Mo Fei got on the examination platform, the gongs and drums were beaten, and the timer began.

Wen Penyun has ten poems in half an hour, and for Mo Fei, ten poems in half an hour is more than enough.

After the scroll was brought up, Mo Fei glanced at it and chanted directly: "You don't see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns." …… Life must be full of joy...... the first poem is "Will Enter the Wine", Li Bai's eternal swan song, heroic and free.

On the stands, Ye Lingzhu next to Yan Xinchen puffed out his mouth and muttered: "This demon is so fast every time." ”

"What's every time?"

Hearing Yun Yao ask like this, Yan Xinchen was also very curious, Ye Lingzhu flattened his mouth and said, "Since the selection of Canghai Academy, he has been writing poems so fast every time. Even ...... The last time the Gongyuan was selected, I was obviously delirious, but the result was ...... After taking the exam in the Gongyuan for a while, I handed in the papers. In this way, he also passed the selection. It's weird, how did he do it? ”

Ye Lingzhu chattered and complained.

Yan Xinchen pursed his lips and smiled, looking at Mo Fei.

All along, Mo Fei has given her the impression of being indifferent and carefree, and she doesn't care about the world. Therefore, when Mo Fei suddenly recited such a heroic poem, Yan Xinchen was a little surprised, he didn't expect that Mo Fei would have such an unknown side.

Then, be silent, taste the charm of the poem.

Suddenly fell into the realm of Mo Fei's poetry. With the end of Mo Fei's "Will Enter the Wine", Yan Xinchen sighed: As soon as this poem came out, the rest of the poems about drinking were all wasted.

Mo Fei's first poem blurted out without thinking and recited extremely quickly. Just when everyone thought that his second poem might slow down, Mo Fei spoke directly: "...... Don't let people praise the color, only leave the air full of goodness. ”

The poem "Momei" is recited sonorously and powerfully, and the high wind and bright section are fully displayed in the tone, which is obviously different from the tone of "Will Enter the Wine" just now. However, the standard of this poem has not declined.

The second poem is followed by the third: "...... If the country lives and dies for profit, will it not be avoided because of good and evil? ......" The third poem came out, and on the high platform, Wen Biyun and Yun Yi sighed together, even if they only did these three poems, it was enough to compare with them. However, now only a little time has passed.

Three poems in a row, as always, of high quality and high standard. However, Mo Fei was not satisfied, his mind was spinning rapidly, thinking about various poems in the depths of his memory, and the speed of chanting unconsciously became faster.

“…… There is a confidant in the sea, and the end of the world is like a neighbor. At this time, everyone's feelings have entered the parting feeling with Mo Fei's endless poetry.

Could it be that the voice rose again, an inspirational verse: "...... The road is long, I will go up and down and seek. The tone of everyone's feelings changed directly with Mo Fei's voice.

The speed of chanting poetry is getting faster and faster, and everyone is still on the side scenery of "the desert is lonely and the smoke is straight, and the sun sets over the long river", and suddenly they are in the beautiful scenery of the south of the Yangtze River of "480 temples in the Southern Dynasty, how many buildings are in the smoke and rain". Just now, I was still in the bloody battlefield of "drunk and lying on the battlefield, and a few people fought in ancient times", and I went to the amorous lament of "the wind and dust are exhausted, and I am tired of combing my hair day and night".

Each poem allows everyone to immerse themselves in the poem, accompanied by a subdued and frustrated tone, the emotions are unpredictable, and everyone listens to it as if they were fascinated.

“…… Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers. ”

Before everyone could react, they had already answered the question bank. At this time, the deacon holding the scroll panicked, but he didn't expect that after a hundred years, someone finally answered through the question bank.

It was difficult to suppress the excitement in his heart, and the deacon did not dare to delay Mo Fei to compose a poem, so he didn't have time to seriously pack up the scroll, threw it aside, and quickly took the scroll in the hand of another deacon.

This...... Still human? Writing poetry is like spitting, so easily answering the question bank, and the stands suddenly boiled.

On the high platform, Ye Gongshu and the emperor and others were delighted, while the people of Qin and Han looked solemn.

Seeing the expressions of everyone, the master who copied them was a little nervous for no reason, they did not copy the poems together, but one person and one sentence. But even if one person copied one sentence and several masters and twelve poems, he still felt a little tired. This kind of speed is too fast, and more importantly, they are still full of horror at this time.

Although they have been masters for a long time, they have read all the poems and books, and they have been able to control their emotions properly. However, in the face of such a genius as Mo Fei, in the face of these eternal poems, they are still full of shock. At this time, Mo Fei on the high platform really admired the five-body throwing to the ground.

Then, the second scroll opened, Mo Fei glanced at it, and directly chanted: "If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan." ......" is full of grief.

“…… Life is a lover, and this hatred is not about the wind and the moon. ......" gentle words, sighing parting.

The two somber poems actually caused tears in the stands.

“…… All of them want to fly, and want to go to the blue sky and catch the bright moon. ……”

Fourteen poems. At this time, on the high platform, Mrs. An suddenly said helplessly: "This is the record of the Confucian saints back then. ”

Silence, deathly silence, can only be heard Mo Fei continue to chant there: "...... The first horseshoe of the spring breeze is urgent, and you can see all the Chang'an flowers in one day"

At this time, Mo Fei's speed has not slowed down, and the level of poetry is still at a high level.

……

“…… After the floating clouds parted, the water flowed for ten years. ……”

On the stands, someone suddenly counted his fingers and said sharply: "The question bank has been answered again, how is it possible?" ”

Ye Gongshu, You Zaifu and others stood up "poof", and Ye Gongshu shouted: "Hurry, hurry up and prepare for the question." ”

"Yes."

When the deacon saw Ye Gongshu shouting in person, he panicked in his hands, and directly threw the scroll just now on the ground, and fell down when he ran over to pick up the scroll. However, he didn't feel the pain, and crawled over to catch the scroll.

“…… Since ancient times, it has been sad to part, and it is even more Nakan, and it has neglected the Qingqiu Festival. ”

At this time, the audience was frightened, Ye Chen, Leng Futong, Li Zhi, Yun Yi, Wen Biyun, Han Wenyuan and others watched powerlessly as Mo Fei was reciting poems on the high platform. The handkerchief in Yan Xinchen's hand didn't know how many dead knots had been twisted.

If you say that the most calm people in the audience, I am afraid that only Yaya and Li Yanqi are the only ones, one is expressionless, and the other has long expected such a look.

"Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, one string and one pillar Si Hua Nian. ……”

At this time, half an hour is approaching, and Mo Fei has already chanted twenty-nine poems, and finally ended up in "Sleepwalking in the Sky and Leaving Farewell": "An Neng broke his eyebrows and bent his waist to deal with the powerful, which made me unhappy." The word fell, and the public examination ended.

At this time, the master who copied the transcription squeezed his slightly sour hand and trembled uncontrollably. Tired is tired, but being able to transcribe such excellent poems, even if they are tired, they are willing.

Half an hour had come, and the deacon had finished chanting the poem, but the deacon was stunned.

Mo Fei coughed slightly, and the deacon suddenly realized, and then hurriedly beat the gong and drum, shouting, "The hour has come." ”

Everyone was stunned.

This day's next meeting, for Mo Fei, is too simple and too rough. Answering through two question banks, half an hour, composing thirty poems, and still under the watchful eye. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would never have believed that there was such a genius in the world.

What is this concept?

Those talented people sighed and shook their heads, they didn't expect that at the next meeting, Mo Fei's victory would be so devastating, so that others would not even have the courage to fight again.

Everyone understands that this Tianxia meeting finally became Mo Fei's sermon meeting. After today, I am afraid that when people talk about poetry, they can't help but talk about today's events.

Whether it was a Qin person or a Han person, the moment Mo Fei stepped off the examination platform, a bad feeling arose in his heart. Wendao has always been a weak Tang Dynasty, but he is afraid of ...... It's going to rise in Zhongzhou at this meeting!

After Mo Fei stepped off the examination platform, everyone looked at him adoringly. Those talented people of the Qin and Han dynasties were afraid to avoid them, for fear that they would show their gloom under the aura of Mo Fei.

Ay...... From now on, among the younger generation, who can match its literary brilliance?

"He looks like he's only eighteen, right?"

“……”

In the stands, I don't know who muttered.