The strongest young talent in history

Chapter 147
No matter how much Su Mo looked down on Zhang Zui, he had to say that this Zhang Zui was indeed talented, and the song "A Visit to the Golden Gate-The Wind Rises" was quite well written.

Not to mention that it was a temporary ci, even if it was carefully prepared, there may not be many people in the Song Dynasty who could write better Wing Chun ci than this one. After all, the level of ci in the Song Dynasty in this world is really low.

No wonder this Zhang Zui is so confident, it seems that he really has something in his belly.

Hearing the compliments from the people around him, Zhang Zui's face became more complacent.

He looked at Su Mo and said provocatively: "How about it, Su Mo, if you admit defeat now, I can consider reducing the bet a little."

Zhao Feiwu under the stage frowned slightly. She is someone who understands words, and she knows that the level of Zhang Zui's words is definitely not easy to win.

At this moment, Fan Jiang personally came over to the second floor of Fang's gouache shop. As soon as he entered the room on the second floor, the atmosphere in the room immediately became dignified.

Everyone in the room is very clear that Fan Jiang, who looks very arrogant and brain-dead, is actually an extremely vicious poisonous snake. If anyone underestimates him because of his external performance, he will definitely be eaten. There were none left, but none of them knew why Fan Jiang suddenly appeared here.

Hearing Zhang Zui's poem, Fan Jiang smiled and said, "What do you think of Zhang Zui's poem? What are the chances of winning?"

Fang Zhimin's body trembled, and he hurriedly replied flatteringly: "Although the villain is not very proficient in poetry, he can still tell that Zhang Zui's poem is absolutely perfect, and he must win!"

"That's right. Throughout the past and present, among all the poems about spring in the world, there are not many poems that can compare with Zhang Zui's "Jin Jinshan". Zhang Zui will definitely win this battle."

"No matter how good Su Mo is, I don't think he can compose a better Wing Chun song than Zhang Zui's in half a stick of incense time!"

"Haha, now Su Mo is about to fall, and his reputation and wealth will disappear!"

……

These people's mindless flattery made Fan Jiang very disdainful, but he didn't say much.

He looked at Su Mo on the stage downstairs through the window and murmured to himself: "Su Mo, let me see how you will deal with it!"

……

At this time, in front of the door of Su's Soap Shop, everyone's eyes were fixed on Su Mo on the stage, and they wanted to hear whether this great talent who made "Poppy" could defend his glory this time and make a good show. The first word shocked Taikang again, and consolidated his position as the number one talented scholar of Taikang just now.

Facing Zhang Zui's provocation, Su Mo just looked at him quietly, then grinned and said, "Mr. Zhang, you are really confident! I haven't even written a word yet, so you know you're going to win me, can you Winning is not up to you, after I make a statement, let these three referees make the decision!"

Zhang Zui curled his lips disdainfully and said: "Since you don't know how to cherish the opportunity given to you, then just wait to die! Okay, tell me your words!"

Su Mo ignored him, and said in his heart: "System, exchange for a song "Butterfly Love Flower" by Su Shi."

It took half a stick of incense before Su Mo selected the nouns of Su Shi from the system.

With the words of the great talent Su Dongpo, it is not easy to abuse a little Zhang Zui.

"Ding, the four points have been deducted successfully. Congratulations to the host for redeeming Su Shi's "Butterfly Love Flower-Chunjing"."

As expected of Su Shi's words, it cost four points, Su Mo secretly sighed.

Su Mo sorted out his thoughts, his face was suddenly full of confidence, and with a faint smile, he said loudly: "Everyone, I have also finished my lyrics, this one is called "Butterfly Love Flower-Chunjing".

The flowers fade and the red and green apricots are small. When the swallows fly, the green water is surrounded by people.There are few willows blowing on the branches, and there is no fragrant grass anywhere in the world!

There are swings inside the wall and roads outside the wall, pedestrians outside the wall, and beautiful women inside the wall laugh.Laughter gradually fades away, sentimental but ruthless annoyed! "

After Su Mo finished reading this poem, hundreds of people in front of the Su-style soap shop fell silent at the same time, and they could hear clearly even if a needle fell on the ground.

After a while, deafening praise burst out from the crowd.

"Okay, what a poem that hurts the spring. Once this word comes out, future generations may never have the face to write a word that hurts the spring!"

"It's such a profound artistic conception. The catkins are flying and the spring is coming to an end. Of course it makes people sad, but the green grass is a state of its own."

"Yes, Mr. Su Mo's broad-mindedness can be seen here. I have never seen anyone who can write such an artistic conception in every poem!"

"What I like the most is that the laughter in this poem gradually fades away, and the sentimentality is ruthlessly annoyed! There is a touch of sadness."

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At this time, Lu Zhi'an and Sun Qiwen, who were shocked by Su Mo's words, also stood up from their seats in surprise, their faces full of surprise.

They knew that Su Mo would not disappoint them and could definitely compose a masterpiece. However, they did not expect that Su Mo would compose another masterpiece.

Lu Zhian stroked his beard gently, and said: "Good words, looking at the whole word, it not only describes the scenery of spring, but also the people of spring, and the latter can also be regarded as a special kind of scenery.

I want to work hard, but I can't do it after all. The whole word truly reflects a psychological process, with a hazy artistic conception and endless aftertaste. "

Sun Qiwen also said: "Men are passionate, women are ruthless. Passion and ruthlessness are often interpreted as love. There are feelings of nostalgia for life experience, feelings of homesickness, yearning for young lives, and feelings of serving the country.

Perhaps it is the analogy and association of the relationship between the monarch and his ministers, which may double the emotion of the past, or it may be a kind of thinking about the philosophy of life, which makes people recall and imagine. "

Zhao Feiwu looked at Su Mo on the stage, and his mind suddenly went blank.

At this time, Su Mo was wearing a green shirt and standing in the center of the stage, with a charming smile on his lips, and his face was filled with confidence that only he had.

At this moment, there seemed to be only Su Mo in the center of the world, and she only had Su Mo in her eyes, and she could no longer see anyone else, as if time had stood still.

This is her man, her talent and learning can shock the entire Taikang County, and every time a masterpiece comes out of his hands, countless people flock to it.

Although he is peaceful and kind, he has an undisguised edge, and he will be the protagonist wherever he goes.

Her man is just so good. God made her miss Liu Shixian, but gave her a better Su Mo. It turned out that she was never an unfortunate woman. On the contrary, her luck was incomparable.

At this moment, the last shadow of Liu Shixian left in her heart completely dissipated.

At this moment, her heart was filled with Su Mo, and there was no room for anyone.

At this moment, her heart knot was completely untied.

Unknowingly, the corner of Zhao Feiwu's mouth raised a beautiful arc, it was a happy smile, a proud smile, she was proud of Su Mo!
(End of this chapter)