Second Young Master Zhu said, "Don't worry, as long as Mr. Xu's poems are not at the bottom, you will win!"
If you find an opportunity, you will find fault. Second Young 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 table made of nearly purple golden sandalwood, with Yunyan inkstones and golden wolf brushes that had been ground for ink.
Second Young Master Zhu said, "I want to show fairness. This time, you will write the questions on paper, one for each table. Finally, the girl in the green skirt will pick out three questions, and then the four people on the court will write their own essays. Due to limited time, the subject matter is limited to two poems and half a stick of incense." After saying that, he looked at Xia Zimo provocatively, as if Xia Zimo wanted to continue to criticize.
However, these considerations were extremely thorough, and even Xia Zimo wanted to find fault, but had no way of starting.
After a while, everyone drafted the topic and gathered it at Second Young Master Zhu. All the folded notes were placed in a transparent bottle.
Second Young Master Zhu shook it 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, reached into the bottle, and picked out three pieces of paper. Second Young Master Zhu held up the three pieces of paper and walked quickly to the venue. He was about to open it when he heard Xia Zimo say, "Wait a minute! There is a saying that there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. If all four of them write essays, who will judge the winner? If the words are similar, it will be up to everyone to judge. Everyone here is asking for help from you Duke's Mansion. How can you convince others?"
"I knew you would do something like this, look at this."
Xiao Fuchen stood up and entered the circle, untied Spirit Beast Pouch from 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.
"Auspicious Duck!"
"There is such a strange beast!"
"I wonder if it is as magical as the rumors say."
While everyone was chattering, the duck fluttered its feathers and flew into the air. It could not fly more than ten feet high, but it was quite fast. Finally it landed on the table where Xia Zimo was sitting. He stared at her for a while and then uttered the words, "Beautiful girl, please serve me well. I will ensure that you are well-fed and drunk, and all your wishes will come true."
"Get out!"
With a slap of the 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 Fuchen 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, get over it, and stop fucking knocking it!"
Xiao Fuchen snorted coldly, "Shaoguang, if you dare to act recklessly again, I will lock you up for a year next time!"
The duck glared at Xiao Fuchen angrily, spread its wings, and stood in the field angrily, "What the hell is going on, tell me quickly, grandma, looking at your attitude, you must be holding a poetry meeting again. It's just a poetry meeting, but it's just a bunch of bad poems, it's just a bunch of bad poems, and you have to ask me to review it, I'm so disgusted., last time I listened to one or two poles and composed a song "Ode to Snow", the snow was falling for six days and nine days, just like a beautiful girl descending to Qiong Yao. One day the sky cleared up, and those who used brooms used brooms, and those who used spades used spades. Those who used brooms used to use spades. I was so disgusted that I only vomited acid water for several days. I have said it before, if I encounter someone like this again, I would rather commit suicide by hitting the wall than be humiliated."
"It's safe to comment!"
Xiao Fuchen glanced at him coldly, looked at Xu Yi and said, "Let Auspicious Duck be the judge. You should have no objection."
"Very good, have the money ready!"
Xu Yi said lightly.
Auspicious Duck, which he had seen on <Myriad Demon Records>, is the most peculiar monster among the top three monsters among the heavenly monsters. It is born with no ability to attack, but it has the same superpower. It has amazing intelligence. Sapience Stage can speak human language, understand the written word, has a good nature and is well-read in many books. According to legend, whoever captures Auspicious Duck can bring good luck to others.
And because Auspicious Duck has no attack ability, it is invincible even to ordinary wild animals in its seedling stage. Therefore, its survival rate is extremely low. Auspicious Duck has not been seen in the world for hundreds of years, but it was encountered today.
Furthermore, the demons are aloof and arrogant. Even if they are trapped, they are often not docile to their masters. Just looking at the surly behavior of this Auspicious Duck, it is obvious that they are not biased towards Xiao Fuchen. Furthermore, Auspicious Duck was the one who released Spirit Beast Pouch later and did not know the previous situation, so his impartiality can be guaranteed.
"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 poetry, and the time limit is one hundred breaths."
As soon as Second Young Master Zhu finished speaking, Liu Jiubian, Li Xiuluo, and Jiang Nanxun all started walking slowly in the field, looking for inspiration, but Xu Yi stood firm and motionless.
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 got the answer from the depths of his mind, but seeing that he was motionless, he swung out his left palm, and the wolf hair, which was ten feet away, was hit by the airflow, and jumped into the air. The wolf hair was covered with ink in the inkstone, and flew up towards the soft white paper. The pen moved quickly, and a line of beautiful words appeared one after another.
Xu Yi's move was revealed, and the expressions of Jiang Nanxun and Li Xiuluo changed at the same time, and the whole place burst into exclamations.
There are mostly strong Qi Sea Realm people in the field, and there are quite a few who are proficient in Martial Skill. It is possible to control True Qi so easily with no more than two fingers. Even Jiang Nanxun thinks to himself that if he concentrates his mind, he can do it, but he is definitely not as free and easy as this person.
"Okay!"
Xia Zimo even jumped to cheers, and even read loudly the words written by Xu Yi: The world is like this..."
After just one line of the poem, the atmosphere in the whole place suddenly solidified, Jiang Nanxun, Li Xiuluo. 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 world. In the midst of chatting 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 in fear. The world is like a tide and people are like water. I only sigh that a few people in the world are returning."
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 cannot be said to be 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 have to make way for this grand atmosphere and meaningful 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 talented, ya-ya-pei is really talented!"
Auspicious Duck seemed to have taken a stimulant, going up to the sky and down to the earth, constantly fluttering, covered with hairy hair, opening and screaming wildly.