Wu Gongzi couldn't help but be the first to rush forward and measure carefully.

Zhang Shanfeng also turned his head sideways and looked carefully.

After Ziyue read out everyone's poems aloud, everyone's poems were quite decent, but there were few that were impressive.

"Sit down under the Bodhi tree and complain to the Buddha. I don't know the hardships of life, but I just say that I have a good heart......"

When the seventh person was read, everyone became a little impatient, some began to yawn, and some of the viewers were more right, but they also began to whisper.

"This word is okay, and it is written in a proper manner. ”

"Although the verses are smooth, they are too popular and too coping, right?"

"The one that was written said in the past, but the sentence seemed a little banal. ”

"If you want me to say, this level is not as comprehensive as Wu Gongzi's article!"

"It's the tenth person's article, it seems that there is no surprise in the third place today!"

"Don't talk nonsense, take a look at the next two articles!"

Sure enough, the words of the eleventh person finally made everyone's eyes shine.

I saw that the whole text was written sprinkled, obviously imitating the calligraphy master Zhao Mengfu, although the foundation is not profound, but the writing is quite smooth, the most important thing is that the meaning of the text can not help but cause everyone's discussion.

The content of the poem is: "The golden bottle invites Bodhi to the moon, and the empty cup is full of sorrow without wine." The Buddha asked how to suffer without a heart, and how to ask Bodhi if there is no suffering?"

The signature of the signature is-Empty Dream.

After Ziyue read this poem leisurely, everyone couldn't help but talk about it again.

"This song is good, it just corresponds to the song sung by Miss Murong. ”

"Where is it good, a moment of bitterness, a moment of sorrow, it's too negative, right?"

"How well the echoes in this poem are! Besides, if you look closely, it is not as simple as bitterness and sorrow!"

"The handwriting is okay, but it's not very brilliant, and I just think it's a bit forced!"

"How can you be brilliant, and then you can be more brilliant and directly advance to the first place, everyone will end tonight!"

"Hey, why do you talk like that? It's a bit too crowded, isn't it?"

"How can I speak? I think you're too picky, you're so good, why don't you go up and compete?"

"Ha, this poem can't have been written by your relative, is it? Is it necessary to protect it so for tat?"

The discussion grew louder and louder, and finally escalated into a quarrel, and people on both sides held each other and held their own opinions.

This discussion, although a bit of sabre-rattling, can be regarded as setting off a lively scene at the Wenmo Conference.

"Ahem, first of all, I am very grateful for everyone's enthusiasm, but the poetry competition for the third place is not over yet, I hope you will be calm and impatient, and we will definitely give you a fair and just evaluation result later!" Duan Jiu'er suddenly came to the stage with a smile and said.

She saw that the quarrelsome people were getting more and more fierce, so she quickly stood up and calmed everyone's emotions that were difficult to control themselves.

Seeing that the people on both sides were no longer arguing, Duan Jiu'er glanced at Ziyue again, and Ziyue continued to read the last poem.

Sure enough, this last person's poem was even more impressive.

"If you have let go, why should you be reincarnated? If you have no debt, why should you meet? Even if you don't want to do everything in your heart, you only have an old dream. I don't mention the old current affairs today, just to be safe and have no complaints!"

The signature of the signature is-Ziyanjin.

It is another font modeled after Zhao Mengfu, but this person who is signed Ziyanjin is obviously more powerful in his handwriting.

The layout of the whole text is reasonable, sprinkled, the pen and ink are thick but not heavy, elegant but not light, and the ink color is just right.

"Just by looking at the writing, it is better than the previous one!"

"Well, it's just that this article is too straightforward, right?"

"Straightforward? Do you understand, a really good poem should have content and be eloquent! I think this poem has done it! There is no feeling of chewing on words. ”

"It's really reasonable, we think that among the twelve poems, in terms of calligraphy and the content of the poems, the last two should be the best, and Miss Murong is invited to decide!"

"That's right, Miss Murong, do you think Ziyanjin and Kongmeng, which of the two can beat the third place in the last session?"

"Yes, the words of the Wu family's sons, naturally needless to say, but today's empty dreams and Ziyan's writing do have their own merits, but I don't know which one is more popular with you?"

Everyone began to ask questions to Murong Xiaoxiao behind the bead curtain.

Zhang Shanfeng noticed that everyone's inquiring attitude seemed to be more intentional about calling out the girl who made them admire, rather than rushing to decide the winner. "Thank you for your enthusiasm, I naturally have a bias in my heart, but this is just my personal opinion. Today, we are fortunate to invite the White House Master of the Demon Spirit Hall to Bai Hefan, so I dare to ask the White House Master to come and evaluate it first, and then we can make a decision, okay?"

"Okay, old lady, come and see which one you like, see if I think differently from you!" Bai Yue'er jumped up happily when she heard that her mother should comment first.

It was Bai Lusheng who pulled her sleeve in time, and she obediently sat down again.

"Okay, then I'll be a layman to watch the excitement once, you're welcome!" Bai Hefan sat in the bead curtain and said generously.

After receiving her affirmative answer, Ziyue hurriedly took the girl in green and entered the bead curtain with two words with a good reputation.

"I don't know much about calligraphy, although there are occasional collections of famous calligraphy and paintings, but I only look at some fur on weekdays, if I want to say that although the font of these two characters is somewhat similar, but I feel that it is indeed very different!"

"Let's talk about this empty dream first, the words in the poem are quite perceptive, and it is a small poem worth seeing. ”

"His handwriting is clean and generous, but his strength is insufficient, like he has an old illness or internal injury, he should have been able to write better, but it's a pity, I hope you can take care of your body and compete with this person again!" Bai Hefan said.

Zhang Shanfeng heard Bai Hefan say this, and couldn't help but feel that she was a little tricky, from a few simple words, you can deduce that people are sick, so what do you need a doctor to do in the future, you don't have to go to the hospital to see a doctor, just write poems and mail at home.

"Besides, this Zi Yanjin, although the words in the poem seem to be free and easy, but free and easy is full of concealment, this kind of emotion, has not experienced the real wind and waves, really can't be written! Concealment, it is not an easy thing, the mouth says to let go, but the heart may not be able to let go, I hope that one day, you can face the real self calmly. ”

"So in terms of handwriting, Zi Yanjin's handwriting is better than others, there is nothing to find fault with, as a girl, the strength control is really good, it is commendable!"

"What is so exciting is that our third place today is fought for by two women!"

As soon as these words came out, the people sitting there exploded.

"What? Empty Dream and Ziyan are both women's ?!!! today."

But just now in front of the stage, I didn't see a woman.