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"It seems that Jiangnan is nothing more than that, except for that Hao Lei, the poems are just mediocre, I really don't know how you Jingbei lost last year?" Jin Zhennan said with a smile, his words full of ridicule. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"I'm not good at poetry, that week Bai Yue just picked up a bargain, and so did Bai Jing, the front was passive, but the last couplet was somehow matched by him, and I was also panicked here, and I admitted defeat in a hurry, otherwise it would be difficult to say whether the winner would be defeated. Lei Hao snorted coldly.

"Tsk, defeat is defeat, look at how I crush the other party this time!" Kim Jin-nam looked at Bai Jing, who was sitting next to the stage, and licked his tongue interestingly.

"Zhou Baiyue has made a move!"

Lei Hao spoke, and everyone's eyes fell on Zhou Baiyue, who walked on the stage.

"The following is a poem written by Zhou Baiyue, the first genius in the south of the Yangtze River, and the title he drew 'Missing'. Hostess Yang Xuelian said.

After the host finished speaking, three hostesses walked onto the stage, one holding pen and ink, and the other two pulled open the scroll.

"Heh, this week Bai Yue is going to show off with calligraphy!" Kim Jin Nam said with a smile.

At the literary meeting, almost only absolute self-confidence would choose to write poems on the spot, and Zhou Baiyue, as the first place in poetry in the previous year, is also known as the first talent in Jiangnan, so she naturally has such capital.

I saw Zhou Baiyue lifting the pen and falling on the scroll paper, the pen walked the dragon and snake, the font was strong and powerful, obviously the skill was quite profound, and soon a poem appeared in front of everyone.

"Reading"

Lonely and unowned, the day is bitter, and the evening sleeps and dances. The cold moon hangs in the air, the wind blows the gauze tent, and the heart is broken.

Bow your head to the flowers and move, and the east wind will play tricks. The complexion is better than the city, but for the sake of love, the eyebrows are frowning.

After the word was written, Zhou Baiyue put down his pen and stood upright on the podium, which was displayed by the two ceremonies.

"Okay! It's so well written, it's worthy of being the number one talent in Jiangnan!" Ishida applauded beside him.

And people from other provinces and cities were also amazed by this song, it seems that this week Baiyue is not in vain, this word is instantly several grades higher than before.

"It's really well written, this word is delicate, there is a trace of loneliness in the thoughts, between the words, there are thoughts and emotions beating, Zhou Baiyue is so young, can write such good words, it is really worthy of being the first genius in Jiangnan!" poetry professor Yang Jiancheng praised.

Yang Jiancheng is a master of classical poetry, and he has studied it for half his life, and when he said this, it is enough to see that Zhou Baiyue's "Nian" has entered the room.

"The old man won't comment on the words, just talk about this word, it is enough to be called the first talent!" Qin Huai said with a smile.

As soon as Qin Huai opened his mouth again, he immediately caused people to exclaim, worthy of Zhou Baiyue.

"How is it written?" Gong Yueru asked Lin Ruofeng with a squint.

Lin Ruofeng nodded and said, "It's very delicately written!"

"Why don't you go up and write one?" said Gong Yueru with a smile. "You're a great poet!"

"There will always be someone who can't hold it, na!" Lin Ruofeng pursed her lips, Gong Yueru looked over, and suddenly exclaimed. "God, Nangong Yan is actually here!"

"Nangong Yan?" Lin Ruofeng said in surprise, when he was about to go up, he didn't expect someone to go up first.

"Jingbei is a great talent!" Gong Yueru replied, as if she was as arrogant as she had to admire this person. "Now that the Jiangnan Writers Association is over, I thought that I could hold a meeting on the Wangjiang Tower with a little cleverness, but now I will be embarrassed!"

However, at this time, the two hosts were still joking.

"This is the new work of our No. 1 talent in Jiangnan, it is so well written, I am fascinated by it!" said hostess Yang Xuelian.

"Yes, even I'm intoxicated!" said the male host, Jin Ke.

"I see that this poem has a faint appearance of a champion!"

"Well, I feel the same way!"

Seeing that the two sang and harmonized, the literati in other provinces and cities turned pale, and the people of the Jiangnan Writers Association had already been happy.

"Hey, there are still people on stage to compose poems?" Yang Xuelian said in surprise.

I saw Nangong Yan walking slowly onto the stage, and his face was really gentle and elegant, like a noble gentleman.

"Nangong Yan!"

Someone exclaimed.

"Nangong Yan, a talented son of Jingbei University, why is he here?"

Zhou Hua felt that something was wrong.

Zhou Baiyue frowned, he had also heard of Nangong Yan's name, but one south and one north, far apart, had not been officially compared, he didn't expect to meet it at this time, this was to suppress himself?

"Humph!"

Zhou Baiyue threw up his sleeves and stepped down, originally prepared a good poem by the Writers' Association, intending to cheat and replace it, but Zhou Baiyue believed in himself and made the poem "Nian" on the spot, he wanted to see what this Jingbei talent was capable of.

"Please draw questions!"

"No, that's it!" Nangong Yan replied.

At this time, all eyes were focused on Nangong Yan, and it was the same topic.

"Pen and ink!"

Nangong Yan said lightly, and the host reacted, and immediately asked the etiquette to take out the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone again.

"Nangong Yan also wants to write poems!"

"Is Jingbei a talent the first talent in Jiangnan to be the first genius in Jiangnan?

"Jiangnan Writers Association plays tricks, I can't imagine that Nangong Yan actually dares to go up, this courage and self-confidence are incomparable!"

The people of the Jiangnan Writers Association stared at Nangong Yan deadly, only to see the latter holding the pen, the dragon and snake leaping under the pen, and the font strokes were like dragons.

Zhou Baiyue's face turned ugly.

At this time, Nangong Yan's pen fell, and the words became words.

Bodhisattva barbarian, send female companion

The cold wind invaded the windows, and the curtains lazily walked towards the corridor.

The moonlight enters the high-rise building, and the lovesickness is sad.

Boundless family state affairs, merged into the double moth emerald.

If the plum blossoms early, a branch should be sent!

Although the literati here can't write such good words, they still have a vision, regardless of the calligraphy, as soon as this word comes out, it feels like Zhou Baiyue is faintly suppressed.

Suddenly, everyone's attention shifted to Yang Jiancheng, who has studied classical poetry for half his life and has the most right to speak!

This word not only expresses the author's nostalgia for his girlfriend, but also shows his concern for state affairs. The pun in the words is quite profound. "If the plum blossoms early, a branch should be sent", the implication is infinite, and it is very affectionate. The whole word has a unique style, not conventional, worthy of being a genius of Jingbei University, good! good! good!"

Yang Jiancheng's words made everyone in the Jiangnan Writers Association turn blue, and Yang Jiancheng used three "good" in a row, which is enough to see the wonder of this poem, which is far better than Zhou Baiyue's words.

Immediately afterwards, Qin Huai's words could be regarded as adding insult to the situation of the Jiangnan Writers' Association. "Nangong Yan's calligraphy faintly has the style of a master, and in another ten years, it will far surpass me!"

"Wow~!"

There was an uproar in the audience, Qin Huai's comments are not high, could it be that another double (calligraphy) and absolute (poetry) appeared ten years later?

This sentence completely decided the outcome of the battle.

Jiangnan Writers' Association never expected that the first link in their design was to lose, Jingbei came over this time, after all, Nangong Yan is not alone, he must have been prepared, can he win below?

Zhou Hua and the others felt aggrieved in their hearts, if they continued like this, they would definitely be scolded to death by the people of Jiangnan if they lost in this symbolic place of Wangjianglou!

And as the audience in Jiangnan, they naturally don't want to believe this fact, so they lost in the first link, so they have to do it.

Originally, I believed that the Writers' Association would hold the Zhulu Wenhui in Wangjiang Tower, and it would definitely be to exit with a complete victory, but who knows, it will lose at the beginning.

"Bastard! I can't imagine that Jingbei is so powerful!"

"Jiangnan lost!"

"Sure enough, I had a hunch last year, but I didn't expect that this year's Writers' Association had made so many preparations, and I still lost!"

"Not necessarily, there are still two links in the back!"

", do you think people dare to come without preparation?"

"That's over, damn the writers' association, even if it is lost elsewhere, why Wangjianglou, don't Jiangnan literati have to bow their heads when they see Jingbei literati in the future?"

"Damn, who can go up and write another one?"

"Even Zhou Baiyue has lost, who can still go up? Besides, not only poetry, but also calligraphy? How many people do you think there are in Jiangnan?"

......

At this time, the host who had been talking eloquently before didn't dare to speak.

"Host, since no one is on stage again, then this poetry session is considered my Jingbei to win?"

Nangong Yan said softly.

"Ahh

Hearing this, other provinces and cities gloated, while the people in Jiangnan were dead, and they hoped that someone would come forward and win over Nangong Yan.

"Since there is no objection here, then, I declare that the winner of this session of poetry is ......"

Just as the hostess was announcing, a clear voice sounded.

"Hey, wait!"