The results came out quickly, and the five judges, except for Professor Zheng Fangle, a historian, all voted for Chen Chen, and at this time it was no longer comparable, and the effect played by Chen Chen had already made them lost. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Looking at those people in the ring, they already knew what kind of demon Chen Chen was.

"In this game, Chen Chen of Yangcheng County won, and Wen Zhige of Jingcheng County was defeated." Qi Fengtian looked at the two of them, sure enough, Chen Chen won, whether it was poetry or songs, they were all very good, even if he didn't have any musical cells, he felt that it was the first time he had heard such a shocking song.

"Congratulations, Chen Chen." Qi Fengtian said to Chen Chen again, then turned his head to look at Wen Zhige, who was a little sluggish, and said with a smile, "Don't be discouraged, there are still two chances." ”

There is no suspense about this competition, but there are still two levels in terms of musical instruments, Wen Zhige must seize the opportunity, he returned to his team, discussed with everyone, and finally let Wen Zhige continue.

If you can't pass the second level, then you can change to someone else, and the three chances may be wasted and brushed down by Chen Chen.

"In the second level, I prepared half a residual score, to see who can compose it first, it will be considered a win, of course, in the end, the judges have the final say, I don't count." Qi Fengtian smiled, and stepped back.

Tang Liancheng looked at Chen Chen tightly, this time, Yangcheng County actually won a good start, he couldn't help but get excited, Chen Chen, sure enough, was his lucky star, he swore that he must cultivate Chen Chen well and resolutely not let Chen Chen go the wrong way.

However, after thinking about it, it seems that his level is not as good as Chen Chen, and the scope of what Chen Chen writes surpasses him.

Tang Liancheng could only smile bitterly, it seems that he can't be Chen Chen's mentor, he has no qualifications, Chen Chen, is a self-taught guy, and he is also a powerful young man, with a shrewd mind and profound knowledge, not under himself at all.

"Brother Tang, it's impossible to say this time, Chen Chen just won the opener, that is strength, but now, it is luck." Qi Fengtian sat beside Tang Liancheng and said to Tang Liancheng slowly.

"I'm sure he'll still win you over." Tang Liancheng is very confident, and the honor that Chen Chen has brought him is probably unprecedented.

Perhaps the best result in this life is on this day.

In the bright moon, ask the wine, even if you are drunk, it is also the right situation.

Of course, there is no alcohol here, only knowledge about poetry and other literature, so even so, it will cause a monstrous crowd below.

Chen Chen opened the note, it turned out to be half of "Man Jianghong", this is Yue Fei's masterpiece, but unfortunately, in this world, only the second half of him has been circulated, but Shang Yan has already fallen with the war, I don't know where it has ended.

And now, Qi Fengtian actually took out such a second half of the poem manuscript and asked them to fill it, and for a while, there was a lot of uproar.

The people present almost couldn't help but stand up, Ye Sheng was also full of solemnity, he was no stranger to this poem, but now, there is no content without a top, if he is asked to fill it in, it can be done, but it will take at least half a day, it can be seen that the difficulty of this poem.

Wen Zhige frowned, and also opened the note, only to see that the content on it was exactly the same as what Chen Chen saw, "How can there be such a strange question, isn't it music, what does this have to do with poetry?" ”

Wen Zhige was very dissatisfied, but in the face of the current situation, he had no choice but to make another move, and at the moment when he raised the pen, Chen Chen also began to move.

"Angry hair rushes to the crown, leaning on the railing, Xiaoxiao rain rests ......"

The content written by Chen Chen is exactly the same as the original, this is the consequence of plagiarism, Chen Chen has a brain loaded with the cultural world, how can he not use it?

Moreover, only this part of the Shang Rong can be worthy of the content of the original manuscript, and the rest, even if it is in a context, what can it be, not written by one person, it will always feel that something is missing.

On the other side, Wen Zhige also wrote, "The moon covers the deep court, the cold wind, and the beads and fragments ......"

The brush pen fell, and the handwriting of the dragon flying and phoenix dancing on the dazzling white paper was slow and urgent, they did not breathe, as if they were persevering to the end in one breath, Wen Zhige was like this, and Chen Chen was even more so.

There is no one who understands anything better than Chen Chen, what this world does not have, it is all Chen Chen's, as long as he wants to publish it, it is his poetry.

Like a song and crying, Chen Chen finished writing in a stick of incense, this is because he didn't want to be too shocking and lowered his speed, he really wanted to be the speed, but he didn't know how many times stronger than Wen Zhige.

"You, also written?" Wen Zhige looked at Chen Chen and said.

"Yes, I wrote a stick of incense, and the efficiency is really fast." Chen Chen responded, "However, I don't know what the final result will be." ”

"Then, it depends on the eyes of the judges."

The two talked in a whisper, and on the judges' bench on the other side, all the judges looked at Ye Sheng, Ye Sheng stood up, took the manuscript in the hands of Chen Chen and Wen Zhige, and then looked at it.

"Good poetry, good poetry, wonderful." Ye Sheng first looked at Wen Zhige's, sure enough, he was a heroic boy, this writing and talent were full enough, but there was less heroism and more tenderness, and there was already a fault in the Shang Rong written by Wen Zhige, although it was very small, Ye Sheng, as a master, still noticed it.

This poem was flawed, so he did not take the lead in resisting, but opened Chen Chen's scroll again.

Spread out the display, only one beginning, it attracted Ye Sheng's attention, Ye Sheng stood up suddenly, patted his thigh, glanced at Chen Chen in disbelief, and then in the surprise of everyone, he said wildly, "Angry hair rushes to the crown, leaning on the railing, Xiaoxiao rain rests ......."

His voice was loud and full of enthusiasm, he seemed to have traveled to Yue Fei's era, eating and wearing together with Yue Fei to resist the enemy, in the sun, in the cold night, the iron horse Jingo, without retreating.

"Thirty merits, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons. Don't wait, the young man's head is white, empty and sad. "All the way to the dust, thousands of miles of running, the enemy repented, thousands of miles to escape.

There is nothing else to do, only to keep the loneliness, recalling the heroic time of the year, leaving only a deep sigh.

That era, the era that belonged to Yue Fei, has passed, but his heroic soul is immortal, his spirit is immortal, our country is still huge, and our homeland is still very fragrant.

After a poem, everyone was inexplicably excited, and they were excited, as if they remembered the war of one or two hundred years ago, and now, the empire is strong and no one has come to attack.

"Okay." I don't know who shouted a word first, and after no human sound, this slight word became thousands of heavy, and under the ring, shouted in unison.

Only this poem feels original, after all, they have not seen it, but now, seeing Ye Sheng, who is known as Li Bai, the only great poet in the empire so far, praises it so much and recites it, who shares this glory?

Only this poem is the closest.

None of them knew that only what Chen Chen wrote was truly original.

But it doesn't matter now, only the Shang Yan written by Chen Chen really fits the artistic conception of Yue Fei at that time, and the others are floating clouds, not even Shenma.

Ye Sheng smiled, laughed, very happy.

The empire has produced a talent, and there is really a successor.

When it comes to inheritance, how can Ye Sheng not be happy?

Not only him, but even Professor Zheng Fangle, a historian who had just disagreed, was also flushed, which was suffocated, and he was excited by the atmospheric Shang Yun written by Chen Chen, only such poetry can show Chen Chen's character.

It turns out that Chen Chen is not proud, he has his own proud ability, on the contrary, he is sometimes very low-key, low-key to the point that he does not agree with him, Zheng Fangle felt for the first time that Chen Chen, a young man, is still worthy of his own training.

What they didn't know was that when Mr. Ye Sheng had just finished reading Chen Chen's Shangyun, the Imperial Royal Association had already caused a sensation, and the imperial online novel world was also in an uproar, and all corners of the empire were filled with Chen Chen's Shangyun poems.

"Okay." No matter where they are, they can hear such a word, and nothing else, just because it has made them feel that they can no longer say anything else.

It turned out that the famous general Yue Fei still had a poem, and it was so atmospheric, they all felt that they were stimulated, either because Yue Fei could write poetry, or because of Chen Chen's relationship.

In short, this poem is on fire, Yue Fei is on fire, and Chen Chen is also on fire.