Red Dust Daqian

Standing on the writing table, Zhou Sen bowed to the judges and prepared to compose a poem. The judges were also short-sighted and vulgar. Except for the chief referee, no one returned the greeting to Zhou Sen. They looked down on Taoist priests.

Zhou Sen sighed in his heart, when I finish writing the poem, you will be surprised.

Without thinking too much, he picked up the pen and wrote down the poem, "Water light..." The judges who were supposed to sing and read the poem with the poets and the crowd only took a look at Zhou Sen's handwriting, which was crooked and not straight, really ugly, with a look of contempt, and even his job of singing and reading poems was too lazy to do. He looked up into the distance, not caring to see what Zhou Sen wrote.

The audience saw the contemptuous look on the face of the singing and reading judge, and they all thought that Zhou Sen's poems must be clichés, not even worthy of being sung and read, and laughed at him. "Look at the situation, this Taoist priest is really no good. Look at the singing and reading judge, he doesn't even bother to read his poems, let alone sing and read the Taoist priest's poems." "It must be shoddy and unbearable to look at." "Wait for this Taoist priest to come down, someone will go up first." "What do you mean you go first, I go first." "Don't fight, at worst we can finish the poem together." "There must be a sequence, otherwise how can the singing and reading master sing and read?" "Your poem is probably the same as this Taoist priest, the judge won't even look at it." "Don't forget the singing and reading judge to sing and read poems that are pleasing to the ear."

You are laughing at me now, wait till I finish my poem, and then we will see if you can still laugh. Zhou Sen ignored the ridicule and finished his poem quickly. Seeing that the judge was still looking at the sky in a pretentious way, Zhou Sen coughed a few times, indicating that he had finished his poem and could evaluate it.

The referee squinted his eyes and looked at Zhou Sen with contempt, and picked up the paper with the unbearable font with contempt. No matter how ugly the handwriting is, he still has to do his job as a judge to judge the poems. But it doesn't matter if you don't read it, it will be terrible if you read it. Zhou Sen saw the referee's expression change three times in a short period of time, and thought it was ridiculous. The referee's expression changed from contempt to relaxation, from relaxation to surprise, and finally from surprise to shock.

The contestants in the audience could no longer hold back and rushed forward to write their own poems. Zhou Sen immediately scolded the judges who were shocked by Zhou Sen's poems and drove the contestants off the stage. The crowd was confused and wondered if the Taoist's clichés also needed to be sung.

The referee was so excited that he stammered, "The water is so bright and clear, the mountains are so misty and the rain is so strange..." What's wrong with the referee? He stuttered so much. Did he lose the basic quality of reading? It's really an insult to the immortals. This should be a good poem. The referee couldn't listen any more and took the poem from the referee to read it himself. Zhou Sen saw the referee's expression change three times. The characters are really ugly and unbearable to look at. But this poem. This poem is really good, it is simply a masterpiece for all ages.

The referee remained calm and read the poem written by Zhou Sen in a sonorous and powerful voice: The water is bright and beautiful when the weather is fine, and the mountains are misty and strange when it rains. If I were to compare Qinghu Lake to Xi Shi, she would be beautiful with light or heavy makeup.

After reading the poem, the referee laughed out loud and praised: "What a good poem! What a good poem! Today I have the honor to sing and recite this masterpiece that will be passed down through the ages. I have no regrets on this trip. Ha~ha~ha." The referee's laughter was almost crazy.

The poets who had just rushed in were dumbfounded when they heard such a good sentence. This Taoist priest is really a hidden talent. This poem is not just good, it is good enough to be passed down through the ages. It is hundreds of times better than Li Qinwei's poem. They are too embarrassed to show their poems. They will definitely have no chance in the second round. But fortunately, they were not forced to write poems just now, otherwise it would be embarrassing. Now imagine your own poem, what a joke. Some extreme people even sighed that they would never write a poem with the lake as the theme again in their life, it was embarrassing.

After listening to Zhou Sen's poem, the competition area was in chaos, and many people asked the referee to read it a few more times. When the referee was reading the poem, the contestants were immersed in the beautiful artistic conception created by the poem.

Zhou Sen's poems not only exploded in the Baihua Garden competition area, but also in the audience area who heard Zhou Sen's poems, they all woke up from their indifferent chats. They did not expect such a masterpiece to appear in the first round. They all cast their hot eyes and wanted to see the style of the poet. They also sighed: What a good poem, this poem describes the scenery like a painting, is popular, and will be sung for thousands of years.

When the referee of Zhou Sen's group finished reading for the fifth time, a guard in brocade clothes came and took away Zhou Sen's poem.

"I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it. Jiangxia Prefecture actually has such a talented person. Congratulations to the King of Chu, congratulations to the King of Chu." After hearing Zhou Sen's poems, someone on the main podium flattered the King of Chu.

Yu Wenzhonglan, the chief judge of this Qixi Poetry Competition, was supposed to judge the poems in the last round. Upon hearing this poem, he could not help but sigh: "This poem is fresh, bright, free and beautiful. Good poem, good poem. I am lucky to have come from Kyoto to participate in this Qixi Poetry Competition. I have no regrets to be able to recognize this poem first."

At this moment, the audience didn't care about the rules of the game. They all wanted to know who wrote the poem and which rooster laid the egg. They all requested that the King of Chu send someone to bring the author of the poem to meet him. The King of Chu also loved poetry, otherwise he wouldn't have held this conference. The King of Chu ordered the guards without hesitation: "Go and check who wrote this poem. Please come and greet the distinguished guests."

Princess Wanning in the gauze tent was holding the poems that had just been confiscated, carefully examining and appreciating them. Looking at Zhou Sen's handwriting on the paper, she sighed, "This handwriting is still so ugly. How can he have the nerve to write it?" This demon Taoist is really attached to the world of mortals. Every poem is inseparable from the friendship of women. He really doesn't look like a Taoist. However, this demon Taoist's literary talent did not disappoint me. I hope he can surprise me later.

Princess Wanning, who was deep in thought, suddenly woke up when she heard that the King of Chu was going to invite Zhou Sen. She was afraid of disturbing Zhou Sen's next poem creation, so she said to the King of Chu: "Uncle Wang, don't check it. This poem was written by a Taoist named Zhang Mumu."

As soon as the princess finished speaking, the guard came forward to report: "Your Highness, we have checked and found that this poem was written by Taoist Zhang Mumu." The guests were all impressed: Taoist, this poem was actually written by a Taoist. Does this sound like something a Taoist would write? He is simply a great writer. How can those literati and scholars deal with it?

The fact that a Taoist priest wrote such an ancient poem aroused everyone's curiosity even more. They wanted to pull the Taoist priest over immediately to test his literary talent and verify his authenticity.