The topics in the following meeting are not limited to one style, covering politics, people's livelihood, economy, etc., for students, if they want to get the top spot, they must have very rich experience and extensive knowledge. The questions you get in this round are mainly narrated and reasonable.

The first of these poems is a poem on the theme of landscape and pastoral life.

Mo Fei wrote directly: "Autumn Dusk in the Mountain House": After the new rain in the empty mountain, the weather is late in autumn. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring stone is upstream. ……”

On the stands, seeing that Mo Fei directly wrote poems, the talents of the Tang Dynasty have become numb and unaccustomed to it. But those talented people of Qin and Han have never seen Mo Fei's perversion, and when they saw him write directly, they made an uproar, and suddenly sounded in the stands.

"I didn't look dazzled! Yunyi: They haven't started writing yet! How did he get started? ”

"Could it be on purpose? Write so quickly, and then submit the paper in advance, even if you fall into the first place, there will be an excuse to shirk. Gee...... This Tang man is also treacherous. ”

"Shhhh It's not that you don't know, Tang Guo's Wendao is just like that. He is also self-aware, knowing that even if he is promoted to the top ten, he will lose to Yunyi of our Confucian Academy, so why bother to humiliate himself. ”

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Behind the two talented men of the Han Kingdom who spoke, Li Qingqing and Zhang Jingmo sat not far away. Hearing the muttering of the two people, Li Qingqing grinded his teeth "Zheng Zheng", his two eyes turned slyly, and Zhang Jingmo, who was eating chestnuts on the side, shuddered, and moved his butt to the side.

Then, Li Qingqing took out a slingshot from his waist and snatched the chestnut from Zhang Jingmo's hand.

"Hey...... Green. Zhang Jingmo saw that the chestnuts in his hand were snatched away, and turned his head to look at Li Qingqing.

Li Qingqing leaned back on the minibus and glared at him. Zhang Jingmerse shrank his neck, knowing that he couldn't provoke this little witch, he looked at the fried chestnuts with a reluctant face, and said with a dry smile: "Here you are, here you are." ”

As he spoke, he turned his face to look at the condensation cream on the exam table. If he hadn't looked like a dog, he would really be regarded as an obscene embryo. Even Zhang Taiyi, who was not far away, looked at his unproductive appearance, and was so angry that he blew his beard and glared.

After snatching the chestnut from Zhang Jingmo's hand, he cocked the corners of his mouth, aimed at the slingshot, and fired.

"Boom."

The chestnuts passed through the layers of the crowd, brushed through everyone's black hair, and with a hint of cool breeze, they smashed on the heads of the two people with lightning speed.

"Ah...... Who? ”

One of the two bared his teeth and covered his head and shouted, and quickly turned around, only to see everyone sitting behind him solemnly, looking intently at the examination platform. And Li Qingqing looked up at the blue sky and pretended to be pensive.

"Who?" The man stood up and looked back.

At this time, the people behind were dissatisfied: "Huh! You're so rude, get out of the way, get out of the way, get out of the way. ”

"That's right, you're from Han, right? How can you do that! "Being able to step on the faces of other people, these people will naturally not hesitate to speak.

When the two men saw that the crowd was angry, they knew that they had committed the wrath of the crowd, and sat down in a sneer. As soon as the buttocks touched the seat, there was a "boom" sound, and a chestnut fell in front of him, and his head hurt.

The two turned around in an instant, Li Qingqing hadn't put away the slingshot yet, and it was easy for them to see it. But in front of her, the genius of the Tang Dynasty showed the spiritual strength of the Tang people to unite and unite as one, and turned sideways with a smoke, completely enveloping Li Qingqing behind him.

Just kidding, mocking the top of our Datang Literary Club, smashing the heads of the two of you is a matter of course.

The two realized the problem and were indignant in their hearts, but they could only admit it.

After a while, Mo Fei on the examination platform had finished writing the first poem and started the second poem.

"Yongliu": Jasper is made into a tree high, and ten thousand green silk ribbons hang down. I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors. ”

Leng Futong and the others saw that Mo Fei had written a poem as always, and shook his head with a sigh, but fortunately, he had been shocked to numbness by the other party before, and he was not too surprised, and after a glance, he gathered his mentality and answered the question seriously.

And Yun Yi and others from Qin and Han looked at Mo Fei in disbelief. If it is just a poem, you don't need to think about it and write it directly, which is very possible in the case of a spring of ideas and sufficient inspiration.

However, the second poem is also like this, which is a bit weird no matter how you look at it.

If they really have such talent, they don't believe it in their hearts. But if that's not the case, that's ...... He's just answering nonsense?

Most of these talented people have such ideas.

Only Yan Xinchen looked at Mo Fei, her eyes were solemn, she and Yun Yao were the only two female students who entered the top ten in the Qin Kingdom. Because Mrs. An had very high expectations for them, after coming to Chang'an, she stayed in the Sifang Pavilion and did not go out.

During this time, in addition to reading through the poems of talented people such as Yunyi and Leng Futong in the Han and Tang dynasties, she spent more time reciting Mo Fei's poems. As the first talented woman in the world, in the Great Qin Wenhui, she ranks second among the talented people of the Qin State, and her vision is naturally unique.

These days, after reading all of Mo Fei's poems, Yan Xinchen discovered something that shocked her even more. That is, in the poems with various styles, each one is perfect and flawless. So much so that when she wanted to try to change it, she didn't know where to start. Those poems, even if they were not hastily composed at the literary meeting, are all works that can be famous in history.

Therefore, even if it is not fast at the moment, she does not believe that the other party will be perfunctory. Merely...... This kind of speed is really incredible, is there really such a genius in the world? Just like Wenqu Xing, for poetry and songs, it is easy to come by, and the first song is shocking.

Yan Xinchen looked at Mo Fei's gaze with doubt, surprise and appreciation.

Behind her, Pei Jiannan and Han Wenyuan had gloomy faces, and a cold eye hit Mo Fei's body.

On the high platform, the old You Zai's father, with his hands on the chair, kept trembling, and stared at Mo Fei with cloudy eyes. Mrs. An, Uncle Tailing, and Uncle Ram were also shocked by Mo Fei's speed, but after all, these people are masters in the literary world, with rich life experience, and they are surprised in their hearts, but they don't show it on their faces.

The specific situation will have to wait and see.

Just as everyone's minds were flipping, Mo Fei had already achieved the fifth poem, but this speed did not slow down with the difficulty of the topic. Rather, at the same speed, at a very fast, painstaking speed, he went straight back to the tenth question.

"Title West Forest Wall": Horizontally, it is a peak on the side of the ridge, and the height is different from far and near. I don't know the true face of Lushan, only because I am in this mountain. ”

All ten questions have been completed, and the pen has to be closed. At this point, there is still half an hour before the end of the formula.

Half an hour in ancient times is an hour in modern times, and it would be too tiring to stand on the exam platform for an hour. Therefore, it is necessary to call the examiner directly and hand in the papers.

As soon as this move came out. There was an instant restlessness in the field, not only the people of Qin and Han were restless, but even the Tang people began to be restless. At the previous Tang Dynasty Cultural Conference, Mo Fei's speed really shocked everyone, and to a certain extent, he gained the reputation of a genius.

However, in the Tianxia Meeting, Mo Fei's body carries the humiliation of Datang Wendao in the past 40 years, and carries the ideals and hopes in the hearts of Datang scribes. At first, seeing his speed, everyone thought that he would re-examine it later. Unexpectedly, he didn't think about it, and handed in the paper directly after answering the question, which was inevitable...... It's too sloppy too.

Fast is fast, no matter how you look at it, it feels a little imprudent.

On the high platform, Ye Gongshu, Xianwang, Ou Yezi, Leng Feng and others frowned, in their opinion, although Mo Fei's poems have been perfected, according to Mo Fei's strength, they should be able to write better and more perfect poems. It's so casual, and it's really worrying.

The poems he wrote before are, in the eyes of others, of course, considered to be first-class masterpieces in the world. But Mo Fei is not worried that he will not be able to make excellent poems in the future, in fact, from the beginning to the present, the poems he has made may be mixed with some top poems, but more eternal swan songs, he has retained.

Wait until the top three and the battle for the top spot, these eternal swan songs will be thrown out by him.

Mo Fei raised his hand to signal, Zhu Ziyou came over to collect the papers, worried in his heart, and when he looked at Mo Fei, he deliberately asked: "Once the exam paper is handed in, it cannot be withdrawn, are you sure to hand in the paper now?" ”

The meaning of this sentence is obvious, that is, I hope that Mo Fei can think about it more and think about it more. Mo Fei understood the connotation, but since these poems were all poems, he really couldn't change them, so he responded: "Sure." ”

Zhu Ziyou was unhappy when he saw that the other party insisted on handing over the papers, glared at Mo Fei, and then looked at the rice paper.