Many literati are talented, and it is not uncommon for them to improvise poems on the spot and play spontaneously.

But if someone else proposes a topic, and deliberately comes up with a cold topic, and then thinks of a chapter, the difficulty will explode. If you want to write another well-known article, you can't do it if you are a genius.

In ancient times, Cao Zhi wrote poems in seven steps, responding to his brother's aggressiveness, and praising them for all generations.

After Mo Ranyi read out the title, all the talents present searched their stomachs, racked their brains, and conceived poems in their stomachs, each with a solemn face.

The first question is difficult, and it happens to be in the blind spot of everyone's poetry.

As we all know, the contemporary Northern Tang Dynasty Confucian sword competition, literati Confucian scholars have always disdained the way of the sword, usually chanting poetry against each other, their attention is often not on the sword, more enthusiastic about those wind and snow. Therefore, it is almost impossible to apply the old work.

In this critical occasion of speed competition, there are unpopular questions, and the difficulty can be imagined. The huge and exquisite banquet was silent at this time, everyone was contemplating, and the atmosphere became more and more tense.

Ren Zhen sat peacefully and drank by himself, as if he was out of the way.

Cui Mingjiu didn't understand the way of poetry and literature, and was bored, seeing that the teacher was so comfortable, he couldn't help but ask: "Teacher, have you got a wonderful pen?" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiahou Ba snorted coldly and refuted: "This is what you should ask?" As the chief examiner, how can the teacher fall behind and deign to compete with a group of juniors! ”

He is sleek and sophisticated, and his emotional intelligence is obviously higher than Cui Mingjiu. Although he also wanted to know the answer, he knew that asking such a question would put Ren Zhen in an embarrassing situation.

If you are confident, otherwise, it is tantamount to forcing the teacher to admit that there is not much ink in your belly.

Ren Zhen smiled faintly, did not feel embarrassed, but appreciated Cui Mingjiu's straightforward temperament more, and said: "I am a fellow practitioner of Confucian swords, and I am accompanied by poetry and wine swords all day long, can't I write a few poems about swords?" ”

When Xiahou Ba heard this, his eyes brightened, and he boasted: "As soon as the topic came out, the teacher had already become a poem, worthy of being a Confucian saint, and he was really talented!" ”

Cui Mingjiu frowned slightly, disgusted by Xiahouba's flattering posture, but he was still overjoyed, "Anyway, your identity hasn't been disclosed yet, why don't you chant it through the curtain and let the world marvel at your agile talent!" ”

Ren Zhen smiled and shook his head, "Forget it." ”

Seeing this, Xiahou Ba glanced at Cui Mingjiu deeply, his eyes were mocking, and he said in his heart: "It's really stupid!" The teacher is just bragging for the sake of face, why do you have to expose his lies and make him angry. ”

Cui Mingjiu has a pure heart, how can he have so many ugly thoughts, and was about to speak again, Ren Zhen asked first: "Mo Ranyi grabbed the lantern and has already climbed to the second floor, could it be that in the next round of competition, he will jump from the second floor and be one step ahead of everyone?" ”

Xiahou Ba thought he was diverting the topic, and hurriedly replied, "That's not it." Each round of chanting lasts longer, during which time everyone can stop and rest on their floors. But when the next round begins, everyone has to go back to the first floor just to be fair. ”

Ren Zhen nodded suddenly, thoughtfully, "In order to reduce the trouble of going up and down the stairs, can the participants always stay on the first floor and just let their positions move upwards?" ”

"Of course you can," Xiahou Ba was surprised by his question, "Talented people compete for beauty, just to stand out and become famous, who cares if they can really climb to the top floor?" The feast itself is not important, the important thing is the competition. ”

Ren Zhen was relieved, smiled with his palm, and said, "That's easy to do." It's better to stay with me all the time, I am composing poems behind the scenes, and you come forward to chant poems and go upstairs, how about it? ”

"This ......"

Cui Mingjiu and Xiahou Ba were stunned when they heard this, they didn't expect such a strange proposal.

"It's inconvenient for me to come forward and compete with a group of juniors, but my protégé can't be willing to be behind others and hide behind the scenes and dare not fight, right? If you are a fellow practitioner of Confucianism and swords, you have to show your real talent and learning, not just a vain name, and you can't afford to lose face as a teacher. ”

Ren Zhen spoke seriously, looked at the two of them seriously, quite a teacher's appearance, but he had an acumulus in his heart.

"I'll help these two cheat tonight, make them famous overnight, and take care of them a little more when they take the test, and the world won't have anything to say. After that, the title of master and apprentice became logical, so as not to cause criticism, and people suspected that I was secretly colluding with the two families. ”

Xiahouba understood, the teacher was deliberately promoting himself to establish a prestige for the newly rising water blowing party, and there was no reason to refuse, and said in surprise: "The teacher is willing to fulfill, the students are grateful, and they will definitely ...... in the future."

Ren Zhen interrupted his cliché and said briskly: "That's it." ”

Seeing that Cui Mingjiu was still hesitant, he glared at him fiercely and said, "Xiao Cui, you have to listen well." ”

Cui Mingjiu reacted, hurriedly bowed his head, and listened to the teacher's poem.

"I have the Kunwu sword, and I want to go to the master's court. When the white rainbow cuts the jade, the purple gas dries the star at night. The hibiscus on the hoe moves, and the frost and snow in the box are bright. Yitian holds the country, and draws the land to take the name! ”

Of course, this poem was not written by Ren Zhen, and the author was Li Qiao of the Tang Dynasty. Being in another world, he came at his fingertips without worrying about being discovered by others.

Cui Mingjiu thanked him and praised him sincerely: "This poem is heroic and dry, like a sword out of the sheath, hearty, it is really wonderful!" The teacher is talented, and the students are so impressed! ”

Ren Zhen was praised uncomfortably, and waved his hand, "Don't talk nonsense, let's get out quickly!" ”

Cui Mingjiu turned around, and was about to lift the curtain, and stepped out, his eyes suddenly trembled. At this time, during the banquet outside the venue, someone took the lead and began to chant poetry in public.

That is, the first stairsman to chant poetry has been born. Next, only two songs can be made to be eligible to climb the stairs.

Cui Mingjiu turned around and spread his hands towards Ren Zhen, his frustration overflowing.

"It's not in the way," Ren Zhen said with a smile: "What a teacher is best at is writing poems and lyrics, but it's just one more poem, no problem." If it weren't for that, how dare I let you both come out! ”

Cui Mingjiu was speechless and felt incredulous, "Really? ”

"The sword is out of Kunwu, and the turtle and dragon are pearls. Five essences are first dedicated, and thousands of households compete to fall into the capital. The box is angry and bullfighting, and the mountain is turning. If you want to know how expensive the world is, hold this and ask Fenghu! ”

Ren Zhen's lips opened lightly, spoke eloquently, and casually read out another poem, all in one go, without the slightest stagnation and thinking.

Cui Mingjiu's eyes froze, and his shock was incomprehensible.

If the first poem is Ren Zhen's quick thinking and overnight completion on the spot, then this second poem has no time to brew, except for writing it in advance, Cui Mingjiu can't think of any other possibilities.

Xiahou Ba also felt ashamed at this time.

Just now he was still kicking himself, the teacher obviously couldn't write poetry, but he forced his face and changed the topic, but he didn't expect that the teacher not only exported poetry, but also hid unfathomable talent in his chest.

Now that he believes it, Ren Zhen can really rely on his talent to help the two of them recite poems and climb the stairs at the same time.

Ren Zhen didn't care about this, he just thought he was doing a trivial thing, and while raising his hand to pick up the watermelon, he didn't raise his head and said, "Go, Xiao Cui." ”