If you hurt people with a secret arrow at the Tang Dynasty Cultural Conference, once you are discovered, Leng Wuhuan will definitely be ruined. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

However, there was a little fluke in his heart.

Although there were masters of the world such as Zhou Han, Liang Chunqiu, and Tao Gufu present at the literary meeting, as long as they succeeded, they could get rid of future troubles forever.

Here, it is overcrowded and mixed, and it will not be easily spotted. If they succeed and the raw rice is ripe, they will have to worry about the face of the Leng family, and they can only turn a blind eye.

After a moment of cold thought, he had already picked up the third piece of rice paper.

On the stands, Leng Wuhuan pinched the flying knife and looked at the examination platform. The more calm he was, the more angry he became.

Since he made this deal with that person, even if something happened, he would not ignore it.

Thinking like this in Leng Wuhuan in his heart, he felt that he had no fear, and his true qi was running in his hands, and the flying knife was flipped, facing Mo Fei.

Suddenly, there was a coldness and murderous aura from behind him. However, this murderous aura did not come from one person, as if there were three killing intents, locking him at the same time.

Among them, there was a strong murderous aura, which actually imprisoned him, and he couldn't move in the slightest. Leng Wuhuan was shocked in his heart, cold sweat oozed from his face, he understood that as long as he acted rashly at this moment, this murderous aura was enough to kill him. Turning his neck with difficulty to look around, Leng Wuhuan swallowed his saliva nervously, unwilling to put down the flying knife.

The flying knife was hidden in the cuff, and the murderous aura was far away in an instant. In an instant, Leng Wuhuan felt like he had walked away from the ghost gate, prostration, his body relaxed, and he took a long breath.

"Cough-" Suddenly, there was a smell of blood in his throat, and Leng Wuhuan raised his head in horror, he was originally an eight-vein martial artist, who was it? With just a murderous aura, it can hurt people invisibly.

……

At the scene of the cultural meeting, the surface was calm, but in fact the waves were turbulent.

But that didn't affect Mo Fei. In the past, Mo Fei was very disgusted with participating in the cultural meeting.

In his opinion, even if he wins the top spot in the literary association, it is only a false name, and there is no real profit. On the contrary, he let himself be bound to his talent and name, and he couldn't do what he wanted. In the future, invitations to various literary and poetry meetings will also come one after another, and they will be annoying.

It's just that the development of a series of things made him realize that whether it is the current second prince, or the two behemoths of the royal family and the Leng family in the future, he needs to have enough power and reputation to be able to fight.

It must be that if there is divine help.

On rice paper:

"September 9th Memories of Shandong Brothers": Alone in a Foreign Land for a Stranger ,......"

"Homecoming Doll Book": The Elder Who Left Home at a Young Age Returns to ,......"

""Fengqiao Night Park": The rain falls and the sky is full of frost,......"

……

The pause between each poem is only a moment, and at this time, whether in the stands or on the high platform, everyone cranes their necks to look at Mo Fei.

Half an hour passed, and among the ten people, only Leng Futong had finished the third question, but he had already finished six poems.

Half an hour, six poems, what is this concept? Absolutely unprecedented.

The mood of the crowd changed from excitement, to shock, to fear, and now to numbness.

The other nine people on the examination platform were looking at Mo Fei with the corner of their eyes while typing the questions, and they were very surprised to see him so fast. But after all, they are also young geniuses, knowing that they were disturbed by Mo Fei, they adjusted their mentality in time and began to compose poems without distraction.

It is not a book case with his head bowed and buried himself in answering questions.

Perhaps because of the speed, those who were already numb began to wonder in their hearts. If it's one or two songs, they still believe it, but it's possible to write it like this without thinking? Is there really such a genius in the world?

There was a man next to him who spoke the Shaanxi dialect and muttered: "Why don't you want to do this at all?" You say...... Is there such a day that someone can (awesomely) come? ”

At this time, the students didn't care about their vulgar words, and chimed in: "Speed...... It's too fast. But...... The result is not to see who is fast and who is slow, the quality of the poem is the most important thing. ”

Someone else is saying, "Oh! I'm not optimistic about him. After all, it was the first time to participate in the cultural meeting, but I was afraid of him...... I don't understand this inner doorway, thinking that if he writes more and writes fast, he will be able to get the top spot. Still is...... Too young. ”

It's so fast that it's staggering.

If it's a gel pen, you can write a few more songs, and the brush writes, and the speed is naturally slow. If you let other people know that Mo Fei thinks like this in her heart, she will definitely be tempted to whip him with his shoes, and he will be embarrassed? One hour, twelve poems, haven't you pretended to be enough?

"Boom! Boom! Boom! ”

The gongs and drums sounded, and the public examination ended.

Ten people stopped their pens and walked off the examination platform.

These ten talented people walked off the examination platform with a calm, not arrogant and impatient face, and everyone who watched it was really angry.

Especially when I saw Mo Fei, I saw that he looked calm and cold, with an inky black robe, leisurely and unhurried. The students' faces were calm, and their hearts were roaring, and there was such a person who could pretend to be forced among the famous talents, which made everyone feel really powerless.

……

The deacon carried the exam paper to the high platform. At this time, the three deans and the four virtuous kings also began to be worried.

"Wizard! Wizards ......, what a genius! ”

Next to Zheng Du, the examiner selected by the Gongyuan before, holding Mo Fei's stack of rice paper, was overjoyed, and couldn't help but admire: "This time the world will meet, our Datang finally has hope, there is hope!" ”

When everyone heard this, they rushed up and separated the twelve pieces of rice paper in the examiner's hand. Some didn't get it, so they leaned their heads together and peeked with their eyes.

The examiners nodded with relish while tasting it. Zheng Du smirked vigorously beside him, as if the poem was written by himself.

Seeing this, the four people at the top couldn't wait to come down and take the test paper handed by the examiner.

When I read the poem for the first time, I was happy in my eyes, and the more I read it, the more light I saw in my eyes. Twelve poems, the first capital is a fine product, these poems, once circulated, must be famous in Zhongzhou, spread through the ages.

"An hour! ...... is only eighteen years old, how is this, how is it possible? ”

When everyone heard this, their faces froze and their hearts were shocked.

Some examiners had tears in their eyes, and their lips trembled and said: "Yes, finally, this time the world will meet, and our Datang finally has its own confidence." ”

Everyone nodded, Datang has not produced this kind of genius for many years, although Leng Futong is a young talent among the younger generation of Datang, he is a leader. But looking at Zhongzhou, compared to the few demonic geniuses in Qin and Han, it is slightly insufficient. Li Yixing and others are even more dwarfed.

But at the moment, Mo Fei let them see the hope of Datang Wendao. If Datang can win the top spot at this meeting, the resentment and grievances in the hearts of these people can be released at one time.

These abnormal behaviors of these examiners fell exactly in the eyes of everyone in the stands.

Today, there is neither a master or a son who reads poetry and reiterates with affection, nor a bored person who lies down soundly asleep. Everyone was clear-eyed and eagerly waiting, waiting for the results to be announced, for fear that if they were not careful, they would miss a major event.

……

Mo Fei stepped down from the examination platform and stood beside Yaya.

Behind Yaya, half of his head poked out of his head, and a childish voice: "Big brother." ”

Mo Fei looked at Banyuan, and said with a gentle face: "How is Miao Miao?" ”

Banyuan pointed to Miao Miao next to him, and said with a smile on his eyebrows: "It's much better." Clamour! You see it's alive and kicking right now. Hehe...... hesitated after speaking, grabbed his hair, leaned up and whispered, "Big brother, I just ...... Sneak over there, you see, it's the guy with the knife in his hand. But...... I don't know why, he put the knife away again. ”

Banyuan pursed his mouth and gestured to Leng Wuhuan, Mo Fei looked at Leng Wuhuan and blinked, and said with a smile: "Hmm, I know." ”