Chapter 883 882 Hands: Shut Your Mouth, It’s Me This Time!
Chapter 883 882. Hand: Shut your mouth, and it will be me this time!
The activity of writing poetry is considered an important project of the Baigu Poetry Club, and the activity itself is even called "Competing for the Best Poetry" among the participants.
Unlike Mo Cheng, who only wanted to be in the top three and meet the Lord of Baigu City, Youdao ranked first in Wenwu and second in Wuwu. Those students came here to compete for the first place.
Those who want to participate in the [Poetry Competition] need to get special paper and pen first. The paper and pen have anti-counterfeiting means. At the same time, the brush can be written without ink, but once written, it can only be used for one stick of incense.
After receiving paper and pen, they queued up to the referee's office. The referees were served by several highly respected teachers and teachers. The students randomly took the slips of paper from the hands of the two referees and composed poems based on the elements on the two slips of paper.
Just listening to this activity gave Mo Cheng a toothache, whether it was the anti-counterfeiting methods of the utensils, the time-limited writing on a stick of incense, or the random selection of two elements for creation.
This basically prevents anyone from taking out poems written in the past and makes the competition as fair as possible for all participants.
At the same time, what's even more amazing is that the random selection of two slips of paper is purely based on luck.
It is not impossible for a referee who is unlucky or has a bad taste to pull out a piece of paper with [Pornographic] written on it.
And Mo Cheng's luck...
As a guy who subconsciously washes his hands and faces every time he draws a reward, he doesn't believe that his luck will be any better.
"What's going on with this kind of question requirements that are comparable to the Mathematical Olympiad competition?"
Mo Cheng bared his teeth. He would rather go back and participate in the Mathematical Olympiad than compose a poem on site for a limited time and with limited elements.
But there is no way, the city lord still has to see him.
After Mo Cheng received the pen and paper, he ran in the queue and lined up. After waiting for a while, it was his turn.
As the referee's wife, the gentlemen sat together in a circle, whispering to each other from time to time, sometimes standing up and walking around, and even nodded while looking at other people's unfinished poems.
At this moment, Mo Cheng felt like he was back in the college entrance examination room.
He wanted to turn around and leave now.
However, for other students and scholars, [Zheng Shigui] is an alternative college entrance examination venue. Through this platform, this activity has become famous for itself.
Soon, it was time to draw Mo Cheng.
In front of Mo Cheng was an old scholar with gray hair, "Name, I study in the college."
"Jixia Academy, Mo Cheng."
The old scholar raised his head in surprise after hearing this and looked at Mo Cheng carefully, "But Jixia Mo Shouxin, a talented Qilin?"
Damn it, someone here knows me.
"You don't deserve the name of a talented man."
Mo Cheng just hoped that the questions he would be drawn later wouldn't be too difficult, or at least they wouldn't have no idea what poem to copy.
Otherwise [Qilin Talent] would become a joke.
The old scholar did not hide his voice when he spoke, so when Mo Cheng revealed his identity, other referees looked over.
"Jixia Mo Cheng?"
"The talented Qilin?"
"Weiyi's disciple?"
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Not only the judges, but also those around who had not left after finishing their poems, those who had followed in but were not waiting for their friends to compete, and even those who were simply watching the fun, all looked at Mo Cheng.
After all, [Yuedan Review] is extremely valuable to students, and can even be said to be the number one list.
Mo Cheng's appearance here is no less than when you are playing three-person basketball on the street and find that the players opposite you are actually Jordan and O'Neal.
The old scholar looked at Mo Cheng, then at Shen Xueqi next to Mo Cheng, and smiled, as if remembering something from the past, "Hey, Weiyi's disciple. Don't go to the lake to play or drink if you have nothing to do."
The old scholar said some incomprehensible words, which made Mo Cheng confused, but soon one of the referees explained: "Mr. Wei Yi was quite a knight-errant when he was young. He once got drunk during a study tour. Hu Jian, a disciple of a big sect, regretted cheating on a bartender and was taught a lesson by his husband. The disciple of the big sect couldn't swallow his anger, so he returned to the sect and gathered hundreds of his fellow sects to seek revenge."
"Mr. Weiyi was not afraid. He rented a boat and waited by the lake. He said that if anyone could stain his clothes with the lake water, he would bow his head and apologize. But if he couldn't, he would buy two jars of wine from the bartender and drink it."
"On that day, Mr. Wei Yi knocked a thousand people into the lake one after another. He then poured a boatload of wine into the lake and invited people on the boat to drink together. The entire disciples of the great sect became drunk after drinking."
"In the next three days, the fish caught in the lake smelled of alcohol. Since then, the name of the lake has been changed to Drunken."
Very good, it seems that Taoist Weiyi was also a ranger when he was young, and I don’t know what he went through to become rigid.
"I never cause trouble."
The old scholar narrowed his eyes and said, "I'll listen carefully. Okay, let's pick some questions."
Mo Cheng didn't waste any time and directly pulled out two notes. He saw that the two notes said "sadness" and "suffering" respectively.
"..."
What the hell is this topic? !
Mo Cheng couldn't help but wonder if there was something wrong with his luck, or if he didn't wash his hands carefully enough.
"How? But you can't answer?"
The old scholar smiled, as if he really wanted to see Mo Cheng give up. He didn't know if he had any grudges with Taoist Weiyi.
"Here, try your best."
Mo Cheng looked at the students around him, then at Shen Xueqi, and took a deep breath to calm down.
There weren't many poems in his mind that fit the title. There was one poem that might be right, so he had to give it a try.
Mo Cheng picked up the pen and started writing on the paper without touching the ink.
As soon as he started writing, the old scholar nodded and said, "The handwriting is strong and fierce. I would rather stick to the straight and narrow than to seek for good calligraphy."
Mo Cheng has not studied calligraphy with brushes, but with his strong control over his body and using the brush in his hand as a sword, the handwriting he writes has an awe-inspiring sword intent.
The pen moved quickly, and soon a poem was completed.
Once upon a time, it was difficult to find water in the sea,
Except Wushan is not a cloud.
Take a lazy look back at the flowers,
Half is destined to practice Taoism and half is destined to be a king.
After finishing writing, Mo Cheng put down his pen, took two steps back, bowed his hands and said, "I've already finished it."
Several referees stood up directly and walked to the side to watch. It was not the same treatment as others who handed the paper over.
Silence. After the Master and the gentlemen took turns to read it, they were all silent, and then handed the poem to the students beside them to watch.
Soon, the poems written by Mo Cheng were read by all the students.
After a long while, the old scholar sighed and said, "I looked back lazily at the flowers, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be you. Good sentences, good poems, not one sentence mentions love, every sentence is sad and sad."
"I really don't know what kind of person it is that has become your vast ocean, Wushan."
After copying a poem, Mo Cheng didn't know what these people saw, and he didn't ask.
But Shen Xueqi next to her looked at Mo Cheng, but there were quite complicated emotions in it.
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