Chapter 17: Poetry Contest (1)

The Book of Avenues

Introduction: Three thousand avenues, all in it, mysterious and mysterious, the road is endless!

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The fifth level: poetry competition

Here, you have to use poems, words, idioms to fight, the rules of the game is a lottery, a group of sixteen, two by two, to determine the finalist, then, the lottery begins!

The first scene

Ye Mengtian VS Mo Bai

ready go

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"Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear.

Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow. ”

Before the words fell, the sky was full of snow, and the beautiful snowflakes hid the cold killing intent.

"The sea is dry and icy, and the clouds are bleak and condensed. ”

The cold froze the snowflakes flying all over the sky, turning them into crystal clear ice flowers falling all over the sky, ping pong, which was the sound of ice breaking on the ground, silently, so that Mo Bai was hung out of blood marks.

"In the Qin period, the bright moon and the Han period, the Long March has not been returned. ”

Ye Mengtian looked at the soldiers in front of him who looked at death as if he were at home, and rushed over, not panicking at all.

"Angry hair rushes to the crown, leaning on the railing, Xiaoxiao rain rest. Raise your eyes, look up to the sky and roar, and be fierce. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons. Don't wait, the young man's head is white, empty and sad. Jing Kang is ashamed, and it is still snowing. When the courtiers hate, when will they perish. Drive a long car and step through the lack of Helan Mountain. Zhuang is hungry for Hulu meat, laughing and thirsty for Xiongnu blood. To start from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky. ”

Yue Fei led the soldiers to kill the other party, and for a while, Jin Ge Iron Horse killed together, blood splashed everywhere, and it was impossible to distinguish between the enemy and me.

"Human life is the most important, there is a precious daughter, one party is beneficial, and virtue is more than this. ”

In an instant, a green light flashed, and the HP of your soldiers instantly refilled.

Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming.

The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a shooting star.

Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles.

Brushing off the clothes and going away, hiding deep with the name.

Idle over the letter tomb drink, take off the sword and kneel forward.

will scorch Zhu Hai and persuade Hou Huan.

Three cups of Turannuo, Wuyue is light.

After the eyes are dazzled and the ears are hot, the spirit is born.

Save Zhao with a golden hammer, Handan was shocked first.

Two strong men in Qianqiu, Xuanhe Liang City.

The bones of the arson are fragrant, and he is not ashamed of the world.

Who can write Your Excellency, the white head is too mystical.

Ziyan's golden pupils, chirping and shaking green. Ping Ming galloped each other and made a guest in Lomendong.

The boy learns swordsmanship, and Ling Yi is a white ape. The beaded robe dragged the brocade belt, and the dagger was inserted into Wu Hong.

Originated from Wanfu Yong, and carried the majesty of this life. Entrusting from the drama Meng, buy drunk into Xinfeng.

Laugh down a glass of wine and kill people in the city. The shy road is easy to be cold, and the sun is full of rainbows.

Yan Dan did not stand up, and the palace of Emperor Qin was lost. Dancing Yang Dead Grey Man, Encore and Success?

Drunk to pick up the lamp to look at the sword, dreaming back to blow the horn company camp. Eight hundred miles of fire, fifty strings turned over the outside sound, and the battlefield was an autumn soldier. The horse-made Lu was fast, and the bow was like a thunderbolt. But the king of the world, won the name before and after his death. Poor white happens!

The desert sand is like snow, and the moon is like a hook. How to be a golden brain, walk quickly and step on Qingqiu.

The sunset embroidered curtain roll, the pavilion is empty. Zhijun is me, and the new windows are wet and red. Long remember that on the Pingshan Hall, the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River are pillowed, and there is no lonely Hong. Recognize the drunkard's language, and the mountains are in the middle of nothing. A thousand acres, all mirrors are clean, and the blue peaks are poured. Suddenly, the waves rose and danced a leaf of pulsatilla. can laugh at the son of Lantai, who has not solved the problem of Zhuang Sheng's nature, and there are male and female in Gangdao. A little haoran, a thousand miles of fast wind

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To be continued