Da Cang night watchman

Chapter 91 Wen Zhan Piaoxiang Building ([-])
The third one is Zhao Ji!

"Piaoxiang Tower on the side of the Yangtze River, where the pipa enters Zhongzhou..."

Lin Su's heart moved, it's not bad, poetry, most afraid of saying nothing, and Zhao Ji's poem, wrote the place, wrote the symbolic event, in the future the pipa will be popular in Da Cang, this poem will follow all the way , in line with the characteristics of colorful poems, the so-called colorful poems have popular elements.

But unfortunately, his last two sentences collapsed!
The poem is completed, the golden light shines together!
Jin Guangshi can't be a success!

Jin Guangshi was also good, the audience was in an uproar, Zhao Ji's face was flushed, who would have thought that today's grand event in the poetry world would be accomplished by him, Zhao Ji?Under the eyes of everyone, poetry has a golden light, he can finally overwhelm Lin Su, as long as he is overthrown today, the haze of being defeated by him that day can really dissipate, and his sky will be a thousand miles of clear sky.

Four months later, he finally saw a glimmer of hope!
"Good poetry!" Qiu Zixiu, who was as calm as a spring breeze, also gave a rare high evaluation.

As soon as the golden poem came out, everyone below began to worry about Lin Su, but there was no trace of panic on this boy's face...

"Not bad!" Lin Su said lightly, "Go on!"

The next song is by Qin Muzhi.

"Entering Qamdo in the autumn light..."

A good poem, a poem of white light, is another poem of white light.

As the host, Qin Muzhi only wrote his poems in white light, and was ruthlessly crushed to death by Zhao Ji. His face was a bit uneasy, but Lin Su didn't even open his mouth, not even "continue".

continue!

The poems were read one after another, and the atmosphere below had already reached the G tide. Quzhou is really outstanding. In just half a day, ten good poems, except for two that were slightly inferior and did not receive the Holy Light, the remaining eight poems They are all extremely wonderful, with pipa written from all sides, one poem of golden light, one poem of silver light, two poems of three white lights, and four poems of one white light.

A person below sighed deeply: "I only know the face of pipa today, and there will be no pipa poems in ten years!"

It caused all the people around to admire: "Young master, you should also come on stage, your poem is also quite good, maybe there is a holy light..."

He really expressed his feelings. Although the pipa just showed up today, so many talents are competing to compose poems, and they have written all the characteristics of pipa, so that people who come later will have nothing to write about this wonderful new instrument. Isn’t it ten years old? Are there no more pipa poems?
"Have you finished reading?" Qiu Zixiu said, "Only me and Third Young Master Lin are left. Do you read first or I read first?"

"Let's go first!"

Qiu Zixiu said: "The Sanskrit temple is full, the pipa is busy, and the city is empty. If you haven't been in the world of mortals, where can you know how to be calm?"

As soon as the sound fell, the golden light filled the ground, and suddenly, the golden light turned into colorful light, and the colorful light enveloped the entire high platform.

There was an explosion below, Caishi!
There was a colorful poem!

Lin Su's calm expression finally changed, and he looked at Qiu Zixiu quietly.

The son who just commented on the poem just below sighed: "The Sanskrit temple is full, the pipa is empty, one is full, and the other is empty, it is really full and escaped, and it is in the world after being out of the world. Once the poem comes out, who will compete with it? I am lucky today, I am really lucky!"

Lin Jialiang's whole body was stiff, and he once again experienced the charm of Caishi.

For the first time in his life, he wished that there would be no Caishi in the world.

He also saw the faces of his brothers on stage, his third brother was about to lose...

Lin Su said: "Good poetry!"

Qiu Zixiu said, "You shouldn't have included me."

"Yeah, maybe you really shouldn't!" Lin Su said, "With your talent, you could discuss poetry with me, so why do you have to be my enemy?"

"Because you are too crazy!"

Ha ha!Lin Su laughed loudly: "Crazy? Can I be more crazy?"

Lin Jialiang suddenly raised his head...

All the people in the audience focus together...

Lin Su said: "Your poems are good! But... no matter how good your poems are, you can never compete with me!"

"Oh? Read it!" Qiu Zixiu said.

Lin Su flipped over the paper in front of him:

"The sound of autumn outside the Great Wall enters Zechuan. Before several storms and rains fall on the stage, I can finally see you after a long time, still holding the pipa and half covering your face; the rotating shaft plucks the strings three or two times, and there is love before the tune is formed. The strings suppress their voices and think, as if Telling you that you have no ambitions in your life. The low-brow letter continues the formalities, and tells the infinite things in your heart. Gently pick up and slowly twist, wipe and pick again. After the initial prosperity, it disappears. The big strings are like torrential rain, and the small strings are like whispers. Miscellaneous bombs, big beads and small beads falling on the jade plate. The bottom of the flower is slippery in the Guanying language, and it is difficult to fall under the flowing ice of the secluded spring. The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the string is condensed. Silence is better than sound. The silver bottle is broken and the water is pouring out, and the iron horse is protruding with swords and guns. At the end of the song, be careful to draw, and the four strings are like cracking silk. The east and west buildings are quiet and silent, only the river's heart is white..."

On the high platform, the folding fan in Qin Muzhi's hand stood upright without moving.

Qiu Zixiu's forever smiling face, the smile suddenly disappeared.

The people below are fascinated, as if listening to the pipa music again from his poems.

This long poem is full of emotions, scenes, descriptions, and the poet's extremely keen insights. It can be said that it is true that one poem can write all the pipa music, and there will be no more poems after this poem.

After the poem is over, the colorful light blooms on the high platform!
Poems become colorful!

Lin Jialiang jumped up: "Colorful poetry!"

Countless people jumped up at the same time, and tens of thousands of people were all crazy.

The curtain was lifted suddenly, and the pipa girl hugged the pipa and bowed in front of Lin Su: "Meeting the pipa is like meeting a beautiful woman by chance. The green clothes didn't know the young man before, but today I meet the bosom friend!"

Lin Su lifted his hands up: "We are both fallen in the world, why should we have known each other before?"

As soon as the two lines of poems come out, the finishing touch is clear!

The paper in front of him suddenly had a green edge...

"Oh my god, what did I see?" Everyone was shocked.

"Cyan luster, is it a poem handed down from generation to generation?"

There are cursive poems, white light poems, silver light poems, golden poems, five-color poems, seven-color poems, and seven realms handed down from generation to generation. The poems handed down from generation to generation are almost legends. There are only a dozen or so poems that have been handed down. Today, Lin Su’s " "Pipa Xing", when he responded to the Pipa girl's words with a poem, it turned blue.

The color of the eternal blue sky, the symbol of the poem handed down from generation to generation.

The poem is handed down to the world, and the earth is shocked!
But there is no such thing as the imaginary holy light all over the sky, just because this poem is only a little bit blue, and it has not completely turned blue, which shows that this poem has not really reached the level of handing down, but has just stepped on the threshold of handing down.

Stepping on the threshold of the world is also a legend!

The whole place exploded.

Lin Jialiang's eyes were wide open, and one hand firmly pinched his thigh. Was it a dream?The third brother was almost handed down...

In the Piaoxiang building above, the fourth young lady chanted softly: We are both fallen people in the world, why should we know each other when we meet?

This poem makes me want to cry. When you enter Huichang, you really feel lonely and degraded. I know you are my big enemy, but why do I feel distressed...

On the periphery of the crowd, a woman dressed as a man was also dazed. She was the third lady, Zhou Yueru.

In a most high-end poetry meeting, he defeated 11 people alone!
He is the brightest star in Huichang.

He used to be her husband...

Lin Su raised his gaze slowly, staring at Qin Muzhi.

Qin Muzhi had just returned from this poem when he suddenly saw these eyes, and his heart skipped a beat...

"Everyone, today's literary battle is over! Sorry, I won!"

Under the high platform, thousands of people cheered!
On the high platform, it's like mourning a concubine!

No one could have imagined that today would end like this.

No one can accept this ending.

When they set up a bet, how many times did they think they would lose?In their cognition, it is impossible to lose, they write poems in advance, they choose things he doesn't know, they have multiple insurances... In this case, they should be foolproof!
Therefore, their bets are all based on their winning.

They won, how to make him miserable, how to make him unable to stand up, how to squeeze his value to the maximum...

They imagined it beautifully, but unfortunately, the reality is so cruel, they lost!
Even peerless masters like Qiu Zixiu played at a super level, but none of them could block his sharpness.

If you lose, you're in big trouble.

The whole city ran around, and they yelled "I'm a waste" ten times. How did they gain a foothold in Quzhou?
How do they set foot on the literary path?
"Everyone! I yell three times, and you start to take off your clothes and start running. When the time comes, the literary world and Wenshan will be completely destroyed. I hope you don't ruin your future! One..."

"No!" Qin Muzhi yelled loudly. As soon as the yell came out, his literary world and Wenshan suddenly shook, and Qin Muzhi was scared out of his wits. After rushing out, the shock in the literary world stopped. There was no damage, but a cloud of black mist enveloped him, making his brain confused.

"I'm trash..." Qin Muzhi shouted from under the high platform, hoarse.

Everyone on the high platform changed their colors at the same time and took off together...

Some of the people below were amused, while others were terrified, watching helplessly that such a group of heaven's favored ones who were supposed to be standing in the clouds turned into a pile of laughing stock.

In a blink of an eye, there were only two people left on the high platform, Lin Su and Qiu Zixiu.

Qiu Zixiu smiled faintly: "I once said that this bet is not fair, does Brother Lin know why?"

"Because you are empty of all four things! You don't care about L Ben."

Qiu Zixiu smiled: "It's also because I have nothing to say to others! It doesn't matter if you ask me anything! Two big bets are on me, it doesn't matter."

He took off his clothes slowly, folded them neatly, and walked down the high platform step by step with graceful steps, all the beauties above screamed...

Lin Su was dumbfounded, Monk, he has to take a look, it is really amazing, all four things are empty!Such a person corresponds to a common saying in later generations: people are shameless and invincible in the world.

On the high platform, Lin Su ruled alone.

He stood on the edge of the stage, and thousands of people below looked up, while on the street, 11 people ran at the same time, "I am a waste" one after another.

The talented woman below is crazy.

The students below sighed.

The girls in Piaoxianglou, who are used to seeing things in the world, are drunk.

Today's Huichang, surnamed Lin!

Zhizhou Mansion, Qin Zhizhou's face is as heavy as dirt.

The Zhou family, Mr. Zhou slapped the coffee table in front of him to pieces, and the girls stood far away, not daring to come over...

In the Piaoxiang Building, a student looked at Lin Su quietly. His face was still normal, but a layer of cold sweat quietly broke out on his back at some point.

He is Li Yezhou.

Li Yezhou took the high school entrance examination twice, but refused to be promoted, and threatened that he would not be accepted by Huiyuan. He has long been a legend in Quzhou. He can discuss poetry with Qiu Zixiu all night, and he is a confidant of each other. Naturally, poetry is also outstanding. If he was also on stage just now , can also attract the cheers of countless people, and maybe it can also become a golden light or even a colorful poem.

When Qiu Zixiu's poems became colorful and became the center of the audience just now, to be honest, he regretted a little.

But now, he is extremely fortunate.

Fortunately, he didn't take the stage. If he took the stage, at this moment, he would also be a member of the army running around the city.

He doesn't have Qiu Zixiu's state of mind, if he runs around three times like this, his literary world will definitely be dusted, and he will lose in this scientific examination.

He was determined to win the position of Hui Yuan, but he would miss him again.

The scientific examination is held every three years, how many three years can life have?

If he fails again, he may never be able to realize his lifelong ambition.

It's dangerous, it's dangerous!

Lin Su Gaotai turned around and looked down: "Zheng Hao!"

Zheng Hao actually kept staring at him, finally waiting for his eyes to focus.

Lin Su said: "As I said before, after Wen Zhan, it's your turn! Come up!" Lin Su lightly hooked his fingers.

Everyone was shocked, what do you mean?
Anything else?
People who had dispersed at the periphery gathered again.

The joy in Lin Jialiang's heart dissipated in an instant, and he regained his tension...

With a whoosh, Zheng Hao soared into the sky, directly over the high platform, turned around in the air, and landed on the high platform, staring at Lin Su: "Doesn't Lin Jieyuan want to compete with Zheng as well?"

"Exactly!"

"Haha..." Zheng Hao looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: "Zheng is not a person who studies literature, so he is not required to compete in poetry. If you are interested, you might as well wait for me for a while. There are also people who study literature in Medicine God Valley. I will let my family ten How does Miss Sui compare with you?"

It's inappropriate for Lin Su to propose a competition with him, because you are a man of literature and others practice martial arts, and it's purely self-deprecating for you, a literati, to compete in poetry with a warrior.

And Zheng Hao didn't give up an inch of ground, cut and beat Lin Su severely with his ten-year-old girl.

Lin Sudao: "I fought with Qin Muzhi and Zhou Liangcheng because they are best at literary arts. If I fight with you, I will naturally choose the martial art you are best at."

Zheng Hao could hardly believe his ears.

"You... want... to compete with me?"

All the people in the audience were stunned!
Inside Piaoxiang Building, Fourth Miss suddenly turned sideways and looked at Xiao Chu, her eyes were extremely shocked, Xiao Chu was also dumbfounded: "Miss, he said he wants to compete in martial arts!"

Zhou Yueru on the periphery, her brows furrowed suddenly...

What's the meaning?What is this hateful person playing again?
"Zheng Hao, take a look. This is the contract I drafted. If you have no objections, sign it!"

Zheng Hao's eyes fell, and a piece of gold paper in front of him wrote a few lines of big characters with a precious pen:... Both sides will fight with martial arts, life and death will be determined by fate, family members and friends of both sides are not allowed to retaliate afterwards, otherwise, it will violate the holy way and be destroyed by heaven and earth!

Lin Su has already signed, and as long as he signs, the contract will take effect!
Zheng Hao joined hands and signed directly!

Once the words are signed, the golden paper shines brightly, and the words on it are publicly announced, showing every detail.

There was a big uproar in the audience.

(End of this chapter)