Looking at the mountains from afar,

Hear the water silently.

Spring flowers are still there,

People are not surprised when they come.

"This poem is simply amazing."

"This poem accompanies this painting, which is too neat."

"It's a shame, it's really unseemly."

"Oh my God, this is the poem written by that gentleman in Yangzhou Mansion?"

"I didn't expect this young master to have such talent?"

After reading Liu Fan's inscription, the surrounding people suddenly exclaimed, after Yu Ning'er carefully read the poem a few times, and then looked at Liu Fan, her eyes flashed with brilliance, not only her, Liu Fei, Liu Na, Chu Minghui, He Qingming, Bai Yutang, Xu Xiaofeng, and even all the members of the Red Sleeve Building and the Shujian Alliance were also shocked by the poems.

"Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful." Just when everyone was amazed by Liu Fan's poems, Qihong on the side presided over the exit comment: "Liu Gongzi's poem is exquisite, not only suitable for the situation, but also set off the painting, and what is even more rare is that the content of this poem is profound and beautiful, and it will be widely circulated in the future."

Everyone, all the words in Liu Gongzi's poem correspond to each other, far to near, to see and listen, mountains to water, there is to nothing, color to sound, spring goes to people, and flowers are still not surprised by birds. This poem is elegant and profound, the artistic conception is far-reaching, and the scenery in the painting is vividly displayed in a few words. ”

When Xu Xiaofeng's painting was completed before, the host of Qihong just praised a "wonderful", and now as soon as Liu Fan's inscription came out, the host of Qihong praised three "wonderful" in a row, which clearly means that Liu Fan has completed the challenge, if he really recognizes Liu Fan's inscription, then the book sword league will lose, thinking of this, He Qingming glanced at Xu Xiaofeng:

"Brother Xu, you are the creator of this painting, Master Qihong has finished commenting, now it's your turn to comment, you have to evaluate it."

When He Qingming said that he had a good evaluation, he quietly threw a look at Xu Xiaofeng, signaling him to belittle Liu Fan's inscription during the evaluation. After Qihong and Xu Xiaofeng all approve the inscription, the Red Sleeves Building can be considered a winner.

Now that the host of Qihong has recognized Liu Fan's inscription, then only Xu Xiaofeng himself is left, as long as Xu Xiaofeng says that Liu Fan's inscription does not fit the artistic conception in the painting, then the host of Qihong has recognized the poem in vain, and when the result is judged, it can only be determined that the Red Sleeve Building failed, although this move is a little disgraceful, but He Qingming can no longer take care of it.

Although Xu Xiaofeng received He Qingming's hint, although Xu Xiaofeng also hoped that the Shujian League would win, but when he saw the four lines of inscription next to the painting, his face showed a trace of struggle, and after holding his breath for a moment, he said slowly to everyone: "Poetry and painting are interconnected, and they complement each other." The clumsy inscription of Liu Gongzi is a blessing in the next. ”

"Xu Xiaofeng, you ......"

Hearing that Xu Xiaofeng openly recognized Liu Fan, He Qingming was immediately angry and annoyed, but Xu Xiaofeng's words had already been spoken, and he couldn't take it back at the moment, although he was not angry in his heart, He Qingming had to accept this result.

"Since Xu Gongzi has no objection, then Lao Wei will announce this first competition, and the winner is Red Sleeve Building."

After Qihong presided over the announcement of the victory of the Red Sleeve Building, a burst of cheers suddenly sounded in the Red Sleeve Building's camp, and the faces of Yu Ning'er, Liu Fei, and Liu Na were also full of joy. When the Red Sleeve Building was cheering, the Shujian League was silent, He Qingming glared at Xu Xiaofeng, who was carefully storing the paintings, and then the second competition was about to be held.

Because we lost the first game, this second game is crucial. Originally, He Qingming wanted to play in the second game, but in order to save this game, he decided to invite Bai Yutang to play in the second game. When Bai Yutang stood in the forefront, He Qingming looked at the other side with a sneer:

"The first scene is painting, so let's compare this second scene to poetry. We sent Bai Xiucai to compete, and you also chose one person to fight. Originally, I wanted the two sides to write poems on each other's topics, but since Qihong personally acted as the referee, in order to show fairness, we asked Qihong to preside over the questions, and the contestants on both sides composed poems on the spot. ”

Speaking of this, He Qingming turned to look at the host of Qihong, and said with a respectful face: "The host of Qihong is a monk who is more proficient in all kinds of Confucian classics, so please ask the host master to come up with a question for us, and the contestants on both sides will compose poems on the spot according to the title of the host master, and a stick of incense will be used for a limited time, and finally ask the host master to judge the winner for us." ”

"Amitabha, since Gongzi He is in love, then the old man is not welcome." Qihong presided over the answer, then glanced around, and after a little thought, he laughed softly: "Now that all the talents are gathered at the foot of this Hanshan Temple, Lao Qu will use this Hanshan Temple as a topic, and ask the candidates on both sides to write a poem on the spot." ”

"Hanshan Temple? It's not a good poem. ”

"Master Qihong has a problem."

"To compose poems in Hanshan Temple, you have to have a stick of incense within a limited time, which is difficult."

"He Qingming, this guy is a little scheming, and he actually sent Bai Yutang to compose poems."

"Well, this time it's Bai Yutang who is fighting, and it seems that this game is going to be won."

"On the surface, the rules proposed by the Phantom Sword Alliance are very fair, but in fact, the Phantom Sword League has formulated a strategy in advance every time, they say that they are better than what, and the people of the Red Sleeve Building can only passively face the battle, for example, if they want to compare painting, they will send Xu Xiaofeng, who is proficient in painting, to send Xu Xiaofeng, who is proficient in painting, to fight if they want to compare to poetry, and the Red Sleeve Building can only send people to meet the battle, so this seemingly fair rule is not just at all."

When the voice of Qihong fell, there was a burst of discussion among the surrounding crowd, everyone watched the excitement and fought for the red sleeve building, hearing the disdain in everyone's tone, the scholars of the Shujian League blushed a little, bowed their heads and said nothing, even He Qingming was a little embarrassed, standing in place and laughing dryly.

After listening to the exam questions hosted by Qi Hong, everyone at the scene was thinking about the poems, Yu Ning'er frowned slightly, Chu Minghui looked pensive, Xu Xiaofeng raised his head and thought, He Qingming closed his eyes and meditated, they silently created a few lines of poetry, but after a little groaning, they all felt dissatisfied, it is not difficult to compose poetry, it is not difficult to respond to the situation, it is difficult to make verses in a stick of incense.

When the surrounding crowd sighed that this exam question was more difficult to answer, Bai Yutang walked to the front with both hands upright, at this time the incense candle was only burning a third, he came to the side of the desk, glanced at Yu Ning'er, Liu Fei, and Liu Na opposite, and pondered for a while, he picked up the problem on the pen stand, and wrote a poem from the paper:

Painting the boat at night in Hanshan Temple,

I don't believe that Jiang Feng has a guest worry.

Twenty-eight moth eyebrows and double phoenixes blowing,

The sky is full of bright moons, farewell to Suzhou.

"Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, good poetry, good words, good artistic conception." praised three sentences of "wonderful" in a row, and then praised three sentences of "good" in a row, and after speaking, Qihong presided over a series of appreciative comments: "Bai Gongzi's poem is very vivid, and it outlines a picture scroll with only a few words.

The painting boat given by the emperor is moored in the lake at night, everyone gathers at the foot of Hanshan Temple in Jiangqiao Village at this time, I don't believe that there will be guests who are worried about accommodation, those sixteen-year-old girls on the opposite side are enjoying the bright moon in the sky, but Bai Gongzi is going to leave Suzhou when the bright moon is shining. ”

"The host master said well, I am indeed going to leave Suzhou tonight, this poem happened to be sent under the feeling, I didn't expect to be praised by the host master, I dare not be ashamed." After listening to Qi Hong's comments, Bai Yutang made a gesture towards Qi Hong, and then stood aside with a humble face, waiting for the person opposite to fight.

"This poem is really appropriate."

"Host Qihong's evaluation of this poem is too high."

"Bai Xiucai can become a poem in seven steps, and it really deserves its reputation."

"This game of the Book Sword League took the lead in becoming a poem, and it has already won the game."

"Even if the two sides write poems of the same level, Bai Xiucai has already won."

"At the moment, no one in the Red Sleeves Building has yet to fight, and it seems that they haven't come up with a good poem yet."

Listening to the surrounding discussions, Yu Ning'er showed a trace of anxiety. In fact, she had already come up with a poem just now, but just as she was about to step forward to write, Bai Yutang finished writing it first, and when she saw the poems created by Bai Yutang, she immediately dispelled her thoughts, because she found that Bai Yutang's poems were a cut above her own.

Turning around and glancing at the sisters behind her, Yu Ning'er sighed secretly, she not only admired Bai Yutang's poetic talent, but also blamed herself for her carelessness before, she had already known that He Qingming secretly asked for foreign aid, but she didn't take Xu Xiaofeng and Bai Yutang in her eyes, thinking that she could defeat each other.

But after these two rounds of competition, Yu Ning'er finally saw the strength of Xu Xiaofeng and Bai Yutang, and finally realized that the second talent in Jiangsu and Zhejiang County was worthy of his name, and carefully studied Bai Yutang's poems.

At this time, more than half of the incense candles have been burned, and a bell rang in the direction of Hanshan Temple, the bell is simple and cleanses people's hearts. When the people on the shore heard the bell, a sense of peace and tranquility rose in their hearts, which was the bell for the monks in the temple to end their evening classes, and every time the bell passed, Hanshan Temple closed the mountain gate to thank guests.

Seeing that the time was getting later and later, and she still hadn't come up with a poem comparable to Bai Yutang, Yu Ning'er shook her head helplessly, just when she took two steps and was about to publicly admit defeat in front of everyone, suddenly, Liu Fan walked to the side of the case again, and he picked up the brush and wrote a poem.

After writing, Liu Fan threw the brush, put on a move that he thought was more handsome, and then turned around and left without looking back, the whole process was also chic and crisp, after Liu Fan returned to the camp of the Red Sleeve Building, the people around the audience came around, and when everyone walked to the side of the case, after reading the poems created by Liu Fan, the scene was instantly silent.

The moon falls and the sky is full of frost,

Jiang Feng's fisherman was sleepy.

Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City,

Midnight bell to the passenger ship.

As soon as this poem came out, the Shujian League, which was originally cheering, suddenly fell silent, Qihong was reading the poem carefully, Bai Yutang's face showed a trace of shock, Yu Ning'er, Liu Fei, Liu Na, Chu Minghui, Xu Xiaofeng and others were stunned, and He Qingming's face immediately became pale after reading Liu Fan's poem.