Red Dust Daqian

It was unheard of for a Taoist priest to participate in the Qixi Poetry Contest. In fact, the King of Chu was also very curious about what kind of Taoist priest could write such a famous poem. And judging from the poem, this Taoist priest should not shy away from the love between men and women.

What kind of strange Taoist priest is this? The King of Chu directly ordered the guards, "Go and bring this Taoist priest to the viewing platform for this king to meet the distinguished guests." Princess Wanning persuaded the King of Chu, "Uncle, wait a minute. Anyway, we can meet him today, so there is no need to rush. It is better to let this Taoist priest finish the remaining two rounds of poetry competitions first, and then summon him. My niece also wants to see if this Taoist priest can come up with beautiful and famous verses like the first round that will be passed down through the ages."

The King of Chu thought about it carefully. Yes, there are still two rounds to go and there might be some surprises. If he calls him now, it might delay the next poetry competition. He agreed and said, "Wan Ning's words have aroused my interest even more. I also want to see if this Taoist is really talented and can create more good sentences." After speaking, the King of Chu waved his hand and the guards on standby left.

The contestants who were supposed to participate in the second and third rounds of the poetry competition, upon hearing Zhou Sen's poem, all sighed: Fortunately, this poem appeared in the first round. If it had appeared in the third round, the first prize would probably not belong to the author of this poem, and the others would definitely have no chance. Some even concluded that it would be difficult to find a poem that could surpass this one today, including the Taoist who wrote it.

Zhou Sen was actually prepared for such a sensation. Just kidding, Su Shi and Su Dongpo, the Eight Great Masters of Tang and Song Dynasties, are not just for nothing. This poem "Drinking on the Lake After Rain, Part Two" is even praised as the masterpiece of West Lake. How can you not be convinced?

Borrowing the famous poem of Mr. Su Dongpo, Zhou Sen silently lit three incense sticks for Su Dongpo and bowed to thank Mr. Su Dongpo for his contribution of the famous quotes that have been passed down through the ages. I borrowed it and changed a word, all for the sake of helping him get through the difficult times, please don't blame me.

After hearing the poem "Drinking on the Lake After Rain, Part 10", Xiangcao, Shen Qianrou and Shen Yueer also applauded Zhou Sen generously. Xiangcao was even more impressed: "He is still my junior brother, how come his poetry skills are so strong? In the past 10 years, no one has taught him how to choose words and make sentences. How did he do it? I didn't expect it to be so hidden. Senior sister has really underestimated you in the past years."

Shen Qianrou's feeling was: Mumu Husband, you are really great, you really didn't let Qianrou down. But this poem is not as good as the one written for Qianrou. The sentence that Husband wrote for me, 'I searched for him thousands of times in the crowd, and when I turned around, he was in the dim light' If I take out this poem today, it will shock these ignorant people to death.

Shen Yueer sighed: "Husband? No, Miss Husband. Great, Miss was right about you."

Li Qinwei was incredulous, and his face was full of relief. Li Qinwei squeezed in front of Zhou Sen and complimented him: "Master Zhang, what a good poem. Fortunately, Master allowed me to compose the poem first. Otherwise, I would be embarrassed to compare my poem with Master Zhang." Before Zhou Sen could even say anything polite, Li Qinwei sighed: "Oh, thinking of the compliments from fellow poets and the audience, I feel ashamed and embarrassed to compare with Master Zhang. I hope that in the second round of the poetry competition, I will not be in the same group with Master Zhang, otherwise I will definitely have no hope of entering the third round."

Zhou Sen said politely: "Brother Li, you are too modest. Brother Li's attainments in poetry are obvious to all. Moreover, Brother Li is a chivalrous man. I believe that even if he composes poems behind me, he will be better than those people who just follow others and have no opinions of their own."

No one expected that Zhou Sen's poems would directly push the Qixi Poetry Contest to a small climax. Whether it was the contestants, the audience, or the participants of the poetry contest, the emotions were unprecedentedly high. Now they were all focused on the second round of the competition, and they didn't care about socializing or not. They all wanted to see if there would be any more surprises.

The second round of competition soon began. The contestants in the second round were all shocked by Zhou Sen's poems. Now no one dared to look down on this Taoist priest of unknown origin. At the beginning of the grouping, whether it was the contestants who had just entered the first round of competition or the winners of the poetry competition who directly entered the second round, they all prayed in their hearts that they would not be assigned to the same group with that strange Taoist priest, otherwise they might not even have the chance to enter the third round.

Of course, there were also some stubborn contestants who, hoping for the best, said, "Maybe the question was just right, and the Taoist priest had prepared it beforehand and said a poem from hearsay. Maybe he won't be able to write such a good poem in the second round of poetry competition." Hearing this, other contestants joked, "Brother, if I'm drawn to be in the same group with the weird Taoist priest, can you switch with me?" The stubborn contestant replied, "Switch, impossible. If I end up in the same group with the Taoist priest, it can only be said that it's your own fate."

第二轮比赛总人数150人，第一轮优胜者100人，以往诗词大会优胜者50人。分50小组，每小组三人选出一人。共选出选出50人进入第三轮比试。评委依旧是5队，每队评委评比10小组选手诗词。即会出现30位选手一个主题。

The 150 people were quickly divided into groups by drawing lots. The contestants were curious about the groups of other contestants. "Brother, which group are you assigned to? Which group is that Taoist priest in?"

"Fortunately, it's not our group."

"Ha, ha, ha, that Taoist theme is different from ours. How lucky."

"Fuck, I'm in the same topic group with that Taoist priest. What should I do? If the poems we write are too different, it will be too embarrassing and awkward. But luckily, we're not in the same group."

At this time, a man wailed, "Fuck, I'm so miserable. How come I was assigned to the group of the weird Taoist priests? Then what's the point of me writing poems and competing? Is there any brother willing to exchange with me? I can pay 10 taels of silver." A brother who seemed to be very familiar with the wailing man laughed and said, "Qiao Wenjin, congratulations. Who cares about your 10 taels of silver for those who can enter the second round of the poetry competition? Reputation is more important. We don't want to go to your group and embarrass ourselves."

One unlucky person has appeared, and now everyone is curious about who the other unlucky person is. They all asked, "Who is the other person in the Taoist group?" "Did you find out which unlucky person was drawn into a group with the weird Taoist?"

All the contestants who escaped the disaster wanted to gloat over the misfortune at this moment, to see who the unlucky person was and to see the expression of the unlucky person in order to seek comfort in their hearts.