Qing Ruoya glanced at Wen Yiming, who was complacent, and pushed the so-called three treasures of the study in front of Wen Yiming, and said impatiently: "What pen do you want to use, take it yourself on the pen holder." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

In her eyes, Wen Yiming is just going through the motions, no different from making trouble. If it weren't for the provision of pen, ink, paper, and inkstone here, she wouldn't even want Wen Yiming to waste these high-quality supplies.

Of course, Wen Yiming saw the disdain in Qing Ruoya's eyes, and lifted the gourd and poured a few sips, which was very comfortable. Then he paused the gourd on the table with a 'bang', took a brush on the pen holder at random, and took it in his hand and looked at it pretendically. Then he laid out the miserable white paper on the counter, and the wolf stained the ink, and scratched his head with a pen, so that the people around him couldn't help but laugh.

Qing Ruoya squinted at Wen Yiming, her face full of contempt. She is also clear about the topic of the preliminary examination, that is, she can hand in a self-created poem by hand. This may seem simple, but it is actually a test of the participants' literary strength and calligraphy skills. After all, Moxiang Shuxuan is based on the way of poetry and calligraphy as the foundation of cultivation.

Of course, Wen Yiming also knows the rules of the first test, but if he wants to create one or two limerick poems by himself, he will definitely be able to catch them, if he really writes a poem that can shake the past and the present, he really can't do it. However, with his previous academic qualifications and family history, he has too many wonderful poems that have been passed down through the ages in his mind. For a while, he really couldn't think of anything good to write, and he didn't have the slightest burden about being reborn in another world and plagiarizing the originals of the ancients. Even comforting myself in my heart, this is also to promote my Chinese Yanhuang culture in another situation, haha!

Wen Yiming smiled and said to himself, "What is good to write?"

Jun Zhaohong was a little puzzled, in his opinion, Wen Yiming dared to put pen to paper in front of the public, and he was naturally confident; and looking at his calm appearance, there was no trace of panic; he was also deaf to the ridicule around him, and he looked like he didn't care about himself. But at this time, Wen Yiming's performance and his dress were indeed funny, wearing an old cloth coat with several patches, because of the heroic behavior of gnawing the pigeon yesterday, there were a lot of oil stains on the chest. With one hand on the wine gourd, full of the image of a down-and-out prodigal son, and the other hand holding a pen and constantly scratching his ears and cheeks, where there is a bit of the demeanor of a literati and ink writer, it is not bad to be considered a cloth cloth cloth who is forced to sign and draw.

"This scholar's treasure is about to become a dog's treasure, haha!" a gray-clothed young man sneered as he shook his folding fan.

"Scholar's living treasure, hurry up, let's wait to see you create another treasure to open everyone's eyes!"

Dan Anxiang and the three of them in the distance glanced at the platform by the door and secretly shook their heads and laughed. Even moved his steps away from this eye-eyed and low-handed bag again. Yi Qingyan and Shen Youyou formed an alliance at this time and hid far away, as if Wen Yiming would find them. At the same time, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief in my heart, fortunately I had the foresight to get rid of this plague god early, otherwise I don't know how many people would be poked in the back at this time.

Qing Ruoya snorted and laughed: "Great literati, if you write a blockbuster, it will also make you different!"

After finishing speaking, Qing Ruoya felt very relieved, and she couldn't help but giggle. The laughter shook the towering chest of the crowd, and the hearts of the crowd raced, and the nosebleeds rushed secretly.

Wen Yiming's eyes lit up, and he said with a smile: "I really want it, thank you for the reminder." But I've always been a low-key person, and my name can't be scribbled. Well... Who says you have to write poetry? haha!"

Ignoring the ridicule of the crowd, Wen Yiming smoothed the crumpled rice paper, thought about it, picked up the pen and concentrated, the pen walked the dragon and snake, and the breath was waved. Then he straightened his waist and looked at the four self-contained rows of grass that fell on the rice paper, and was very satisfied. For a while, after thinking of the ancients' hard work, he threw the pen in a dashing manner, and threw the wolf out of the hall with a 'whew' of laughter.

"Oops!"

"I'll go! Lao Tzu just changed into a white robe today..."

"Which turtle son... Damn!"

......

There was a shouting and scolding outside the hall of the Pavilion!

"You...!" Seeing Wen Yiming throw the pen out of the hall, the angry Qing Ruoya pointed to Wen Ming, and 'you' didn't say a word for a long time. This is a top-grade wolf hair of hundreds of gold coins!

Wen Jie, who was on the high platform in the distance, frowned and glanced at the back of the hall, glanced at Li Zheng unhappily, and continued to bow her head to sort out the preliminary works.

Li Zheng trembled in his heart, stretched his neck and shouted backwards: "Don't make noise, if there are any more offenders, you will be directly banned from registering." ”

They weren't so far away that they didn't know who was laughing wildly.

Wen Yiming listened to the scolding inside and outside the hall, and hurriedly put away the rice paper. Chaoqing Ruoya smiled slightly and said, "Little sister Ruoya, don't worry! Huh!"

After speaking, he hugged his fist towards everyone's smiling faces as if nothing happened, and said with a humble face: "Thank you for cheering!" Then, his shoulder hit Jun Zhaohong, shook his head and said: "Go, Brother Jun, line up!

Qing Ruoya swore that she would never want to see this shameless person again, it was simply shameless, shameless!

The crowd was also shocked to the point that they couldn't do it, and they were so good at pretending! Thank you all for your support, Lao Tzu came to see the jokes, but they didn't even see what you wrote and put it away, and they made a hairy scene! What did this guy write? It seems that he has only finished writing in just four words, where can there be such a short poem; I guess I don't dare to show ugliness when I feel unbearable! Hmph, I am also a little self-aware, and there is no shamelessness without a bottom line.

Even Jun Zhaohong, who has always been more optimistic about Wen Yiming, didn't know what Wen Yiming wrote, because the tall pen holder on the stage blocked his vision at that time. When he wanted to see the puzzle, Wen Yiming caused a commotion inside and outside the hall, which can be described as a real sound of throwing a pen! After coming back to his senses, the rice paper with partial body scaly injuries had been put away by Wen Yiming.

Just when everyone thought that Wen Yiming was still a little ashamed and had a little bottom line, he was once again made to cry without tears by his so-called 'God in the world'!

It's a living treasure in the world, a living treasure in the world!

Including Jun Zhaohong, they are all secretly slandered, this girl's skin is thick enough, thick to the point of perfection, and her psychological quality is even more extreme!

At this time, Jun Zhaohong finally understood why Wen Yiming's companions avoided him like a tiger. This can't be avoided, this guy is much more fierce than the tiger, my brother really can't bear it!

"It's okay, Brother Jun, I see that your face is not very good, are you stunned by my masterpiece! It doesn't matter, calligraphy and poetry need to be accumulated over the years, take your time. Wen Yiming saw that Jun Zhaohong's face kept changing, and he pointed his fingers and talked eloquently.

"Uh... Ahem!" Jun Zhaohong wondered if he wanted to look at the yellow calendar when he went out in the future, if he really had a bloody disaster today, he would definitely be so angry that this guy vomited blood and died.

Just when he was speechless and at a loss, Li Zheng under the high platform in front of him called out Jun Zhaohong's name, which made him greatly relieved.

Jun Zhaohong seemed to see a savior, almost trotting towards the high platform, and kept clasping his fists left and right and said: "Borrowed, borrowed, thank you, thank you!" It wasn't until he ran all the way in front of Li Zheng that he turned his head to look behind him, and when he found that Wen Yiming didn't follow, a stone in his heart finally landed. Secret way, finally out of the sea of suffering!

Wen Yiming twitched his shoulders and laughed, that villain's appearance was really very bad!

Li Zheng glanced at Jun Zhaohong, who was in doubt, in surprise, and then smiled: "Jun Gongzi must be able to open our eyes today, please!"

Jun Zhaohong calmed down and said with a smile: "Don't dare! Then he unfolded the rice paper in his hand and read: "It was originally a natural and ordinary thing, but because of the expression of the will, the praise and depreciation of the dynasty and the dynasty are not the words of the world." ”

Li Zheng didn't know much about poetry, but when he saw Donggong Jie on the stage nodding slightly and smiling, he knew that Jun Zhaohong's works were good. Hurriedly took the work and congratulated.

Wen Yiming also secretly praised in his heart, looking at people with poetry, Jun Zhaohong is still a good person.

The initial examination proceeded quickly, and in less than an hour, a large box under Wenjie's desk was stacked with a thick stack of works, which were selected and eliminated by her. On the left and right sides of the front are less than 20 works, which is still relaxed under the instruction of Yu Tengxiang, otherwise with her pickiness, it is estimated that there are only a few of them.

Looking at the dozen or so works on the left, Wenjie shook her head slightly. The works here are qualified for the finalists with the artistic conception of poetry and good sentences, and the few on the right are shortlisted for calligraphy skills. Wenjie sighed lightly, these works are either not up to the artistic conception, or the calligraphy is not enough charm, and there is nothing to show for it. It's hard to pick a good one. Among them, Zhao Xian and Liang Han are not bad, as for the two talented women of Southern Liang Kingdom, hehe! They are only proficient in couplets, but how can they pass the level of Senior Brother Huang Yun. Senior Brother Huang is Elder Chi's personal disciple, and he has unique attainments in the couplet, and even Senior Sister Aixi is ashamed of herself. It seems that Nan Liang Guo is going to disappoint Uncle Yu this time!

Wen Jie said secretly, the county lord team is actually very good to us juniors, every time we come to Moxiang Shuxuan, no one's gift is indispensable;

"Dan Anxiang!" Li Zheng's voice sounded, making Wenjie come back to her senses.

Wen Yiming raised his head and saw that Dan Anxiang and Yi Qingyan had come to the stage. Dan Anxiang nodded at Li Zheng and said, "I learned a little and made a song "Rain"!" and then opened the rice paper and read: "The mist rises with the wind, and the sound of frogs is heard at night." The wind blows the branches and leaves, and the rain falls on the shore and blooms. ”

Li Zheng nodded, took Dan Anxiang's work and handed it to Donggong Jie, without saying a word from beginning to end. This made Dan Anxiang a little shocked, Yi Qingyan and Shen Youyou also pouted, they felt that Dan Anxiang's poems were already very good. However, after seeing Donggong Jie's expressionless look at the work, he handed it over to Wenjie in the back, and knew that there was little hope.

Wen Yiming didn't react, in his opinion, Dan Anxiang was able to make a fairly neat poem by concentrating on martial arts, which was already very good.

At this time, Li Zheng looked at the list on the register, the corners of his eyes twitched, and he shouted a little funny.

"A blockbuster, Wen Yiming!"