Zhong Shenxiu's eyes lit up: "Li Hansha made a golden sentence so quickly."

Ma Daihua and Li Dongchang couldn't wait to raise their heads and look at it. Their positions were not far from the wooden table. The three of them immediately saw the wine poem written by Li Hansha:

I have a bottle of wine that I would like to give to people far away.

I hope that I will consider it carefully and talk about this lifelong relationship.

After Li Dongchang read it once, he loudly said: "What a poem."

Good poetry, indeed good poetry.

This poem not only captures the title, but also uses words and contrasts, which are all excellent. The artistic conception is profound and the golden sentences are well-deserved.

…

"What a golden sentence. He wrote a golden sentence in such a short time. He is worthy of senior Li Hansha."

"I have a bottle of wine that I would like to give to people far away.

I hope you will consider it carefully and talk about this lifelong relationship."

"Senior Li Hansha should get extra points for writing a golden sentence in such a short time, right?"

In the crowd, Mowu students were much more excited than non-Mowu students. Li Hansha's move could be said to be a good start for Mowu.

Li Hansha has always been highly anticipated by Mowu. Not only the general audience, but also Mowu's mentor, also pinned most of Mowu's hopes for the championship on Li Hansha.

Li Hansha's performance in the first level was also good, even perfect. The only pity was that he failed to stop Diwu, causing Mowu to fall behind Diwu by two points.

But objectively speaking, Li Hansha's performance is definitely worthy of his trump card status. As soon as this level started, Li Hansha was the first to complete the first round of wine poems, and the poems became golden and the golden sentences were completed.

Wan Zhaorong and Fang Ziheng also looked at him sideways. They both stopped writing at almost the same time. Their wine poems also had golden patterns, as if they were about to jump out of the page. Unfortunately, their poems failed to become golden.

Missing the last step.

"pity."

"In Wan Zhaorong's poems, the golden light floats on the paper without penetrating through. It feels like it is just one step away from becoming a golden sentence."

"There is no way. It is so important for a writer to create poems and perform them on-site. Even a third- or fourth-grade writer may not be able to write a golden line."

"At the very least, the poems written by Wan Zhaorong and Fang Ziheng are among the best, and they are infinitely close to the golden lines."

…

Zhong Shenxiu watched the three wine poems one by one and was quite emotional.

In terms of talent and poetic talent, Li Hansha, Wan Zhaorong, and Fang Ziheng are definitely not inferior to their peers, or even better.

However, Qin Mo has not moved on the competition stage until now.

There was no action. It wasn't that Qin Mo couldn't think of wine poems, it was just that he had too many ideas in his mind.

But in the eyes of everyone, Qin Mo looked like he was stumped by wine and poetry.

Shan Xin looked worried and said, "Qin Mo, aren't you stumped by wine poems?"

Lin Zhishui also said: "This possibility cannot be ruled out. Creating on the spot is a test of inspiration and state. Besides, in terms of talent, Qin Mo is indeed not as good as Li Hansha and others."

Not talented enough.

Although Qin Mo's performance in the first level of antithetical couplets is amazing, but in terms of talent, Qin Mo is only at the first level.

…

While Qin Mo was thinking, he also looked at the time. Fifteen minutes had passed.

He glanced at the Mowu students in the auditorium and felt quite happy. Do you think I, Qin Mo, was destined to lose?

Zhong Shenxiu stood on the stage. Seeing Qin Mo's lack of movement, he couldn't help but remind him: "Qin Mo, there are only five minutes left."

The last five minutes.

When Qin Mo was about to choose a drinking poem from his mind, he suddenly saw Li Dongchang beside Zhong Shenxiu.

Li Dongchang is a military martial artist and the commander of the Demonic Military Army.

Qin Mo moved and walked directly to the wooden table.

"He figured it out?"

A pair of eyes followed Qin Mo.

I saw Qin Mo walking towards the wooden table, his body full of talent. In the parallel world of the previous life, there were many drinking poems circulated, and even more famous ones. Qin Mo's favorite was the song to encourage drinking by Shixian.

But it's obvious that Qin Mo's song to encourage drinking this round is not appropriate.

Qin Mo, who had already thought of another song, glanced at Li Dongchang on the stage. The talent around Qin Mo's body moved with his thoughts, and the scene of a golden horse and an iron horse fighting in the demon space could not help but appear in his mind.

The tip of the pen also moved with Qin Mo's thoughts.

Half a minute later, the poem was completed.

Buzz——

When the poem was completed, a full two inches of golden light came out through the paper, like a condensed golden glow rushing out of the paper.

"This is, the golden light is two inches long, it is a quatrain poem."

Zhong Shenxiu reacted quickly. The moment he saw the golden light, he understood that it was a quatrain poem.

Li Dongchang said nothing, his eyes immediately fixed on the paper smoothed by Qin Mo:

The luminous cup of grape wine reminds you immediately if you want to drink Pipa.

"Well written." After reading the first two sentences, Li Dongchang felt that it was extremely smooth. His talent moved with the poems and began to vibrate endlessly.

Immediately afterwards, Li Dongchang looked back and said two words:

Lord Don't laugh while lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times?

In an instant, Jin Ge demons stained the foreign land with blood. Li Dongchang recalled countless memories, scenes of battles in different dimensions, and the military masters under his command died heavily in order to resist the demons, with corpses everywhere and mountains piled up.

Li Dongchang's eyes were inexplicably moist, his hands were trembling, and he couldn't help but mutter: "You are lying drunk on the battlefield, Lord Don't laugh, how many people have fought in ancient times?"

"What a line, 'Don't laugh, Lord, lying drunk on the battlefield, how many people have fought in ancient times?'"

Li Dongchang looked at Qin Mo as if he were looking at an old friend for many years.

To be able to write such a free and easy wine poem, to be able to write such a wine poem that touched Li Dongchang, even Li Dongchang's old literary friends may not be able to write it.

Li Dongchang thought in his heart: "This kid must be recruited into our Demonic War Army."

Qin Mo didn't know that he was already being targeted.

Not only was Li Dongchang deeply touched, but all the students in the audience were silent and excited, as if they were being brought into a cruel and cold demon space.

This is the power of poetry.

Many of their classmates and relatives are military martial arts masters. They have even entered different dimensions and witnessed with their own eyes the tragic scenes of human martial arts masters fighting against demons.

The last two sentences of Qin Mo's quatrain poem are like a stroke of genius, conveying all the vicissitudes of life.

After a middle-aged martial artist finished reading, he cried on the spot, looked in the direction of the different dimension and murmured: "Lianmei, are you okay?"

No one answered him except for the bursts of crying in his ears.

…

At the competition table, after Li Hansha read Qin Mo's wine poem, a trace of frustration appeared on his face.

Li Hansha knew that he lost this round.

His poem is a golden line, and from an artistic conception point of view, it is definitely a good work. I originally thought that his golden line would surely win over Qin Mo, but now?

Thinking of this, Li Hansha looked at the trial stand with reluctance. At the same time, he had a sense of luck and kept hinting to himself that his poems were not as good as Qin Mo in terms of quality, but he might not necessarily lose in the exchange competition.

Perhaps among the three judges, one person only loved his drinking poems. It is not impossible.
Chapter completed!