The audience was silent, and everyone was speechless in shock.

Five? Looking at this posture, can you really treat writing poetry as if you were pulling a turnip, you can pull out a few if you want, and you don't need to use your brain?

No one could have predicted that after Xiahou Ba chanted four songs in a row, there would be people who would dare to come out and shout, so that the first round of fighting poems of the Linglong Banquet would reach such an exaggerated level.

Including Xiahouba, everyone stared at He Yan in amazement, seeing how he fulfilled his promises.

He Yan was full of spring breeze, "How can we, the Confucian disciples who have no distractions, lose to half-hearted half-heartedness?" Listen to me! ”

When Xiahou Ba heard this, his expression changed drastically. He was keenly alert and vaguely aware that there was another mystery in He Yan's words, which seemed to be not only aimed at him, but also satirizing Ren Zhen's Confucian sword initiate.

With a smile on his face, He Yan began his performance.

Behind the curtain, Ren Zhen sat sideways by the dining table, holding his cheek with one hand and playing with the jade cup with the other, his eyes piercing the outside of the tent, his mind running rapidly.

"Under the premise of limited content, no one in the world can compose five poems on the spot. These poems read by He Yan must have been written in advance. He is not like me, he has traveled through time, has a wealth of knowledge from his previous life, and he is not fond of swords, why did he prepare so many poems about swords? ”

Ren Zhen fell into deep thought. He didn't believe that He Yan was really a genius like no other. Judging from the other party's smug expression just now, there must be some famous hall hidden in it.

"If you come prepared, don't you...... He already knew the topic and prepared in advance? ”

Thinking of this possibility, his eyes lit up, "The person who presided over the Linglong banquet was Dr. Taixue, who was responsible for tonight's question, if he wanted to take care of the disciples of Taixue, it would be reasonable to leak the question to He Yan in advance." In this way, the protégé will be in the limelight, and the Taixue will also be glorious. ”

At this point, Ren Zhen suddenly became enlightened and gradually deduced the truth of the matter.

"If in previous years, the chief examiner of the court examination was served by a famous Confucian in the capital, those people were old and sophisticated, and they were too deeply involved in the powerful forces, and it was easy to dredge the joints, so the candidates could not do anything to the exquisite banquet and bear the risk of being ruthlessly debunked in the future."

Ren Zhen's thoughts turned sharply, staring at He Yan who was gushing endlessly, his eyes were bright.

"But this year is different, the Xiling Party can see the situation clearly, and I am afraid that I will guess that I am going to cultivate party henchmen and will not sell them face. Therefore, they want to use the exquisite banquet to promote the talent and fame of their protégés in advance, and when the time comes, I will not dare to ignore the public opinion and let these people fall off the list. ”

Yang Dezu and He Yan are both from Taixue, and Taixue is headed by Yuan Baimei, so behind Taixue is actually the Xiling Party. In the face of such a cold topic as Yongjian, they showed a posture of being in their chests, and obviously they had already colluded to act in this scene.

Xiahou Ba made his position clear just now, not only did not scare He Yan away, but also let the other party see the opportunity to stand up to Xiahouba, wanting to defeat Xiahou Ba, and taking the opportunity to prove that they are Confucian orthodoxy, and the Water Blowing Party is just a "half-hearted half-hanger".

The idea is a good idea, but unfortunately, it was used a little too hastily.

After figuring out all the joints, Ren Zhen turned sideways to look at Cui Mingjiu, who looked anxious, and encouraged: "With the teacher here, I will never lose tonight." Isn't it just six poems, wrapped around me! ”

"Really?" Cui Mingjiu was skeptical.

After all, it is six poems, and many of the talented people present have not even written a single poem, Ren Zhen spit out so many splendid poems in one go, and will make six more poems next, is this really realistic?

Ren Zhen smiled: "Don't panic, just remember it carefully." ”

After that, he began to teach poetry to Cui Mingjiu.

During the banquet, He Yan looked forward to Shenfei, chanting poems with emotion, and was annoyed in his heart.

As Ren Zhen expected, after receiving the topic leaked by Taixue, he gathered the elders in the family overnight, racked his brains to write a total of ten poems, and struggled to memorize them.

He had thought that with the abundant inventory on hand, he would be victorious tonight, and he would climb two or three floors in one breath and look down on the heroes. Who would have thought that someone could write four songs in a row, forcing him to be forced to show up and pour out five songs, before he could climb to the next level.

Knowing this, he didn't care about worrying about revealing his stuffing, and he was definitely sharp at the beginning and went upstairs first.

Now it is good that the remaining five poems have been abandoned, after all, the next climber will have to write six in a row, and even if there is no one to match him, he still lacks one, and he wants to go to the next level.

It was not easy to recite the five poems, he thought about it and read it one sentence at a time, and when he finished reading it completely, the work of half a pillar of incense had passed. In the curtain on the other side, Cui Mingjiu is also racing against time to recite poems.

He Yan wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned to look at Xiahou Ba, his eyes were full of provocation, "After five poems, luck is better than Brother Xiahou." I'm guessing you're not convinced, right? ”

Xiahouba's face was grim, but he couldn't refute it, and secretly prayed in his heart, Teacher Cai, you must not exhaust Jiang Lang's talents, we can't lose this battle!

He Yan sneered: "Let's devote ourselves to studying the sage book!" Confucian sword initiates, to put it bluntly, they are not good at studying, and Blowing Water Hou can do it, do you think that you are also a genius like him? ”

These words are not only complimenting Ren Zhen, but also not delaying and belittling Confucian sword practitioners, they want to warn all Confucian students not to be deceived by Ren Zhen's proposition, which can be described as vicious.

Xiahou Ba sneered, "What do you have to be angry?" People who never practice swords can write five sword poems in a row. I suspect that you are a rebellious remnant of the sword, and you have always been a thief and dare not disclose your identity! ”

"You ......" He Yan was angry, and said in a cold voice: "Right and wrong have their own opinions, I don't mess with you." If you're not convinced, make six poems! ”

Xiahou Ba was speechless.

He Yan's cries still echoed in the tower.

At this time, Cui Mingjiu stepped out and replied, "What do you have to be angry?" Isn't it just six poems, let's be with you tonight! ”

The arrogant expression on He Yan's face suddenly froze, and he looked at Cui Mingjiu who came with a negative hand, not knowing what to do.

Xiahou Ba breathed a sigh of relief, so excited that he almost burst into tears, teacher, you are so awesome!

Everyone stared at the room, shocked and speechless.

He Yan's Taixue orthodoxy, and Ren Zhen's Confucian sword practitioners, the two sides started a head-to-head confrontation with the help of fighting poems, and the climax was repeated, climbing to six consecutive poems, which can be called the most exquisite banquet in the past!

Cui Mingjiu glanced at him coldly, for fear that the verses he had memorized would suddenly be forgotten, so he didn't dare to argue with He Yan anymore, so he recited it directly.

"In the past, there was a beautiful woman Gongsun, and a sword weapon moved the Quartet......"

"Ten years of sharpening a sword, the frost blade has never tried ......"

"The ancient sword is cold and dim, casting thousands of ......"

"Swords are hard to get, and it's hard to meet ......"

"The spirit sword has been in the year box, who is the high ...... in the clouds"

"Zhao Keman, Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, sassy like a meteor......"

Cui Mingjiu closed his eyes and groaned, his voice continued, this last song "Chivalrous Journey" is not only written with a sword, but also with the pride of a swordsman between the lines. Fighting with the sword, let the chivalrous be angry, its spirit is full, every word seems to contain sharp sword energy, shocking people's hearts!

Ren Zhen's favorite is this song, and when Cui Mingjiu heard this song just now, he was also deeply intoxicated by its heroic artistic conception. This is exactly the spiritual realm that countless sword cultivators have pursued all their lives.

"Idle over the letter tomb drink, take off the sword and ...... before kneeling"

Just as he was wandering among them and indulging in a long chant, someone in the banquet next to him got erect and rebuked loudly: "You didn't write this poem!" ”