Naturally, everyone couldn't see the mobile phone in Su Yang's hand, and only saw him propping his elbow on his chest in a contemplative manner, which added to everyone's shameful laughter, a waste, what else can he make a poem with great luck?

Yuan Qing looked at the roster in his hand indifferently, as if this young man didn't care about his business at all. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The young man in white looked at the scenery on the mountain from afar, and seemed to linger there.

Only the woman looked at Su Yang with a smile and an expectant look.

"If you can't do it, don't hinder Elder Yuanqing from reading the list." The prickly young man beside Liu Qingcheng was impatient.

"Yes, it's not good to speak, you still write poetry, give up quickly!" The young man in the middle of the house echoed.

Abandon?

Give up your mother!

Su Yang has been holding his stomach for a long time since yesterday, and he has made trouble again and again when he enters a broken sect, and now it is endless, isn't it just poetry? Okay! Then let you open your eyes!

"Then I'll get started." After Su Yang finished speaking, he closed his eyes and began to brew emotions.

"Hurry up, okay no."

"If you can't get out, it's a waste of time."

"Forget it, you still want to compose poems, let's wait for the next assessment!"

There was no reaction for a long time, and the yellow and white robes also showed impatience, but in the midst of everyone's doubts and sarcasm, Su Yang's luck dantian suddenly opened his eyes and read the first catchy sentence, and everyone was directly stunned, and their jaws dropped!

"The spring breeze peach and plum blossoms bloom, and the autumn rain when the sycamore leaves fall. There are many autumn grasses in the south of the West Palace, and the fallen leaves are full of red and do not sweep. ”

Grass can really compose poetry!

But is that all? Doesn't seem right? Although the crowd was a little incredulous that this man could compose poetry, it felt more like he was messing around.

And then at the beginning of the second paragraph, everyone wondered, and?

At the beginning of the third paragraph, everyone's eyebrows were squeezed together, and the yellow and white robes also looked over.

At the beginning of the fourth stanza, the crowd opened their mouths.

With a fiery tone, when Su Yang started the twentieth paragraph of "Song of Long Hatred", everyone's eyes bulged out!

As we all know, "Song of Long Hatred" is a poem written by Bai Juyi, a monk in Xiangshan, the first half is intended to satirize the Tang Ming Emperor's misunderstanding of the country, and the second half expresses Tang Xuanzong's yearning for emotion, and the reason why Su Yang chose this poem at this time is because of the description of the attic, and the second is because of the momentum revealed in the poem, its emotion, irony and yearning, which is very appropriate!

Until the last paragraph, the thirtieth paragraph!

"The days are long and the days are endless, and this hatred is endless!"

The glorious scenery is transferred to the longing for the spiritual life, and once again highlights people's yearning for the fairy pavilion on the mountain, classic, wonderful!

Everyone appreciated it so much in their hearts, and then no one spoke, looking at the young man like a monster one by one, is this really made casually? Was it really improvised by him?

Everyone was stunned and looked at the old man in the yellow robe, and the old man in the yellow robe looked at the woman behind him, until he got the woman's nod, and the pot suddenly exploded in the field!

"It's so long, it's so neat, I'm familiar with the 300 Shenzhou poems recorded in the book, and I've never heard of such poems!"

"It's really amazing, no wonder you dare to continue to write about Master's Untitled."

"Is this still human? It's so long that you can't even carry it on your back, right? ”

"It's terrifying, I've seen it today, it turns out that this person is more than just scolding!"

"Yes, I like his last sentence so much, the days are long and the days are endless, and this hatred is endless!"

"This is definitely a poem of atmospheric luck, and it seems that this kid may not be able to become a noble talisman."

"I really didn't expect him to pass the assessment."

However, some people still disdain, such as Liu Qingcheng and his group.

"What kind of talisman master, he is a waste who can't cultivate, even if he has the talent to compose atmospheric poetry."

"Hmph, what if you can pass this assessment, isn't it still a waste."

Liu Qingcheng gritted his teeth, turned his head and stopped talking, making the sarcasm on his face weak and embarrassed, after all, it would become an ironclad fact that this person could pass the assessment, so what he said yesterday turned into an invisible long whip at this moment, which was "snapping", slapping his face and hurting.

Elder Yuan Qing swallowed his saliva, his eyes were a little glazed, obviously he hadn't recovered from the long poem just now, however, if he knew that this was only half of the long hatred song, how would he feel?

"Do I have your so-called ability to continue poetry?" Su Yang is bland, so arrogant.

Yuan Qing snorted coldly, turned his head and whispered to the two behind him: "I am indeed surprised that this stinky boy has the ability to compose poetry, although he has the potential to become a talisman master, but it is a fact that he cannot practice, so what's the use?" ”

The white-robed young man shrugged his shoulders and said, "I don't care, I insist on asking my opinion, except for people who may become disciples of my lineage, I don't want them to pass." ”

The woman in plain clothes stared at the willow eyebrows, a little annoyed, "Master Yuanqing, you're not right, the Sange Guanyuan Test is a rule set by the founding patriarch, how can we violate it?" Whether it was because this teenager changed his name that we chose this answer sheet, or because of something else, in the final analysis, it was because we were satisfied with the answer on the answer sheet! The fate of the test! And now that it has been proven that the answer was his own, why don't we let him pass? ”

The old man in the yellow robe glanced at Su Yang lightly, and said coldly: "Anyway, we won't accept the two veins, if you accept it, just take it away, just a word of advice, that kid has no future." ”

Without further words, the old man in the yellow robe turned around again, looked at Su Yang, and said, "Come out of the queue, stand behind your senior sister in plain clothes." ”

Everyone was shocked, they didn't expect that this waste had really passed the assessment of the three pavilions, at this moment, everyone was in a mixed mood, there was envy, there was speechlessness, and more, it was the expectation of their name.

Elder Yuan Qing picked up the roster in his hand and began to continue reciting the names of the disciples who had passed the assessment.

"Zeng Yifan."

"Liu Zhongshu."

“……”

"Liu Qingcheng."

"Wu Yanzu."

After the list was read, about a dozen disciples stood up, and then those who were not read by name suddenly burst into a strong sense of loss, and even the girl cried aggrievedly.

A sigh came, looking at the dozen or so disciples standing next to him, and everyone's eyes were only envious.

"Okay, don't be discouraged if you don't pass the assessment, you can try again next month, you have also seen, Su Yang has passed the assessment, you are not confident yet."

The chosen disciples burst into laughter, and the unselected disciples were a little jealous, and the last one walked down the mountain in disappointment.

The field suddenly became empty, and then at this moment, the white-clothed Daoist who looked a little arrogant suddenly stood up, and at this point, except for Su Yang, all the disciples who were selected ......

It's hot again.