Chapter 685 Shocking Work

The tea time passed quickly, Ye Feng stood up slowly, and Tang Liangyun walked to Ye Feng specially.

"Ye Feng, do it with confidence and boldness, the family will always support you!"

Ye Feng has a black line. He has won two games in a row now. Even if he loses the last two games, the Tang family will not lose anything. Now he stands up to comfort himself. At the beginning, he was not cautious at the beginning, thinking that Ye Feng would lose.

"Thank you, elder!"

Although Ye Feng knew it in his heart, he still expressed his gratitude. At least when the family came, they did not blame him and still supported him. This made Ye Feng quite touched.

From the beginning, Ye Feng had no intention of using the resources of the Tang family, but no one present except him knew it. They all believed that the Tang family was Ye Feng's backing.

"Who will fight in the third round of the Zhong family!"

Ye Feng came to the middle of the painting boat and asked the Zhong family camp. The third level is also the literary talent level. This level is relatively not difficult. Who said that cultivators are just rough people? There are still people who know how to write and use ink.

"Clan leader, let me come!"

At this time, a disciple took the initiative to ask for help and planned to fight.

"Well, it's up to you!"

Zhong Yang glanced at the man who asked for the visa and nodded.

"Zhong Shuang, you must win this round, otherwise our Zhong family will be very passive."

Zhong Li looked at the disciple who invited Ying with a serious tone.

"Don't worry, elder, I will definitely defeat my opponent and restore the honor of the family!"

The one who went into battle was named Zhong Shuang, with a confident look on his face. In terms of literary talent, he was confident.

The two sides stood still, Zhong Shuang's eyes were very cold, and he was holding a fan in his hand, which smelled of books, but unfortunately he had an aura of hostility.

"I have a painting here. Each of you will write a poem and attach it to the painting. In the end, whose poem is closer to the meaning of the painting will naturally be the winner!"

The third level is to write poems. Mr. Guo took out a painting from his arms, placed it on the case, and spread it flat. There was a huge mountain painted on it. On top of the huge mountain, a giant pine tree stood proudly. It has the meaning of pointing directly to the sky.

The two of them looked at the painting, and no one dared to write lightly. Once they started, there was no room for regret. They kept thinking, and the time limit was a stick of incense.

Many people around were talking about how they would compose a poem if it were them.

Is it describing the mountain peaks, the pines, or both.

This poses a difficult problem for everyone. If you describe a mountain peak, it is naturally a little off topic. If you describe a pine tree, it is also off topic. Therefore, the seemingly simple poem has stumped many people.

Time passed little by little. If he didn't pick up the pen, it would be too late. Zhong Shuang picked up the prepared brush, dipped it in ink, and with a big stroke, he began to write a poem in the lower left corner of the painting.

"The high ones are three thousand feet high, and the low ones are a thousand feet low. They are like wild animals. I don't know who has killed them!"

Zhong Shuang picked up his pen and wrote the signature, a five-character quatrain, which is quite appropriate. It describes the high mountains, the low mountains, and the green pines. I don’t know who planted them.

Only less than a third of the stick of incense was left, and Ye Feng was still lowering his head in thought.

Only a few people in the Tang family sneered, and most of them were secretly anxious. Zhong Shuang is done. No matter what, you can just write a song. It's better than not writing at all.

Looking at the sandalwood that was burned to the end, everyone's hearts were raised, because at this time Ye Feng suddenly picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and at a very fast speed, like a dragon flying and a phoenix dancing, the pen moved like a dragon, in this painting A poem is written in the lower right corner.

However, in the blink of an eye, the poem was formed, the sandalwood was burned to the end, the last drop of incense ash fell, Ye Feng also put down the pen in his hand, and some cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Everyone stood up and walked towards the case. The first one to walk towards the case was Mr. Guo. He paused for several breaths on each of their poems, and finally settled on Ye Feng's poem.

"wonderful,

It’s so wonderful, so suitable for the occasion! "

The person speaking was not Mr. Guo, but a large merchant. This man could be considered a literati and was proficient in some arts and sciences. I wonder whose poem he was evaluating.

Those who were close were all big shots. As for the disciples, they could only stand far away and couldn't see clearly what they were writing.

"The sentence mentions mountains, peaks, scenery, and pine trees. What's more, it also mentions the artistic conception and the ambition to reach the clouds!"

This time it was an elder of the Mo family who spoke, stroking his beard. Even the Mo family, who had never interfered in worldly affairs, spoke up, and seemed to be attracted by one of the poems.

"Good poems, good poems, even if the Poet Immortal were alive, he would not be able to write such sentences that fit the occasion!"

This time it was Tang Tian's turn to praise. Although it was a bit of a show off, he was indeed attracted by the meaning of the poem.

Only Mr. Guo gently stroked his beard and said nothing. He looked towards the Zhong family and found that all the Zhong family members had pale faces.

"What do you think?"

Mr. Guo didn't speak. He looked around and asked for everyone's opinions.

"What you see is poetry. The real meaning should be above the momentum. The whole spirit is integrated into the poem. The pen moves like a dragon out of the sea. Every word has the spirit of coming out of the cage, especially the word "pine". , as if alive."

This time it was the head of the Lan family who spoke, and he was also praising him, which was rare.

Only then did everyone realize. They looked carefully at the top of the sentence and found that the word "pine" was actually swaying, like a giant tree standing tall on a giant peak.

Mr. Guo smiled slightly. Finally, someone knew the goods. Those people just commented on the poems, but they didn't even notice this.

"Wonderful, wonderful, really eye-opening!"

The face of the big businessman who started to comment almost touched the painting, wanting to take a closer look.

"The five old peaks in the southeast of Lushan Mountain, the green hills are cut with golden hibiscus. The beauty of Jiujiang can be taken in. I will nest the cloud pine trees here. At that time, people did not know the Lingyun tree, until the Lingyun began to rise!"

Tang Liangyun read out the poem written by Ye Feng loudly, and now everyone around him could hear it clearly.

"Miao Miao Miao..."

There were bursts of witty remarks coming from all around, and they were all attracted by this verse, and they responded to the occasion.

Everyone present expressed their admiration, except for Ye Feng, who had a black line on his head and was squeezed out and retreated directly outside.

"Junior brother, I didn't expect your literary talent to be so outstanding. It seems that I have been worrying in vain!"

Seeing Ye Feng retreat, a rare smile appeared on Tang Yan's face. As expected, Ye Feng won this round. The Tang family won three of the four games. Even if they lost the last game, the Tang family would make a lot of money.

"Written blindly!"

Ye Feng curled his lips. This was just a poem he borrowed from his previous life. If people knew about it, I don't know what they would think, but at this point, Ye Feng wouldn't say it even if he was beaten to death.

At this time, the expressions of the Zhong family could no longer be used to describe the mood. They were all dejected and had to admire Ye Feng's poem.

"Ahem..."

Mr. Guo coughed a few times at this time, and those who were working on the case all got up and found that they were a little bit out of control. In their current state, they actually lost out in front of so many juniors.

"I lost my temper..."

Many people felt that they had lost their composure, so they quickly put away their embarrassment and sat down safely in their seats.

“Everyone can judge this round!”

Mr. Guo is not a one-spoken person and always seeks other people's opinions on everything.

"Ye Feng's poem is impeccable and deserves to win. It can be said to be a stunning work!"

The big merchant said without hesitation, and soon several cold eyes focused on him, and he quickly shrank his neck, not daring to speak.

"There are no threats in today's game. Everything is fair. Anyone who dares to tell lies will be in trouble with the old man."

Mr. Guo was a little angry. The look in the Zhong family's eyes just now was obviously threatening. These big merchants would not dare to offend the Zhong family.

After Mr. Guo's words, the Zhong family became more restrained and did not dare to show their fierceness anymore.

The big merchants and some disciples around him began to comment, pushing Ye Feng's poem to a new level.

"Now I declare that Ye Feng wins in the third round!"

Listening to the discussions around him, Mr. Guo announced the result.

Listening to the cheers of the Tang family, everyone in the Zhong family sat down limply. Zhong Yang had a gloomy look on his face, and Zhong Li stared at Ye Feng with murderous eyes.

Zhong Qiang showed a trace of decadence. Today's events were all caused by him. If he hadn't been competitive, he wouldn't have lost three games in a row.

But complaining now can no longer solve the problem. The key is whether we can get something back in the last round. Even if we lose two rounds, with the Zhong family's background, we can't break our bones.

"Everyone take a rest, let's move on to the fourth round!"

It was almost late at night, and the cold autumn wind was blowing, but it could not dampen everyone's mood. At this time, the interest was even higher, and more and more people were watching around. The Fire City had almost become an empty city, and everyone gathered here.

Feeling the eager eyes from all around, Ye Feng's expression was still very natural, and he was chatting and laughing with Wang Zi'ao and Tong Shen beside him. The Tang family disciples stepped forward to express their goodwill.

There were only a dozen or so people standing in the corner with grim expressions. It was Tang Lei and the others. Seeing Ye Feng's consecutive victories, Tang Lei couldn't sit still and wished he could go up and kill Ye Feng.

"Ye Feng, just relax for the last level, don't feel any pressure!"

Tang Liangyun still came over, with a spring breeze on his face and a smile on his face.

Even Tang Qiu, who had always had a straight face, couldn't understand his expression at this time. When he came to Huafang, Tang Qiu was hostile to Ye Feng, but now he began to change his attitude.

Tang Tian, ​​with a smile in his eyes, nodded to Ye Feng, telling him not to worry about anything and just go ahead and do it.

"Disciple understands that he will never let down the family!"

In any case, Ye Feng was still a little touched by the fact that his family did not abandon him after all.

"The fourth round begins now!"

After a tea break, the fourth round began, playing chess, calligraphy and painting. The last round should be about painting.

Ye Feng stood up and walked towards the middle of the painting boat. Someone had already set up two cases, with various paints placed on them, and one-meter-long rice paper prepared.

"Zhong Wuyan, go!"

Zhong Yang spoke at this time, and a young woman stood out from among the Zhong family disciples and walked towards the center of the field.

In the fourth round, the Zhong family sent out a woman. She was ordinary-looking, very enchanting, and exuded a strong aura of makeup.