On the platform, the young people of Yancheng County had all kinds of dissatisfaction, and in the face of a lonely teenager, they seemed to be hit on cotton, powerless.

"Third game." Sang Qianchuan said lightly, maybe Chen Chen can really be unique today, he doesn't want this ending, after all, he is a real Yancheng County person, of course he doesn't want Chen Chen to win.

However, he was afraid that Chen Chen would lose, because if Chen Chen really lost, then there would be no good works, he really wanted to see Chen Chen's works, just like those written by Chen Chen, which made him laugh, and read it all the way, and his blood boiled.

Everyone was quiet at this time, no one was talking, even if it was a small voice, the wind blew, Sang Qianchuan's nose was full of beads of sweat, he didn't know whether this competition was good or bad, but now he can't stop, only go all the way.

What will be the result, he doesn't dare to think about it, even if Yancheng County fell really hard this time, but this is just a lesson, the young people at the moment are too arrogant, they should take a good look at their sharpness, and let them know that there are mountains outside the mountain, and they should not be limited to a small range.

Sang Qianchuan looked around, seeing that everyone was listening silently, he was about to speak, but suddenly he saw a figure in a blur, slowly walking in front of him, step by step, as if looking forward to a reunion, he fell into a daze.

He slowly stretched out his hand, his face was full of smiles, his eyes were full of tears, and then, as if remembering all kinds of warm pictures in the past, he blinked his eyes a few times, and slowly spoke, "The third competition is to use a 'she' to say poetry, and the emphasis is to highlight a 'she' word." ”

Luo Yimingzi didn't know why, it wasn't the topic that had been set just now, how could it suddenly change temporarily, he raised his head, looked at Sang Qianchuan's movements, and followed the direction in which his eyes opened, immersed in shock for a while.

The mirage, like a dream, appeared on the horizon at this time when the sun was covering the earth, and there, there was a wonderful place, and a hazy goddess appeared, which could not be seen really, but made him feel kind.

Sang Qianchuan pointed to that place, and everyone followed to watch, but after a while, they were all boiling, no wonder Sang Qianchuan would use 'her' as the theme, it turned out that he saw something mysterious.

It's really human nature, it's precious, and in the moment just now, Sang Qianchuan saw his beloved wife who had passed away, and she seemed to want to confide in him, and he missed him a lot.

With mixed feelings, he took the initiative to change the topic, and the original four judges such as Luo Yimingzi had already discussed that they would write a poem each of the four gentlemen in the "Meilan Bamboo Chrysanthemum" flower.

And now, he only asks for a song, which must not only have the 'she' contained in it, but also be a metaphor for one of the four gentlemen in the flower, and under the attack of the two, the most beautiful moment will be composed.

The mirage disappeared, there was nothing left, under the bright sky of Yancheng County, only the sun shone on the earth, the cheers of the crowd gradually dispersed, all the people were nostalgic for the moment just now, even Lu Xiyue, who was like a goddess, also glanced at it lightly.

The goddess dissipated, and I don't know who left behind the shadow, which attracted their attention.

Chen Chen also saw the phantom, but in his mind, the phantom was exactly the same as Lu Xiyue's figure, she was the person in the painting, and the person in the painting was her.

As Sang Qianchuan saw, they were all the figures they each liked.

Looking at a dream from afar, looking at the sky up close, I thought it was the most beautiful existence, but I haven't seen enough of it, so that the nostalgic people are disappointed, and the touched people regret it, only a sigh, telling a pity.

At that moment, they forgot to take pictures, and those reporters also did not make a move, regretting that they were lonely, and they were in turmoil one after another in all corners.

"Delicate as spring, flowers fall into the red dust. The sun whispered, who didn't ask? Where did the goddess come from, it is suspected that it is nine days away. Suddenly remember the past, and the smoke will eventually disappear......"

The fat man Tian Xiong studied ancient poems very much, he didn't pause at all, he already had a long line of poetry, and his sensibility showed the scenes in front of him.

Like a goddess like spring, suddenly falling into the red dust, in the sun-drenched earth, everyone is in a trance, where does this goddess come from, as if it is not a character in the real world, when they want to see the face again, only to see the goddess who bows her head and ponders, has disappeared.

They regretted, with regret, Tian Xiong replaced the scene with a spring dream, but the ending was still not perfect, he saw the goddess as a green bamboo, full of spirituality.

But bamboo is bamboo, and after the goddess leaves, there is nothing left behind.

But I have to admit that the sensibility of Tian Xiong's poems has reached the point of being superb, especially in such a short period of time, he came easily, without a single breakpoint, only by feeling, I don't know when, a long chapter has been written.

"Yes, it's a good work." Zhang Bohan looked at the fat man Tian Xiong, and he discovered a fact, it turned out that the fat man's body was not only filled with straw bales, but also real knowledge.

Ye Sheng also glanced at Tian Xiong, but there was no expression on his face, I don't know if it was a compliment or Tian Xiong's writing, in short, Ye Sheng didn't comment, and the other only woman, Shui Qinglong, just smiled and didn't express her opinion.

It seems that they are still looking forward to Chen Chen's creation, they want to know what kind of poetry Chen Chen will write, especially the expectation in Ye Sheng's eyes, he has already competed with Chen Chen a few months ago, and he understood at that time that Chen Chen is not inferior to himself at all in terms of poetry.

"The wind and rain send spring back, and the snow welcomes spring. It is already a cliff with a hundred feet of ice, and there are still flowers and branches.

Pretty doesn't compete for spring, only reports spring. When the mountains were full of flowers, she laughed in the bushes. ”

Chen Chen did it in one go, this "Yongmei" is very in line with the characteristics of Sang Qianchuan, and the word "she" is more obvious, especially in sentence formation, which is obviously a big grade higher than what Tian Xiong wrote.

"Yours is yours." Ye Sheng did not hesitate to be praised, and being able to be praised by the empire as the post-Li Bai was undoubtedly the highest reward.

Chen Chen scratched the bridge of his nose, and did not deny that for him, these are his works, and of course he will copy them without scruples.

Gathering the energy of the whole world and winning a smile for him, Chen Chen suddenly felt that it was too much of a fuss, but he knew that this was not good, but he still did it, because in the future, he would also use his fame to spread the classic book, and now, he just had a good start and showed his charm.

This time, the competition is still Chen Chen, the young people of Yancheng County really can't sit still this time, not only them, but even most of the audience below can't sit down, because in the game in Yancheng County, most of the local talents in Yancheng County are below, seeing that Yancheng County loses again and again, they have no way to be anxious, only to yell.

The crowd riot is about to stop.

I saw Sang Qianchuan shouting, and everyone fell silent.

You must know that this competition, the chairman of the empire is also watching and watching, how can they disturb today's big event, Yancheng County, even if they lose, they must be like heroes who stand up to the sky, they would rather lose standing than give up without face.

"Yancheng County, come on."

"Yancheng County, come on."

"Yancheng County, come on......"

“……”

They each roared, only with their own strength to shout, desperately shouting for their hometown in Yancheng County, of course, Chenmeng and "Let's Rain" were no exception to shouting for Chen Chen, but in the shouting of the crowd in Yancheng County, they were already drowned.

The voice gradually stopped, and Sang Qianchuan's words once again gave them hope, this time the game will be ten levels, that is to say, there are still seven levels to determine the real victory or defeat.

In the next seven levels, as long as Chen Chen can't continue to win, Yancheng County will definitely turn defeat into victory and hold the victory in his own hands.

Resolutely can't let him win, if Chen Chen wants to win, only win three more levels, it will be Yancheng County's failure.

"It seems that Master Sang Qianchuan still cares about Yancheng County, I thought that he, like Master Luo Yi Mingzi, wanted to make the people of Yancheng County lose completely." Wen Tingxin's heart relaxed a little, but when she saw that delicate and handsome calm face, her heart bleed again.

In the past few days, she really can't eat and sleep well, everything is because of Chen Chen, his disappearance makes her very sad and blamed herself, fortunately, she heard Chen Chen's news, and she also knew that Chen Chen was the famous god-level figure.

"I want Yancheng County to win, but why, there is always a voice saying to me, I hope you win."

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