At this moment, almost all of the spectators gathered around have already voted, some have voted and left the place, and most of them are waiting for the results of the competition. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

And most of these people who voted to leave were ordinary people, who passed by here, that is, they voted for their favorite poems, and they didn't pay attention to the things in the cultivation world, let alone who won or lost.

And those who remained, naturally, most of them were cultivators, who admired the power of poetry and respected the master very much, and naturally looked forward to the results of the comparison test.

Su Yang observed the voting method, and after a while, he also took a bamboo stick from the stone table and walked behind the notice with his back to everyone.

Then, the two poems that were being tested fell into Su Yang's eyes.

One is called Spring Twilight, and the other is called Ikegami.

To be honest, Su Yang doesn't think how well these two poems are written and how powerful the artistic conception is.

Not to mention liking.

So Su Yang casually put the bamboo stick in his hand into the one that was small, and then left the notice and walked towards the crowd on the periphery.

When passing by the girl leaning on the railing, Su Yang cast a slight glance at the man, but the latter was still cold and arrogant, her gaze never moved, and she didn't even look at Su Yang.

Su Yang shrugged helplessly and stood in the crowd again.

At this moment, a voice came from behind Su Yang: "Brother, which poem did you vote for?" ”

The person who spoke was a little older than Su Yang and had a mole on the tip of his nose.

Su Yang pondered for a moment, and then said, "Forget." ”

"Forgot?" The young man's eyes were full of surprise, and there was a sneer on his face, and he said, "You just saw it, and you forgot?" ”

Su Yang said: "What do I have to remember to do?" ”

The young man smiled disdainfully, originally he looked at Su Yang's angular appearance, and thought that this person was also a good cultivator, but he didn't expect that he was an ordinary person who didn't understand anything.

But in order to let Su Yang realize the tallness of the cultivation world, the young man still replied: "You are an ordinary boy, it's no wonder that you can't understand the world of cultivators, I just want to tell you, a cultivator like Xiao Ye is a very powerful existence, but a cultivator who can write poems is even more powerful than Xiao Ye!" Is it easy to understand? ”

Su Yang smiled softly, and it was really easy to understand.

The previous sentence is a master, the latter sentence is a master, and you still treat your buddy as an ordinary person who has no knowledge?

Su Yang immediately looked at the young man, and said interestingly: "But that's not yours, what are you doing so much?" ”

The young man snorted coldly, looked at Su Yang like an idiot, and said, "Only an ordinary person like you who can't practice will not pay attention to the victory or defeat between cultivators!" And ......"

And?

Su Yang raised his eyebrows and looked at the young man.

After a pause, the young man continued, "Moreover, don't you know who Mr. Ning is? ”

"Who?" Su Yang didn't even think about answering.

Hearing Su Yang's inquiry, the young man's disdainful gaze erupted unabashedly, and he sneered: "Even if you don't know the things of the cultivation world, don't you know the things of mortal worlds?" Among the 300 poems in China, at least ten of Mr. Ning's poems are included! Don't tell me that you don't even know the 300 capitals of Shenzhou poetry, it's a textbook shared by earthly private schools and the cultivation world! ”

The young man's tone was a little fiery, his eyes were full of a sad look for Su Yang, and he said: "Who do you think he is who can write poems into three hundred poems in Shenzhou?" ”

Su Yang nodded thoughtfully, it turned out that the inconspicuous middle-aged man had such a big background.

So why did such a big person stay in a small place like a deserted town and hold such a nonsensical competition?

Su Yang asked.

The young man replied: "Mr. Ning is now traveling all over the world, collecting high-grade poems, to compile a new Shenzhou poem 300, as long as anyone can win Mr. Ning in the competition, then his poems can be included in the 300 Shenzhou poems, but in this year, no one can win Mr. Ning, presumably it won't be long before Mr. Ning will leave the deserted town." ”

Su Yang asked: "Is he doing the collection of poems alone?" ”

The young man smiled disdainfully and said: "How is it possible, how can Mr. Ning do this alone, it is the sect behind him that is supervising and facilitating this matter, that sect is just a single word, called 'Chu', the legend is that it was founded by the master, no one knows how many people are in it, because no one has seen it at all." ”

Su Yang's entry into the WTO in the true sense of the word only started when he went down the mountain.

It was only at this time that Su Yang really came into contact with the secrets of this world.

Master, 300 poems in Shenzhou, the beginning.

Su Yang had heard of the first two, but he didn't expect that there would be so many doorways inside, and now that it has been deduced, this sect called "Chu" makes Su Yang feel that there are really too many places to explore in this world.

It also made Su Yang a little surprised, it turned out that the status of the talisman master was even stronger than he imagined!

Looking at the middle-aged man in white again, Su Yang's interest in him became more and more intense.

Because Su Yang thought of a question at this time, that is, if his poems could be included in the poetry of Shenzhou, how terrifying would his prestige grow?

It's not just a matter of quenching star stones now.

This has already involved a way that can greatly increase Su Yang's strength!

So where is Su Yang's reason not to participate!

The voting lasted for an hour, and it was really coming to an end at this time.

Mr. Bai Yining reversed the notice.

Two poems were posted on the notice, as well as a bamboo cup placed below the poem.

At a glance, the bamboo sticks in the two bamboo cups are equal, but when compared carefully, there are more bamboo sticks in the spring twilight.

Mr. Ning began to count the lots, and in the end, as expected, Chun Du was more than 20 votes higher.

Chun Du won, but now everyone doesn't know who wrote it, some people take it for granted that it was Mr. Ning, and some people expect it to be written by the girl named Ji Ying.

No matter what the mood of the crowd was, when in the end, the girl took out the bet agreed upon by her sight, a book of high-quality five-grade exercises.

Everyone fell silent.

Because Mr. Ning won again.

Some people are silent because they feel sorry for the girl, after all, the two poems are indeed inseparable.

Some people are silent, but they are numb, because the result is not unexpected.

The girl gritted her teeth and handed over the exercise book in her hand, looking obviously unconvinced.

And Mr. Ning was still calm and light, without saying a word, as soon as his arm was introduced, he asked the girl to leave, not pretentious, nor deliberate, obviously this action has been repeated many times.

It wasn't until the girl was about to walk out of the circle that Mr. Ning spoke: "Everyone, disperse, it seems that there is indeed nothing worth my stay in this area of the deserted town, and tomorrow, I will leave." ”

Everyone who watched was disappointed, but they didn't know if they were lost because Mr. Ning left, or if they were lost because there was no one in the deserted town.

Hearing this, the girl who was competing just now gritted her silver teeth again, and then walked towards the outside of the circle without looking back.

However, as soon as the girl took a step, a bland word resounded on the spot.

Mr. Ning frowned, and the girl called Ji Ying also frowned.

The young man before frowned.

It was Su Yang who spoke, and his voice was very flat: "Mr. Ning's conclusion is inevitably too early." ”