Second Master Zhu said, "Don't worry, as long as Mr. Xu's poems are not at the bottom, you will win!"

Looking for opportunities to find faults, Master Zhu has determined that Xia Zimo is extremely guilty.●⌒,.

The four people entered the room, and servants soon brought in four huge screens. The screens were covered with fine Xuanhua soft white tribute paper, which was spread vertically and horizontally. In front of each screen, there was a square made of nearly purple golden sandalwood.

The case is laid out with Yunyan inkstones for grinding ink and golden wolf brushes.

Zhu Ergongzi said, "I show fairness. This time, I will ask you to write the questions on paper, one question for each table. Finally, they will be gathered together. The girl in the green skirt will take out three questions, and then the four people on the field will write their essays respectively. Due to time,

Limited, the subject matter is limited to two poems, and the limit is half a stick of incense. "After that, he looked at Xia Zimo provocatively, as if he wanted Xia Zimo to continue to criticize.

However, this consideration was so thorough that Xia Zimo wanted to find fault but was unable to do so.

Not long after, everyone had drafted the topic and gathered it at the Second Young Master Zhu. All the folded notes were placed in a transparent bottle.

Young Master Zhu shook his head a few times, moved to the desk where Xia Zimo was, handed the bottle over, and said with a proud smile, "Please, beauty."

Xia Zimo glared at him, put his hand into the bottle and picked out three pieces of paper. Mr. Zhu held up the three pieces of paper and walked quickly to the field. He was about to open it when he heard Xia Zimo say, "Wait a minute! You are right, Wen Wu

First, Wu Wu. Second, all four of them have written essays. Who will judge the winner? If the words are similar, let everyone judge. Everyone here is asking for help from your government. How can I convince others? ""I knew it earlier.

You can do something like this, look at this."

Xiao Fuden stood up and entered the circle, untied the spirit bird bag around his waist, and released a duck. The duck was only the size of a civet cat, with bright feathers, a golden crown on top, and a pair of dark broad bean eyes that were spinning around in its sockets.

"Rui Ya!"

"There is such a strange beast!"

"I wonder if it is as magical as the rumors say."

While everyone was chatting, the duck fluttered its feathers. It flew into the air, but it couldn't fly more than a foot high, but it was quite fast. Finally, it landed on the table where Xia Zimo was. After staring at her for a while, it uttered human words.

, "Beautiful girl, serve me well and ensure that you are well-fed and well-fed. All your wishes will come true."

"roll!"

With a snap of his palm, Xia Zimo slapped the duck away.

The duck had excellent defense and not a single feather was scattered. It quacked and said, "Beautiful girl, quickly apologize to this young master, otherwise you will be better off."

Xiao Fuden couldn't stand it any longer, so he got a ring in his hand and knocked it gently. The duck flew in the air, quacking, and cursed, "I'm going to fuck you, uncle, take it, don't fucking knock it."

Got it!"

Xiao Fuchen snorted coldly, "Shaoguang, if you dare to be so arrogant again, I will lock you up for a year next time!"

Duck glared at Xiao Fuden bitterly, spread his wings, and stood in the middle of the field angrily, "If you have any nonsense, tell me now, grandma. Judging from your posture, you must be holding a poetry meeting again. Holding a poetry meeting

That’s it, it’s okay to write a bunch of bad poems, it’s okay to write a bunch of bad poems, but you still want me to judge them, it’s disgusting to me. Last time I listened to Yi Er Zhuangzi composed a song called “

"Song of Snow", the snow is falling for six days and nine days, just like a beautiful girl descending to Qiong Yao. One day the sky clears, and those who use brooms use brooms, and those who use spades use spades. Those who use spades are so disgusting that I can only vomit acid water for several days.

I have something to say beforehand. If I encounter someone like this again, I would rather hit the wall and commit suicide than be humiliated."

“It’s safe to comment!”

Xiao Fuchen glanced at him coldly, looked at Xu Yida and said, "Let Rui Ya be the judge. You should have no objection." "Very good, prepare the money!"

Xu Yi said calmly.

Rui Ya, he had seen in "Ten Thousand Monsters", is the most peculiar monster among the top three monsters among the heavenly monsters. He is born with no attack ability, but he has the same superpower. He has amazing intelligence and can speak when he reaches his wisdom stage.

He speaks people's language, knows how to write by himself, has a good nature and is well-read in many books, and can memorize his memory. According to legend, whoever captures Ruiya will bring good luck to him.

And because the Swiss Duck has no attack ability, even ordinary wild animals are invincible in its seedling stage. Therefore, the survival rate is extremely low. The world has not seen the Swiss Duck in hundreds of years, but today we encountered it.

In addition, the sky demon is aloof and arrogant. Even if it is trapped, it is often not docile to its master. Just looking at the surly behavior of this Rui duck, it is obvious that it will not be biased towards Xiao Fusheng. Moreover, Rui duck released the spirit bird bag last and did not know the previous one.

Love and impartiality are enough to guarantee. "Then let's get started!"

Second Young Master Zhu unfolded a piece of paper and said loudly, "The first question is about rivers and lakes. Composition with the theme of rivers and lakes. There is no limit on poems and the time limit is one hundred breaths."

As soon as Mr. Zhu finished speaking, Liu Jiubian, Li Xiuluo and Jiang Nanxun all started walking slowly in the field, looking for inspiration. Xu Yi alone stood still.

Xiao Fuchen and Second Young Master Zhu looked at each other and smiled, knowing that this was a sure win.

Unexpectedly, before the two of them smiled, Xu Yi recalled the answer from the depths of his mind. Seeing that he was not moving at all, he swung out his left palm, and the wolf hair that was ten feet away was hit by the airflow and jumped up in the air. The hair of the wolf was stuck in the inkstone.

Full of ink, the soft white paper flew up, the pen moved quickly, and a line of beautiful words appeared one after another.

When Xu Yi revealed his move, the expressions of Jiang Nanxun and Li Xiuluo changed at the same time, and the whole place burst into exclamations of surprise.

Most of the people on the field were strong in the Qi Sea Realm, and there were quite a few who were proficient in martial arts. Those who could control the Qi so easily could only use two fingers. Even Jiang Nanxun thought to himself that if he concentrated his mind, he could do it.

But I am definitely not as free and easy as this person.

"good!"

"

After finishing a line of the poem, the atmosphere in the whole place suddenly solidified. Jiang Nanxun, Li Xiuluo, and Liu Jiubian even stopped thinking and stared at the paper.

This sentence is so powerful that if there is another good sentence in the follow-up, the three of them will have no room to work hard.

"The storms in the world are like those in my generation, just like the years in the rivers and lakes. In the midst of talking and laughing about grand plans and great achievements, I can't bear to be drunk in life. I lift my sword and ride astride to wave ghost rain. Bones are like mountains and birds are flying. The world is like a tide and people are like water. Only a few people in the rivers and lakes are sighing.

Return."

After writing the last stroke, the whole place fell into dead silence.

Dai Viet is a country of poetry. Although people may not be talented in writing poetry, everyone loves to read and appreciate poetry.

The diction of this poem written by Xu Yi cannot be said to be beautiful, and the rhythm is not rigorous, but it is extremely powerful and has a far-reaching artistic conception. The final aria directly points to people's hearts and makes people sigh.

When a poem reaches this point, all the rhythm, rigor, and everything else have to make way for this majestic atmosphere and timeless artistic conception.

"Good poem, really damn good poem, quack, listening to this poem, it's worth losing ten years of my life, quack, the boy in black is so talented, Yaya Pai is so talented!"
Chapter completed!