Chapter 974

at this time.

Twenty minutes of creative time has just come to an end!

Inside the ten pavilions.

Literati look different.

Some people are confident, some are nervous, some are sighing and some are helpless. The results of each question seem to be vivid on their faces.

in.

The seventh pavilion.

Shu Ziwen has recovered, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, his handsome and unrestrained posture seems to have forgotten the unhappiness of being scorned by Xianyu before.

The tenth pavilion.

Hua Weiming is wearing a long gown, standing with his hands behind his back, with a self-confident demeanor, and the aura of everyone in the literary world can be seen at a glance!

jury seat.

An Long said solemnly: "All the famous experts in the pavilions are invited to pass it on to each other first, and those who feel inferior can withdraw voluntarily."

immediately.

The major pavilions circulated each other's works in the hustle and bustle.

During the circulation process, everyone looked at the poems written by other people in the pavilion. Some people sighed, some looked surprised, some looked hesitant, and some praised...

"Good poetry!"

"good words!"

"Show shame!"

"Admitted!"

"Humbled!"

"Brother, good article!"

"You don't understand my poem!"

"There is an allusion in it!"

Some people in the big booths were bragging about each other in business, and some were arguing with others in red faces. They seemed to think that they were better. In the end, there were not many people who voluntarily quit the big booths. Most of them still chose to let the judges judge. Some people are a bit lucky. After all, poetry has a certain degree of idealistic elements, and everyone has their own understanding. Unless it is purely horizontal, the difference between good and bad is not so clear at a glance. It is for this reason that the Poetry Conference invited so many judges!

certainly.

There is also an undisputed winner.

For example, in the seventh pavilion, everyone praised Shu Ziwen's works;

Another example is that in the tenth pavilion, everyone bowed their hands to Hua Weiming, as if they were ashamed of themselves;

Another example is the third pavilion...

There are excellent ones.

There are also those who are moderate.

After confirming the list of voluntary withdrawals, the organizer finally arranged for staff to collect the poems of the literati, and invited eight judges to judge the poems of the major pavilions.

At this time.

Someone noticed that the judge, He Qinghuan, hadn't returned to his seat yet, but he was still standing beside Xianyu, like a statue...

sculpture?

The judge Yu Chang couldn't help but reminded: "Mr. He Qinghuan, it's time for us to judge poetry!"

He Qinghuan didn't move.

It's as if you didn't hear it.

Judge Qin Xiaotian frowned, feeling a little strange in his heart, and then said, "Teacher He Qinghuan?"

He Qinghuan still didn't move.

He stared closely at Xianyu's poem.

Everyone at the scene couldn't help but looked at each other, and then discussed aloud, wondering why He Qinghuan became so strange.

"Teacher He Qinghuan!"

The staff simply ran up to him and called him, which made He Qinghuan...

wake up?

correct.

Just woke up.

He seemed to be in a daze, and he was reminded by the staff at this time, and he finally came back to his senses, and looked back at the jury and the literati in a daze.

Opened his mouth.

He Qinghuan seemed to want to speak, but suddenly thought of something, walked towards the judges' seat while laughing:

"Ha ha ha ha……"

His laughter became louder and louder, and when he returned to the judges' seat, there was already a touch of madness in his laughter.

Is this crazy?

Several judges looked at He Qinghuan in astonishment.

The eyes of the literati were even more puzzled.

What did Xianyu do to make He Qinghuan so abnormal?

obviously.

He Qinghuan's strangeness is related to Xianyu.

He read the poem Xian Yu just wrote, and then he became like this.

The live camera is very good at playing suspense.

From the beginning to the end, the camera did not shoot any poem directly.

...

Don't talk about the scene at this time.

Even the audience in the live broadcast room felt baffled.

"What happened to Teacher He Qinghuan?"

"What did Xianyu write?"

"I feel that after reading what Xianyu wrote, something is wrong with him."

"Leave this alone, the selection has begun."

"Just now, the Tenth Pavilion was praising Hua Weiming's works, which made me very curious!"

"Shu Ziwen seems to have written a great poem."

"I'll be reading it soon."

"Why doesn't He Qinghuan sit down?"

"Yes, yes!"

"The top two from the first pavilion have come out!"

Following the discussion of several judges, the winning works of the first booth were selected soon.

Literati excited!

The audience is excited!

Everyone no longer entangled with He Qinghuan's abnormality, and only had infinite expectations in their hearts!

"The title of the first pavilion is, Love!"

The so-called love, no matter in the past or the present, is a word that people can't get around.

Such a proposition, there are many masterpieces in ancient and modern times, it is definitely not uncommon, let alone difficult to write, and it is easy to produce excellent works.

at the moment.

Good work indeed.

Judge An Long's eyes were filled with amazement: "The winners are Mr. Bian Huan and Mr. Chunzheng. Let's invite our reciters to present Mr. Bian Huan's masterpiece!"

This is a poetry conference.

The program group specially invited several highly skilled reciters to recite all the wonderful works that emerged in the poetry conference!

The judge's voice fell.

One of the reciters held the poem and started to recite, full of emotions, perfectly presenting the poet's emotions.

"The rain in the spring mountain is about to harvest, the sky is light and the stars are few and far away. The waning moon is bright, don't cry at the dawn. Although the words are small, the love is not over. Looking back, I still say: I still remember the green skirt, and I feel pity for the grass everywhere."

moment!

The literati applauded like a wave!

The live broadcast room is full of climaxes!

"good!"

"This poem is amazing!"

"The leader of the first pavilion is well-deserved!"

"This is Blue Star's top literary event, and it really didn't disappoint. The first song was such a hit!"

"Teacher Bianhuan yyds!"

"I once read the masterpiece of Teacher Bianhuan. This teacher and his wife are very affectionate and have written many love poems for each other. This one is not the best. I suggest you search for "The Ronin". Personally, I think that one is still there. Above this one!"

"very touching!"

"There are more in the back."

"The second song is out!"

With an exclamation, the reciter began to read the second poem in the first pavilion, which was also a rare masterpiece.

then.

The third pavilion!

The fourth pavilion!

The fifth pavilion!

Among the ten pavilions built on Lushan Mountain, two of the best poems were selected for each pavilion, which can be said to be full of literary talent!

This is a literati carnival!

It is also a carnival for the audience!

Countless poetry lovers are so excited!

Especially in the seventh pavilion, the poem written by Shu Ziwen won applause from all the halls. The judge An Long couldn't help standing up and reading the poem himself!

"ah!"

"Shu Ziwen is so handsome!"

"As expected of my male god!"

"It's no wonder that the Seventh Pavilion praised Shu Ziwen so much before. I feel that Shu Ziwen will become famous today, and his status in the literary world will rise in a straight line in the future!"

"I thought they were bragging about each other in business!"

"I didn't expect them to be real cows, Xianyu, do you know who Shu Ziwen is now!?"

"A group of bosses, gods fighting!"

"With them here, my Blue Star literary world will last forever!"

"It's almost the tenth pavilion!"

"The Tenth Pavilion, are Hua Weiming's poems?"

"Hey guys, it's words!"

"Hua Weiming wrote "Like a Dream Order"!"

"Mr. Hua Weiming wrote more than one song "Like a Dream" in the early days, and he is very good at this format. How about this one?"

In conversation.

The results of the 10th Pavilion are announced!

Without any suspense, Hua Weiming won the leader of the tenth pavilion, a song "Like a Dream", which pushed the poetry conference to its greatest climax!

This poem was praised by seven judges!

Why seven?

Because He Qinghuan seemed a little out of shape.

There were all kinds of carnivals at the scene, and the applause was like waves one after another like a tsunami, but he was indifferent, and even wanted to laugh a little.

The audience has ignored him.

The literati no longer paid attention to He Qinghuan's strangeness.

Regarding He Qinghuan's abnormality, everyone has already vaguely speculated.

Everyone thinks that He Qinghuan should be in a bad mood.

Because Xianyu is from Qinzhou, He Qinghuan is also from Qinzhou.

However, Xianyu has retired now, and Qinzhou has lost a general. The limelight of this poetry conference is almost all concentrated on Zhaozhou!

Zhao Zhou's poems are really flourishing!

The literati and the audience in the live broadcast room were completely intoxicated in Hua Weiming's "Like a Dream Order"!

"really!!"

"The top bosses are the last to appear!"

"If the top ten pavilions face off, Teacher Hua Weiming will be ranked first in this round, and Shu Ziwen can be ranked second!"

"But the others aren't too bad."

"Basically every pavilion has amazing masterpieces!"

"So say it!"

"What is Xianyu pretending to be!"

"He is really not qualified to be a judge."

"When you said that, I just remembered that Xianyu is still there. Hahahahaha, I guess I'm going to be autistic now. In the literary world, it doesn't matter if you are a song daddy or not. In the literary world, you just talk about poetry. Now he dares to compare himself. Dapeng, how dare you claim that you can be a teacher!?"

Fans of literati are fighting back!

Many people can't understand Xianyu!

As for the neutral ones, they were very satisfied with the quality of the works of the Poetry Conference, and did not mention Xianyu.

for a while.

Those who support Xianyu feel aggrieved and angry!

They had to admit that the group of literati at the Poetry Conference was indeed capable, and even the harsh and picky judges showed strong approval for these poems.

but……

They were unwilling to admit that Xianyu had lost!

A fan of Xianyu shouted angrily: "Which of these poems is better than the one read by the literati in front of Xianyu?"

"You seem to have a problem with your comprehension."

A fan of a certain literati laughed: "This is a propositional poem. The scope of literati's creation is restricted, which is equivalent to dancing with shackles. Can free creation compare with this? If you want to say something on the spot, I believe in the judgment of the literati. Xianyu’s poem was written in advance. Of course he knows that the literati will question him. I don’t think he is a fool to have the status he is today. Besides, he compares himself to the roc Although he has momentum, can he show the ability to soar in the literary world? If he can't show it, wouldn't that poem become pure self-boasting and self-promotion, which would be even more embarrassing?"

Depend on!

Fans of Xianyu are about to explode!

Someone said: "Don't you know that poetry creation is meant to be artistically processed!"

Fans of the literati were pissed: "So it's not real, it's just artistic processing. Isn't this self-inflicted?"

The fans of the literati were also very upset before.

Xianyu pissed off countless literati, and at one point the audience fell silent.

At that time, the fans of the literati were suffocated and depressed, of course they have to vent their anger now!

...

for a while.

Both the scene and the live broadcast room are boiling!

Regardless of whether they won or lost in the first round, the literati were all smiling at this moment. After all, the opponent was really strong, and it was an honor to lose.

Furthermore, the first round does not represent the final result.

In the past, everyone was hated too much by Xianyu, but now the literati have shown their strength and lived up to the expectations of the audience, of course they deserve to be happy!

Shu Ziwen held his head high!

Hua Weiming was still standing with his hands behind his back!

And when the applause gradually subsided and the judges were about to start the second round, Hua Weiming suddenly said:

"Wait!"

Everyone laughed immediately.

Before the poetry conference, Hua Weiming said "wait a minute" and made an attack on Xianyu, directly coercing public opinion and dismissing Xianyu's position as a judge.

And at this moment.

He shouted "Wait a minute" again, and many people had already guessed his intentions, and there were countless gloating gazes looking at a certain direction in the distance.

Xianyu's direction.

There are a lot of manuscript papers in front of Xianyu, you can vaguely see words on them, and Xianyu is still writing there!

This made many literati laugh out loud:

"Good guy."

"It's a lot to write."

"I'm afraid he is dissatisfied with his work, so try again and again, his mentality is out of balance."

"The waste manuscripts in one place are quite spectacular."

"I don't know whether I have written a decent work or not."

"Seeing that he is still writing, it should be that he has not yet written a satisfactory work."

"Actually, with his strength, even if he writes it, it's not surprising, but we are creating propositions, and he freely chooses topics and creates freely. Not to mention that he is still writing until now, obviously he has not written a good work."

"hehe."

I really think everyone is a fool, I don't know if he wants to use this method to take advantage, but it's a pity that he was mistaken by his cleverness.

...

In the discussion.

Director Huang looked at Hua Weiming with a headache: "What else do you want to say?"

Hua Weiming said with a smile: "I see that although Xiaoyou Xianyu retired, he seems unwilling and is also trying to create. Since he can choose topics freely, he should be able to write a good poem. How about reading it?" Come out and let everyone appreciate it, the eighty literati present can be his judges together with a few teachers on the stage, shouldn't they be qualified?"

Director Huang gritted his teeth.

Now in this situation, even if Xianyu writes a good poem, it doesn't make sense, because there are good poems in all the pavilions.

Moreover, the major pavilions are propositional creations.

Xianyu is free to choose the topic, and the space to play is not limited.

Under such circumstances, no matter how good Xianyu's poems are, the literati will never say anything good.

She just wanted to get over it quickly.

Who would have thought that Hua Weiming would never let him go.

It seems that Hua Weiming, this group of literati and some of the existence behind them really want to completely discredit Xianyu.

But she can no longer pretend to be deaf and dumb.

With so many eyes staring at him, and countless viewers in the live broadcast room, he could only bite the bullet and turn his head. Director Huang had said before that he would recite Xianyu's poems in public.

"Teacher Xianyu?"

When Director Huang spoke, her eyelids twitched slightly, and of course she saw that Xianyu was still writing.

It seemed he was out of balance.

After all, he was a young man, so he would inevitably fall into a daze after suffering such a blow.

Director Huang sighed inwardly.

Seeing that the camera seemed to be sweeping towards his position, Shu Ziwen said calmly, "It seems like a long time has passed."

He is reminding the audience:

Xianyu not only chooses the topic freely, but also creates overtime.

"Tut tut."

The audience who hated Xianyu immediately understood, and a barrage floated by:

"Have you seen the waste manuscripts in that place?"

"The first round is over and you haven't written it yet?"

"No inspiration for free choice of topics?"

"The top ten pavilions are all 20-minute proposition creations."

"Why are Xianyu's fans dumb?"

"Keep calling."

Seeing that Xianyu is still writing, everyone thinks that he has not written a satisfactory work.

And the manuscripts all over the floor are the best proof, they should all be scrapped manuscripts written by Xianyu.

...

Director Huang is calling himself.

After hearing this, Lin Yuan put down his pen and looked at the manuscripts of poems all over the floor. He was not sure how many poems he had written.

all in all.

Should be enough?

Thinking of this, Lin Yuan closed his pen.

Everyone in the Yu Dynasty saw Lin Yuan put away his pen, looked at each other, and suddenly became dejected, with an expression that seemed to have endless regrets.

such a pity.

It would have been nice if it had been longer.

"Look at those stars."

Some literati laughed, and then all literati laughed.

The reactions of everyone in the Yu Dynasty proved more and more that Xianyu's talents were exhausted.

Director Huang bit his lips: "Does Mr. Xianyu have any suitable manuscripts? You can choose your favorite reciter."

Poems are still to be read.

Lin Yuan looked at the group of reciters and shook his head.

"Didn't write it out?"

Director Huang's voice was full of disappointment, it really was.

Lin Yuan shook his head again, but didn't answer any more. He seemed a little tired. He rubbed his wrist, and then looked at the Yu Dynasty people:

"Is it in order?"

Everyone was wronged: "There are too many, I can't sort them out, I only sorted out a small part."

"oh."

Lin Yuan didn't care either: "Then you can read randomly."

"I'll come first, don't grab it!"

Sun Yaohuo directly picked up a small pile of "waste manuscripts" that everyone agreed to, and walked silently to the first pavilion.

This action stunned the audience.

What's the meaning?

Did you write it down?

Why did this Sun Yaohuo bring a small stack of waste manuscripts?

Bian Huan, who won the position of leader of the first pavilion, looked at Sun Yaohuo who came suddenly with playfulness, and his voice was quite teasing:

"The quality is not enough, how about the quantity?"

The literati laughed, and the live broadcast room was full of laughter.

Sun Yaohuo didn't talk to anyone, just sat by the pavilion by himself.

The camera is on him.

Everyone stared at him.

After adjusting the microphone near his mouth, Sun Yaohuo's voice suddenly rang out:

"Fifty strings for no reason! A chord and a pillar reminisce about the new year! Zhuang Shengxiao dreamed of butterflies! Wang Dichun entrusted the cuckoo with his heart! There are tears in the moon and pearls in the sea! The warm jade in the blue field smokes! This feeling can be regarded as a memory! But at that time... Already! Lost! Of course!"

Li Shangyin is here!

No advance brewing!

There is no eloquent voice and emotion!

Sun Yaohuo's voice was only angry and hoarse!

Especially the last three words, Sun Yaohuo almost gritted his teeth and said every word!

However, this anger and hoarseness, this kind of word-for-word pause, actually made him frighten the literati in the first pavilion as soon as he opened his mouth.

His voice seemed to echo!

Everyone felt the artistic conception and magnificence of this poem, and chewed these words subconsciously!

moment.

The literati in the first pavilion all stared wide-eyed, their pupils shrinking!

at the same time.

The literati in other pavilions opened their mouths wide!

At the judges' table.

The seven judges were stunned!

As for the eighth judge, He Qinghuan, there was no surprise at all, but the wrinkles on his face were twisted together crazily, as if he was laughing or angry, and he held his hands fiercely!

In the live broadcast room.

The audience was full of astonishment and shock. This is a perfect chapter in which ordinary people can feel the artistic conception in an instant!

And in the center of the field.

Director Huang's expression was full of surprises!

It's written! ?

Xianyu really wrote it! ?

With the theme of love, this is a perfect love poem, which surpasses the level of the flat ring by several levels!

The difference between candlelight and bright moon!

The seventh pavilion.

Shu Ziwen was in a trance, and said to himself: "It's just taking advantage of the free topic..."

His voice never fell.

Sun Yaohuo's voice sounded again!

He had put the first manuscript aside, and now he was reading the second:

"Wuyan goes up to the west building alone, the moon is like a hook. The lonely sycamore tree is locked in the deep courtyard. The autumn is locked. The cutting is constant, and the reason is still chaotic. It is the sorrow of parting. Don't let the general feeling stay in my heart."

Grace!

See you!

Not poetry this time.

Written like flat rings are words!

Sun Yaohuo's voice was a little calmer than before.

However, his voice is still full of power, even if this poem does not need to be recited aloud...

The second song!

Inexplicably.

Goosebumps are all over the body of the literati!

Shu Ziwen swallowed the rest of the words abruptly!

A few of the judges couldn't sit still, and they twisted their buttocks, as if the chair under their buttocks was a bit sticky?

He Qinghuan stood there, looking at the judges.

He really wanted to know how long they dared to sit!

He doesn't sit!

Because he dare not!

Because he feels unworthy!

This is the reason why he has been reluctant to sit down since he came back from Xianyu!

Studio.

The bullet screen didn't know when it started, and it quietly calmed down.

Director Huang didn't look at Sun Yaohuo again, but suddenly turned his head and looked at Lin Yuan with a calm face!

Could it be...

A terrible guess suddenly appeared in Director Huang's heart!

"One cut plum!"

Sun Yaohuo spoke for the third time almost without a pause:

"The fragrance of the red lotus root and the remnant jade mat in the autumn. Lightly untie the clothes, and go to the orchid boat alone. Who in the cloud will send the brocade book? When the wild goose returns, the moon is full on the west building. The flowers drift away and the water flows by itself. A kind of lovesickness, two leisurely places Sorrow. There is no way to get rid of this feeling, so I lowered my brows, but raised my heart."

To die or not to die, you guys!

There seemed to be a beast roaring in his heart: "The magpie steps on the branch!"

In the stunned eyes of the literati, Sun Yaohuo spoke for the fourth time:

"The chrysanthemum is sorrowful, the smoke and the orchid are weeping dew. The curtain is cold, and the swallows fly away. The bright moon does not know the bitterness of parting and hatred. The slanting light reaches the dawn and wears the vermilion house. Last night the west wind withered the green trees. I went up to the tall building alone, looking at the end of the world. I want to send colors. Letters and rulers. The mountains are long and the rivers are wide, so you know where to go."

swish.

Someone started raising their hands, as if they wanted to cover their heads!

Sun Yaohuo looked at the camera, and this time he spoke directly without even thinking about the title: "Slender clouds are clever, flying stars spread hatred, and silver men are far and dark. Once the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win, and there are countless people in the world. Tenderness is like water, and a happy date Like a dream, endure the magpie bridge to return. If the two feelings last for a long time, how can they be there, day and night!"

love poems!

love poems!

Still a love poem!

"The east wind blows thousands of flowers and trees at night, and blows them down, and the stars are like rain. BMW carved cars are fragrant all over the road. The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night. Moths, snow willows, golden strands, and laughter are full of fragrance. I searched for him thousands of times in the crowd. Suddenly I looked back, but the man was there, in a dimly lit place!"

Not dead yet! ?

Sun Yaohuo looked in Lin Yuan's direction: "I want to know you, and my life will never end. There are no hills in the mountains, the rivers are exhausted, the thunder is shaking in winter, the rain and snow in summer, the heaven and the earth are united, so I dare to die with you!"

"six……"

Someone opened his mouth in disbelief, but he couldn't finish the sentence, as if he lost his voice completely. This is Xianyu's sixth love poem!

Every song!

It can shake the past and the present!

But is calling six useful?

Sun Yaohuo looked through the lens like a lens, looking at all the audience in the live broadcast room:

"The willows are green and the Qingjiang River is level, and the sound of singing on the Langjiang River is heard. The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. There is no sunshine but there is sunshine."

Seventh song!

Liu Yuxi goes to war!

Zhang Jiuling is also nostalgic at the moon:

"There is a bright moon on the sea, and the sky is at this moment. The lover complains about the night, but lovesickness arises at night. When the candle is extinguished, the light is full of pity, and the clothes feel dewy. It is unbearable to give it away, and it is a good time to sleep and dream."

Silence!

It seems that the whole world is silent!

This is only the eighth song, you can't do it?

Sun Yaohuo had a panoramic view of everyone's reactions in the Tenth Pavilion, but the rhythm of his poems seemed to never stop: "Last year and today, in this door, the peach blossoms on the faces of people complement each other. I don't know where the faces are going, but the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze!"

The peach blossoms laugh at the spring breeze!

I am laughing at you!

Sun Yaohuo's unprecedented pleasure:

"When we meet, it's hard to say goodbye. The east wind is weak and the flowers are gone. The silkworms in spring will die when they die, and the wax torch will turn into ashes and tears will dry. The mirror at dawn, but the clouds change at the temples, and the moonlight is cold when singing at night. Pengshan has no way to go. , the blue bird is hospitable to visit."

The ninth is here.

Will the tenth be far behind?

"Knowing that my concubine has a husband, I will give my concubine a pair of pearls. Feeling your lingering love, I will tie it in the red Luoru. The concubine's house rises from a high-rise building, and the beloved man holds a halberd in the bright light. Knowing the king's heart is like the sun and the moon, and the husband vows to live and die together. Huanjun's Pearl is in tears, wishing to see her when she was not married."

This is the tenth!

Ten people in the first booth!

Xianyu crushed the game with one hit and ten!

However, today, a dozen can never satisfy Xianyu: "In the past, the sea was too difficult to be water, except Wushan is not a cloud. Take the time to look back at Hua Cong, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king."

Sun Yaohuo laughed!

If only there was wine!

He thought so, but still thinking:

"Lin Hua thanked the spring red, too hastily, and had no choice but to face the cold rain and the wind at night. Rouge tears, stay drunk, when will it be heavy? Naturally, people grow up and hate water and long east."

The eleventh!

This is definitely not the end!

"The sky is as cool as water at night, sit and watch Altair Vega..."

"Red beans are born in the southern country, and a few branches will come out in spring. May you pick more, this thing is the most lovesick..."

"I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River..."

"...The curtain rolls in the west wind, people are thinner than yellow flowers..."

"When there is a limit to the ends of the earth, there is only endless love..."

"If life is just like the first time you see it, what is the autumn wind and the sad painting fan..."

"A journey through the mountains, a journey through the water..."

"One generation, one pair for a lifetime, fighting for two places of ecstasy..."

"Ten years of life and death are boundless, don't think about it, never forget it..."

"Passionate since ancient times hurts parting, even worse, neglected the Qingqiu Festival! Where can I wake up tonight? Willow bank, dawn wind and waning moon. This year, it should be a good time for a good time. Even if there are thousands of styles, who can I tell?

"Looking, looking, deserted, desolate, miserable... This time, why is there a word of worry!?"

Twenty-two!

A total of twenty-two love poems!

Sun Yaohuo finally stopped chanting!

on site.

Already dead quiet!

Xianyu has a poem that says:

Desolate and desolate, miserable and miserable!

The top ten pavilions in Lushan Mountain, how can there be a word of worry?

In the live broadcast room, besides the exclamation point, the barrage is still an exclamation point!

Already crazy!

The audience has no time to say too much!

No one can describe their feelings in words, everyone is horrified!

suddenly.

There was a muffled sound from heaven and earth!

It was thunder!

Ringing in everyone's heart!

The judges can't sit still anymore!

They got up and panicked like their ass was on fire!

next moment.

Raindrops fall down the world.

Down vertically!

Down vertically!

Even sideways down!

Silky, but also dense!

...

There is a fire!

Raindrops can't quench the fire.

Bright!

Hot!

At some point, everyone's eyes turned to Xianyu.

At some point, Director Huang had already stood by Lin Yuan's side, and this high-ranking woman from the Literature and Art Association held an umbrella for him.

Xianyu has a calm expression.

Someone noticed that he was still rubbing his wrists.

The manuscript has been collected for the first time.

Sudden.

Jiang Kui smiled and said, "It's my turn."

While everyone was watching, Jiang Kui walked to the second pavilion.

"Are you ready?"

Different from Sun Yaohuo's anger, Jiang Kui smiled coquettishly and said a word, but the horrified second pavilion was full of ecstasy!

It's a pity that this can't stop Xianyu, just like they can't stop this sudden rain!

"You don't see me!"

Standing in the pavilion, Jiang Kui pointed to the sky: "The water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns... I am born to be useful, and I will come back after all the money is gone...Five-flowered horses, thousands of gold fur, call The son will exchange for fine wine, and sell the eternal sorrow with you..."

Li Taibai!

Poetry double!

The allusions of some poems were deleted and revised by Lin Yuan, and became in line with the historical facts of Blue Star, but the essence of the content was preserved, so Su Dongpo also appeared on the stage:

"The wave is gone, a romantic person through the ages..."

"...Fighting, fighting, startled a pool of gulls..."

"The road to Shu is difficult, and it is difficult to go to the blue sky...One man guards the gate, and ten thousand men cannot open it..."

"The white hair is three thousand feet long, and Yuanchou seems to be long..."

"...The sunset and the lone duck fly together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky..."

"Based on Jun Mo's words to seal the Marquis, one general will be successful..."

"Three thousand guests are drunk in a house full of flowers, and fourteen continents are chilled by a single sword..."

The titles are no longer important, and the order is directly disrupted, but the corresponding poem titles can be found in every pavilion!

Break the question!

Break the question!

Still solve the problem!

Perfect and precise problem solving, shocking verses, if this is the battle of the gods in the literary world, today is the twilight of the gods!

"It's my turn!"

"It's my turn!"

"The next one is me!"

Everyone in Yu Dynasty started to attack, reading poems for Lin Yuan, as if everyone had forgotten that the so-called poetry conference is "Fish You Walk Together", and Yu Dynasty is the home game!

...

The third pavilion.

"To kill a person in ten steps, you will not stay behind for a thousand miles. When it's done, brush off your clothes and hide yourself and your name!"

"Whoever abandons me, can't keep the day of yesterday; whoever messes with my heart, today is so worrying... If you want to go to the blue sky and embrace the bright moon..."

"The waves behind the Yangtze River drive the waves ahead..."

...

The fourth pavilion.

"The flower path has never been swept by guests, but the Pengmen is now opened for you..."

"...The setting sun is infinitely good, but it's almost dusk..."

"...The world can't keep it the most, Zhu Yan's Ci Jing Hua Ci Shu..."

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The seventh pavilion.

"... There are tens of thousands of mansions in An De Guang, which shelters all poor people from all over the world, and is as safe as a mountain. Woohoo! Whenever I see this house suddenly in front of my eyes, my hut will be enough to freeze to death alone!"

"Good rain knows the season, when spring is here……"

"The sun shines on the censer to produce purple smoke. Looking at the waterfall hanging from the front of the river, it flies down three thousand feet. It is suspected that the Milky Way falls nine days!"

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The tenth pavilion.

"Er Cao's body and name will be destroyed, and the rivers and rivers will not be abandoned..."

"Eight hundred miles of fire under the command, fifty strings of turning outside the fortress..."

"...It's all in the past, count the romantic figures, and look at the present!!"

...

Fish Dynasty everyone is out!

They went to the top ten pavilions respectively!

Inside the pavilion!

They each read aloud!

The camera is switching crazily!

Xianyu is participating in the poetry conference in his own way, but he doesn't know that at this moment, he has already suppressed the Blue Star literary world!

It was like a hallucination.

Lin Yuan saw countless phantoms flying between the ten pavilions, constantly solidifying!

Some people are dancing in silk and bamboo;

Some people go berserk after drunk;

Some people bare their breasts and eat delicious food;

Someone is annotating scriptures under candlelight;

Some people walk happily on the avenue;

Some people danced swords and knives in the courtyard, and some even nestled in the red and green in the brothel...

Thousands of ancient romantic figures in the celestial dynasty have gone to the present!

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...

The thunder pierced through the sky, and the rain rustled down. Everyone was stunned. This scene will forever be engraved in the hearts of the world!

Pale!

Miserable green!

Scary red!

This is the face of a literati.

The judges supported the table with their hands, their lips trembling, but no one dared to say a word.

Just at this time.

The tenth pavilion.

Xia Fan read out the last poem, which is today's one hundred and ninety-ninth poem, as if to the judges, as if to the literati, and as if to the audience: "If I don't speak first when spring comes, which insect Do you dare to make a sound?"

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...

Lin Yuan stood up.

To the literati.

The literati were in the pavilion, but some people retreated unnaturally, and then their bodies were soaked by the rain outside the pavilion.

"Age, I am not as good as you."

"Poetry, you are not as good as me."

Plop!

Someone has lost his way!

Stagger and fall!

Shu Ziwen was trembling, Hua Weiming was trembling, the judges were trembling, the audience was trembling, everyone was trembling!

Shock?

Already numb!

The Poetry Conference is not over yet, but it is already over!

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...

program group.

Tong Shuwen inexplicably thought of the name of this program.

It's not called Lushan Poetry Conference, but it should be called Yu You Walking Together...

Linyuan trip! ! !

Lin Yuan waved his hands: "My hands are a little sore, you continue to play music and dance."

He is leaving.

Don't be a judge, don't be a contestant, let alone a champion.

But it is precisely because of this that no matter who the champion of this year's poetry competition is, it will become a joke.

Why not compete with everyone on the same stage?

At this moment, everyone has their own answer.

Sudden.

Director Huang asked, "Is there anything else you want to say?"

Lin Yuan smiled, and recited a poem while walking, which happened to be the 200th poem he didn't have time to finish today:

"How's Mrs. Dai Zong? Qi Lu is still young."

"The good fortune bell is beautiful, and the yin and yang are at dusk."

"Swinging the chest gives birth to Zeng Yun, and judging the canthus into the returning bird."

"I will be Ling Jueding, and I will see... the crowd! The mountain! Small!"

After reading the last three words, the people of Lin Yuan had gone away, followed by the people of the Yu Dynasty, leaving only the backs of the literati.

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ps: In the past few days, some people have said that Pou Bai intentionally breaks chapters to disgust readers, but Pou Bai really tried his best with this number of words, so his mentality exploded. He didn't read the following chapters and said that no author would intentionally disgust readers, and finally finished writing this A plot, 200 poems, it may be a little watery, if it is not watery, someone will complain, xxx doesn’t have a card face, isn’t it worthy of you to write it, it’s too difficult, brother Meng, it seems that you have worked hard these days Come on, can I ask for a monthly pass (I have resorted to the tricks of the starting point author)! By the way, I would like to explain to you why the protagonist is called Lin Yuan, because of the three characters Lin Yuanxing, and the famous sentence: When you stare at the abyss, the abyss is also staring at you.