The water of the leek baba has frozen all over the winter, but it is still endless.◇↓◇↓,

In the darkness, the song comes from afar, with a bold and loud tone, piercing through the vast night.

This tune shocked the spirit, and the lyrics were even more shocking.

Everyone stared at the river surface, and gradually, the singing became closer and closer. A young scholar on the river surface was walking on a sled, coming like an arrow. The cold wind blew up his robe, but his graceful posture showed even more free and generous. He was really a handsome scholar.

"It's first awakening!" Lu Mingyuan stood up and said loudly.

Shi Wushuang nodded quickly, with a look of ecstasy on his face, and praised: "The first awakening is really literary and elegant. This is the tune of Qinyuanchun. This lyrics are heroic and extraordinary, and it has a great atmosphere..."

While speaking, Tang Yu's sled had already rushed into Bashui.

But when the sled rises in the air, Tang Yu is in mid-air, and then he rushes more than ten feet high, then steadily lands on the streets of Baling. It is light and clever. This skill is as gorgeous as a warrior. The scholars in the Yaju Pavilion have never seen it before, and they all admire it for a moment.

Tang Yu's singing stopped and laughed loudly. He had already rushed into the Yaju Pavilion and said, "Wuling student Tang Xianjue has seen everyone who learnt Baling first. When he was in Wuling, Xianjue admired the mountains and rivers of Baling. It is a great blessing to see him today. With such a grand scene, all talents gathered. How could he not have poems and wine?"

While speaking, Tang Yu was already standing in the center of Yaju Pavilion. His eyes swept over the scholars of the Dongguo family, and he was happy and fearless in the face of Dongguo Ji's burning gaze.

He turned his head and looked at the seat of Zhao Lin, the governor of Baling, but bowed in a regular manner: "Boy Meng Lang, I don't know that Lord Zhao is also there. Tang Yu from Wuling pays homage to Lord Zhao!"

Zhao Lin laughed loudly and stood up quickly and said, "Please get up quickly. I can't stand this gift from Tang Yu Shizi. Today, with the talented man in Tang Yu, how could he not have any poems? Come and the boy in the pen and ink serves..."

With his order, a boy from the pen and ink brought to the poem mat, as if he had completely forgotten that today was a battle meeting.

"Slowly, Lord Zhao, what are you doing? Are you going to proclaim your troops to seize the leader?" An old man from the Dongguo family said angrily.

"Haha... Zhao Lin, you are so confused! Today is a battle between the Dongguo family and the Lu Sect. What is your purpose to give orders here?" Lu Guangzhong laughed.

Zhao Lin frowned and said, "Brother Lu, do you need a plaque for fighting? We are all disciples of saints. You should pick up poetry and songs at will. How can I say that the plaque is a noisy soldier to seize the throne? At most, it can only be considered as the perfect friendship of my landlord..."

"Haha!" Lu Men Lu Mingyuan laughed and said, "Mr. Zhao, you have backfired. Could it be that you didn't know that Tang Xianjue was the number one talented man in Wuling and had unparalleled poetry? If you asked Xianjue to compete with the scholars of the Dongguo family, wouldn't that slap Lord Ji in the face?"

Zhao Lin frowned and said, "Is that true?" He looked confused and waved his hand quickly, "Now, let's remove the poem mat first!"

Several boys were about to withdraw the poems. Zhang Da from the Dongguo family stood up and said, "Slowly, Lu Mingyuan, my Dongguo family is one of the three major families of Great Chu. Whether it is practice or talented, it is difficult for the country of Great Chu to have a rival. Do you say this? Do you think that my Dongguo family dares to compete with Tang Xianjue for poetry?"

Sun Dong came up in a red robe and said, "Of course, the Dongguo family is not comparable to Tang Xianjue. Lord Ji is a top-notch poet. If Lord Ji takes action, can Tang Xianjue win? What's more, the Dongguo family's famous poets are not just Lord Ji, but the Dongguo family's head is also both outstanding in poetry. That's even more amazing.

Tang Xianjue is just a child with a yellow mouth. How can he compare with the hundreds of years of Dongguo family?”

"Haha..." Lu Mingyuan laughed loudly. He laughed so hard that he leaned forward and joined hands, and the Baling scholars also laughed together.

Dong Guoji's face changed and he clenched his fists secretly. He could see that the Baling academic community is clearly causing trouble today. This is the Ji Sun family's intention to demolish his platform.

Sun Dong was really brave. Today, he dared to humiliate the Dongguo family like this. Just imagine that the Dongguo family is among the three major families. How could it be that Dongguo Ji, a scholar of the Dongguo Academy, compete with Tang Xianjue in the Dongguo Ji? He said this clearly to stand up for Tang Xianjue!

However, Dong Guoji was Dong Guoji after all, so his expression returned to normal in an instant, saying, "It's better to compare poetry or cultivation. Since it's a big comparison, I can naturally compare the knowledge of my saints. Since Lord Zhao said he wanted to compare poetry, let the descendants of my Dong Guo family see the style of Wuling's number one.

Maocai, you will compete with Tang Xianjue!"

Behind Dong Guoji, a young man in his twenties stood up. He was not very handsome and dressed in a gray robe, and was unknown.

Shi Wushuang frowned when he saw this person. As a scholar from the Lu clan, he has lived in Chudu for a long time, so he naturally knows the Dongguo family quite well.

The Dongguo family likes to hide secrets the most. Many outstanding scholars among the other disciples are hidden by them. On the one hand, they use these scholars to temper the scholars of the family, and on the other hand, they also secretly cultivate secret practitioners and perform conspiracies and tricks.

This scholar named Maocai was named Lu Maocai, but he was proficient in poetry and verses. Shi Wushuang once saw this person's talent at the princess' birthday party. At that time, poetry was used to cheer him up. The Dongguo family let this person come forward, and he defeated the talented people of various families, which was a great show of the limelight.

"Hey, Mingyuan, Master tells me to teach you the way of human nature along the way. Today I will ask you, why didn't the Dongguo family send Zhang Da and Xianjue, one of the three famous masters, to compete with poetry, but to send such unknown scholars to compete with each other?"

Lu Mingyuan smiled and said, "Fifth Brother, you underestimate me too much! The three masters of the Dongguo family are four arts and three masters. Zhang Da only knows how to paint, but he can't write poetry at all. How could Lord Ji send him to compare poetry with Xianjue?"

"Nonsense!" Shi Wushuang said angrily: "You kid, really miserable. Who do you think of Lord Ji as? The Dongguo family is a three-famous family, Lord Ji is even more noble. Today, he is comparing with poetry. He doesn't want to take advantage of the presumption, so he didn't send Zhang Da to his job!"

Lu Mingyuan was stunned for a moment and said, "Senior Brother, I will not accept you if you say this. Do you think I don't know this Maocai? At the princess's birthday party, he wrote a song "Candle Shadow and Red Fu" that surpassed Miss Ji Sun. He was praised by the horse queen and was the only one who was named Chudu. He is not an unknown person!"

The two brothers asked and answered questions, as if they were talking privately, but the sound was very loud.

After saying this, everyone in the audience knew that Lu Mao was not an idle person. Dong Guoji snorted softly, but did not argue.

Zhao Lin frowned and said, "This is inappropriate. Since it is a fight between the Lumen and the Dongguo family today, it is a grudge between the two families. Since it is not a private fight, all the scholars of the Dongguo family can participate. The Lumen should do this. Although this Lumen is very talented, he is just an unknown person after all. He has lowered his identity as a Lumen with an unknown person... "

Lu Mingyuan said: "What does Lord Zhao mean? Could it be that Lord Zhao let Xianjue fight against the scholar Gao from the Dongguo family alone? It's really outrageous!"

Zhao Lin said: "Why is this unreasonable? Who made the Dongguo family more and your Lumen fewer? If all the three hundred scholars of your Lumen are here, and you 300 people will naturally have no one to question the Dongguo family..."

Lu Mingyuan is still waiting to argue, but Shi Wushuang said: "Mr. Zhao said it well, the Dongguo family is so crowded! If it weren't for a large number of people, how could they be qualified to challenge our Lumen?"

"Stop it all!" Dong Guoji said coldly, "What's the ability to show off his words? If you really want to compare it, just compare it! Since there is a scholar from the East Palace here today, Jiang Yunhan, you can give a question! This time, the comparison of poems!"

Dong Guoji said, suppressing all the ridicule. As the tiger of the Dong Guo family, he has his own majesty.

Even though this situation seems to be unfavorable to the Dongguo family, with him here, the scholars of the Dongguo family are all confident and not affected by the words around them.

Shi Wushuang frowned secretly, and couldn't help but feel a cold sweat for Tang Yu.

It would be fine if the other people in the Dongguo family were led today, but Dongguoji was really too difficult to deal with. If Tang Yu wanted to pass the battle today, there would be no place to take advantage of his own talent and cultivation.

Looking at Tang Yu again, he looked calm from beginning to end, and stood proudly in the center of Yaju Pavilion without saying anything.

The battle did not begin, but its momentum was touching and unshakable. Everyone also looked at Tang Yu with admiration.

"Mr. Ji said it well, there is no need to show off his verbal benefits. The scholars of the Dongguo family don't need to say how many people there are. Whether it is a comparing poem or a way of practicing, you will just let the horses come over. I don't think there is more people you have, but you will suffer the consequences if you have less. Hehe..." Tang Yu said coldly.

His words were extremely arrogant, but he could not see any arrogant expression in his expression.

If other scholars said this, someone would immediately stand up and scold him as a crazy person. However, when Tang Yu said this, the whole audience was silent, and no one felt that there was anything wrong with saying this.

This is the momentum. When he stood there, he gave people the feeling of being motionless. Facing Dong Guoji, he still had such a demeanor, which really makes people sigh.

Jiang Yunhan looked at Tang Yu deeply, with a complicated expression. He stood up and said:

"Mr. Mengji trusts me, and today I will give a title. My title is a regular verse, and the title is "Booman Resentment", requiring the poem to be embedded with thirteen words, "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, ten, and ten million", ", "Lisi, Xi, Chicken, Qi, and Crying Rhyme. Both sides take turns to write poems, violating the rules is a loss, if the rhythm is wrong, if the realm is not out, if the state is not out, if the half-pillars of incense is not answered, if you think it is a loss. What do you think?"

"ah……"

All the scholars were shocked. Jiang Yunhan's question was a proposition for making artistic poems, which was too difficult.

There are only so many words in a poem, but it must contain a fixed thirteen characters and also limits the rhyme, which undoubtedly makes it more difficult to write a poem.

These questions are usually propositions that the top talents in a large family question each other and use. When the proposition is released, they have to stay at home and think about it for a few days, and then meet each other to compete.

It is really difficult to write such a poem like today.
Chapter completed!