Pavillion, if you tease me again, I will bend

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"Hehe, Miss Buddha has made the venue quite hot. Please be quiet for a while, and I will explain the rules of the Poetry Contest..." The host rambled on for a long time, and the competition was about to officially start...

What started earlier was of course the hot spot, some simple poems, whoever can answer the next sentence will get a point.

Before starting, find a team by yourself, in groups of about five people.

Those men were like clusters of ants after hearing this, looking for each other's team members, those they knew and those they didn't know, all huddled together.Presumably this is also the purpose of Mo Guanlou this time. These people get acquainted with each other a little bit, making the attic much more lively.

The host finally rang the gong, heralding the official start of the poetry and prose conference.The hall was suddenly full of voices, and everyone started talking.

The attendant gave questions to each group, and those people were ready with notes.

Flo sat on the second floor, watching the people preparing for the competition downstairs.

In fact, before she was introduced by the host, she saw the woman downstairs, the woman with the veil, who else could it be if it wasn't Fang Miaoran.

Fu Luo kept staring at her like this, until the host introduced him, and then retracted his gaze. During this period, he could vaguely feel Fang Miaoran's eager eyes on him, but he didn't respond to her.

How did he know that when he turned his head later, she was nowhere to be seen, and after scanning around, he didn't know where she and Fang Jin had gone.

About ten minutes passed.

"Everyone, it's time for preparation. Now I'm going to start answering the questions. I'll say a word right now, and everyone can lead the poem." The host picked up the note in his hand and said loudly, "The first round, the keyword is: Mei."

Of course, this didn't stop everyone in the field. Everyone competed for answers, and almost every group got a lot of points.

As if he had expected it, the host nodded and said with a smile on his face: "It is expected, this will not be a problem for all talented scholars." Then he changed the subject, his expression changed, and said: "The difficulty will become more and more difficult in the future. It’s getting bigger and bigger, I hope everyone is prepared.”

"Second game, keyword: fire."

Hearing the title, Fu Luo upstairs first raised his eyebrows, his eyes suddenly became full of light, waiting for the answer of those people.

Sure enough, the second round was not as simple as the first round. Some people frowned and didn't know how to answer.Some people answered yes, but they were too reluctant. After this time, many groups fell into a disadvantage.

The host saw this battle, and said: "It seems that it is not easy to win the crown of this year's Moguanlou. There are still five groups left. The building stipulates that only two groups can be left in the last round of the first round." , that is, ten people, I hope you are talented enough."

Now these five groups of people have been invited to the host stage.At this moment, there were 25 Pianpian young masters standing on the stage, all of them were full of scriptures, and the people in the audience were shouting, stretching out their hands and clapping their hands.

Fu Luo was sitting on the second floor, of course she saw Fang Jin on the stage, but she never expected that Tao Zheng was also here.

The host smiled, seeing what everyone was looking forward to, without being wordy, he directly said the card: "Keyword of the third game: cold."

The people in Fang Jin's group also seemed to be official disciples, and they surrounded the city in a circle, discussing how to answer.

As early as the ancient Crane Tower Festival, Tao Zheng and Fang Jin had a contest once.

At this moment, Tao Zheng was not to be outdone, he tried his best and kept talking with his side.

Fu Luo could see clearly on the stage, she had been staring at a figure's back without turning her eyes, and at this moment her heart was full of doubts.

The game is going on, everyone has their own thoughts...

Fang Jin's group advanced first in this round, and Tao Zheng narrowly won in the remaining four groups.

Tao Zheng stood aside, thinking to himself, why is Fang Jin in such good condition today?Otherwise, how can the witty words be repeated, every sentence is like a god, and the theme is so firmly grasped.

Fang Jin's group had been discussing in a circle before, so that everyone didn't see the back clearly. Now that person turned around, he turned out to be a man with a wonderful and delicate face, with thin lips and eyebrows, and a complexion. After a while, even the men in the audience were stunned for a while.

Tao Zheng stood aside, wondering which official son this was, who was so handsome.

The host hurriedly brought back everyone's thoughts while everyone was in a daze: "Everyone, there are only two groups left now. The result depends on how these ten young masters perform." The host pursed his lips and said with a smile: "Since it is Choose the crown, and there will be no grouping, one person and one team." After finishing his speech, the host looked up at Fu Luo.

"Miss Buddha, can you tell me about the final rules of the game?"

Fu Luo nodded, stood up, and walked towards the first floor. Everyone made way for her, but she kept her eyes on the presiding platform from the beginning to the end, and only slowly opened her mouth when she reached the platform: "The rule is very simple, just write a poem, and whoever writes it well will be crowned."

"What about the judging rules?" Someone in the crowd yelled, and everyone nodded after listening.

After hearing this, the host immediately said: "Good question, the rule is that the last words rhyme, the whole poem must have a sense of imagery, the stronger the better, as for the judging criteria, it is to ask everyone to vote, whoever thinks the best will win The host paused for a moment, and then said: "For the sake of fairness, we will award rice paper to these ten young masters, and after the poem is completed, post it anonymously. Everyone votes for what you think is the best."

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