"I'll come first!" At this time, a Xiucai couldn't hold back, got up from his seat and went to the desk, took a pen and dipped it in ink, and began to write quickly. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Talent gushed beside the paper, rising with the speed at which he wrote. This is the vision of Wendao writing poetry in addition to the changes of heaven and earth, one foot of Dingxian, two feet to the house, three feet of Aozhou, four feet of Zhenguo, five feet to spread the world, and seven feet to stun the saint.

That Xiucai fell to the last stroke, and his talent was nine inches and nine, and he didn't even reach the level of a first-class county, which was not in the stream.

His face was flushed suddenly, but fortunately, the moment he put down the pen, his talent surged slightly, and finally broke through a foot, barely reaching the first-level standard.

Xiucai hid his face and left, and at this time, a contemptuous voice came from a box on the third floor: "Is this the strength of the scribes of the Northern Capital Mansion, it's really a shame, what are you doing when you come out and show your eyes!"

This was tantamount to ridicule, because most of the people present were from the Northern Capital, where could they stand such stimulation, so they reprimanded one after another.

"Don't worry, we can't send a random literary boy in the Heavenly Mansion to exceed this level!" said the person in the box disdainfully.

"What a big breath!" many people were trembling with anger. The Northern Capital and Lintian Mansion are adjacent to each other, and the strength is almost the same, so the competition for Jizhou is also the most fierce in these two provinces.

It would be fine if the other party sent a show to say this, but it was too bullying to say that even Wen Tong could win.

However, at this time, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy quickly walked out of the box, walked out with a sneer, and walked straight towards the desk on the third floor.

"Hey, this seems to be Zhu Zidan's younger brother, Zhu Zi'an, the first scholar in Lintianfu. Several people were standing at the door of the box at this time, and Su Li glanced at it and said.

"Wen Tong first, could it be the Holy Former Wen Tong?" at this time, Luo Wuxi said in surprise next to him.

"The Holy Former Wentong shouldn't be, otherwise he would have already become famous in all directions!" Su Li shook his head and said.

At this time, Zhu Zi'an had already arrived in front of the desk, reported his name and began to write, and his talent surged, and he soon broke through a foot and reached the level of Dingxian.

The faces of the literati in the Northern Capital Prefecture were already a little unsightly, especially those who raised people, and they couldn't wait to teach these people a lesson in person.

However, the probability of ordinary people writing Zhifu poems will not exceed 20%, and they dare not make a move easily.

And when it comes to the level of lifting people, they are all calmer, and they will not easily get involved in such a trivial battle.

The talent is one foot seven, and there is still some distance from the second-level Zhifu poems, but the thought that this is written by a literary boy is a little terrifying.

Zhu Zi'an threw down the pen, shook his head a little dissatisfied, and returned to the box without saying a word.

There was silence in the restaurant, and the scribes of the Northern Capital felt that their faces were hot and ashamed.

Don't underestimate this foot-seven, if you want to defeat the other party's prestige, you must at least write second-level poetry to the house. Because the other party is just a mere literary boy, a rookie who has just stepped into Wendao.

The two poems were quickly wrapped in a talent and flew into Cheng Dieyi's room. Soon a cold voice sounded, chanting poetry.

"The poems of the two sons are good, especially Zhu Gongzi, the future is limitless!" After reciting, Cheng Dieyi praised loudly, and Zhu Zi'an immediately thanked him happily.

"It's really hateful, this Zhu Zi'an's strength is already higher than that of ordinary Xiucai, Zhu Zidan did it on purpose this time!" Luo Wuxi said angrily at this time, and then looked at Su Li and said, "It seems that you are going to make a move in advance!"

After some discussion, several people actually came up with a second-level Zhifu poem, which can stabilize Zhu Zi'an.

"Let's take another look!" Su Li shook his head and said. Zhu Zidan came over this time, and he must still have a backhand, but here in the Northern Capital, it is not easy to say.

"There is still a certain gap between the poetry of this world and that of the Tang and Song dynasties, and the majestic and heroic pattern can be seen everywhere. Maybe it's because of the threat of demons. Zhuang Yichen couldn't help but think after listening to the two poems.

"Tsk, Zi'an, it seems that we are all here for nothing today!"

"Yes, Zi'an Dacai, a rising star in the future!" came a ridiculing voice from the box, as if no one was around.

At this time, a short figure on the first floor suddenly stepped forward, took a pen and began to write.

"Hey, it's also a literary boy? Why did it come out today as a literary boy? ”

"By the way, how dare he go up and write at this time, if he can't compare to Zhu Zi'an, wouldn't it be even more embarrassing for my Northern Capital Mansion!"

"Hey, is it Fang Luo?" Zhuang Yichen saw it at this time, and he was immediately relieved.

Those people in the Heavenly Mansion didn't like to listen very well, so he wanted to rush up and slap him in the face. It's a pity that he can't even condense the Wen Palace, even if he has those world-class poems in his head, he can't stimulate his talent.

However, Fang Luo can be regarded as a little genius, so it shouldn't be too embarrassing.

As soon as the two sentences of "grape wine luminous cup, if you want to drink the pipa, immediately urge the ......" came out, the talent slammed and rose wildly, directly breaking a foot, directly to a foot seven.

"Good poem, I didn't expect that in addition to Su Li, there are such talents in this Northern Capital Mansion!" At this time, in the box of Lintian Mansion, a handsome man with a face as pale as jade said with a smile. However, Zhu Zi'an had a bad complexion, obviously because he was overwhelmed by others.

But Zhuang Yichen's face changed drastically, isn't this the Liangzhou word of Wang Han, who is familiar to the earth? How could Fang Luo do it? Is there such a coincidence in this world? Could it be that he also crossed over from the earth?