Soon, more than a dozen people went up one after another, wrote their own poems on the table, but the level was not as good as the previous madman, not only could not win fame, but attracted the ridicule of others, made a disgraced face, and retreated.

The poems of these dozen people, none of which could be selected for hanging, were all treated as waste paper, directly crumpled, and thrown into the paper basket on the side.

About a stick of incense, there was another person who looked like a businessman from outside the city, and wrote a beautiful poem, which was quite meaningful, although it was not as good as the [beautiful words] made by the raunchy madman, but it was also catchy, so it was selected and hung on the second floor.

The out-of-town merchant was overjoyed.

The unkempt maniac snorted coldly, and said directly and unabashedly: "Be with you, and practice my Song Qingfei's [beautiful words] ......"

The businessman was stunned for a moment, and his face became embarrassed.

It's all a vignette.

After a while, more than 20 people were eliminated from poetry.

Lin Qiushui, the chief of Hanshan Academy, stood up, smiled slightly, came to the table with a proud expression, picked up the pen, and wrote in a dragon and phoenix dance.

Many people's eyes fell on the table.

The literary name of the chief disciple of Hanshan Academy still has some strength.

But seeing Lin Qiushui write on the paper: "The mountains are surrounded by the old city, and the rain hits Chang'an and is lonely." The old moon in the east of the smoke weaving, and the high wall in the middle of the night. After writing, he smiled slightly, full of force, and without waiting for the mother Sang who commented on the poem to speak, he walked straight towards the selected table.

"Good poetry. ”

There is no woman's text in the whole text, but she writes her daughter's thoughts on the paper, and Senior Brother Lin's poetry skills are already perfect. ”

"Haha, as soon as this poem comes out, it must be the leader of the night. Timely and appropriate. ”

There was a sound of praise around him, and the other disciples of Hanshan Academy took on the role of praise very well and praised it.

Li Mu does not have a deep knowledge of poetry, nor does he have a deep understanding of the history of Chang'an City, but it can be roughly seen that this poem is indeed good, and the chief of the academy still has skills.

Sure enough, the result of the poem review was that the poem was selected.

Lin Qiushui was complacent.

At this moment, a sneer sounded, and Liu Muyang, the chief of Fengming Academy, stood up and said, "But Er'er." He strode to the table, picked up the pen and wrote, it is a poem with a completely different style, saying: The door of the courtyard is closed in the middle of the lonely night, and the beauties stand side by side in the moon. Talking about boudoir affairs with lust, the maid did not dare to speak in front of her.

As soon as the poem came out, the scholars of Fengming Academy cheered loudly first, and their consciousness was no weaker than that of the people in Hanshan Academy before, and there were also some people around who were praising loudly.

This is a poem [Moon and a Half Beauty Poem], full of pictures, different from Lin Qiushui's poem that does not mention a female character but writes his daughter's thoughts, Liu Muyang's poem is a clear banner of the beautiful woman standing under the moon, and the lovesick state of wanting to talk about things is vividly described.

Two poems, two styles.

After Liu Muyang finished writing, he glanced at Lin Qiushui with a smile and provocatively, and walked directly towards the selected seat.

Sure enough, after that, Mama Sang announced the results of the poem evaluation, and this poem was also selected.

After that, there were dozens of people, successively offered poems, but the level is really uneven, the flowers on the third floor of the pavilion want to accommodate everyone, and they didn't even participate in the poetry review, it was Wen Shengzhai's mother Sang, made a selection, and reluctantly selected five poems, which were temporarily selected and hung up.

This is because the madman called Song Qingfei, and the poems of Lin Qiushui and Liu Muyang after that, raised the overall level of tonight, and it is considered to be a pearl in the front, and it is indeed a good writing, and the later people, even if they play at a super level, it is difficult to satisfy the audience, especially Wen Shengzhai's mother Sang, who is a beauty with very good poetry skills, and the poetry evaluation is naturally extremely fair, and some people who still want to give it a try dare not go up to offer ugliness again.

In the end, ten poems should have been selected and made it to the finals, but only nine were selected, and there was no one without poems to be selected.

The scene was a little quiet.

"Childe, why don't you write a poem and show your talent?" Zheng Cunjian intentionally or unintentionally 'instigated' Li Mu and said: "With Childe's talent, he will definitely win the championship in one fell swoop, and don't let these local chickens and dogs be proud." ”

When he said this, his voice was not small.

Immediately, many people in the hall heard it and turned their heads to look at it.

Sang, the mother who had been told by Bai Xuan before, looked at Li Mu's body, walked over with a smile, and said, "Why doesn't the son show Shihua?" She is kind and kind of reminder, with Bai Xuan's advice before, even if Li Mu can't write any good poems, he can barely be shortlisted, fill this last place, and quietly give Li Mu a face.

But others don't think so.

The scholars of Fengming Academy and Hanshan Academy first laughed and coaxed.

"Since you're here, I'll give you a chance to compose poetry on stage. Lin Qiushui gloated.

Liu Muyang also squinted his eyes and said: "Yes, little guy, give you a chance to show yourself, hehe, don't worry, even if you write poorly, no one will laugh at you, because no one expects you, haha!"

Again, this caused a lot of laughter.

Many people are waiting to see Li Mu's liveliness, and some people sympathize with him, poor little guy, unlucky tonight, he actually provoked the scholars of the two major academies, and it is destined to become a joke tonight.

And the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Martial Arts Pavilion, who were at the same table with Li Mu and the others, slapped the table and laughed without concealing their gloating.

Li Mu's face was calm, and he nodded to that mother Sang, and said, "It's okay, there are no tigers in the mountains, and the monkey is called the king...... It's also good to write a poem and come to town. ”

He walked straight to the table.

At this moment, the laughter around him stopped.

Many eyes were on Li Mu, but they didn't expect this poor sour boy to really dare to compose poems on stage, and he dared to say such arrogant words.

Lin Qiushui and Liu Muyang were both stunned for a moment, and then snorted coldly.

And the raunchy madman Song Qingfei looked disdainful, he was the most unaccustomed to it, and others were even crazier than him.

Only Zheng Cunjian was curious in his heart, what kind of poems would he write this time, who was called an abandoned son of the prefect Li Gang, who was called a golden scale.

Under the gaze of countless eyes, Li Mu raised his pen and wrote.

On the earth, when primary school and junior high school, students are required to practice calligraphy, Li Mu's calligraphy is a foundation, and follow the old god stick to do things everywhere on weekdays, many things, is the need to write with a brush, Li Mu's hand, writing is extremely good, has been praised by the old god stick, although the text in this world is not the same as the earth, but it is generally similar, so Li Mu adapted, the handwriting is also quite good.

The first sentence he wrote on the paper was, 'There are beautiful women in Chang'an.' ’

As soon as this sentence came out, there was a burst of laughter around them, Lin Qiushui, Liu Muyang and Song Qingfei were all contemptuous, such a superficial sentence that was almost the same as the vernacular, ten readers could write it, it was simply difficult to get into the hall of elegance, at this level, it was really vulnerable.

The mother Sang, who proposed that Li Mu write a poem, also had a look of disappointment on her face, and secretly said in her heart that she had made a mistake, and she shouldn't have made such a proposal, but let this teenager wait to be embarrassed on stage.

However, when Li Mu's second sentence was written, most of the laughter in the audience disappeared immediately.

He wrote: peerless and independent.

As soon as this sentence came out, it seemed to have a magical magic, and all of a sudden, it made the previous straightforward and simple words full of meaning and taste, giving people an infinite emptiness and rich associations, especially the absolute word, as well as the two words independent, which are the most exquisite.

Then Li Mu continued to write: A look at the city......

Lin Qiushui, Liu Muyang and Song Qingfei, the expressions on their faces suddenly became solemn.

The better the writing, the more you can appreciate the charm of the three sentences that have been written.

At this time, all the laughter in the hall had disappeared.

Li Mu finished writing the next sentence unhurriedly: Take care of the country again......

Then, there is the last sentence: I would rather not know the city and the country, and the beauty is hard to get.

After writing, Li Mu did not follow the example of the previous few people, throwing the pen on the ground, but gently put the pen on the pen stand, smiled at the extremely commenting mother Sang who was completely stunned next to him, and said, "Can this beautiful poem be selected?"

"Oh, this ...... Yes, yes, come on, copy the poem quickly, let everyone take a look. The mother who invited Li Mu to write poems on stage immediately overjoyed.

She has already seen that this poem is definitely a famous poem that can be sung all over the world.

Immediately, a maid copied the poem and sent it up to the third floor.

And by this time, in the whole hall, the poem had already spread.

"There are beautiful women in Chang'an, peerless and independent, one cares about the city, and then cares about the country, rather than knowing the city and the country, the beauty is hard to get. ”

This poem is out of the genre, but the meaning is simply like sweet and pure wine, it can be said that the beauty of the beauty is written to the extreme, the beauty of the city and the country, how many people can there be in the world, with such words, no matter which woman is used to describe it, it is enough to make this woman famous all over the world overnight.

This poem is not cumbersome and exquisite, the words are simple and straightforward, but it has a power to move people's hearts, and it is definitely worthy of being sung all over the world, and there is no doubt that it will spread throughout Chang'an City.

And Liu Muyang, Lin Qiushui and Song Qingfei, the expressions on their faces were completely stiff at this time, and they couldn't imagine that this poor sour boy who was ridiculed and despised by them really wrote a famous poem that is enough to sing the world and be famous for centuries, this poem can definitely kill their works in seconds.

Damn, why is this happening?

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