Yongliu?

Xun Yu is doing the second question of the first meeting, which is easier than the first question, and it has never been difficult for her to make poems. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Not to mention that she studied poetry and literature in the Xiuzhen Continent, even in her previous life, there were countless good sentences accumulated over thousands of years. If you don't spend your brains picking up a few articles, you can also amaze everyone.

As for this Yongliu, it evokes Xun Yu's memories in the Xiuzhen Continent.

When Xun Yu crossed over to the Xiuzhen Continent, his parents had not yet gone, and the family had been happy for a few years. For Xun Yu, this may be the happiest few years to travel here. After that, her parents went out, saying that they were collecting spiritual grass and making qi inducing medicine for her, but they never returned.

However, a few days later, the elders of the family brought back two bodies, saying that they had been murdered and robbed of treasures on the road, and the enemy had not been found so far.

After that, Xun Yu got the only relic left by his parents, and he wanted to use qi to practice and embark on the road of cultivation.

She was only five years old at the time, had no close people at home, was bullied by her peers, and gradually became extreme, and she was always reluctant to trust others easily. In this way, there is no danger, and he cultivates to the god with a cautious character.

The only exception to this is Qingyang Daojun, but I didn't expect this exception to cause the bitter fruit of the day.

That day was also a poetry meeting, and it was also the first time Xun Yu participated in a poetry meeting. For the first reward of the leader, an elixir can be used to build a foundation for her.

When she got the news at the time, she thought that she had accumulated tens of millions of articles in her previous life, so she hurriedly went.

It was the beginning of the spring rain, and Xun Yu had never revealed any poetry talent before participating in the poetry meeting. Of course, she was satisfied with her cultivation before, and no one ever thought that she could win the top spot.

didn't expect her song "Yongliu" to be able to dominate the audience:

The jasper is made into a tree high, and ten thousand green silk ribbons hang down.

I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

In this way, of course, the elixir fell into her hands, but she didn't expect that at this time, someone suddenly questioned it, thinking that she copied this poem from someone.

Xun Yu's poem was indeed copied, but not in this life, but in a previous life. She felt guilty in her heart, but at this time she could never admit it, insisting that this poem was the first time in this world.

The man didn't give up, and the matter made a big fuss, which attracted Qingyangjun.

Qingyang used a spell, borrowed the opportunity of Haotian, searched the past, and found that this poem had indeed never appeared, which returned Xun Yu's innocence.

Xun Yu was uneasy after this incident, Qingyang helped her open her heart at this time, and the two often discussed poetry and essays after that, and Xun Yu also began to be interested in studying poetry couplets.

After three hundred years of gradual experience, Xun Yu never knew the identity of Qingyangjun.

Until that day, Qingyang came to Xun's house as a guest, and the two met. And when he left, Qingyang left the couplet, which was actually a private confrontation between the two before.

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Xun Yu fell into memories here, and time passed. To outsiders, she seemed to be thinking about the second question, but she had never reached a conclusion, and she frowned again and again, and she was not confident.

At this time, it was rumored that Xun Yu only had a quick memory, and he did not have any talent in poetry and writing.

When the third lady and the eldest lady heard this, their faces were full of anxiety, and although the old lady could still sit still, her expression was also a little uneasy.

Where Mu Mansion was, Mu Baishi was still staring at Xun Yu and Lu Zhanyuan. He saw that Xun Yu was frowning constantly, but Lu Zhanyuan had already finished the first question slowly, and began to think about the second question, Yongliu, and finally caught up. So he happily said to Mrs. Mu: "Look at it, haha, Xun Yu can't make poetry." ”

Mrs. Mu saw that although things were developing in a good direction, it was not yet optimistic, "What is a Xun Yu, the key is Lu Zhanyuan, see if he can win the championship." There are quite a few people who have written poetry now, and he is only now starting. ”

Mu Baishi thought about it and felt that it was right. It's that Xun Yu can't get the leader, but if Lu Zhanyuan can't get it, it's still useless.

He secretly said that if Lu Zhanyuan was really careless, he would have to use some means. A pair of eyes carefully observed the expressions of the scholars in the venue, but as for Xun Yu, he didn't look at it.

At the venue, Lu Zhanyuan finally filled in the last word, and he breathed a sigh of relief, and it was done.

On the scanning field, he is not the last, he should be considered medium, if it weren't for Fang Cai's 'villain', I'm afraid the first and second can also be snatched.

When he thought about it, he was furious. Looking around, he wanted to find out who was scolding him, but he just found Xun Yu. She didn't even move a word, and she looked like she was frowning.

"Ha, this is Jiang Lang's end. "He should look like this when he makes a copy," these qi practitioners, that is, they have a quicker memory, and if they change to compose poetry couplets and the like, they will look like this. ”

He straightened his clothes, picked up his pen and polished it, and wrote a line of poetry on a blank piece of paper, looking very confident. In fact, this poem was made by him a long time ago, and it happened to fit Yongliu.

He hadn't sold it before, not because the poem was bad, but because it was too good. He was very confident that how many poems such a poet could produce in his lifetime would definitely sell for a high price, but not now, but after he became famous.

It's a pity that now he is disgusted by Pang Hua, and he has gained notoriety, and it is already difficult to gain fame. Only when he is close to Mu Pepsi and gets the luck promised by Mu Pepsi can he have a chance.

He thought of the scholar who had just cheated and was thrown out, he had always looked down on such a person in the past, but now he felt a little more pity.

The scholar was punished by Pang Hui, his morality was not good, and his poetry was not good, otherwise he would not dare to cheat in front of the City God's Throne. In this way, there is no chance for fame, and it is pitiful that the cold window for ten years has fallen into such an end. Unlike him, if things are done, there is still a chance to pass the exam with luck.

"Hmph, this Pang Hua, when I get fame, he will never make you feel good in the future. His eyes seemed to be on fire, "Such a lot of luck, if it weren't for you, I'm afraid I might even be able to get the top three." ”

Lu Zhanyuan's chest was full of anger, and the handwriting in his pen was like a flame, and when he wrote this poem completely, he was happy when he saw this handwriting.

He learned cursive, but his notes imitated his predecessors and lacked his own style.

In the past, a writer came to Changde to be met by him, and commented that although his calligraphy was neat, it was based on the calligraphy of his predecessors and did not have his own style. Even if there is progress in the future, it will only be in the glyphs, and the font can no longer go further, unless he can write his own style.

The style here is the style, and I was angry, but I didn't want to make the font go further.

Lu Zhanyuan feels as if he is the protagonist in those biographical novels, although he struggled in the early stage, he can always step through the dangers and obstacles step by step and walk out of his own path.

With a confident face, he handed over the willow in his hand.

Return to the earth and say

Tell you a good news, tomorrow will be recommended, then tomorrow will be officially 6000 words a day.

In fact, the author doesn't have any saved manuscripts.,I thought I would get a recommendation next week or later.,But since it's on, I'll try to update it.。