Da Cang night watchman

Chapter 824
In the corridor at the back, those who followed, the people in Muye Villa, including the fourth lady and the girl in the distant attic, also felt a little bit moved when they heard these poems, and recorded them in their own ways. There are signs that tomorrow at the latest, today's poems will appear on the wall of poems left in Muye Villa.

Some people even wonder: Does Muye Villa use this method to add literary flavor to the villa?
If so, this trick is very clever.

Can we learn from it?

After returning home, I also recruited a kiss for my young lady, and also used this method to attract the world's literary and Taoist talents to come, a big competition, and created a garden full of wonderful poems...

However, when this idea was discussed by others, others scoffed at it...

You have a good idea!

Do you think that just by recruiting relatives in your family, you will be able to attract literary geniuses?
The Muye Villa has its own strength to attract so many literary geniuses, try another one, these people in the field don't even bother to participate!

This basin of cold water can cool people from head to toe.

That's right, a place where literary wizards gather can obviously become a sacred place for literary and dao, but you also have to have the capital to attract them.

If Muye Villa wasn't Muye Villa, if they didn't take the Holy Treasure as a dowry, how could there be such a grand event today?

Therefore, it is the truth that the upper family attracts the upper class, and the phoenix does not fall behind the crows.

When 20 people finished monitoring, the first small climax appeared...

A poem was born out of nowhere, shocking the audience...

"I'm a wanderer from the end of the world, and I was once divided!"

How domineering and heroic?

Moreover, this person has the capital of being domineering and heroic, because he once wiped out a group of thieves in Luohun Mountain by himself, and among the thieves was a leader of the demon clan.

In that battle, he won the title of "Heavenly Cracked Confucianism".

This person is another person who attracted Miss Attic: Zhang Xiushui.

His poem publicizes his most proud battle, it is so heroic, the poem has been rated as a golden light poem, and the golden light is rich and semi-glamorous.

At this moment, the audience was shocked.

But then, his limelight was split in two, because Chu Sanzui was in line with him, and Chu Sanzui wrote a self-revealing poem incomparably free and easy: "Man enters the way of heaven from a small place, and I enter the way of heaven from a place of drunkenness." See the truth..."

The poems are easy to understand, just like spoken language, but the profound truth contained in them cannot be ignored. His poems are half in color, and the color light is three points thicker than Zhang Xiushui's.

The test has not yet passed halfway, two and a half steps into the poem of Caizhi, and the pressure on the people behind begins to increase...

Even the face of the Seventh Prince changed somewhat...

However, Zhuge Qingfeng's shit-stirring stick was still staring at him: "Your Highness, although your burial state is not prosperous in literature, you really have a few talents to make. I don't know if these two people have been in your eyes in the past?"

There is Lin Su between him and the Seventh Prince.

Lin Su was very quiet all the time, Zhuge Qingfeng couldn't get any exciting topics on him, so he passed him to find the Seventh Prince.

The Seventh Prince smiled lightly: "After the matter is over here, it is naturally in the eyes of the law."

"It means that you didn't pay attention at all before? I have to say a few words about you. The place where the state is buried, the most important thing is the way of writing. As a prince, you have to correct the way."

The seventh prince's expression darkened: "Are you teaching me how to do things?"

"Your Highness should understand it this way!" Zhuge Qingfeng said: "I am a member of the family of poets and sages, and I use poetry to discuss Taoism, and I will probably be regarded as half of Zanzhou people in the future. Some concerns are also reasonable.”

In the future, he will be counted as half a native of Zangzhou. This is because he believes that he is determined to win a marriage today—once he becomes the son-in-law of Zangzhou, isn’t he half a native of Zangzhou?

The Seventh Prince's face was livid: "Your Excellency, a son from outside, how dare you be so arrogant?"

"The son of a foreigner?" Zhuge Qingfeng smiled and said, "The dead wood is rotten, the crows are magnificent, and the phoenix occasionally lives there, so they are also foreigners!"

He can be regarded as killing a whole boat of people with a bamboo pole. He compares himself to a phoenix, regards the literary world of Zangzhou as a dead tree, and regards the literary and moral scholars of Zangzhou as a bird. Lin Su gently raised his hand and stroked his forehead!

I always want to see who is more like a shit-stirring stick than me. I didn't find it in the land of Dacang, but I found it in this place of burial.

Zhuge Qingfeng still wanted to look for him: "Brother, you are also a son of a foreigner, do you agree with my brother?"

Lin Su shook his head: "You play your tricks, don't drag me into the water!"

"Is it because of the depth of the water?"

"It's because talking is boring." Lin Su said.

Zhuge Qingfeng admired: "Brother's words are like sharp swords. How do you know that the royal family of the buried state has the habit of talking about Taoism three times a day and making clear talks every time? Only Xiongtai is the only one who speaks against the current situation. This kind of literati can speak out."

This is just looking for trouble!

Lin Su was talking about him, and he chose to lead the disaster to the royal family of the buried state!
It is true that the royal family of the buried state had the habit of discussing Taoism three times a day. Under the auspices of the royal family, the great Confucian scholars talked about it every day, but did not do much, and the people had complained for a long time.

Lin Su knew this, so he was quite speechless, but Zanzhou couldn't compete with him, and he didn't have to criticize him, but Zhuge Qingfeng, ah, insisted on giving him a big hat.

Just when Lin Su was about to make Zhuge Qingfeng remember better, the Seventh Prince next to him spoke first: "An unknown person from outside, dare to talk about the state affairs of this country? Who do you think you are?"

Lin Su's eyes shifted to the right, and the Seventh Prince locked on him with his sharp and majestic eyes.

Lin Su sighed softly, not afraid of opponents like wolves, but teammates like pigs.

Forget it, I'm too lazy to fight back.

His way of sweeping a glance and not opening his mouth completely angered the Seventh Prince: "Boy, who are you..."

Lin Su raised his eyes and said calmly: "Wait, there are poems!"

"Presumptuous! How dare Zhu Zi'an do this?" The Seventh Prince was even angrier.

"How dare you do that? Hehe..." Lin Su lazily said, "The answer is also in the poems!"

Zhuge Qingfeng was watching the play by the side, smiling happily...

On the distant attic, the girl also smiled happily: "Miss, the three characters we focus on have all passed a move just now, so let me just say, Zhuge Qingfeng will always be a god."

"The answer is in the poem!" The young lady smiled lightly: "He has successfully aroused my interest. I really want to see what is written in his poem."

Zhang Xiushui and Chu Sanzui's half-step colorful poetry scandal has not been subverted for a long time.

The next dozens of people, at most, were Yinguang poetry, and there were even a few who didn't even have any superficiality.

50 people have passed, 60 people have passed, and the probability of falling is still maintained at half. Everyone has really seen the difficulty and excitement of this level.

The wonderful thing is that there are two half-step colorful poems.

Three golden poems.

More than 20 silver light poems.

The difficult thing is that everyone who fell from the horse was a generation of romantic figures in the buried state. He performed countless romances and achieved various fame in his life, but today he left the scene sadly.

The grand event has come here, and its high-end has been fully displayed. However, the intense battle seems to have just begun.

Because the real Tianjiao that everyone is familiar with is behind.

The Seventh Prince, Yan Qing, Zhuge Qingfeng...

The Seventh Prince is the representative of the royal family.

Yan Qing is the number one scholar, the highest peak of writing.

Zhuge Qingfeng, no one even knew his name before yesterday, but today, he has become the most popular candidate to win the championship.

Of course, this is only the perception of the vast majority of people, excluding Aunt Yao.

In Aunt Yao's mind, there is always only one real genius!
She really wants to see if there will be a double pride meeting or a three pride meeting today, and the "arrogance" she imagined, other than him, are actually these few people, the seventh prince, Yan Qing, Zhuge Qingfeng, The point is still Zhuge Qingfeng.

Because Zhuge Qingfeng is a member of the poet sage family!
Because when he gambled with others yesterday, he set his own tone before he came up with the question: colorful poems!
What does this mean?
It shows that no matter what kind of topic the other party asks, he is sure to write colorful poems!
This is horrible.

Even Lin Su probably doesn't have such confidence, does he?

Although it is said that each of his factual poems is "either green or colorful", he is still not sure whether he can write colorful poems before writing poems, especially before the other party proposes a question.

Lin Su's way of poetry is invincible in the world, and today is probably the first time in the world.

The world is bigger than the big blue...

A poem by Yan Qing was published: "Ten years in the rivers and lakes and one night, Gao Guan looked at the sages with cold eyes..."

The poem emphasizing his status as the No. [-] scholar was written boldly and free and easy, with golden light and richness, which showed the uniqueness of the No. [-] scholar in the buried state, and set off a trend. However, the trend was not intense, because the person next to him It is the biggest popular candidate today: Zhuge Qingfeng!

The ratio of poetry and poetry has finally reached Zhuge Qingfeng!

As soon as the white paper was in the hands of the Great Elder, the expression of the Great Elder changed...

"Under the blue lotus in the southern country, the son is unparalleled in the world. He changed his hands to Donghe, and defeated the big Cang with a single word. Crossing Xiangzhang to the north, the autumn water is half vast, and there are wild world herds. How can I pay for "Li Shang"?"

At the end of the poem, colorful rays of light filled the audience.

With a bang, the villa exploded!

A brilliant poem!

Zhuge Qingfeng wrote colorful poems, refreshing the ceiling of poetry in this event!
On the promenade, almost everyone stood up, very excited...

The great elder's beard trembled slightly: "Young master...is he the actual person in charge of the chaos in the ancient southwest country Donghe? Or the planner of the Xiangzhang battle?"

"Exactly!" Zhuge Qingfeng bowed and said, "Although Xiao Ke is a member of the family of poets and sages, poetry is not his specialty. You Xi plays chess with counselors, and competes with thousands of troops on the battlefield."

The eyes of the Great Elder are brilliant...

Everyone's heart was shocked...

He claims that poetry is not his specialty, but he has written four colorful poems since yesterday!
He claimed to like to play games with strategists, and casually cited two successful cases...

The chaos in the East River was so ingeniously conceived that the world was dumbfounded. No one knew who was actually in charge of the chaos.

In the battle of Xiangzhang, the weak defeated the strong, and Muye Villa also knew that the most important reason for the success of this battle was the counselor behind him, who was so unpredictable. Who is this person?Muye Villa has been searching for a long time, and some people say that it is the top expert of Wenxin Pavilion.

Now the answer came out, these two wonderful games that shocked even Muye Villa, the person behind turned out to be today's family-seeker: Zhuge Qingfeng!
If the Great Elder had the power to make decisions on the spot, he would probably make a decision now!

Muye Villa is named after Muye, what does that mean?

The world is a ranch!

What it wants to herd is the world!

And a genius who can compete with top strategists and turn things around in a chaotic situation is exactly what they need!

On the distant attic, the girl jumped up: "Miss, don't you believe it now? Muye Villa must be the one who recruits a relative! His way is the most consistent with Muye Villa. I have already seen the owner of the villa. Your face has changed, miss, your husband-in-law has already been decided..."

The young lady's eyes flickered, as if she had really changed her mind at this moment.

Zhuge Qingfeng, so far, is indeed the most suitable family recruit for Muye Villa, with every clause and every detail in harmony...

Are there any bigger surprises ahead?
The Great Elder seems to have lost the desire to move forward...

When the multicolored light slowly faded, Zhuge Qingfeng's eyes slowly turned to Lin Su beside him: "Brother, it seems to be from Da Cang?"

"Yes!" Lin Su said: "There is such a line in your poem 'one word breaks the sky'. I don't know which arrogant battle it refers to."

Zhuge Qingfeng said: "Four years ago, the Great Cang Kingdom gathered great Confucian scholars from the thirteen states in the south. They once came to the ancient southwest country to meet friends with poetry. I wrote a poem and defeated them collectively."

"Four years ago!" Lin Su nodded: "Brother, you even showed off such a small thing four years ago, so it means that you can't show any impressive achievements in these four years?"

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere immediately became abnormal.

Originally, he and Zhuge Qingfeng talked and laughed very harmoniously, but from this moment on, the harmonious atmosphere disappeared, because Zhuge Qingfeng humiliated Da Cang thousands of miles away!
Zhuge Qingfeng smiled lightly: "Is Xiongtai a little unresponsive? Or you don't understand the allusions listed in the poems below?"

He was talking about the chaos in Donghe and the battle of Xiangzhang.

All these amazing strokes happened within four years!
Lin Su said with a smile: "The chaos in the East River is just a small situation that does not appear on the table. The battle of Xiangzhang is essentially a bandit suppression, and it is not qualified to be a classic case! It was won in an ordinary literary meeting four years ago, and it is even more important. It’s not an impressive achievement, but you list them all out and compose a poem to feel complacent. There is only one fundamental reason. Your vision is only so big. In the eyes of the frog at the bottom of the well, a small pebble falling into the well is you The shocking change in the eyes! The world is shallow, nothing is more so!"

This speech is very long.

These words are sharp!
Everyone in the audience was shocked at the same time, this is no longer a polite dialogue between literati, this is swords and soldiers facing each other!Zhuge Qingfeng's multicolored poem is known to the world, the afterglow has not yet faded, and the praise has not yet been muted, but it is stripped to pieces by Lin Su's few words, the words are harsh and sharp, unprecedented!

Aunt Yao's eyes lit up, did she start to fight back?
The young lady on the distant attic, her eyes are also bright, are the sharpness starting to show?

Zhuge Qingfeng's face suddenly sank, but soon relaxed again: "Just because a piece of historical material from the past was recorded in my younger brother's poems, brother is so frustrated?"

Lin Sudao: "I need to tell you three things. First, it's not four years ago! Second, the Da Cang students who competed with you in the literary world that day cannot represent the Da Cang literary world! Those who humiliate and humiliate the country will not be tolerated by the son of the country!"

"That's good!" Zhuge Qingfeng said: "Just now is the time to test your poems, let's see if your poems can achieve five colors!"

That's the point!
Today's theme is to write poetry!
If you want to avenge your shame, you should write colorful poems!
Only when you write colorful poems are you qualified to fight back against Zhuge Qingfeng!

Lin Su arched his hand: "The Great Elder, please review the poems!"

The Great Elder raised his hand, with the white paper in his hand...

Amidst the fragrance of the Holy Spirit, I began to recite poems...

""Partridge Sky" I am Qingdu Shanshuilang, Tianjiao distribution and Shukuang, I once granted rain and wind coupons, and left clouds to borrow moon chapters..."

Thinking of this, the golden light shines...

The audience was shocked!

The smile on Zhuge Qingfeng's face suddenly disappeared, Qingdu Shanshuilang, how magnanimous is his heart?How free and easy is Tianjiao distribution and Shukuang?I once granted the coupons for the rain and the wind, and I was tired of leaving the clouds to borrow the moon stamps, calling the wind and calling the rain, what a heroic spirit?
In just half a poem, the ultimate style of a literati has been written.

The second half...

"Thousands of poems, thousands of cups of wine, how many times have you ever looked at the king? The jade tower and the golden palace go back lazily, and put plum blossoms to drunk Luoyang!"

Words become, golden light turns colorful...

No, more than colorful!

The colorful light filled the sky and the earth, and faintly brought a green edge!
On the promenade, there was a bang!
In the villa, the eyes of countless people are shining!

Under the colorful lights, Zhuge Qingfeng's face flickered on and off...

Lin Su said lightly: "Where I'm here, it's not your turn to point out the country and inspire words! Zhuge Qingfeng, you not only need to remember this, you also have to get used to it!"

"You... who are you?"

"Didn't the Great Elder already read the name at the end? Su San, a member of Dacang Kingdom's Wen Dao!"

The expression of the Seventh Prince beside him also changed...

He once asked Lin Su, who are you?
Lin Su told him that there are words!
He also once asked Lin Su, how dare you speak to me in such a tone?
Lin Su told him that the answer is also in the poems.

Now the answer in the poem comes out: how many times have you ever looked at Hou Wang?

Just seven words, bold and unsurpassed!

There has never been a prince in my eyes!Do you think I dare to speak to you in that tone?

In an instant, the seventh prince of the real power faction who ran rampant in the buried state felt as if he had eaten a lot of steaming shit...

In the distant attic, that girl lost her excitement for the first time, staring at the colorful lights in the distance, feeling lost...

She has always been optimistic about Zhuge Qingfeng.

However, this Su San from Great Cang, in the field that Zhuge Qingfeng is best at, defeated him abruptly!
And in a few words, Zhuge Qingfeng's face turned blue.

It was also the first time she discovered that the blue-faced Zhuge Qingfeng didn't seem so handsome, and compared with this Su San, he immediately paled in comparison...

The young lady's eyes were radiant, and she breathed out lightly: "This is his answer. He is Qingdu Shanshuilang. He has never set his sights on King Hou, so what is he looking at?"

Perhaps the half-step Qingci has such a charm that everyone in the field is completely taken away.

Not many people paid attention to the process behind the Great Elder. The Seventh Prince wrote a golden poem, but few people remembered it, and even said that they didn't pay much attention to it...

Among the next few, two reached the level of silver light poems, and no one paid attention to them.

At the end of the first level, 73 of the 39 recruiters remained.

It also left behind the first legend at the family recruitment meeting at Muye Mountain Villa...

The half-step Qingshi was born out of nowhere, Su San from the Great Cang Kingdom.

A colorful poem, from Zhuge Qingfeng of the poet sage family, he also created a new record after writing colorful poems, what record?The record with the worst mood, Zhuge Qingfeng, lost the smile on his face. If there is regret medicine in the world, he will definitely regret it. He should never covet the other party's mirror and put himself in such a situation where he wants to die.

The five Jinguang poems are from the number one scholar Lang Yanqing, the Seventh Prince, Chu Sanzui, Zhang Xiushui, and Wang Yibo.

There are 32 people who wrote Yinguang poems.

This is an unprecedented result in the entire funeral state.

Even among all the poetry festivals in the nine countries and thirteen states, there are very few such grand occasions.

In a general poetry event, there are a few silver poems that are worth the trip. Why is it so high-end and grand like today?
This also shows from another aspect that everyone who came to recruit relatives today has made sufficient preparations.

Recruiting relatives enters the second level: the struggle to cross the Weihe River!

The Great Elder waved his hand lightly, and everyone followed him to a big river. This big river is a tributary of Weihu Lake, but it is obviously different. It may have been just an ordinary river before, but the villa has made some fuss. , making this river extraordinary.

Because in Lin Su's thousand-degree pupils, he saw the peculiarity of this river water, which is full of unpredictability...

The Great Elder said...

On the other side of this boundary river is the mysterious Vientiane jungle. In the Vientiane jungle, monsters and beasts are rampant, which is extremely dangerous. But with this river, monsters and demons cannot cross the river to attack. The river protecting the villa.

All the heroes come to recruit relatives, and the villa chooses the best ones. This level is to test your actual combat skills, but those who can successfully reach the opposite Vientiane jungle and hunt for a monster inner alchemy will finally step into the Jinyun Pavilion and accept the lady. Qualifications for face-to-face selection.If everyone can't successfully cross the boundary river, then the five who have traveled the farthest on the river will be selected by the lady.

All the students were excited together.

Especially those who did not perform well in the previous poems.

As a person who has passed five levels and cut six generals, and traveled thousands of miles during the scientific examination, few of them lack the fighting spirit, and writing poems in the early stage did not show off the limelight, so let's talk about actual combat strength. As a great Confucian, everyone is full of confidence.

However, what the Great Elder said next made them quite afraid.

Everyone, don't underestimate this boundary river...

Because it is related to the safety of Muye Villa, the elders of all generations have set up various organs in the river for thousands of years, leaving behind countless killer moves. After thousands of years of accumulation, the villa itself can't tell where these killer moves are. Therefore, the elders of the villa They dare not set foot on this boundary river easily.

I rely on!

You don't even know where the ultimate move is, let us try it?
The Great Elder saw through everyone's thoughts and smiled slightly: "Everyone, don't be too nervous. If you encounter a killer move and are shot down into the water, there is a ninety-nine percent chance that you can be teleported back to the villa. There is no harm to your life. There is only one situation, which is extremely dangerous. Once encountered, there will be ten deaths and no life. Although this matter is unlikely, it must be explained clearly to everyone..."

For thousands of years, Jiehe has used various methods to deploy killer moves, literary methods, methods on the cultivation path, formations, magic weapons...

Every method has the ultimate goal of capturing, so once caught, it will be sent back to the dungeon of Muye Villa.

However, the convergence and collision of various methods on various paths for thousands of years has produced a strange change, that is, the possibility of space tearing exists in theory.

This kind of variable is not the original intention of Muye Villa, it is just the conflict between Tao and Dao, and Muye Villa is completely out of control.

If the luck is extremely bad and falls into a different space, it will really be over.

No one can come out of it.

Not even the quasi-sage!
(End of this chapter)