If it weren't for a good poem, Liu Qi would have been able to come up with it.

Someone savored it, and then his eyes opened suddenly, and he couldn't help but shout: "Good poetry." ”

"Insist that the green mountains are not relaxed, the roots are in the broken rocks, and the thousands of blows are still strong, and the wind blows from east to west, north and south. ”

The white-robed scholar couldn't hold back the shock, but the more he tasted it, the more he felt that his poetry was incomparably spicy chicken.

This made him secretly crazy, but he had a bad seizure.

Who is this Li Bai, can he really make such good poems at the age of ten?

Originally, if someone had told him that someone could write such an astonishing poem at the age of ten, he would not have believed that his leg would be broken.

And now, there is no need to break his leg, just standing here, he can feel that extraordinary temperament.

The other party doesn't seem to be joking.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Very good, very good, you won my game!"

There were also whispers of shock from people in the venue.

"I made it at the age of ten, what kind of literary qualification is this?"

"He's been so rebellious at the age of ten, and now, it looks like he's only in his twenties, my God, how many poems did he write during this time?"

What's more, he shook his head and said: "If that's the case, then I'm afraid that the younger generation of literary and talented young people will have no one to be his opponent." ”

Liu Qi's eyes with blue pupils stared at the white-robed scholar and said, "How is it?"

The bad guy also admits defeat, and Liu Qi doesn't want to be too disgusted with the other party.

The white-robed scholar took a deep breath and said, "It's just a fluke, except for bamboo, I don't believe you can write poems on other topics." ”

But no matter how you look at it, Liu Qi is fearless, he crossed his hands and said: "Even if I come, if I am afraid, I will not be Li Bai." ”

Ye Qingwu's appreciative eyes couldn't help but flicker and look at Liu Qi, and finally, he applauded lightly: "Yes, this kind of literary brilliance, even I sigh to myself." ”

Now that Ye Qingwu has expressed his position, everyone has to applaud along, of course, most of them are voluntary.

People have such talents, and they are convinced.

This applause deserves their applause.

Li Bai, ahh ”

However, where did Liu Qi see the other party's character of not admitting defeat, saying this just made him retreat.

But when he fell into the ears of the white-robed scholar, he thought that the other party was humiliating him.

So, the white-robed scholar blushed, and finally slowly spit out a word: "Continue." ”

Well, it's not one word, it's two.

Liu Qi couldn't help but say: "You can't win me, give up." After all, my poems are all copied, and I am a hanger, you can't win me. ”

The last two sentences, he naturally won't say.

For 5,000 years in China, the poems that have emerged have an extremely long history, how can they be broken by the other party.

A hint of anger appeared on the white-robed scholar's face and smiled: "It's really funny, how do you know that I can't win?"

Liu Qi said coldly: "Because, I am too strong, I have never been invincible, and I have been looking for an enemy all my life, but the only one who cannot be defeated is only one person." ”

Then, the crowd held their breath to see who he was going to talk about next.

That person turned out to be better than Li Bai, ahh

is even more terrifying than Liu Qi, then his talent may no longer belong to this world.

"That person is myself. ”

His head kept looking up at the starry sky at 90 degrees, and at that moment, the crowd thought he was so shameless, but what he said was so reasonable.

Ye Qingwu took the lead in breaking this embarrassing situation and said: "Now, let's move on to the second question, this time, let's take the beauty as the title of the poem, what do you think?"

Beauty, to be honest, what is in front of them is a stunning beauty, and the white-robed scholar also paid attention to Ye Qingwu under the curtain, and thought of his wife, the gap between people and people is not ordinarily big.

In other words, his wife was not married by chance, but by others.

Originally, he won the champion, so he heard that Ye Qingwu's poetry banquet was extremely famous, and then he wanted to give it a try.

As a result, I couldn't even pass the first question and was slapped in the face.

Then, he began to be angry, he was the champion, in fact, he wanted to conquer the Ye county lord with his talents, because, the champion who didn't want to marry the county lord was not a good champion.

Then, he embarked on a journey to marry the county lord, that is, to improve himself, read more, maybe a little more knowledgeable, and the county lord will look up to himself.

But the result was unsatisfactory, and the things he wrote to Ye Qingwu were all sent back one by one.

Because, Ye Qingwu's suitors are really numerous, and the white-robed scholar is just one of the inconspicuous millet grains.

Then, he lamented, he began to lament the injustice of fate, and sometimes, he even believed that destiny existed.

His life, his everything, all his own, may have been predestined long ago.

In this regard, he became depraved and drunk all day long, although he was a petty official, he did not have much real power, and now in this state, he was suspended from his position.

The white-robed scholar was dismissive.

Then, the others slowly became bitter and mean.

However, his talent is always recognized, and his top boss, the daughter of Lord Si Wei, has taken a fancy to him.

Then, Lord Si Wei talked to him at night, saying that it was a night talk, but he loved his daughter very much, and he would try his best to satisfy what his daughter wanted.

At that time, when several people put several knives around his neck, he suddenly felt that everything was so real, and he was terrified in the face of death.

But in the end, I had no choice but to compromise!

But after a while, he tasted the sweetness.

Lord Si Wei's daughter is not fat, but her face is extremely ugly, buckteeth, bad breath, fox odor, freckles, violence, all the shortcomings really happen to be vividly reflected in a woman.

He began to regret it, but Lord Si Wei promoted him, and among them, he also got a lot of oil and water, and Lord Si Wei turned a blind eye.

Man's greed is endless, and a life without desires will be boring for him to think about now, and even for his desires, he can do everything.

Then he sacrificed his hue, but also acquired something.

Having received countless benefits, he began to revel in it, and the white-robed scholar was disgusted with his previous incompetent self.

Therefore, he didn't care about the poor, or about the poor parents, or the poor brothers.

It's been four years, and his parents still think that he is an honest and honest official in Tianjin City.

But when it comes to sighing, Lord Si Wei, his father-in-law, is not as much as his.

His courage grew.

Then, he thought of Ye Qingwu, the woman who haunted him.

Enduring the flames of desire, he came here with his identity.

He is no longer the person he was back then, and in the face of Ye Qingwu, he already has the qualifications to raise his head.

This time, he smiled and said to Liu Qi fearlessly: "Although everyone who comes is a guest, but I am the first to publish the poem, this time, Li Bai will come out first, what does Lord Ye think?"

Hearing this, Ye Qingwu said with a smile: "There are comings and goings, it should be fair, then Li Bai will come out first." ”

Liu Qi's face was a little strange, and he said, "Are you sure?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, he was all Wang Bang, so how did others play, he still had to give the white-robed scholar a lost opportunity to embody.

The white-robed scholar thought that he had grasped Liu Qi's weakness, and said in his heart: "Could it be that what this kid is not good at is poetry with the theme of beauty?"

Then, Liu Qi's demonic aura came and he suddenly understood.

"Hahaha, yes, I forgot, he is a fox demon, and the fox clan has never seen any beauty, so this time, he will die for me. ”

The heart is extremely dark, but there are no waves on the surface.

Then he said impatiently: "Isn't it that you can't do it?" Li Taibai, many pairs of eyes are watching, if you admit defeat in this one, I advise you to start the next one." ”

"But the next one, you're bound to lose. ”

Liu Qi began to hate the white-robed scholar, you said that you are such a big person, and you still dress like a poor scholar, and you are not a scholar who went to the city to take the exam.

Of course, what makes Liu Qi complain is his appearance, well, it is really not suitable for this white robe.

In the end, he shook his head regretfully and said, "Do you really want me to speak first?"

Sure enough, the white-robed scholar was already a little impatient in his heart to be excited, but in the end he still held back.

"That's right, if you give you a stick of incense, if you can't write a poem, you will lose, of course, in order to avoid you being convinced, I will still write a poem. ”

His words made Liu Qi frown secretly, Okay, there is a way in heaven that you don't go, and there is no door to hell, you want to come.

Tonight, I'll let you know what a poet is and what a clod of soil is.

Then, he felt that reciting Li Bai's sentence was one of the tones.

Without him, the main reason is that since I am a beauty, I am not limited to the subject matter of the technique.

But he changed it a little.

The original verse is: The clouds want to dress and the flowers want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon. If it weren't for the jade mountain, it would meet Yaotai under the moon.

But there is no Yaotai here, as far as he knows, there is a faint place in the Lingwu Continent, which seems to be called Lingyue.

If you use Yaotai, it is naturally good, but the people here don't understand, and Lingyue, known as the land of the fairy world, is the pinnacle of the beauty of women in the world.

Thinking of this, Liu Qi said: "I thought of a poem I made when I was twelve years old, so-so, if you are interested, I will reluctantly recall it." ”

Finally, after three minutes, he pretended to think successfully and said: "Yes, I have composed three poems, called Qingping Tune, there are three of them, I read one of them, read it to the county lord, this poem is also given to her." ”

Sure enough, as soon as she heard this, Ye Qingwu didn't know that her face would become a little ruddy.

This person is really ...... I have a heart.

"One of the Qingping tunes is this, you guys are very good, please listen to the county lord. ”

"Clouds want clothes, flowers want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon. If it weren't for the jade mountain, it would meet Lingyue and the moon. ”