When Jing Yan heard Zhifeng say this, her heart became even more resentful, and her little face even turned a little red.

The girl said in her heart, didn't you hit me enough, look at your limelight, you have to say the wonders and point out the shortcomings, are you a poet who can't reincarnate? Okay, girl, I'll let you talk about it, anyway, this battle has already been defeated, and listen to what you have to say!

But Jing Yan thought so in her heart, it was not so easy to give in, after all, her big words had already been put here first, if it was really a failure, the words 'let the other party dispose of' were not a joke.

"This son, you can first talk about the shortcomings in Jing Yan's poems, but since it is a poetry fight, the later links still need to be continued, not child's play!"

Zhifeng was a little helpless, the other party was obviously not a reckless man like Long Mu, and he was provoked by his own words in one or two words, it seems that it is not so easy to completely simplify the situation and get the girl's family once and for all.

"That's the case, it's okay," Zhifeng 'magnanimity' took over Jing Yan's words, and said in his heart, first completely suppress your morale, and let yourself be invincible! Look at your girl's pie, my brother is unhappy, don't you know?

"Childe, please!"

"Girl, listen!"

"'Tibetan head poem', divided into a variety of body rhyme, comb the hair and take the first word of each sentence to express the meaning, is the most common one, that thing is not how clever it is, and, "Zhifeng mouth spit lotus, suppressed frustration," and the girl made this poem, it is indeed not bad! ”

Looking at Long Mu Cuiniang's ignorant face, Zhifeng continued, "The beauty of this poem is that in addition to the rhyme of Pingxuan, it is quite exquisite, and the last word of each sentence can actually contain the first word of the next sentence!" ”

Hearing their young master say this, Long Mu and Cui Niang still didn't react, and their eyes were still confused.

The young master was helpless, "Everyone, please see, in Miss Jingyan's poem, starting from the second sentence, the first word of each sentence is the radical of the last word of the previous sentence, for example, 'I have heard that there are strange immortals in the western sky, and the mountains and seas are hanging by themselves.'" These two sentences, the word "mountain" is part of the word "immortal", and then look at the "heart hidden admonition no one asks, mouth out of ten thousand words sacrifice nine springs." Here, 'mouth' is one of the components of 'ask'..."

When everyone heard Zhifeng say this, they thought about it carefully, and it was really hey, every sentence actually had such a mystery!

Seeing the expressions of all the people in the lower riba who suddenly realized, the young master wiped the cold sweat from the corners of his forehead, and felt a little complacent in his heart, Brother Nima, I can really fool me.

"But, I don't know where the flaws in my poem are what Childe said?" Jing Yan was completely defeated by Zhifeng's quick wit and verbal explanation, how to say it, there is a kind of rush that was completely seen through by the opponent, Chi Guoguo.

After all, playing this kind of bickering game, no one wants to let the opponent completely point out their intentions and subtleties. What's more, people still have the killer feature of the so-called 'insufficiency' waiting for themselves, how can they not make their own hearts worried.

At this moment, Jing Yan felt like when she was playing Go, she forcibly killed her opponent Dalong's relentless pursuit and fierce moves, which were quietly resolved by others one by one, but the other party tried to make a fuss with the chess game, but she didn't know at all.

This feeling of having nowhere to focus made Jing Yan very uncomfortable, and she just wanted to quickly solve the other party's mystery and know the answer. It's just that in this way, Jing Yan didn't realize that her family had been completely controlled by her opponent The rhythm of the competition, let the family lead the nose away.

Zhifeng clearly felt that Jing Yan had messed up, and said with a slight smile, "I think the girl should be clear, whether this kind of hidden head poem is done brilliantly, the key is that in addition to the artistic conception of the poem itself, the true information expressed by the hidden words, and the rules for taking the words with the tail head, the most difficult thing is the last word of the whole poem, which must be secretly consistent with the first word of the whole poem!" In other words, the norm that the first word is the radical of the last word still needs to be satisfied! ”

"The girl's original poem, the first sentence 'I once heard that there are strange immortals in the west', and the last sentence 'Bamboo before the night is bitter lingering', this 'Lian' and 'Zeng' are not related at all, this is the only regret in the poem!"

With Zhifeng's explanation, everyone changed from 'suddenly realized' to 'so it was' and then to 'but Er'er'. This invisible disdain made Jing Yan so ashamed that she hated to find a hole in the ground or something, and the big girl was about to cry, alas, it was really... Lose face.

Compared with today, the ancients cared more about false names, otherwise the word 'wasted false names' would not have been passed down to the world. Especially those sour Confucian, they regard their reputation as more important than their lives. Even children of the rivers and lakes like Jingyan can't face other people's red fruit drops in the face, and their hearts are as calm as water and they are not shocked.

Zhifeng just saw the pedantry of the ancients, and he had already made up his mind in his heart, from pretending to smash the field, to breaking the situation, and then to counterattacking, he forced the eldest lady of the Ring Hall step by step to a dead end.

In fact, Zhifeng himself secretly thought, if Brother Chang encounters this situation, he will not be confused by this thing, and his false name can be used as food, brother doesn't even think about it, who does he love!

Zhifeng completely has the upper hand, but he still doesn't want to stop, what is it called beating the water dogs, how clearly Mr. Lu Xun wrote a book and taught it.

"So, I think that only by changing these two sentences can we achieve consummation, girl, look!"

Zhifeng said, shaking his head and saying, "Ran Mengxi Heaven visits the Qi Immortal... Bamboo Eve's love has been burned! What does the girl think of such a slight change? ”

What else, Jing Yan was speechless, but she was speechless for a while.

The son of the other party not only sharply pointed out the shortcomings of his poem, but also improved it and patched it, and directly made a judgment from a high level, what else to say, how big.

In fact, compared to the name of 'Jing Yan' guessed by the young master before, these are so profound in the eyes of ordinary people that they are not good, but the subtlety of 'leading the tail and the head' to make poems in a loop is a little simple.

At the very least, Yue Nanyun is not afraid of stir-frying this dish.

The rhyme of these poems that Zhifeng said later, Yue Nanyun saw it at the first time, but he couldn't get there at that time. Guess the meaning of the Tibetan poem, which is 'this', and the other things that are good or bad, where the magic is, are actually trivial.

You can't go anywhere, so let's just go to the end.

Therefore, Zhifeng guessed the word 'Jingyan', which is the result of logic and quick intelligence, and it is really not comparable to a scholar like Yue Nanyun who is familiar with Bagu Wen.

"Jingyan... Jingyan, please serve! "The eldest lady of the Western Regions Ring Hall is so sad, why do you export yourself so easily and let the other party slaughter it, this is the result of talking too much and underestimating the heroes of the world.

In fact, Jing Yan knew in her heart that it was not the middle-aged Han scholar who guessed her background, everything was done by this new son, brother and young man, but even if she knew, she couldn't stop the opponent from playing tricks in the first place, and the opportunity was gone.

In the current situation, all the people present saw with their own eyes, this son was the answer that he quietly 'heard' from the mouth of the middle-aged Han scholar, and then relayed it through the mouth of the young man, so that Jing Yan himself was defeated.

As for the latter 'wonders', 'shortcomings' and the like, whether the middle-aged scribe had already told him, or the young man played on the spot, but everyone selectively ignored this, anyway, we won, and the others... It's all puffy clouds.

If she had done anything else, Jing Yan would have been willing to gamble and lose, but at this time, she couldn't be too conformist. Let's not say that I will never refuse to export my own family, which is the most important purpose tonight, cooperate with the fourth uncle of the 'Qingluan Envoy' to act, and seek the 'Golden Nine Rings', this is not to say that I want to talk about it, or negotiate a condition with the snake people, and then settle it peacefully or something.

In front of the 'Hundred People and Hundred Tribes Festival', anyone is a chess piece, and Jing Yan is no exception!

"Since Gongzi has this request, Jing Yan doesn't force that gentleman to write Tibetan poems, so let's change to Gongzi to write poems, Jing Yan guesses, do you think it's good?"

For the sake of her own destiny and the great plan of the sect, the eldest lady of the Ring Hall should not be tender!

Note, there are many types of Tibetan poems, the most common is to take the first word of each sentence, and connect it to the implied meaning of the poem, such as "a flat boat in the reed bush, Junjie and Russia swim from here." If the righteous can know this, they will not be able to escape. "Take the first word of each sentence, and the hidden thing is 'Lu Junyi'.

Most of the poems in this article are written by the old paste himself, hehe, good and bad, make everyone laugh, and finish the book in the future, sort it out, and count it as a little satisfaction for yourself.

The story of these two chapters may be a little difficult for some readers and friends to watch, but I always try my best to convey some positive energy in the book, such as this paragraph, I changed the usual martial arts competition to a fighting poem, readers can greatly know that it takes a lot of effort to write, and I don't know what the effect will be... But I think that China's traditional culture cannot be lost, and many outstanding young people also have a deep foundation in this area, and everyone is welcome to comment and correct.

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