At this moment, Xu Fan's forehead was covered with sweat.
Although he has reached a consensus with his younger brother, and he will take full control of it, his game is too big, and for a while, he can't stop it...
"Brother, you don't need to worry. Don't you still believe me?" Xu Que looked at Xu Fan with a smile.
"I just trust you too much, but look at what you have done from afternoon to now!"
Just as Xu Fan finished speaking, Chang Shi shouted loudly: "Start!"
"Watch the show with peace of mind. I'll let you see the most spectacular scene tomorrow morning." Xu Que turned his head with a smile, then picked up his pen and started writing.
Xu Fan's eyes turned gloomy. Originally, he still had a slight chance of winning against his younger brother, but since his younger brother said those words, his heart has been beating hard...
A pair of ten, and a complete victory. Many scribes in ancient and modern times would not dare to boast of such a feat. I didn't expect that my younger brother would dare to be the first person!
The precious pen was waved, and eleven people wrote on the gold paper.
As time passed, Qiu Feng stopped the pen in his hand.
Li Man gradually stopped writing, and then Du Xian stopped writing.
Then Wen Li and others put down their pens, and finally Guo Yun opened his pens and looked at Xu Que.
There were only the last ten breaths left, and Xu Que was still writing furiously. It wasn't that he wrote too much, but that he wasn't in a hurry at all!
"time up!"
Chang Shi's voice sounded, and in front of everyone was a piece of gold paper that was temporarily sealed. Everyone completed the poem within the specified time.
"Who should we start with?" Xu Que asked.
"If Qiu Feng stops writing first, let's start with his poems!"
Qiu Feng bowed slightly to Chang Shi, and then directly unlocked the seal on the poem.
"The moon shines brightly at night, and the breeze blows the fragrance of flowers. I can't see you, but I can only shed tears..."
A poem slowly appeared in front of everyone, and a white light and then a silver light suddenly appeared. Just as the silver light spread out twice, the gold paper stopped floating, and then slowly fell down.
The surrounding students burst into applause. These ten outstanding works are indeed extraordinary. The first song has two lines of silver and light, how rare it is!
Even Xu Fan secretly admired it. Only literati know how difficult Silver Light Poetry is. Xu Fan has been on the literary path for almost ten years, but he only has one Silver Light poem...
"What a poem! Brother Qiu's poem is indeed extraordinary. It is completely in line with Brother Qiu's consistent lyrical style." Huai Zinian praised.
Qiu Feng smiled and said, "Xu Que, how do you feel?"
Xu Chuanmao nodded: "Very good! But I have a question. I would like to ask Brother Qiu Feng. What are the reasons for Brother Qiu's last two sentences about missing you? Could it be that you are interested in someone present?"
Qiu Feng's heart suddenly sank, what the hell...
The last two lines of this poem were really not written by him. He just borrowed the longing of a brothel girl. In addition, the moonlight was completely worthy of it, so he added these two lines. .
Li Man smiled faintly: "Thinking of you and thinking of you, it's not a bad idea to write it from a female perspective, not to mention matching it with the moonlight, isn't it enough?"
"Enough! I didn't say enough, I just have some questions." Xu Que said lightly: "I just hope that the following poems will not all be of this type. After all, we are men, not those pretty boys with oily hair and pink faces."
The students below looked at each other, and then laughed "haha".
Yang Fengyu said coldly: "You are trying so hard to find an excuse for failure, right?"
"Haha, a bunch of fools!" Xu Que said disdainfully: "Let you ten against one, you already have the right time, place, and people, but you say that I will make excuses? In that case, let's continue!"
The second poem is Li Man's poem: "In the bright moonlit night, the clear light shines on the curtains. Thinking of you is like the full moon, and your appearance becomes less beautiful every night..."
Pfft, Xu Que laughed.
Countless students below laughed at the same time. He just said, don’t show it from a female perspective. The next song actually appeared again, and it was very similar to what Qiu Feng wrote...
Li Man's eyes bulged and he looked at Xu Que angrily.
"Ahem...Brother Li Man, don't worry, I just suddenly thought of something funny. Could it be that you two fell in love with the same man at the same time?"
Li Man clenched his fists: "Xu Que, don't go too far, I just..."
"Okay, it's just a joke!" Xu Que quickly stopped.
As the two silver lights slowly dissipated, the gold paper slowly fell down...
The third one, Du Xian!
"The bright moon rises from the Tianshan Mountains, and the clear light reflects on the jade plate. In the quiet night, people have fallen asleep, and their hearts are far away and at ease..."
Xu Que's heart moved, yes, poetry is the most afraid of not being precise, but Du Xian's poem expresses the feeling of a path leading to a secluded place, and the tranquility of a distant mind. Yes, it has completely elevated a state of mind.
But it's a pity that he shouldn't have made the last two lines so obvious, because then his poem would completely collapse!
In the poem, when the silver light spreads to the third ray, a golden light suddenly appears!
Hundreds of years of golden light, failed to win the lottery!
The Hundred Years Golden Light Poetry was also good. The audience burst into applause. Du Xian's face turned red. Who would have thought that today's competition in this guild hall would actually help him succeed? Under the spotlight of the crowd, Shi Jinguang, he finally fulfilled his original wish, and was confident that he could surpass Xu Que. As long as he defeated Xu Que, he would become a new scholar and celebrity in Nanfeng Prefecture.
"Good poetry!" Guo Yunkai, who has always been strict about poetry, also gave a rare high evaluation.
As soon as the century-old golden poem came out, some students below began to worry about Xu Que. However, surprisingly, there was no trace of fear on this boy's face. This was very strange...
"Not bad, please continue!" Xu Que said calmly.
"There are really people who are not afraid of death!" Du Xian snorted coldly. He was very proud now because he felt that he could not be worse than Xu Que.
The next song is from the year of having a child.
"The moonlight illuminates the earth thousands of miles away..."
A good poem, indeed a good poem, but it's a pity that it's just an ordinary piece of work, with a little bit of white light coming out, but no silver light.
As a child-bearing year among the ten talented people, he was a little dissatisfied. He was suppressed by Du Xian and others, and his face was a little embarrassed. However, Xu Que did not speak, which made him feel even more uncomfortable.
continue!
As the poems were read one after another, the surrounding atmosphere had already reached a climax. Although Nanfengzhou is not as good as the capital, it is also a place with outstanding people and places. In just half a day, nine good poems were written, except two. Slightly inferior, the remaining seven poems are all excellent works. They express the beauty of moonlight from all aspects, one century-old golden light poem, three silver light excellent works, three white light three lines, two cursive poems...
The surrounding students sighed deeply: "I can appreciate so many moonlight poems today, and I guess there won't be any good moonlight poems in ten years!"
"Everyone is exposed?" Guo Yunkai asked: "Only me and Xu Que are left? You or me first?"
"You go first!" Xu Que made a gesture of invitation.
Guo Yunkai nodded slightly and directly lifted the seal on the gold paper.
"The bright moon shines brightly on the high-rise buildings, and the night is hazy and the scenery is quiet. My thoughts are endless, and I look at the endless horizon..."
As the poem slowly unfolded, the golden light was fully revealed. Suddenly, colored light began to diffuse from the golden light, and the entire place was enveloped in colorful colors.
The surrounding students were shocked, colorful poems!
A thousand-year-old colorful poem was actually published!
Xu Que's calm expression finally changed, and he looked at Guo Yunkai quietly.
The student who was just commenting on the poem around me exclaimed: "Looking at the tall building, the scenery is quiet, and the beauty of the moonlight is fully expressed. My thoughts are endless, and I look at the endless horizon. What a sad feeling this is. It is worthy of being a Nanfengzhou poem. Talented man, Guo Yunkai, when a thousand-year-old masterpiece of colorful poetry comes out, who can compete with it? I am lucky enough to see such a masterpiece today. I am really lucky for three lifetimes!"
Xu Fan's whole body was stiff. What he was most afraid of was that the other party would compose colorful poems. If you know the charm of thousand-year-old colorful poems, they would be included in poetry anthologies!
For the first time in his life, he hoped that there was no such thing as colorful poems in the world. As for Xu Que's face, he could also see it. If he lost...
"Good poetry, really good poetry!" Xu Que said with a smile and applauded.
"You shouldn't challenge us with wild words!" Guo Yunkai said calmly.
