"Wang Xiaoqiang, is this good, in order to save everyone's time, we only bet three games, each game we compete for a poem, and the winner of two games wins. Pen~Fun~Ge www.biquge.info doesn't count me bullying you like this!"

Long Yin knew that An Miaoyi was standing from a distance at the moment, and he couldn't wait at this time, he wanted to show his talent as soon as possible, defeat Wang Xiaoqiang, let Wang Xiaoqiang drill his crotch, give An Miaoyi anger, and let An Miaoyi favor him.

In a hurry, he simplified the content of Wendou.

Wang Xiaoqiang is also a person who is afraid of trouble, so he naturally agreed, nodded and said, "No problem, you can solve the question." ”

In order to convince Wang Xiaoqiang, this dragon seal said, "I don't have a question, let someone else do it, it seems fairer." ”

"Okay, then let my sister improvise. Wang Xiaoqiang pushed Dai Yu out.

Long Yin stared at Dai Yu and smiled playfully, "No problem." ”

Although Dai Yu has no cultivation, she is talented, and she is proficient in poetry and writing, let alone making a topic, she did not shirk at the moment, took a step forward, and said, "It's spring, and the spring is just right, so why don't you all make a 'Wing Chun' poem." ”

Hearing this, the corners of Long Yin's mouth hooked up a relaxed smile arc, and he nodded to indicate that it was no problem.

Wang Xiaoqiang said, "Your Highness Longyin, since there is no problem, then you can come first." ”

The dragon seal did not drag the mud and water, and when he heard the words, he put his hands on his back, straightened his chest, looked far away, looked at the spring light in Yueyang Courtyard, and took a step forward intentionally or unintentionally, and chanted, "The warm sun shines in the sky......

After a long silence, he took another step forward and continued to chant: "The flowers are smiling at the sun." ”

After a moment's silence, he took another step, and then chanted again, "The birds in the wind are loud." ”

Then there was almost no pause, no further steps. directly chanted the last sentence "Yueyang is good in spring!"

……

There was silence for a moment, and then a cheer erupted, "Good!"

"The Seven Princes have become a poem in three steps, which can be called a genius!"

"The warm sun shines in the sky, the flowers smile at the sun, the birds in the wind are loud, and the spring in Yueyang is good!" someone couldn't help but chant again, and then analyzed, "This poem is simple and simple, it seems simple, but it is not easy." It's a rare good poem......"

Listening to everyone's discussion and admiration, Wang Xiaoqiang couldn't help but want to laugh, thinking to himself what kind of poem this is? This is clearly a smooth mouth!

Grass, and Nima's three-step poem, can be called a genius...... I think it's a waste of wood, well, he is smooth, but I can't. Originally, there was no high or low text, it was difficult to distinguish the winner from the loser, and if he didn't get a classic poem, he couldn't be suppressed at all. Since you want to fight, you have to make the other party lose convincingly, and you have to read it in one breath. Isn't the other party a poem in three steps, then I will become a poem in three breaths.

And he saw that the discussion of the people ceased. Wang Xiaoqiang put his hands behind his back and said directly, "I don't know when I sleep in spring." Birds are heard everywhere, the wind and rain come at night, and the flowers fall to know how many ......"

A poem is chanted, there is almost no pause in the middle, there is no slightest dragging mud and water, it is simply neat, it takes a very short time, almost three breaths of time, worthy of three breaths into a poem.

Wang Xiaoqiang groaned, the scene was silent, everyone stared at Wang Xiaoqiang, constantly savoring Wang Xiaoqiang's poems in their hearts, and seemed to be a little unable to believe that this poem was written by Wang Xiaoqiang, three seconds later, the scene erupted in a burst of exclamation.

"Tsk, wonderful, this poem is wonderful,"

"I don't know when I sleep in spring, I hear birds everywhere, the sound of wind and rain at night, how much do you know about the flowers?" someone couldn't help but chant again, then closed his eyes, immersed himself in the realm of this poem, made a look of enjoyment, closed his eyes and shook his head in admiration, "Ah, wonderful, cool ......"

"Especially the last sentence, I seem to see the spring flowers falling!" someone praised.

In the admiration of everyone, Longyin's feminine face became gloomy and became ugly, he stared at Wang Xiaoqiang tightly, and constantly swept Wang Xiaoqiang with his divine sense, to see if he cheated on other people's poems,

But in the end, I didn't find that Wang Xiaoqiang had a single page on his body, and no one had made this poem before, obviously, Wang Xiaoqiang chanted it temporarily.

Of the ten judges, five of them are students of the previous class of Yueyang Academy, and the other five are new students, it can be said that there are both new and old people, and their literary attainments are different, but to be able to enter Yueyang Academy, the minimum literary skills are still there, at least the ability to appreciate is not lacking,

So at this time, the ten judges had already compared the poems of the two and quickly came to a conclusion.

The dragon seal becomes a poem in three steps.

Wang Xiaoqiang became a poem in three breaths.

Wang Xiaoqiang's poems have exceeded a certain realm, reaching a kind of artistic conception that can only be understood but cannot be conveyed, there is no need to comment at all, any comment is a stain on this poem, this poem can be called a classic, it can be passed on for centuries.

On the other hand, the poems of the dragon seal can only be regarded as general, and it is not easy to make a poem that rhymes within three steps, looking at the entire Yueyang Academy, it is also a top-notch level, but after comparing with Wang Xiaoqiang, whether it is the time of writing the poem or the level of the poem, it is too far behind.

Everything can't be compared, compared with Wang Xiaoqiang's poem, Longyin's poem is as crude as a child's smooth mouth.

Obviously, in the first game, Wang Xiaoqiang defeated Longyin.

Wang Xiaoqiang stared at the dragon seal, smiled playfully, and then turned his gaze to the ten judges, and said, "Okay, the ten judges can make a judgment." ”

The ten judges almost did not hesitate, and said: "I vote for Wang Xiaoqiang,"

"I also agree with Wang Xiaoqiang, Wang Xiaoqiang wins ......"

……

The ten judges voted for Wang Xiaoqiang very unanimously, and as a result, Wang Xiaoqiang won the Dragon Seal with an absolute advantage of ten votes.

Originally, everyone thought that Dragon Seal would defeat Wang Xiaoqiang, but in the first game, Dragon Seal was defeated by Wang Xiaoqiang.

And Wang Xiaoqiang's performance surprised everyone, but also secretly shocked, this Wang Xiaoqiang's talent is too strong, not only won the dragon seal, but also completely beyond his age!

For the result of the first game, no one raised any objections from the students around him, good is good, bad is bad, everyone's eyes are bright, even Long Yin felt that his poem could not be compared with Wang Xiaoqiang's poem at all, so Long Yin lowered his head gloomily, and just muttered in annoyance, "Okay, let's start the second game." ”

"Okay, let's start the second one. Wang Xiaoqiang picked his chin at Long Yin and said, "For the sake of fairness, how about you make the title of this one?"

"Okay!" This time, Long Yin was not as arrogant as Yelang, and directly agreed.

Because, in the second game, it is very critical, if Wang Xiaoqiang wins again, it will be a best-of-three game, and he will have no chance to turn the tables.

Dragon Seal wants to seize this opportunity, the Jedi counterattack, and turn defeat into victory.

He doesn't believe that Wang Xiaoqiang has such a high literary talent, a good poem may just be a momentary burst of inspiration, and it does not represent how high a person's overall level is, just like those who write hand-me-down poems, often after a blockbuster, Jiang Lang is exhausted, and since then he has been silent, slumped, and died of gloom. (To be continued.) )