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Xiao Wushuang breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "That Muxuan is one of the four major families in Tianling City. The young master of the Mu family is a direct descendant of the Mu family. He is well-educated and an inner disciple of the Shanchuan Sect. The son of a wealthy family."

Suddenly, Yang Fan chuckled, looked at Xiao Wushuang playfully, and said, "Then Mu Xuan...does he care about you?"

"Rare? What does this mean?"

Xiao Wushuang's eyes were full of doubts.

"Um...that means I like you."

As soon as these words came out, Xiao Wushuang was stunned, and then his face turned red instantly.

He glared at Yang Fan angrily, and said, "Young Master Yang Fan, what are you talking about?"

"Just kidding, why are you so excited?"

Shrinking his neck, Yang Fan sneered, and was about to say something.

On the other side of the pavilion, there was a loud and clear voice.

"Everyone, the annual Qingyang Lantern Festival is about to start. If you want to participate, you can come to Qingyang Pavilion."

Chapter 96 Poetry Competition

As soon as this voice came out, everyone on the Linghu Lake was immediately attracted, and even the people by the Linghu Lake stopped and looked at the pavilion.

Immediately afterwards, many people headed towards the pavilion.

At this time, there were already dozens of people gathered in the pavilion, which was tens of feet in size.

In the pavilion, on the left and right sides, there is a jade table and six bluestone chairs.

In addition to the two emerald stone tables, a long table was built in the middle.

A dozen people were divided into two groups.They sat at the emerald stone tables on both sides.

In addition, five men and women of slightly older grades sat behind the long table.

But at this time, one was wearing a gilt robe in Tsing Yi, full of bookishness.But the man with extremely calm breath stood in the middle holding a bamboo slip in his hand.

This person is the son of the Pavilion Master of Yingcai Pavilion, Hu Yinglong.

Responsible for presiding over the Poetry Competition of the Qingyang Lantern Festival this time.

"The Poetry Competition has started, let's go, let's get a good seat."

"This time, the third prince, who claims to be familiar with three thousand poems and books, will also participate. The sword-reciting poem he composed has been included in Wenyuan Pavilion."

"The unicorn genius Gu Sanyuan is also there, haha. This Qingyang Lantern Festival is really a gathering of influential people, but I don't know, who can win the championship?"

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As the Poetry Competition was about to begin, discussions began to ring out from time to time in the surrounding area.

However, although the Fighting Poetry Association does not stipulate what qualifications are required to participate, most people are self-aware.

In Tianling City, those who have the ability to win the first prize in the poetry competition are all famous and talented people.

Therefore, there is a title of eighteen heroes in Tianling City, which represents the eighteen people with the most top talents in Tianling City.

Of course, every year there is no lack of a few blockbuster talents who squeeze out some people and become the list of eighteen heroes.

Except for a few individuals, basically, others do not have the courage and knowledge to dare to participate in the poetry competition.

At this time, Yang Fan and his party also came to the pavilion.

Those people in the pavilion also saw the four of them, Yang Fan.

But almost everyone just glanced at Yang Fan and Chen Xiaoyu brothers and sisters, and then all eyes fell on Xiao Wushuang.

However, no one spoke.

Xiao Wushuang just nodded to the acquaintances, and then found a seat with Yang Fan and the three of them.

Not long after, Mu Xuan and the others also came, walked to the seat opposite to Yang Fan and the others and sat down.

"Wearing a golden dragon robe. That person must be the third prince, right? As expected of the prince of the dynasty, this temperament is good, but why doesn't the aura look very strong?"

After sitting down, Yang Fan also looked at it.

In the arena, in terms of status, he should be a young man sitting in the center of a jade table.

This person is wearing a dazzling golden dragon robe, on which two golden dragons are carved.

In the Daling Dynasty, the only people who were qualified to wear this kind of robe were the royal children.

But, as the prince of a dynasty.However, Yang Fan sensed from the aura on his body that the third prince's cultivation base was not high, and he only had a cultivation base of the third level of the Spiritual Refining Realm.

With the background of a dynasty, even with pills and hard piles of resources, a prince's cultivation would not exceed the third level of the Spiritual Refining Realm.

Could it be that he spent all his energy on studying poetry and books, which delayed his cultivation?

"Since no one comes again, I declare that the poetry competition will begin immediately."

Seeing that no one came to the pavilion again, Hu Yinglong also smiled.

Scanning around the Linghu Lake, the gathered crowd took a look.Then he looked at the people in the pavilion and said: "I think you all know this rule. With today's scene, you can improvise a poem or a poem. The title is the beauty of the moon."

After the words fell, everyone in the pavilion began to lower their eyebrows and start to think.

"Everyone, if you are not talented, you will show your ugliness first."

At this time, a young man with an elegant posture and a slightly thin body, but with a strong bookish look all over his body stood up and cupped his fists towards everyone.

When Hu Yinglong saw this person, he smiled lightly and said, "You are Mr. Zhang Xian, one of the eighteen heroes. The world says that you have read poetry and books since you were a child. Within ten years, you are expected to enter Wenyuan Pavilion. Hu is looking forward to Zhang Xian. It's a masterpiece of Mr. Xian."

"Overrated."

Zhang Xian is the eldest son of the Zhang family, a wealthy family, and has little interest in martial arts.But he is extremely obsessed with poetry, books and ritual scriptures.

The long-cherished wish is to join the palace of literati, Wenyuan Pavilion.

It was a blockbuster last year and was listed as one of the eighteen heroes of Tianling City.

Everyone also looked over, but a few of them had a hint of disdain in their eyes.

Some people are looking forward to it.

Yang Fan also pricked up his ears with great interest.

Hu Yinglong also waved his hand.Said: "Master Zhang Xian, please."

After coughing twice, Zhang Xian stepped to the edge of the pavilion, his gaze swept across the sparkling lake.Immediately, he raised his head to look at the bright moon, and his expression gradually became blurred.

Seeing this scene, Yang Fan's goosebumps almost rose.

At the next moment, Zhang Xian's voice also rang out.

"On this eve of the coming year, the Lianghu River Pavilion, the full moon returns, and the autumn light looks like this in a blink of an eye. When the beautiful woman returns, whoever laughs and laughs, only you are enough."

Following Zhang Xian's last word, the crowd watching around the pavilion burst into applause and applause.

Many people seemed to be Zhang Xian's fans, shouting with great enthusiasm.

Hu Yinglong said with a smile at this time: "It's a good poem for the occasion, posting the title."

behind it.The five men and women behind the long table also looked at each other, nodded, and leaned over their desks to write comments and scores on an ink scroll.

Impressively, in that line of scores, the full score is [-], and Zhang seems to have reached [-] points.

"As expected of one of the Eighteen Heroes, in such a short period of time, he wrote such excellent poems. Wu admires him."

Some people in the pavilion also spoke in praise.

But a few people, including the third prince, kept their faces unchanged, smiling, and didn't make any comments.

Xiao Wushuang's eyes also moved slightly at this time, pondering those few lines of poems, nodding his head from time to time.

But Yang Fan on the side curled his lips and muttered: "It seems that I was right to study science at the time. To me, these poems are really like chanting scriptures."

As for Chen Xiaoyu's brother and sister, they haven't studied poetry and books much, so they are also at a loss.

But at this time, the third prince who was wearing the golden dragon robe stood up and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhang Xian has started, so the prince can't fall behind."

"Hahaha... Hu has been known as the third prince for a long time, and I have been looking forward to it for a long time. Third prince, please."

Seeing the third prince standing up, Hu Yinglong's eyes also showed a strong look of anticipation.

The third prince, Ling Yun, among the children of the Da Ling Dynasty's royal family, his martial arts cultivation might only be in the middle class, but when it comes to poetry, books and rituals, he is definitely the first.

Like Yuan Feihong, the eldest son of the Yuan family, one of the four major families, he is known as a unicorn genius.

Among the eighteen heroes, he can also be ranked among the top three.

Under everyone's expectant eyes, the third prince Ling Yun pondered for a moment, then slowly read...

Chapter 97 Famous poems through the ages, water melodies!

"A flower sings at the bottom of the lake, moving a slanting moon, where the moon will return to rain, and the spring lotus is reflected like wind and snow."

"The night wind blows away the worries of last year, the beautiful woman He You, the drizzle gradually falls on the pavilion, and the hand that holds the son turns white."

Immediately, there was another sound of admiration and appreciation.

The eyes that looked at Ling Yun were also full of admiration.

Many people directly dismissed the idea of ​​going on stage.

The five people in the Yingcai Pavilion all scored a high score of nine points.

Maybe, the leader of the poetry competition this time will fall into the hands of the third prince Ling Yun.

Even Xiao Wushuang's eyes were full of splendor.

But Yang Fan beside her rolled his eyes, completely confused about what these people are so excited about.

Just these two poems.To be honest, Yang Fan couldn't tell the difference at all.

Thinking that there will be people who will come to the stage to read poems later, I feel bored for a while.

Subconsciously, he just shook his head.

But that's the shake.Something went wrong.

"En? My friend, do you have any opinion on this prince's poems?"

The third prince Ling Yun just turned around, and when his eyes moved, he happened to see Yang Fan shaking his head, coupled with Yang Fan's boring and nonchalant expression at this time, his brows suddenly frowned.

The rest of the people also looked at Yang Fan.

"Uh... don't get me wrong, I'm just a little bored. Don't think too much about it."

Being watched by everyone in unison, Yang Fan replied instinctively, but he regretted it as soon as he finished speaking.

Sure enough, not only Ling Yun, but the rest of the people also began to look a little unhappy.

"Heh, this friend is really loud. The Qingyang Lantern Festival's annual poetry competition is so boring in your eyes."

"Are you looking down on Mr. Zhang Xian, the third prince's poems?"

"Since that's the case, why don't you compose a poem and let me see it later."

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Many people got up and stared at Yang Fan, their tone of voice was a bit yin and yang.

Xiao Wushuang at the side glanced helplessly at Yang Fan, then stood up, gave a salute, and said, "Everyone, this is a friend of Wushuang's. He...has no other intentions, so please don't blame him."

"Second Miss Xiao, this is the Poetry Competition, one of the most important events in Tianling City. It's not a place where people gossip. If you feel bored, it's better to leave as soon as possible."

A young man with a handsome face but gloomy brows and gloomy eyes cast a haughty look at Yang Fan and said in a cold voice.

His words have been recognized by many people.

Na Muxuan and his party didn't say anything, but they still looked like they were watching a show.

Xue'er showed even more sarcasm, waiting to see Yang Fan's group leave in despair.