Chapter 352

Second Master Zhu said, "Don't worry, as long as Mr. Xu's poems are not at the bottom, you will be considered the winner!"

Looking for an opportunity to criticize, the Second Master Zhu has already decided that Xia Zimo is extremely guilty.

Four people entered the arena, and servants soon moved four huge screens, covered with high-quality Xuanhua soft white tribute paper more than ten feet in length and width, and in front of each screen, there was a table made of nearly purple golden sandalwood, and there were ground Yunyan inkstones and Jinlanghao brushes.

Zhu Ergongzi said, "I am fair. This time, you will propose a question, one question for each table, write it on paper, and finally put it together. The girl in the green skirt will draw three questions, and then the four on the field will write their own compositions. Due to time constraints, the subject matter is limited to two poems and half a stick of incense." After finishing speaking, he glanced provocatively at Xia Zimo, as if he wanted Xia Zimo to continue to provoke.

However, these considerations were so thorough that Xia Zimo wanted to criticize him, but he couldn't do anything.

After a while, everyone drew up the topic and gathered it to the Second Young Master Zhu. All the folded papers were placed in a transparent bottle.

Zhu Ergong shook a few times, moved to the table where Xia Zimo was, handed over the bottle, and smiled triumphantly, "Please, beauty."

Xia Zimo glared at him, put his hand into the bottle, and picked out three pieces of paper. Second Master Zhu held up the three slips of paper, walked quickly to the venue, and was about to open them, but Xia Zimo said, "Wait a minute! There is a saying, Wen Wu is the first, and Wu Wu is the second. All four of them write essays, and who will judge the outcome. If the words are similar, everyone will judge. If there is something here, you will ask your government, how can you be convincing?"

"I knew you would be such a moth, look at this."

Xiao Fu Shen stood up and went into the circle, untied the spirit bird bag at his waist, and released a duck, the duck was about the size of a civet cat, with gorgeous feathers, a golden crown on top, a pair of black broad bean eyes, circling around in its orbit.

"Rui Duck!"

"There is such a strange beast!"

"I don't know if it is as magical as the rumors."

Everyone was chattering, but the duck flicked its feathers and flew into the air. It couldn't fly as high as ten feet, but its speed was quite fast. It finally landed on the table where Xia Zimo was, stared at her for a while, and said, "Beautiful girl, take good care of Master Ben, I will guarantee you good food and drink, and your wish will come true."

"roll!"

With a slap, Xia Zimo sent the duck flying.

The duck's defense was excellent, and even a single feather didn't fall off. It quacked, and said, "Mei Niu, quickly apologize to this young master, or you will look good on me."

Xiao Fushen couldn't stand it any longer, he got a ring in his hand, and tapped it lightly, the duck fluttered in the air, quacked, and cursed, "I'm sorry for your uncle, get over it, don't fucking knock it!"

Xiao Fu snorted coldly, "Shao Guang, if you dare to be presumptuous again, I will imprison you for a year next time!"

The duck glared at Xiao Fuchen bitterly, spread its wings, and stood in the middle of the field angrily, "What's the matter, hurry up, grandma, judging by your posture, you must hold a poetry meeting again. It's nothing more than holding a poetry meeting, and making a bunch of fucking bad poems. It's just a bunch of bad poems, and I have to let the old man come to judge. I'm so disgusted. Qiong Yao, one day the weather will be fine. Those who use the broom will use the broom, and those who use the shovel will use the shovel. Those who use the broom will use the broom, and the person who will use the shovel will use the shovel. I will be so disgusted that I can only vomit acid water for several days. My young master has said before, if I encounter such a person again this time, I would rather commit suicide by hitting the wall than suffer humiliation."

"Reassuring review is it!"

Xiao Fu glanced at him coldly, looked at Xu Yi and said, "Rui Ya will be the judge, you should have no objection."

"Very good, get your money ready!"

Xu Yi said lightly.

Rui Ya, he had seen in "The History of Ten Thousand Monsters", is the most peculiar monster among the three demons in the sky. It is born without attack ability, but has one supernatural power.

And because the Rui duck has no attack ability, even ordinary wild animals can't fight against it at the seedling stage. Therefore, the survival rate is extremely low. The Rui duck has not been handed down for hundreds of years in the world, but today it has encountered it.

In addition, the sky demon has an aloof temperament, and even if it is trapped, it is often not tame to its master. Just looking at the surlyness of this Rui Ya, it is obvious that it will not be biased towards Xiao Fuchen, and Rui Ya released the spirit bird bag later, and does not know the previous situation, so fairness is enough to guarantee.

"Then let's get started!"

The Second Young Master Zhu unfolded a piece of paper and said loudly, "The first question, Jiang Hu, write a composition with Jiang Hu as the theme. There is no limit to the poems, and the time limit is 100 breaths."

After Zhu Erzi finished speaking, Liu Jiubian, Li Xiuluo, and Jiang Nanxun all walked slowly in the arena, looking for inspiration, and Xu Yi alone stood still.

Xiao Fuchen and Second Young Master Zhu looked at each other and smiled, knowing that this game is a deal, and the win is sure!

Unexpectedly, before the two smiled, Xu Yi hooked up the answer from the depths of his mind, but seeing that he was motionless, he swung his left palm out, and the wolf hair that was ten feet away was hit by the airflow, and jumped up in the air.

As soon as Xu Yi revealed his hand, Jiang Nanxun's and Li Xiuluo's expressions changed at the same time, and the audience cried out in surprise.

Most of the people in the field are strong in the sea of ​​qi, and there are not a few who are proficient in martial arts. It is possible to control the true qi so easily that it is no more than two fingers. Even Jiang Nanxun thought to himself that if he concentrated his mind, he could do it, but he was definitely not as free and easy as this person.

"good!"

Xia Zimo even jumped to applaud, and even read aloud the words written by Xu Yi: The situation in the world was born in my generation..."

After the poem was completed, the atmosphere in the audience suddenly froze. Jiang Nanxun, Li Xiuluo, and Liu Jiubian even stopped thinking and stared at the paper.

This sentence is too popular, if there is another good sentence in the follow-up, the three of them have lost the room to work hard.

"The world's winds and clouds came out of my generation, just like the rivers and lakes. The grand plans and great achievements are talking and laughing. I can't bear the drunkenness of life. I lift my sword and straddle and swing the ghosts. The bones are like a mountain bird, and the world is like a tide.

After finishing the last stroke, the audience fell into dead silence.

Dai Viet is a country of poetry. Although everyone may not have the talent to write poetry, everyone loves to read and appreciate poetry.

The poem written by Xu Yi is neither beautiful nor rigorous, but it is full of vigor and far-reaching artistic conception.

When a poem reaches such a point, no matter the rhythm or rigor, everything has to make way for this magnificent atmosphere and meaningful artistic conception.

"A good poem, a damn good poem, quack, listening to this poem, it's worth ten years of life, quack, the kid in black, you're talented, you're so talented!"

Rui Ya seems to have taken a stimulant, going up and down the ground, thumping, hairy all over, opening its doors presumptuously, quacking and screaming.