"Want something different?"
"Could what Brother He said be... Wen Dou?"
Someone looked at the speaker, but his eyes flashed, and there was a sparkle in his eyes.
I saw the person who just spoke, dressed in a blue gown, handsome in appearance and tall in stature. He was sitting in the center seat, as if a tiger was sitting on a dragon's plate, and his momentum was astonishing.
He Lan!
The number one genius in Moyuan County, ranked sixth on the Qingyun List!
"Haha, He Lan, who doesn't know that our Young Master He is very talented in literature? If it comes to literary competition, I'm afraid there are very few people here who can beat you, Young Master He!"
Bi Hao curled his lips and looked at He Lan with a smile.
"Bi Hao, don't judge a gentleman with your villain's heart. I say literary struggle because everyone is fighting and killing every day. Aren't you tired?"
He Lan glanced at Bi Hao unkindly and retorted directly.
"Besides, I finally met Baihua Fairy today. He remembers that Miss Qin seems to be quite interested in poetry and songs."
Seeing that the topic was brought to her, Qin Ranxi stood up slowly and said with a smile: "Young Master He is joking. Compared with Mr. He, Ran Xi's literary talent is undoubtedly as bright as the stars."
He Lan did not continue to speak, but just cupped his fists and saluted.
Bi Hao on the side was a little helpless when he saw this scene. He had to sit back in his seat. After all, He Lan's strength was not weaker than him.
"Then I wonder if Miss Qin is interested in being a witness to this literary fight tonight?"
He Lan turned his eyes and smiled slightly.
After hearing this, all the geniuses on the Qingyun Ranking all turned their attention to Qin Ranxi, feeling a little excited.
After all, everyone is already aware of Fairy Baihua's reputation. Due to the reputation of His Highness the Crown Prince, they never dared to be too blatant about this Hidden Dragon Banquet.
The current literary fight may be a good opportunity.
After thinking this, everyone looked at Qin Ranxi, as if expecting the latter to agree.
He Lan smiled slightly, with a handsome smile on his face, and said, "I wonder what Miss Qin is thinking about?"
"In this case, it is better for Ran Xi to be respectful than to obey orders." Qin Ranxi bowed and bowed his head gently.
Indeed, as He Lan said, she has a lot of interest in poetry and poetry, and she is indeed willing to accept it.
As a result, Qin Ranxi stood in the center of the entire banquet hall, like a fairy who had fallen into the mortal world. Even though everyone was watching her, her movements were still graceful and graceful, which made people admire her.
Chen Lin was sitting in the last row, and when he heard about this so-called literary fight, he became interested.
As for Qin Ranxi's outstanding style, he had to admit that this woman's beauty was no less beautiful than Ouyang Mingyue.
Even in terms of temperament alone, the former is more advanced, mainly due to the gap in his own Yuanli cultivation.
However, Chen Lin didn't care about this at all, because others didn't know, but he remembered that Ouyang Mingyue had obtained the inheritance of the saint!
Under the inheritance, Ouyang Mingyue's strength will only improve faster and faster, and his temperament and appearance are constantly changing.
Buzz!
The atmosphere at the Qianlong Banquet seemed to become more heated as the literary fight began.
Mo Xiuhan, who had been sitting at the front, couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he saw Qin Ranxi standing in the center of the hall, and turned his gaze away.
"Please ask Miss Qin to come up with questions for us all." He Lan's voice was filled with a hint of impatience.
A conceited smile appeared on Bi Hao's lips. He also considered himself well-read in poetry and books and had extraordinary literary talent. He was also very interested in this literary battle.
"Okay, since everyone is willing to give it a try, Ran Xi will give you a question."
Qin Ranxi smiled brightly, then turned around and walked slowly towards the window of the banquet hall to stand beside her.
At this time, the cold moonlight poured through the window onto Qin Ranxi's body, making her look like a moonlight goddess, making people stunned!
"My lords, tonight is the night of the full moon, and a bright moon hangs in the sky. Then write a word or poem with the word 'moon' as the title. If anyone has the best poem in the end, Ran Xi is willing to perform a dance. .”
Qin Ranxi said with a smile. As soon as she finished speaking, the atmosphere in the entire hall suddenly stopped.
"Did I hear correctly? Fairy Baihua actually said she wanted to perform a dance?"
"Oh my God, tonight was definitely not in vain!"
"Haha, think quickly, think quickly, we must come out on top!"
After everyone was stunned for a short time, they suppressed the surprise in their hearts and turned their heads to think.
"If that young master has thought about it, he can start, and then appoint the next person to write poems or lyrics to catch up the dragon."
Under the cold moonlight, Qin Ranxi's beautiful figure became more and more ethereal like a fairy.
This scene made the hearts of all the elites quicken, especially Mo Xiuhan, whose eyes contained a hint of love.
At this moment, Chen Lin looked at the bright moon outside the window, and an unknown thought flashed through his heart.
"Haha, since Baihua Fairy has already given the question, He will do his part!"
The person who spoke was He Lan.
Everyone looked over in surprise and found that He Lan stood up in one step, looking extremely conceited.
Enjoying the attention of everyone, He Lan felt even more proud. He had studied poetry and poetry since he was a child, and now was the time to put it to use.
After tonight, he will make this poem famous in the Qingyun Empire!
"Master He actually composed a poem so quickly, so Ran Xi should be all ears."
Qin Ranxi's beautiful face showed a hint of surprise, but her beautiful eyes showed a hint of expectation.
He Lan smiled slightly, stood up slowly, and the clear voice suddenly spread.
"The Beidou hangs on the west tower when the sky returns, and there is no one in the golden house. Fireflies are flowing."
"The moonlight is about to reach Qianlong Pavilion, don't leave Qingqiu without a trace."
Four lines of poetry slowly sounded from He Lan's mouth, which made his face even more conceited and smiling.
"Hanging to the West Tower...Lie Wuhen...I never thought that the rumors were true. Master He's talent is enough to be praised by the world. This poem is worthy of Ran Xi's congratulations to him."
A hint of appreciation flashed across Qin Ranxi's beautiful eyes.
At the same time, she raised the wine glass on the table and toasted to He Lan.
"Haha, thank you so much, Miss Qin. He is just trying to attract others. I hope that the next brother can give full play to his abilities and try to compete with He."
He Lan drank the wine in one gulp, smiled slightly, and said lightly.
His words seemed modest, but his actual attitude was very arrogant.
What shocked everyone was that He Lan's poem really made them feel inferior.
As for the genius chosen next by He Lan, a wry smile appeared on his face involuntarily.
Because he knew that with the poem he just made, he couldn't compare to He Lan.
Of course, not only this person, but all the geniuses in the entire hall were a little stunned after hearing He Lan's poem.
The confidence I had originally had disappeared.
"I have long heard that He Lan has extraordinary literary talents, but I didn't expect that when I saw him today, it turned out to be so."
"Yes, without a certain amount of accumulation, it would be a fool's errand to hope to surpass He Lan's poem."
Everyone whispered and looked at He Lan with a hint of surprise.
He Lan, who was sitting upright, saw this scene, and the smile on his lips became stronger, and he seemed to be quite satisfied with the result.
Until a certain moment, the lively atmosphere in the venue suddenly changed.
"Bi Hao!" He Lan put down the wine glass in his hand, because within his gaze, a figure slowly stood up, and it was clearly the Bi Hao from before.
At the same time, under the heated gaze of everyone, Bi Hao stood up from his seat and walked forward slowly.
As he walked, Bi Hao always had an indifferent smile on his face. His black hair was windless and elegant.
Qin Ranxi also noticed this scene, and immediately glanced at her beautiful eyes with a hint of expectation.
"The clear stream flows through the top of the green mountain, and the empty water is clear and full of autumn colors."
"Thirty miles away from the world of mortals, white clouds and red leaves linger."
The same ancient poem was recited, which directly caused the entire hall to fall into silence, and you could hear a needle drop!
"What a one-color autumn and two you-you-you!"
"Master Bi is such a talented person!"
"The artistic conception in this poem alone has surpassed the poem He Lan just wrote!"
"This Bi Hao actually has such extraordinary talent?!"
"This guy's hidden secrets are really deep. This poem alone is enough to make Bi Hao famous in the empire once again!"
Everyone here is not a mediocre person, so naturally they all recognized the level of Bi Hao's poem, which is far above that of He Lan!
"How is this possible?!" He Lan's eyes were stunned, and there was a hint of disbelief in his eyes.
Obviously, even he couldn't help but marvel at the level of Bi Hao's poem.
"Master Bi is extremely talented. Ran Xi proposes a toast to you!" Qin Ranxi looked at Bi Hao with a hint of joy.
Bi Hao laughed loudly, raised the wine glass in his hand, and returned the favor.
At the same time, he joked: "Don't underestimate others because you think you have read some books, otherwise you will only lose face."
"Bi Hao, who are you talking about?!" He Lan's expression changed and he asked coldly.
Bi Hao shook his head and said with a smile: "Brother He, don't be angry. What Bi said was just based on his feelings. Don't blame... don't blame!"
He Lan's face twitched, feeling ashamed and angry, but now, he had no choice but to sit down angrily. After all, he had already lost this literary fight.
Buzz!
At this moment, in the eyes of everyone, Bi Hao raised his glass and walked to the last row!
(Note: The poems appearing in the article are not original by the author.)
