"One hundred breaths is coming soon, you three hurry up and write."
Xia Zimo shouted proudly, seeing Xu Yi look at her, her handsome eyes turned white and her eyes widened with hatred. Just now, she was really frightened, not because she was worried about having to pay 200,000 gold, but because she was afraid that the heroic dream in her heart would be shattered.
"Super Rank Now that the poem is so good, Li has no choice but to do it. Please give me your invitation."
Li Xiuluo white clothes vibrate slightly, rush Jiang Nanxun, Liu Jiubian hold fists.
Jiang Nanxun and Liu Jiubian are not fools. At present, Honghua has no ability to surpass, so they can barely write with one hand. They cannot be famous without mentioning it, and they have to make people laugh and give up.
Second Young Master Zhu, Xiao Fuchen looked at each other again, and both saw the shock in each other's eyes, and even heard the ten thousand mysterious four-hoofed animals in the other's heart stampeding past.
It was only after Young Master Zhu scolded that Second Young Master Zhu came to his senses, gritted his teeth, and read out the second question, "Tianya!"
Before the three of them could move, Xu Yi waved his left palm, and with a pop, Second Young Master Zhu sat down on the ground. Jiang Nanxun and the other three were equally shocked to the extreme. Xia Zimo's cheering voice almost broke through the sky, and the funny duck also danced all over the place. With the previous poem as the foundation, everyone's expectations for Xu Yi have been raised to extremely high levels.
The wolf's hair was settled on the white paper. Just as Xia Zimo was about to make a sound, the duck Shaoguang had already fluttered over and shouted, "Don't think about it, let me write a shocking article from my mouth, quack..." flew into the air, blocking Xia Zimo's sight, quack said, "Withered vines and old trees, dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people, old roads with westerly winds and thin horses, sunsets in the west, heartbroken people at the end of the world, ah ah ah... I am confused, as soon as this poem comes out, there are still words in the world, wu wu wu... Genius, real genius, a genius even more talented than this young master is finally born, quack..."
Ducks were flying all over the sky, neighing and howling, but the scene was extremely silent.
Although the duck is annoying, there is one sentence that touches everyone's heart, and that is "If this poem has only one poem, how can there be any poem in the world?" If the previous poem was extremely powerful, rhyme, and literary talent, then this one combines rhyme, literary talent, and artistic conception to the extreme.
This is not a poem, but a painting. With the most concise and simple words, I outline an ink landscape with a far-reaching artistic conception. The thick autumn thoughts of the end of the world pour into everyone's hearts almost at the same time.
Plop, Xiao Fuchen also fell. The expected victory and the cruel reality formed a sharp contrast, and the impact made his brain almost explode.
"Magic pen, Your Excellency talent of the Heavenly Mansion, I admire you."
Li Xiuluo Baoquando.
Jiang Nanxun and Liu Jiubian both had gloomy faces, almost dripping with water.
Both of them have aspirations for this poetry meeting. Liu Jiubian is eager to expand his reputation in this high-level poetry meeting and increase his reputation for the upcoming scientific examination.
Jiang Nanxun is not interested in scientific examination, but he has the same name, especially Literary Fame, Eight Great Families gave birth to Four Great Young Masters, Martial Arts Along the way to, Jiang Nanxun thinks he can't lose to anyone. If Literary Fame is a big winner, it will undoubtedly help him win the first place among Four Great Young Masters.
Unexpectedly, when the stage was set up, they both became decorations and background, serving as a foil for the boy in black clothes.
"Xu was lucky enough to win two games. It doesn't matter if he didn't compete in the third game. I don't know if Second Young Master Zhu thinks so!"
Xu Yi looked at Second Young Master Zhu who was mourning for his concubine, and said with a smile.
"No, absolutely not. We agreed to play three games, so how can we only play two games? The next game, I want to listen to good poems and good lyrics."
The funny duck flapped its short wings and flew in front of Xu Yi, howling at the top of its lungs.
Everyone in the stadium seemed to be waking up from a dream, and everyone spoke up, just like the duck said, they all have to finish the three games.
Good poetry is hard to come by, and there are so many people who love poetry. When you see an astonishing talent, who would think there are too many good poems?
Second Young Master Zhu had no choice but to open the third piece of paper and weakly said, "Ask for my love."
Xia Zimo was so shocked that she opened her mouth wide. She never expected that the third note was a topic written by herself.
Xu Yi pondered for a moment, then suddenly turned his head to look at Xia Zimo, only to see Xia Zimo looking at him infatuatedly. His heart was touched, and he wrote with his Qi pen, "Ask the world, what is love, can you tell us whether we are together in life or death? We have traveled to the north and south, and how many times have we been together in the cold and summer. It's fun to be happy, but it's painful to say goodbye. There are even more idiotic sons and daughters among them. You should say what you are saying, there are clouds thousands of miles away, thousands of mountains are snowing at dusk, only shadows are going to whom? Hengfen Road, the flute and drum were played in loneliness, and the smoke is still plain. How come the souls are moaning, the mountain ghosts secretly cry in the wind and rain. The sky is jealous, and does not believe it, and the orioles Yanzi are all in the dust. For thousands of years, I have reserved it for poets to sing and drink wildly, and come to visit Yanqiu."
As soon as this poem came out, the whole place froze, and everyone stared at Xu Yi, as if they were staring at monsters.
I don't know how many people want to open his head to see what is inside. With such wealth, even in this world, Poetry Master Xie Ruoyan, Poetic Heart Gu Yunzhen, they can only retreat and bow their heads.
"Ask the world what love is, and it will teach you how to make love between life and death."
Xia Zimo I recited this sentence silently, and my heart was full of tenderness. Suddenly, I thought that the separation was imminent, and we would never see each other again. I felt sad and shed tears.
"Monster, monster, you must be a monster... scary, scary, too scary, I'm scared to death, how can someone be smarter than me, how is it possible, how is it possible..."
The duck stared at Xu Yi, fluttering its gorgeous wings in front of his eyes, and kept making noises, but Xu Yi caught it in his hand, "Stop making noise, or I'll stew you."
"Put it down Shaoguang! This is my thing!"
Xiao Fuchen jumped forward.
"Who is a thing, who is a thing, you bastard named Xiao, go to hell with you."
The duck quacked wildly.
Xiao Fuchen held out the ring and was about to knock it, but was snatched away by Xu Yi, "Bullying a beast is nothing!"
The duck was furious, "Who are you beasts? Those in black clothes are thought to have written a few crooked poems, but I don't dare..."
After saying this, Xu Yi pinched his neck, and the whole world suddenly became pure.
"Xu, what the hell do you mean! You dare to do something here!"
Xiao Fuchen was furious, stared at Li Xiuluo and said, "Brother Shura, this person insults me like this, don't you see?"
Xia Zimo finally jumped onto the stage, "Xiao, don't change the subject, and Zhu Second Brother, don't hold back. You two won't forget the previous bet, right? Get the two hundred thousand gold quickly. All the heroes in the field are witnesses. As you two, you will not break your promise."
Xiao Fuchen and Second Young Master Zhu were hit repeatedly and almost collapsed. Xia Zimo added another heavy blow. They both wanted to die.
Two hundred thousand gold, an astronomical figure, these two people are completely supported by Lineage. Excluding the expenses required for cultivation, they only spend thousands of gold and pocket money every year. Although they hold the titles of Marquis's Son and Duke's Son, they are glamorous, but they are empty inside.
Two hundred thousand gold, even if it costs my life, I can't get it out.