her mind.
Ning Wuhuang was naturally handsome, but now he was bathed in the sunshine, coupled with the two poems he had just read, and the awe of the students, Liu Qingfang discovered it at this time.
Ning Wuyan was so dazzling among the crowd.
And this dazzling person should have been her fiancé!
Shixian was her fiancé, but she broke off the engagement because she thought he was a loser and refused to marry.
If that's the case...
Liu Qingfang reached out and touched the corners of her eyes, wondering why she looked away.
"Miss Liu, these people can't even board the small island in the middle of the lake. Ning Wuyan is only better than them at most. How can he be the real Poet Immortal?"
Ye Changlong saw Liu Qingfang staring intently at Ning Wuyan and felt jealous when he saw Liu Qingfang's face full of regret.
How could he let Ning Wuxu stand out in public? !
"Miss Liu, you are a well-known talented woman in Jinling. If you ask a question, he will not win!"
Facing Ye Changlong's provocation, Liu Qingfang was still self-aware. She pursed her lips and shook her head, murmuring in a low voice: "No matter which of these two poems, I can't reach it. Mr. Ye, please uncle Get over him."
Liu Qingfang didn't mean well and really wanted to let Ning Wuyan go.
on the contrary.
Seeing Ning Wuyan's proud look at this time, and thinking that this was what she should have, and that it might be owned by others in the future, she became so jealous that she even wanted to destroy it!
But if this matter continues to be stalemate and involves the imperial gift, not only will the Liu family be unable to escape from the entanglement, but even Mr. Ye will be deeply involved.
Because her red gold sword was given to Mr. Ye as a gift.
"Should I let him go? Liu Qingfang, I have already formed a quarrel with him. If I let him go, will he let me go?" Ye Changlong growled fiercely and looked at the group of timid students: "Who wants to If we compete with Ning Wuyan again, I will reward you with ten taels! The winner will be rewarded with a hundred taels!"
Ning Wuyan had already guessed that with Ye Changlong's temperament, he would not let this competition end easily.
He looked at Ye Tongpan.
After he proved his strength, Ye Tongpuan still didn't stop and allowed Ye Changlong to offend him. What was his plan?
Don't you want to step on Ye Changlong's face and perform a double act where you don't know each other even if you don't know each other?
Ning Wuyan looked at the poor students who were dressed simply and were eager to try but couldn't save their dignity. He smiled calmly: "Everyone, if you have money, it will be in vain. Since Mr. Ye is willing to be a free boy, why not give it a try?"
"Master Ning is right. If so, thank you very much, Master Ning, for your advice!"
There were steps set up by Ning Wuyao, and everyone walked down them, casting grateful glances at Ning Wuyao.
Ye Changlong, who was paying the money, faced the student who thanked Ning Wuyou, and suddenly had the illusion that he was being taken advantage of.
But if he said it, he would throw water away. He could only hope that one of these students' questions would be able to focus on Ning Wuhuang's weaknesses and win.
In this way, he could take Ning Wuchang to the prison for execution.
If Ning Wuhuang was really the Poet Immortal, he would never let Ning Wuhuang get out of the prison alive just based on the two people's friendship!
While Ye Changlong was waiting for Ning Wuyao's defeat, Ning Wuyao hooked his hand at the students: "It's too troublesome to come one by one. You all come together. In this way, when I compose poems, you may still have time." Think about how to write a poem to answer the question.”
