Only one day later, Xia Xiaodong received an invitation to Wendou.

The people who came to invite the battle were colorful, and at first glance they were from the Northern Xia.

Xia Xiaodong agreed.

Always go and see what happens. If you squeeze the three bamboo sticks in your hand, it is impossible to enter the top 20.

Wendou is really civilized.

There was only one table in the room, and behind it was a middle-aged grandmother with six rectangular wooden boxes.

The wooden boxes are all the same size, they are made of huanghuali, and they look a little old.

"Grandma Chen is good." Colorful is still quite polite to the grandma behind the table, obviously not the first time to come back.

"Hello Miss Tang." Grandma Chen replied without humility or arrogance, and turned to Xia Xiaodong: "This girl is new." ”

"Grandma Chen, my surname is Xia." Xia Xiaodong is also very polite. Somehow, this Grandma Chen reminded Xia Xiaodong of Mi Shangyi, and there was always a feeling similar to that taught in the palace, and she should not be an ordinary female official.

"Hello Miss Xia." Grandma Chen said unhurriedly: "Since I am a newcomer, I will tell you the rules first." Grandma Chen said as she opened a box in her hand.

The rules are not complicated, there are only two kinds.

In the rectangular box, all of them are enveloped and folded titles. One is to choose one question each. Since the questions are different, it doesn't matter in order, one person will answer and one won't, the one who answers wins, and both of them answer it is a draw.

The other is to choose only one question. Because the question is the same, the answer is written down, and then judged.

As for whether the answer is right or not, who answers better is up to this Grandma Chen.

"Which one do you want to choose?" As the invitee, Xia Xiaodong let the Tang girl make a choice.

Miss Tang had already thought about it, and sneered: "Let's just choose the same topic." ”

Xia Xiaodong shrugged.

Aren't they all the same?

The selected questions are selected by the individual himself, and the same choice question is drawn by Grandma Chen.

Grandma Chen stretched out her right hand and gently stroked it on the box she had just opened. The hand looked a little bigger, but it was well maintained, and it quickly settled in one of them.

The topic is very simple: take the bright moon as the theme, and write a poem.

For girls, the requirements for poems are a bit high, but the popular topic of Mingyue greatly reduces the difficulty.

This luck ...... Xia Xiaodong looked up and almost looked up to the sky and smiled. Although I can't compose poems, I can always recite the 'bright moonlight in front of the bed'.

The Tang girl also raised her head, as if she was looking at the 'bright moon' that didn't exist, and after a while, she realized that her posture was exactly the same as Xia Xiaodong's, and she lowered her head angrily, meditated, and wrote a few sentences.

Xia Xiaodong naturally took the lead, and wrote down the four sentences of silent night thoughts, word for word.

When the volume was handed in, Grandma Chen's eyes changed suddenly, and she squinted slightly at Xia Xiaodong, as if she was reweighing Xia Xiaodong's level.

Poetry is not a thing of ornate rhetoric and a few allusions, but a real master who can use the most ordinary vernacular to write the artistic conception.

Miss Tang's poems are actually okay, but in front of the works of other poets, they are not enough.

"You, you, that...... The first sentence uses the bright moonlight in front of the bed, uh, and the third sentence says, look up at the bright moon, "Miss Tang picked up the bones in her eggs:" There is the word 'moon' in both sentences, but it is...... Poor in words! ”

If you don't use the word month, can you use August 15 instead?

Xia Xiaodong ignored her, and only smiled at Grandma Chen.

The opponent, what do you like, the important thing is the referee.

Grandma Chen's face was straight, and she handed over the two bamboo sticks that she had collected in her hand to Xia Xiaodong.

This means that Xia Xiaodong won.

Miss Tang purred in her throat, not daring to attack Grandma Chen, only staring at the bamboo stick in Xia Xiaodong's hand hatefully, and couldn't reach out to snatch it back. In fact, she had a fair record of winning and losing before, and she always maintained the appearance of having four or five bamboo sticks in her hand.

Just lose this one more, and she's only left with three - that's the base value. Although I knew that I was used to be cannon fodder for temptation, I was still quite unwilling to retreat under such a 'simple' topic.

"I'm ......, let's go there!" Miss Tang was ruthless and took out another bamboo skewer from her sleeve.

Next to it must be the place where the pusher is pushed.

Not to mention playing such a little trick as pushing hands, even if you stage a full martial arts, it is estimated that you will have no problem with all the colorful ones. Xia Xiaodong agreed without hesitation.

But the place where the hand is pushed is busy now.

As on this side, the furnishings in the room are extremely simple, there is only one table, and a grandmother behind the table.

The difference is that there is nothing on the table here, but in the open space in front of the table, a square frame of three zhang square is drawn with white lines, and in the center of the box, there are two parallel short white lines.

"If you push your hands, you will stand behind the white line." Miss Tang pointed to the ground when she entered the door and explained to Xia Xiaodong.

Needless to say, Xia Xiaodong also understands. Now behind the white line, there is one person standing in each of them.

The pheasant feather on one of the heads was thrown around, and it was clearly the Qingyu girl of the Qingning clan, but the other was very raw, quite short, and I don't know if it was four feet tall, but it was almost a head shorter than Qingyu.

The short girl seemed to have practiced a few times, squatting with her feet apart - ugly, ugly, it mattered if she could win, so the game became more and more stable.

It seems that these two have been pushing for a few rounds, and the girls in the self-help array behind them are showing a little anxious.

"For the last time," the grandmother behind the table declared calmly, "if you can't tell the winner, it's a draw." ”

Qing Yu bit her lip and squatted down a little, otherwise her center of gravity would be too high, and she would really suffer. She is not afraid of losing, anyway, she has a lot of bamboo sticks in her hands, but losing to such a short man is unpleasant.

With four hands facing each other, everyone was testing each other at the beginning, and they didn't dare to really contribute—once they really contributed, they had to see the difference. If the strength is empty, it will be dodged forward, and if the strength is small, it may be pushed backwards by the opponent's backhand.

I saw that the short girl's eyes suddenly flashed, and her hands retracted to borrow strength, and she was about to push over. Qing Yu has already seen this trick, how can he be fooled? At the moment, it is just a two-handed response, and it is not really resistant, and when the other party's strength is old, and the old force has been exhausted, the new force has not been born, and it will be pushed out vigorously.

Who knew that the short girl was all empty, and she took the opportunity to withdraw her hands, and flashed the green feather swaying, waving her two hands at her side, as if she was dancing a rope that did not exist.

Fortunately, Qing Yu shook for a long time, and finally stabilized his footsteps and did not move. The short girl sighed - it was a draw.

Behind the table, Grandma smiled, returned the bamboo sticks to the two of them, and stretched out their hands to Xia Xiaodong and Miss Tang, who were in the back: "Your bamboo sticks." ”

(To be continued.) )