In this hall, it seemed that only the charming Clam Girl was serving. However, just this old man who read out the rules made all the clan scholars dare not act rashly.
The Dragon King who brought them here had mentioned that this was the ancestral land of the Dragon Clan, and there were countless old dragons sitting in the depths.
The white-bearded old man standing at the top is dressed in Confucian robes, has kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and speaks like a common scholar, with a gentle and clear tone, which makes people feel like spring breeze.
But is he really the great scholar of the human race that the scholars know?
No, appearing here and presiding over the Dragon Palace Poetry Conference must be an old dragon that all dragon kings and gods must respect.
The human race's Heavenly Court rules this world, and almost all dragon races, from childhood to old age, like to transform into humans.
Literary level and Long Ling's recognition?
The rules are very simple, but Long Lingzhi's words made all the scholars look at the pillars at the four corners of the hall.
It is covered with various majestic dragon patterns, and the carved dragon bodies with teeth and claws are carved, and the dragon pillars are lifelike.
It is not just an ordinary palace pillar, but also the shelter of many dragon spirits.
Wouldn't it be unfair to let dragon spirits also participate in poetry evaluation? There are too many personal preference factors involved.
However, the scholars only dare to complain in their hearts. In the poetry gathering held by the Dragon Clan, who only cares about the literary spirit.
However, many people felt unsure after hearing the rules and thought that they could not come in vain, so when the banquet was held, all the gentle and elegant scholars turned into hungry ghosts and swallowed spiritual food wantonly.
An hour later, the palace was already in a mess.
"Now that everyone has eaten and drank enough, let's start writing and finish it in half an hour!"
"By the way, unlike the imperial examination room, during this period, the literary visions written by the scholars are not restricted."
Before the old man in Confucian uniform finished speaking, one by one the clam girls twisted their waists to bring pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and at the same time cleared everything on the table.
This is not over yet, the clam girls will also add fragrance to their red sleeves. They spit out the bright and bright pearls in their belly, then use the object control technique to suspend them, and grind the ink in the inkstone little by little.
The shy face, coupled with the fragrance overflowing from the ink, made the weak-willed scholar a little stunned.
Of course Zhou Bai wouldn't. He was enjoying the top-notch service. While searching for Long's poems in his mind, he observed the large penholder that the shrimp soldiers carried to the middle.
There are two dark brushes hanging on the pen holder. The bristles on the pen tips are loose, as if they have not been stained with ink for a long time.
A very plain and normal brush? No, Zhou Bai clearly saw the mighty literary spirit accumulated over the years.
Sure enough, the next moment, the old man in Confucian uniform pointed with one hand, and two brushes suddenly released ink light that swept across the entire hall, seeming to form some kind of formation field.
This is the magic weapon for the literary test!
The scholars took a deep breath and concentrated on conceiving ideas. Some inspiration suddenly appeared, and they had already begun to draft and record words and sentences.
Everyone here is a talented person in the state. It is not difficult to write a poem on the spot, let alone half an hour.
Even the most difficult dragon poems to write in ancient times are not difficult for them. In less than a cup of tea, literary style appears on many rice papers on the table.
Thoughts welled up and pens flowed, each one expressed his poetic talent under the witness of many dragon spirits.
Soon, the first young scholar to complete the poem appeared. The three-foot-high red literary style looked very dazzling, especially the faint golden color at the top, which stirred the mood of all the scholars.
"The brocade chariot goes out to the sky, and the veil opens in the clouds..."
Crimson poems even have the potential of golden poems. As long as they are recognized by the dragon clan, they will have the dragon clan's energy to transport them into the ranks of golden poems.
The quality of the poem is not too high, but it is too fast. The rising red pillar disrupts the rhythm of many people's poetry writing.
At this time, the participating scholars also understood why they should reveal the literary style of their poems in the process of writing poems. It should have the purpose of testing more.
The owner of this red poem must have understood the mystery of it and used a strange strategy. He would rather lower some of the literary quality to write it first.
One is to be number one and attract the attention of the dragon spirits, so that they may appreciate and recognize him.
Indeed, some straightforward Long Lingzhen likes this style, thinking quickly and writing freely.
No, a subtle dragon roar came from the four majestic dragon pillars, and then more than ten light spots flew out.
They put three feet of red energy into the pillar and turned it into firewood and food, which immediately increased it by two feet.
The second purpose is to use rules to disrupt many people's inspirational thinking and make them shaken.
He also succeeded in this. Several scholars were interrupted because of the rising literary spirit and the movement of Long Ling's approval, and their expressions were extremely embarrassing.
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Zhou Bai also looked up and found that the owner of the red poem was specially pointed out to him by the Dragon King of Ningjiang, and invited scholars on behalf of the Dragon King of Ningjiang.
Although he didn't know who this person was, he must be from Daizhou.
Both belong to the seven northern states, and the culture in Daizhou is a little better than that in Dingzhou. Compared with the states in the central region, it is much worse, let alone Jiangnan, where culture is prosperous.
Zhou Bai nodded slightly, thinking that he was not strong enough, so his unexpected move was considered extraordinary.
For Zhou Bai, who is determined and determined, not only will he not be disturbed, he can even comment on the current situation.
Which scholars lost their composure, and which scholars were calm and composed, were all seen by him.
Some people were flustered because of the appearance of the "first", and naturally some people rushed to catch up. Within a moment, red poems and even golden poems gradually appeared.
The light of culture bloomed freely in the main hall, and the pillars of culture and energy each occupied one side, competing with each other and refusing to give in to each other.
Three feet of red air, five feet of golden light, all kinds of dragon poems and hundreds of flowers bloom.
Under this kind of pressure, some people soon wrote low-quality poems in a hurry because their mentality was not up to par.
Those few streaks of white energy in front of the shining red gold pillars looked so unbearable that not even a dragon spirit would recognize it.
Finally, with the foreshadowing of many poems, Zhou Bai gradually figured out the preferences of the dragon spirits, domineering, majestic, majestic, majestic...
At this time, Zhou Bai was already under the attack of many literary pillars, and the light of literary style illuminated the rice paper on his table into a brilliant light, not to mention the strange look in the scholar's eyes after he finished writing was very piercing.
A scholar from Luozhou had already raised the quality of the pillars to six feet with gold energy!
At the last moment, Zhou Bai put pen to paper and it was done in one fell swoop.
The dragon walks on the crimson air, and the sky half-talks each other.
Chaos is the first judgment of doubt, and prehistoric times are like the beginning of division.
The final poem title is Dragon Walking.
The majestic power of the real dragon is vividly displayed in a few words.
In another hall, all the Dragon Gods gathered here. In the middle was a lotus pond. The shining water on it showed the scene of the poetry competition.
The dragon gods were speechless when they saw Zhou Bai's poem. This boy couldn't have been a dragon in his previous life. How could he understand what they were thinking so well?
Ningjiang Dragon King's gloomy expression suddenly brightened up, and he grinned broadly. He saw the right person, he didn't see the wrong person.
I just like to show off, which is not good, why do I have to write it last?
He nudged Dai Ning Dragon King with his elbow, who had been mocking him before: "How? Don't Dai Ning Dragon King make some comments?"
"Why are you so anxious? Can you tell the quality of the poems? It's a joke! I haven't shown the literary spirit yet. What if it's just a red poem? Let's see how you end it." Dragon King Dai Ning stubbornly refused to bow his head and replied with a stiff neck.
However, in the next moment, the literary energy of Longxingzhi burst out, golden energy, seven feet!
