The word "rest assured" is exactly what Long Jingxiu said and Xu Yi heard.
In a short period of time, she had already thought of two strategies in her mind.
First, a civilized strategy. Zuo Jiuhuang did not specify who would be the judge, so she was free to use her discretion. Anyway, it was her question, so of course it was up to her to judge.
Second, brutal strategy. If nothing can be done, just grab Xu Yi and leave.
Anyway, everything in front of her is just a fun, there is no need to ruin the beauty.
Xu Yi naturally didn't expect Dragon Lord to take such pains for himself, so he just smiled and nodded. Soon, Dragon Lord's question was ready, and the whole place was in an uproar.
Jiuhuang was stunned, while Feng Jiu and Tu Min looked at each other.
"What kind of question is this? Autumn River Snowy Night. This is also called a question. At this stall, Dragon Lord, do you think you can pass by just making a joke?"
After staying for more than ten breaths, Jiuhuang suddenly woke up and shouted loudly.
The title given by Long Jingxiu is exactly the masterpiece in the name of <Autumn River Snowy Night>, Yu Jizi.
Long Jingxiu smiled and said, "Why can't senior Yu Jizi do it, but Old Nine can't do it? That's the question, Xu Yi, are you okay?"
She also did not think that Xu Yi had a chance to surpass Jiuhuang in poetry. After all, the objective laws formed by common sense were extremely difficult to change.
Since Xu Yi has little chance of winning, Long Jingxiu naturally chooses to take the wrong approach.
An article <Autumn River Snowy Night>, Yu Jizi takes this title as a famous article, and the name will be passed down to future generations. It seems like the bright moon is in front, how can the younger generations compete for glory.
Long Jingxiu just chose <Autumn River Snowy Night> as the title. No matter how talented Jiuhuang is in poetry, he will inevitably become confused.
"Since you want Long to be the title, and Long has already given the title, you can just write a poem about the title. Why bother to say more? If you can't do it, just stand aside quietly."
Long Jingxiu said with a smile.
Tu Min said, "Dragon Lord What you say is reasonable. Why should Ninth Brother be hypocritical? Senior Yu Jizi's poems are world-famous. Could Ninth Brother still want to win?"
Jiuhuang suddenly realized that he had been mentally disturbed by <Autumn River Snowy Night> before.
It is inevitable that when writing poems at a meeting, everyone wants to be a blockbuster. Even if they cannot be a blockbuster, no one wants to become a laughing stock.
Therefore, when Jiuhuang heard the title, he complained, but he also secretly tried to choose words and sentences, but he couldn't help but secretly compare it with Yu Jizi's masterpiece, but the more he compared, the more upset he became, and he couldn't write it down.
At this moment, Tu Min shouted loudly, and he suddenly realized that he did not need to compare with Yu Jizi, he only needed to write an article that fit the situation. No one would compare himself with Yu Jizi anyway.
A piece written to suit the occasion can easily crush Xu Yi.
Immediately, Jiuhuang cleared his mind of distractions, concentrated his attention, and composed the entire article.
Unexpectedly, he just had some ideas here, and Xu Yi on the side had already made some movement.
But I saw a piece of snow-white spring pine paper spread out in the air, Xu Yi was drawn in the air, and the ink characters with flesh and bones evenly placed, with horizontal ribs and vertical bones, were displayed in the center.
Feng Jiu smiled contemptuously and chanted the words on the paper, "The tide of the Autumn River reaches the level of the sea, and the bright moon rises with the tide on the sea. The waves follow the waves for thousands of miles, but there is no moon on the Autumn River..."
He didn't believe that a mere first-level demon could have any wisdom. He only thought that this guy understood Long Jingxiu's hints and made some random words, just waiting for Long Jingxiu to finally come and mess around.
But as soon as he chanted it, he felt something was wrong.
Although he knows nothing about poetry, he still has the most basic appreciation ability.
It's just three and a half sentences, it's so dramatic, it's not like ordinary people, how is this possible?
He stared at Tu Min in surprise. As far as he knew, Tu Min was very obsessed with poetry and prose. If what this guy wrote has already been published, it is expected that Tu Min must know about it.
He turned to look at Tu Min, only to see Tu Min's eyes were dull, like a dead person.
He coughed heavily, Tu Min woke up and looked back at him, his eyes full of confusion.
Yes, Tu Min was completely confused. He couldn't understand the <Autumn River Snowy Night> written by Xu Yi at all.
I can't understand this, not because I can't read it, but because I can't guess clearly. It's the last time in the world that such a poem would appear.
He didn't think that a mere first-order demon like Xu Yi could create such a poem.
But if it wasn't for Xu Yi, who would be willing to give up the naming rights of such a masterpiece to others.
According to him, reputation in poetry is highly valued by both humans and demons, and cultural exchanges have not been interrupted by ethnic and geographical barriers, especially in poetry and articles.
As a well-educated person from Demon Race, Tu Min is familiar with the famous works of the two tribes.
The article in front of me, <Autumn River Snowy Night>, is unique among the essence of famous articles.
Because of this, there was no way he could cooperate with Feng Jiu against his will to cause trouble.
Just when Fengjiu and Tu Min looked at each other, Xu Yi had already stopped writing.
Xu Yi The words that fell on the paper were exactly Zhang Ruoxu's single piece "Spring River Flowers and Night Moon" that overwhelmed the entire Tang Dynasty.
Of course, Xu Yi would not be so stupid as to copy the entire article word for word.
Yu Jizi's masterpiece, which he has read through, also depicts scenes and emotions, integrating emotions into the scenes. The styles of the two works are similar.
It's just that one is a spring scene and the other is an autumn scene.
It is worth mentioning that the snowy night in <Autumn River Snowy Night> is not a snowy night, but the place where Yu Jizi was writing, the Snowy Night Plain.
Otherwise, why would there be an autumn river on a snowy night?
Moreover, Xu Yi's current literary quality is extremely high. Even if he made some changes to "Spring River Flowers and Night Moon", the narrative and lyrical structure of the original work have not been separated at all.
In the eyes of Tu Min and others who saw this work for the first time, this work is simply natural.
"Lord Jiuhuang, it's almost time to start writing."
Xu Yi smiled at Jiuhuang and said.
Jiuhuang was as dumbfounded as a chicken, motionless.
If he could, he really wanted to yell at Xu Yi, "Are you trying to make Yu Jizi angry? That's too much!"
At this moment, Jiuhuang Man said that he was so confused by Xu Yi that it was impossible for him to think about it and write it down.
Even though he had conceived the poem, he did not dare to write it.
In fact, the poems written by this damn guy are so good that they are almost shameless.
Even if Yu Jizi is resurrected, the original <Autumn River Snowy Night> must be put into the fire.
What does it mean to have a paper full of smoke and haze, and what does it mean to have every word written with pearls, this is what this damned thief wrote.
Jiuhuang knew that he had lost, even if he had made a mistake, even if Fengjiu and Tu Min were present, he had more people than others.
You can do things that are unconscionable and you can say things that are unconscionable, but in the face of this kind of poetry, no matter how thick-faced and evil-hearted you are, you can't turn right and wrong.
Because this damn little thief's <Autumn River Snowy Night> will definitely be passed down for generations to come.
The history pen is like a raft, who has the courage to act as a disgusting clown in this scene that is destined to be recorded in the history of poetry.
After being stunned for a long time, Jiuhuang snorted coldly, "In front of such a masterpiece, how could I have the nerve to write it down? I'll count myself as a loser."