This method is to force Zhou Sanyong to admit defeat and become a disciple. Even if he turned it back in the last round, the ceremony of respecting the teacher has been fulfilled, and if he wins, it means he won. The scholar is extremely awesome, and now the two are fighting poems again. In front of everyone, Zhou Sanyong would be humble but not speak.

At this critical moment, the audience below was not happy. The sick Wang Aiqing got out of the crowd and took the lead and shouted, "Put tea, pour tea..." The atmosphere in the audience was warm. Cheng Zhiyuan smiled while Luo Hou still had a dark face and did not speak.

Duan Mingyu winked at Zhou San, but it was a little provocative. Zhou San was helpless and gritted his teeth, got up to pour tea, and delivered it to Duan Mingyu and said, "Mr. Mingyu, please use tea!"

Duan Mingyu laughed loudly, and the big thorn sat on the chair without getting up. He took the teacup, nodded like an old pedan and said, "Three-purpose boy, haha, it's really a child who can teach, a child who can teach... Well, I'm very pleased!"

Cheng Zhiyuan stood up and said, "Since that's the case, then let's play another round!"

The master shouted: "Then just listen to Lord Cheng, you will compete for another round. The five strong men are still competing for the top three. The five talents are naturally a palindrome poem, and the time is still limited to one stick of incense. Now the timing begins."

Wednesday said with a sinister smile, "Let's see how you can make another palindrome poem!"

Duan Mingyu smiled relaxedly, saying that there was no pressure. It was used on Wednesday and Wednesday. You should know that you are not competing with me alone, but you are competing with all the great poets since the Tang Dynasty. Our plug-in will not have any suspense torture you.

A stick of incense is always so fast, and when the last bit of ashes burns out, a gong will ring.

Duan Mingyu looked at Zhou Sanyong. The guy wiped the sweat from his forehead, looking like he was shocked.

Cheng Zhiyuan smiled like a chrysanthemum, stood up and said loudly with a full breath, "Time is up, five talented men, can there be a poem written?"

On Wednesday, he walked out with a big strode and said, "The student has a poem written in his poem!"

Cheng Zhiyuan smiled and said, "It's so great, you young man, come on!"

On Wednesday, he walked forward two steps, gently tilted the folding fan, and said gracefully: "It's too far away, too far away, too far away,

Who knows the deep love of this words?

I'll drink a glass of wine if I feel sad.

Tears were wet under the dim light.”

"Although this poem is not a top-notch masterpiece, it is feasible to deal with it and pass this level!" Cheng Zhiyuan said quite dissatisfied.

"Student...shamed!" Zhou San said with his fists.

Zhou Meng turned around and looked at the other four people. I can only barely pass the test, so what if you guys do!

Fang Wenzhong and Xie Xiande were still looking at each other. Obviously, after two incense sticks, no one of the two people was written. It can be seen that this poem is indeed difficult, because both of them have great talents.

"Mr. Cheng, I have not been able to write a poem on the palindrome!"

"There are the same!" Fang Wenzhong and Xie Xiande withdrew from the field with regret.

Stopped in the top five, and the results were not too bad. On Wednesday, he looked proud and obviously felt very accomplished.

As a result, the five people went there and three of them. Zhou Sanyong advanced steadily. At this moment, Cao Song stood up and said, "I am not talented, but I have a poem written!"

Cheng Zhiyuan said with a smile, "Cao Da Caizi is indeed Cao Da Caizi. I believe you will definitely live up to expectations, so I will recite it!"

Cao Song hugged his fists, and then said in a clean and neat manner, "The bright moon is empty, the cold trees are autumn, and the geese are by the beautiful shadows by the water are by the building. When the sound and songs are heard, the fallen leaves are shocked to return to the sorrow in the dream. The mountains and rivers are everywhere, and the distant mountains and seas are green. I feel that I have many separations and chaos in my life, and the travelers are still stranded with the clouds."

"Okay, it's really a good poem!" Everyone was cheering and thrilling, and Zhou Yong's face suddenly turned blue. This poem was more than one level higher than his in terms of artistic conception and parallelism.

Duan Mingyu sighed long, indeed, his reputation is well-deserved, Cao Song’s popularity for this thousand years was really not in vain, and human potential was indeed unpredictable. I, Duan, still underestimated the achievements of ancient people in poetry, songs and essays.

"But there are still people who have written poems. If not, this round will be made to the finals with talented men and Cao Song on Wednesday!" The master announced loudly.

Duan Mingyu went up, and she was wearing white clothes, and her graceful appearance appeared on it.

Cheng Junyu gently patted his chest after the screen, "It's okay, fortunately, my brother has finally overcome this level!"

Wan Yanyan teased and said, "Yes, for the sake of the beauty Cheng, the official has made great efforts, and it is not easy to win!"

Duan Mingyu chanted leisurely: "Today I am fighting the poems on this Weijing River. Let's write a poem about the beautiful scenery of this lake. Please listen to it. The green water beside the forest, and the sun sets to look back. The lonely moon in the ancient temple in the secluded forest, the cold wells and springs reflect the platform. Gulls fly all over the sloping gulls, and fishing boats are flying around, and cranes come with the sacred pavilions. Walking on the path, walking on the flowers and smoke, the stream flows away and the boats are blooming."

Cheng Zhiyuan reminisced for a moment and recited the poem backwards: "Open the tent and paddle the distant stream, walk on the fireworks and walk on the path to visit the fairy pavilion and accompany the cranes, boating and fishing gulls are full of flying gulls. The platform reflects the green springs and the wells are cold, the moon is bright and the lonely temple is quiet. Looking back at the four mountains, watching the setting sun, the forest is green and the water is green."

"Okay, okay..." The applause in the hall was like thunder, spreading throughout the Weijing River. Everyone in the hall was stunned for a moment, and then there was a tide of applause, which was all the sincere words of everyone. Everyone could not accept it when they heard him chanting the words casually. Fang Wenzhong Xie Xiande and others who had withdrawn from the competition had already slapped the tables. This Duan Jieshuai was simply the best literary talent in the Tang Dynasty. In this round of competition, Duan Mingyu deserved to be the first.

In this last round of competition, Duan Mingyu was calm and generous. Not only was he not afraid of the talented man in the capital, he also defeated him in a mess, ruining his confidence in the bottom, which was extremely beautiful.

On Wednesday, he turned pale and then turned pale again, and he couldn't make a sound.

Cheng Junyu recited it silently twice, and suddenly shouted: "Brother Duan won, Yanyan, brother won."

"Shh..." Wan Yanyan raised her slender index finger and signaled that the two were eavesdropping, so don't let people know. She was no longer surprised by her elder brother's ability, and she didn't ask much when she heard this, and laughed: "Sister Junyu, don't worry now. I said a long time ago that officials will never disappoint people."

Cheng Zhiyuan applauded and smiled, "Okay, Mr. Duan is indeed very talented and knowledgeable. Mr. Duan has also passed this level."
Chapter completed!