Fang Yan stepped forward and said in the direction of many experts: "It just so happens that many Dr. Wen, who are rich in learning, are here, please be the referee for this battle." ”

Wu Zhi nodded. Previously, the cousin of the True Martial Arts Academy had made them extremely disappointed, but the little security guard who accidentally killed them made them more interested in this fight.

The rules of this world are generally best-of-three battles. For the sake of fairness, three questions are presented in each of the three games, one question for each challenger, the challenged and the referee, and the two contestants conceive and compose poems within a limited time. After the poem is written, the referee will judge the superior according to the poem's feelings, literary style, philosophy, artistic conception, etc. The winner of two out of three sets becomes the ultimate winner.

In the higher-end literary fight, the judgment is based on the spiritual energy contained in the poem and the amount of soul fluctuations.

It is said that the strong soul power released by advanced literary practitioners can form colorful and magnificent visions, and the infectious power of the poems will also transcend the words themselves and directly act on the viewer's soul world, so that they can obtain an indescribable spiritual baptism.

Huo Zongtang first saluted the expert referee who stood up and said: "I have just entered the way of literature, and I have no soul superpower, this time I will only test the superiority of the poem itself, I don't know if it is okay?" ”

The referee was a doctor of literature specializing in modern poetry, surnamed Qin. After hearing this, he nodded and said, "It's okay to go back to basics and return to the roots of literature." He turned to Xu Qing and asked, "What do you think?" ”

Xu Qing said expressionlessly: "Anyway, no matter how you fight, I will win." As you see fit. ”

Dr. Qin said: "In this case, I will first ask Huo Zongtang from the True Martial Arts Academy to ask the question. ”

Huo Zongtang also made a student salute to the referee according to the practice of this world. "I saw the autumn flowers in the school, so I took 'flowers' as the theme."

As soon as his topic came out, Dr. Qin sighed in his heart and shook his head secretly. The real martial arts teachers and students behind Huo Zongtang also smiled wryly, looking like they couldn't bear to look at it anymore.

Flowers are a vulgar theme, belonging to the ancient and modern I don't know how many people write bad themes, pearls and jade in front, to write new ideas, how simple to say? Huo Zongtang's question can really be said to have dug a big hole for himself!

You must know that Xu Qing is a high-achieving student from a bronze two-star school after all, even if there is nothing new in terms of ideas and feelings, just comparing the rhetoric and literary brilliance of the text itself is enough to get rid of Huo Zongtang's wild road ten streets!

What's more, the modern short poems they compete with generally end within ten lines. The shorter the length, the stricter the restrictions, and the more difficult it is to create!

No matter how you look at it, Huo Zongtang can't win, it's just another joke for the True Martial Academy!

The matter has come to this point, and even Liu Wu himself has no hope. He only hopes that this joke-like competition will end soon, and he will endure this shame again!

Xu Qing and Fang Yan on the opposite side smiled slightly. That is the pity and mockery of the strong for the weak.

"Time begins! Huo Zongtang of Zhenwu Academy, composing poems for ten minutes! Xu Qing of Guangya Academy, composing poems for five minutes! ”

At the beginning of the competition, Xu Qing's eyes were stunned and he quickly fell into deep thought. I saw that he sometimes bowed his head, sometimes looked up at the sky, his eyes were empty, and his mouth was full of words, obviously he had quickly forgotten the hustle and bustle of the outside world, and immersed himself in the small world of personal poetry.

Under the sun, in the autumn breeze, this handsome young man has a bit of a poet's bearing. Many girls in the True Martial Arts Academy couldn't help but have their eyes lit up, and their faces were inexplicably red. If it weren't for the difference between the enemy and the enemy, I'm afraid they would all scream for him.

On the other hand, Huo Zongtang's side is a different look. As soon as the referee gave the order, he took out a small packet of garden ginseng from his pocket, put a few pieces of ginseng in his mouth, and chewed it slowly.

The students of the True Martial Arts Academy were about to shatter their glasses. This kid, what the hell is he doing! Do you think it's taking advantage of the cool weather to enjoy a picnic in the suburbs?

Many people covered their eyes and couldn't stand it anymore.

At this time, Xu Qing's body moved, and his eyes returned to a normal look. "It's done."

"Ah, so fast, less than five minutes!" Everyone was amazed, and their hearts were even heavier.

Xu Qing had a smile on his face, but walked towards the gate of the True Martial Academy. In the curious and surprised eyes of everyone, he Shi Shiran walked in front of a tall and beautiful female student.

"Ah, isn't that the first-grade flower and the top student Yu Suying? What is he going to do? ”

The students of the True Martial Arts Academy seemed to have guessed something, and the faces of the boys became ugly. The girls' expressions are very complicated, some are expectant, some are jealous, and more are gloomy.

Yu Suying looked at Xu Qing standing in front of her, and her breathing couldn't help but feel a little tight. His eyes were deep, his smile was meaningful, and it seemed as if something good was about to happen. She couldn't help but raise her head, and there was a moving look in her eyes.

Xu Qing is good-looking, talented, and a top student of a prestigious school, and has a good family background. For girls who are just starting to fall in love, such a person is the best dream lover no matter which angle you look at!

Xu Qing opened his mouth: "Please allow me to dedicate this poem to you, the most beautiful one of the flowers." ”

As he spoke, he ignored the sword-like gaze around him and recited softly:

Spring is a river

Your incense swims like an ethereal fish

Beautiful colors drill into the pupils

A flock of dazzling butterflies flies out

Youth blooms

Your seventeen-year-old red lips

It was one of the most beautiful flowers of spring

……

His voice was very good, with the softness of a teenager, and a little magnetism when a young man changed his voice. When a poem was sung, the crowd fell silent. Yu Suying, who was standing in front of him, was full of spring heart.

"Your seventeen-year-old red lips are the most beautiful one in spring! I'm going, is he going to pick this flower? This is a class flower that openly seduces us! ”

"Nima's seventeen-year-old red lips, Nima's most beautiful spring flower, dare to soak our grade flowers in public, looking for death!"

"You look at Yu Suying's way, it is obvious that he has provoked affection!"

"The flower won't be deceived by his poem, right, did that guy deceive her feelings with his spiritual superpower!"

The boys' hearts were on fire, and they couldn't wait to rush out and beat Xu Qing one by one.

The girls had different expressions. At this moment, Xu Qing only has Yu Suying in her eyes, and they have become the background of her "most beautiful flower", and she is inevitably jealous and disappointed.

In the crowd, a girl with an ordinary appearance and a short stature kept staring at Xu Qing, and the gaze in her eyes was very hot.

She held a gift tightly in her hand, which recorded her affection for Xu Qing since junior high school - she was a classmate of Xu Qing's junior high school, and she had a crush on him for several years.

But she only took a step and was squeezed back by the crazy girls. There were many bold girls who tried to appear in Xu Qing's sight, and she was squeezed to the end.

And from beginning to end, Xu Qing didn't look at her. From junior high school to now, it has been like this.

The girl clutched the gift in her hand tightly and looked down at her toes, tears silently streaming down her face.