reborn perfect male god

Chapter 76 Hey!etc!

(Trying the waters and asking for recommendations! The author is very grateful!)
"It seems that Jiangnan is nothing more than that. Except for that Hao Lei, the poems he made are mediocre. I really don't know how you Jingbei lost last year?" Jin Zhennan said with a smile, in the words full of ridicule.

"I'm not good at poetry. Zhou Baiyue just took advantage of it, and so did Bai Jing. He was passive in the front, but somehow he matched the last couplet. I was also panicked and gave up in a hurry. Otherwise, it's hard to tell the outcome." Lei Hao snorted coldly.

"Tsk tsk, if you lose, you lose. Let's see how I crush the opponent this time!" Jin Zhennan cast his eyes on Bai Jing who was sitting next to the stage, and licked his tongue amusedly.

"Zhou Baiyue has made a move!"

Lei Hao said a word, and everyone's eyes also fell on Zhou Baiyue who walked onto the stage.

"The following is the poem written by Zhou Baiyue, the number one talent in the south of the Yangtze River. The title he picked is 'Missing'." The hostess Yang Xuelian said.

After the host finished speaking, three etiquettes came onto the stage, one holding a pen and ink, and the other two opened the scroll.

"Heh, Bai Yue is going to show off her calligraphy this week!" Jin Zhennan said with a smile.

At the literary conference, almost only those who are absolutely confident will choose to write poems on the spot, and Zhou Baiyue, as the No. 1 poem in the previous year, and also known as the number one talented scholar in the south of the Yangtze River, naturally has such capital.

Zhou Baiyue picked up the pen and dropped it on the scroll paper. The pen was like a snake, and the handwriting was strong and powerful. It was obvious that he had a deep skill, and soon a poem appeared in front of everyone.

"read"

Lonely without the Lord's day and suffering, night sleep and dance in clothes.The cold moon hangs in the sky, the wind blows the gauze tent, and the mind is broken and sad.

Bow your head to the flowers and shadows, and the east wind will play tricks.The complexion is more than Qingcheng, but because of love, the eyebrows are slightly frowned.

After finishing writing the word, Zhou Baiyue put pen to paper and stood upright on the podium, which was displayed by the two of them.

"Good! It's so well written, it's worthy of being the number one talented scholar in the south of the Yangtze River!" Ishida applauded beside him.

And people from other provinces and cities were also amazed by this poem. It seems that Bai Yue did not get her name in vain this week. This poem was instantly higher than before by several grades.

"It's really well written. The words are delicate and emotional. There is a hint of loneliness in the longing. There is a feeling of longing between the words. Zhou Baiyue is so young and can write such good words. He really deserves to be the number one talented person in the south of the Yangtze River!" Poetry professor Yang Jiancheng praised.

Yang Jiancheng is a master of classical poetry and has studied it for half his life. What he said is enough to show that Zhou Baiyue's "Nian" has already entered the room.

"The old man won't comment on the lyrics, just talk about this word, it is enough to be called the number one wit!" Qin Huai laughed.

When Qin Huai opened his mouth again, people immediately exclaimed, as expected of Zhou Baiyue.

"How is the writing?" Gong Yueru asked Lin Ruofeng with a narrowed smile.

Lin Ruofeng nodded and said, "The writing is very delicate!"

"Aren't you going to write a song?" Gong Yueru smiled. "You are a great poet!"

"There will always be people who can't hold back, nah!" Lin Ruofeng muttered, Gong Yueru looked towards her, and suddenly exclaimed. "My God, Nangong Yan is here!"

"Nangong Yan?" Lin Ruofeng asked in surprise, when he was about to go up, unexpectedly someone went up first.

"Great talent from Jingbei!" Gong Yueru replied, as if she was so arrogant that she had to admire this man. "Now that the Jiangnan Writers Association is over, I thought I could hold a literary meeting in the Wangjiang Building with a little cleverness. Now I'm going to be ashamed!"

However, at this time, the two hosts were still joking.

"This is the new work of our No. [-] talent in the south of the Yangtze River. It is so well written that I am fascinated by it!" said the hostess Yang Xuelian.

"Yeah, even I'm intoxicated!" said the male host Jin Ke.

"I think this poem faintly looks like a champion!"

"Well, I feel the same way!"

Seeing the two singing together, the faces of literati in other provinces and cities were ashen, while the members of the Jiangnan Writers Association were already overjoyed.

"Huh, there are still people composing poems on stage?" Yang Xuelian asked in surprise.

I saw Nangong Yan walking slowly onto the stage, her face was really gentle and elegant, like a noble gentleman.

"Nangong Yan!"

someone exclaimed.

"Nangong Yan, a great talent from Jingbei, why is he here?"

Zhou Hua felt something was wrong.

Zhou Baiyue frowned. He had also heard of Nangongyan's name, but the south and the north were far apart, and there was no formal comparison. He never expected to meet at this time. Was this to suppress him?

"Humph!"

Zhou Baiyue threw up his sleeves and stepped down. Originally, the Writers Association had prepared a good poem and planned to cheat and replace it, but Zhou Baiyue believed in himself and wrote the poem "Nian" on the spot. He wanted to see what this great talent from Jingbei was capable of. .

"Please draw a question!"

"No, just this!" Nangong Yan replied.

At this time, all eyes were on Nangong Yan, and they had the same topic.

"pen and ink!"

Nangong Yan said lightly, the host only reacted, and immediately asked Li Yi to take out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone again.

"Nangong Yan wants to write poetry too!"

"Is the great talent in Jingbei facing the number one talent in the south of the Yangtze River? This is wonderful!"

"Jiangnan Writers Association played tricks, but Nangong Yan would dare to do it. No one can compare to this courage and confidence!"

People from the Jiangnan Writers Association stared at Nangong Yan, only to see the latter wielding his pen, dragons and snakes leaping about in his brushstrokes, the fonts and strokes are like dragons, and the flowing clouds and flowing water make people feel as if they are expressing their hearts.

Zhou Baiyue's face turned ugly.

At this time, Nangong Yan's pen fell down and the words were completed.

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The cold wind invades the windows, and the curtains are drawn to the corridor.

The moonlight enters the high-rise building, lovesickness and sorrow.

Boundless family and state affairs, merged into Shuangmocui.

If there is an early plum blossom, one branch should be sent!
Although the literati and poets here could not write such good words, they still had their eyesight. Regardless of the calligraphy, once this word came out, it felt faintly superior to Zhou Baiyue.

Immediately, everyone turned their attention to Yang Jiancheng. He has studied classical poetry for half his life and has the most right to speak!
"This word not only expresses the author's nostalgia for his girlfriend, but also expresses his concern for state affairs. The meaning of the word is pun, and the metaphor is quite deep. "If you encounter early plum blossoms, you should send a branch", which has infinite meaning and is very emotional The whole word has a unique style and is unconventional. It is worthy of being a great talent in Jingbei, good! good! good!"

Yang Jiancheng's words made everyone in the Jiangnan Writers Association turn blue. Yang Jiancheng used three "good" in a row, which is enough to show the beauty of this poem, which is far better than Zhou Baiyue's words.

Immediately afterwards, Qin Huai's words made the Jiangnan Writers Association worse. "Nangongyan's calligraphy has the style of a master. In another ten years, he will be far ahead of me!"

"Wow~!"

There was an uproar in the audience, Qin Huai's comments were not high, could it be that another Shuang (calligraphy) Jue (poetry) appeared ten years later?

These words completely decided the outcome.

The Jiangnan Writers Association never expected that they would lose in the first part of their design. After all, Jingbei is not the only one who came here this time. After all, Nangong Yan must have been prepared. Will they win next time?

Zhou Hua and the others felt aggrieved. If this continues, they will definitely be scolded to death by the people of Jiangnan if they lose in this symbolic Wangjiang Tower!
And as Jiangnan's audience, they naturally didn't want to believe this fact. They lost in the first round, so it's okay.

Originally, I believed that the Writers Association would hold the Bamboo Cottage Wenhui in Wangjiang Tower, and it would definitely exit with a complete victory, but who knows, it lost at the beginning.

"Bastard! I didn't expect Jingbei to be so powerful!"

"Jiangnan lost!"

"Sure enough, I had a hunch last year. I didn't expect that the Writers Association made so much preparation this year, but they still lost!"

"Not necessarily, there are two more links in the back!"

"Fart, do you think people dare to come without preparation?"

"That's over, damn Writers' Association, even if it's lost in other places, why is it Wangjiang Tower, won't Jiangnan literati bow their heads when they meet Jingbei literati in the future?"

"Damn it, who can go up and write another song?"

"Even Zhou Baiyue lost, who can win? Besides, not only poetry, but also calligraphy? How many people do you think there are in Jiangnan?"

At this time, the host who had talked so eloquently before did not dare to speak.

"Host, since no one is on stage again, then I, Jing Bei, won the poetry segment?"

Nangong Yan said softly.

"Ah? Yes!" The host nodded quickly.

Hearing this, other provinces and cities looked gloating, while the people in Jiangnan were full of lifeless anger. They hoped that someone would stand up and beat Nangongyan.

"Since there is no objection here, I declare that the winner of this session is the poem"

Just as the hostess announced, a clear voice sounded.

"Hey, wait!"

(End of this chapter)