Chapter 975 Mu Xiu Yu "Lin"
Mount Lu.
on site.
The air was eerily silent, as if a needle could be heard.
The literati are as if they have lost their souls, and they are unreservedly shown by the camera.
They are no longer as simple as being slapped by Xianyu, it is a thunderbolt landing, a life of doubt that everyone is slapped!
In a trance.
Someone's voice was intermittent: "It turns out that he didn't want to compete with us as a contestant, not because he was afraid, but because he felt that we were not worthy..."
Two hundred poems!
Come at your fingertips!
One after another!
Every classic!
How can a person who is so impressive in the past and the present bother to compare with ordinary people?
What "spring comes, if I don't speak first, which insect dares to make a sound"!
What is it that "Er Cao's body and name are destroyed, and the rivers and rivers will not be abolished through the ages"!
This is Xianyu's fury of thunder, some poems are almost in front of all the literati, pointing their noses and cursing, but that peerless talent makes people unable to have the courage to refute!
The best way to swear is without dirty words?
The most brilliant swearing is when someone pointed at you and scolded you, yet you still applaud his swearing!
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"Sit in a well and watch the sky."
Not all literati at the scene were dissatisfied with Xianyu.
When raising their hands before, there were also very few literati who chose to remain silent.
At this time, the very few people were full of emotion, but their eyes clearly looked at Hua Weiming who took the lead.
this moment.
In the tenth pavilion.
Hua Weiming lost his mind, his eyes seemed to lose focus.
Four words suddenly flashed in his mind, these four words are called "destroyed reputation".
His heels softened slightly.
Hua Weiming felt that his eyes were turning black, and he was about to faint. Fortunately, someone beside him immediately supported him.
"It's time to faint."
Hua Weiming thought bitterly, then closed his eyes, ignoring the exclamation in his ears.
Shamed him.
Playing halo is the best way.
Because Hua Weiming didn't know how to face the next scene.
I have never felt this kind of desire to dig three feet into the ground and bury myself hard.
If he stays here, he becomes a joke.
Although dizzy or not, he has become a joke.
A doctor ran over from a distance. This kind of large-scale event in the literary world is equipped with a medical team. He was quickly carried away for treatment under the gaze of the audience.
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The seventh pavilion.
Also, a literati who hadn't raised his hand before spoke, his voice was soft but ironic:
"Little Xianyu..."
Someone once jokingly called Shu Ziwen "Little Xianyu".
Shu Ziwen regarded it as a great humiliation in his life and could not accept such a title.
However, at this moment, people realize that if the three words "Little Xianyu" are true, how flattering Shu Ziwen would be.
In the Tang Dynasty, there was "Li Du".
Later, there was a saying of "Little Li Du".
In fact, "Little Li Du" is a good reputation.
Now "Little Xianyu" has also become a good name.
It's just that Shu Ziwen can't afford it and doesn't deserve this title. If he really has the subtle demeanor of "Little Xianyu", he won't end up in disgrace today.
this moment.
What Shu Ziwen thought was:
If only I could faint like Hua Weiming.
Jiang is still old and hot, but Shu Ziwen is younger after all, so he doesn't know that Hua Weiming is actually pretending to be dizzy.
Now.
Any look at Shu Ziwen made Shu Ziwen feel uncomfortable, and his whole body seemed to be frozen, as if his thinking had stiffened.
This is even mentally broken.
At this time, not to mention asking Shu Ziwen to compose poems, even if he was asked to speak in public, he would not be able to say a word.
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The rain has gradually stopped.
The eight judges in the jury are still standing there.
Their state at this moment is a bit like He Qinghuan who returned from Xianyu.
There is some shock.
There is awe.
There is fear.
There is praise.
There is also confusion.
They finally understood why He Qinghuan was so strange today.
He Qinghuan must have seen Xianyu's poem in advance, and thus predicted the scene in advance.
No wonder he didn't want to sit down.
When Xianyu is present, what right do they have to sit?
Can't sit still.
They are the judges.
However, as judges, none of them dared to comment on Xianyu's poems easily!
Xianyu gave up his status as a judge.
Thinking of this, the rest of the judges felt uncomfortable. If Xianyu is not qualified to be a judge, then what about the eight of them?
Dapeng rises with the same wind in one day.
Soaring to ninety thousand miles?
That day should be today.
The scene was completely embarrassing. At the foot of Lushan Mountain where no one spoke, the judges stood up. Only the wind after the rain blew by, which was cool but made people feel chills all over.
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Of course, the scene will not be awkward all the time.
Director Huang has not forgotten her responsibilities, although the shock she feels at this moment is unprecedentedly strong:
"Everyone!"
She finally spoke: "Although Teacher Xianyu has withdrawn from the competition, our poetry competition will continue. Teacher Hua Weiming withdrew due to health reasons, and the rest will continue to compete."
There is no poem about Xianyu.
It's not that Director Huang doesn't want to mention it, but it's just that there's no way to talk about it. Where do we start talking about the two hundred poems? up.
Yes.
In name only.
With Xianyu's poems, it doesn't make sense what to do next in the poetry conference. Is it important who wins and who loses? The audience will not remember them. "!"
"As for Teacher Xianyu..."
Director Huang suddenly smiled, a bit abruptly, as if he had a thousand strange emotions, but in the end he just said: "It's no longer a genus in the world, but the exiled immortal in the sky visited this world in private."
The so-called poetry conference has become a child's play.
Xianyu's withdrawal from the poetry conference should have the same intention, not only because the literati are not worthy of comparing with him, but also because he wants to use his own way to defeat this grand literary event, he will not participate in the competition, the competition of other people is still meaningful ?
It's just to complete the task.
Director Huang has seen this clearly, and other literati have also seen it clearly, but they can only bite the bullet and compare, although their minds have already drifted to the distance.
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Studio.
The dumbfounded audience came back to their senses one after another, and the barrage finally exploded, denser than the raindrops on the ten pavilions at the foot of Lushan Mountain!
online.
Audiences from all continents have gone crazy!
Qin, Qi, Chu, Yan, Han, Zhao, the six continents are boiling!
"ah!"
"Kneel down!"
"Killing crazy!!!"
"Heizi, let's kneel together."
"Is Father Yu qualified to be a judge now?"
"Father Yu is crazy! I'm going crazy!"
"How can there be such a monster in the world!"
"With the blue star's poems, Xianyu has already soared in daylight!"
"Also watch Nima's poetry conference!"
"I'm going to review those poems just now!"
"Two hundred songs, exactly two hundred songs, the first one is a classic!"
"Absolutely not on the spot, this is the accumulation of the father of the fish exploded!"
"Whether it's on the scene is not the point at all. This accumulation has already traversed the ten pavilions, and it has already shined through the ages!"
"There is no one before!"
"And there will be no one to come!"
"Xianyu is a poet, and a sage of words. Apart from these, I can't think of other words to describe Xianyu!"
"For some people, this is the darkest day in the Blue Star literary world, but for the vast majority of people, this is the brightest day in the Blue Star literary world!"
It will be the top of the mountain, and you can see all the small mountains.
When Xianyu left, it was like a baptism of nuclear bombs. The ten pavilions at the foot of Lushan Mountain were completely devoid of grass and feathers!
blog!
tribe!
forum!
Circle of friends!
Everyone on the Internet was shocked!
Numb scalp, countless goosebumps!
No one paid any attention to the follow-up development of the poetry conference. Everyone unanimously chose to play back the passage of the poem just read, and then frantically excerpted and interpreted——
All poems!
All words!
Even those long and short Fu!
You must know that the countless audiences include not only ordinary netizens from all continents, but also some literati who did not participate in the poetry conference!
...
There are many big cows in the audience!
However, no matter how big a cow is, he will inevitably feel ashamed when facing these poems!
"A piece of poetry, Xianyu has come to an end."
"What he left to the literati is his back, but what he left to the literary world is a stream of light that goes away quickly but can never be caught up. In the future, the literary world will be better than anything else. Anyway, it is meaningless to compare ancient poetry."
"These guys will have to compete with us for jobs in modern poetry."
"Writing ancient poems so well, who dares to say that Xianyu can't write modern poems."
"Fortunately, we are playing modern poetry and prose."
"In ancient times, there was a saying in poetry and poetry that the people of Zhaozhou were most proud of something, which was completely defeated by Xianyu today."
"I want to write a poem about this situation."
"Um?"
"Who is the peak at the end of the poem? When you see the fish, the road becomes empty."
"I think your poetry level is also very good, suitable for writing fantasy novels."
"To be honest, these poems are destined to shock the literary world. I'm afraid even the literary and art associations have to pay attention. Xianyu's poem collection is going to sell like crazy. I'm really worried about my children."
"What does it have to do with your children?"
"Do you think that these poems will not be promoted by the literary and art association in the future? How many of them can be called peerless masterpieces. It would be strange if the above would not require children to recite the full text and then write some appreciation."
Depend on!
It seems to be true!
At this moment, the expressions of all the literati quickly became weird.
Xianyu wants to surpass the ancients and become the most hated writer for modern children!
God knows how many people will be tortured by his madness and anger today!
anyway.
Will the Blue Star students hate Xianyu in the end, or the literati who persecute Xianyu in the ten pavilions at the foot of Mount Lu today?
To know.
If Xianyu didn't shock the audience with such a method today, it would be a joke for everyone to be kicked off the judging panel.
He is fighting back.
Although the way of counterattack was too shocking, even a little too much, but it still maintained his dignity, although the price was that the literati at the scene today, their dignity was pressed underground and rubbed hard.
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Lin Yuan's home.
The whole family was shocked!
It took a long time for the family to come back to their senses.
My mother suddenly said, "Go buy a chicken, and then buy a fish, and make soup for our son."
Look at this cheap accounted for.
The elder sister laughed: "It's stew soup for your son, not our son."
"Replenish your brain?"
Dayaoyao can understand it very well.
Antarctica wagged its tail and yelled, very interested, and ate some bones.
It's just that my sister muttered with a strange expression at the end: "If his brain continues to improve, I'm afraid that the Blue Star literary world will type gg in the midst of laughter."
All right.
My younger brother's brain has probably become the treasure of the Blue Star Literature and Art Association, and he really needs to make up for it.
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Astral Entertainment.
Office of the Chairman.
Li Songhua, who watched the live broadcast, was silent for a long time.
Of course he knew that it would not be good for these literati to drag Xianyu down, but the final direction of the matter still frightened him!
Shock!
Unprecedented shock!
This kind of shock was not even weaker than when Li Songhua learned that Chu Kuangying and Xianyu were actually Lin Yuan alone!
"Is this from heaven?"
"Still down to earth?"
Li Songhua was stunned for a while before recovering, then immediately contacted the public relations department, shouting: "What are you still doing, take action!"
action what?
Of course it's a campaign!
This is an unprecedented situation. The company has to do its best to help Xianyu ascend to the altar. Although the company does not need to take action, Xianyu has already ascended to the altar of Blue Star's ancient poetry field!
Because it's not just stars that create momentum.
The response of major media is more rapid!
The fact that Xianyu overwhelmed the top ten pavilions at the Lushan Poetry Conference, which was already shocked by netizens and audiences, appeared on the headlines of major newspapers!
It doesn't matter what type of media it is.
People from the entertainment circle and the cultural circle are all reporting!
At the same time, Li Songhua's eyes flickered: "We must investigate, who is playing tricks behind the scenes, could it be Zhongzhou again?"
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Lin Yuan felt like he was going crazy.
Copying two hundred poems is really dizzy.
Obviously before, I was still adhering to the argument that "the wood is beautiful and the wind in the forest will destroy it", so I turned around and smashed the poetry conference!
This is more than "the tree is more beautiful than the forest"?
This is clearly the "Shenxiu of Good Fortune Clock"!
The coffin boards of the ancient and romantic celestial dynasty will not be able to hold back.
Because this time Lin Yuan not only recruited big Li Du, small Li Du and Su Xian, but also invited more great gods together.
Thousands of years have passed, and the light of literature has shined.
Which one is not a model that can be sung and passed down by the people of the past dynasties?
Unsurprisingly, the phone was blown up.
The family called, the company called, the studio also called, and all acquaintances were concerned.
Everyone forgot.
At this time, the more worthy of concern are those literati who are still biting the bullet to complete the poetry conference.
some of.
Yinlan Shuku also contacted Xingmang, saying that he wanted to invite Xianyu's poetry collection to be published by them.
Yinlan Shuku didn't know that Xianyu was Chu Kuang, and his idea was pretty good. He just wanted to take advantage of the relationship between Xianyu and Chu Kuang, and come to a wave of near-water towers to win the moon first, because at this time, not only Yinlan Shuku, but almost everyone Countless publishing houses, large and small, have contacted Xingmang, wanting to help Xianyu publish a collection of poems, and the conditions they offer are higher and higher.
This is the inevitable development of events.
Everyone understands the value of those poems, and once they are published, they will spread throughout Blue Star.
Sudden.
Lin Yuan's eyes cleared up.
He felt that he should change his mentality.
Considering that Mu Xiuyu will be destroyed by Lin Feng, since someone wants to make me unhappy, why should I play low-key again?
The foreshadowing is enough.
Xianyu has long been packaged as a genius, so it doesn't matter if he is more genius than a genius, what kind of evil wind is blowing him?
It doesn't matter who destroys anyone.
When autumn comes and September 8th, I will kill all the flowers after they bloom.
The fragrance of the sky penetrates Chang'an, and the whole city is covered with golden armor.
The Blue Star merger is imminent, and there will be countless eyes on the eight continents in the future, and there will be prying eyes from different fields. Today's troubles like this may not be encountered again in the future.
Because the established stage is that big.
There is no room for everyone to go up and dance.
Some people want Lin Yuan not to be a judge, and if they want to force him to step down, they can only fight back vigorously——
Mu Xiu Yu "Lin" is ready!