"Good poetry, handed down to the world..."

"Ahem..."

An old man stood up and praised Su Luo's poetry. The old man who was sitting in the old man's seat www.biquge.info frowned, coughed, and the old man's admiration came to an abrupt end.

No one praised Su Luo's poems for being good, because no one wanted to offend Wen Lao and Huang Fuyu on the stage; No one dared to boo Su Luo anymore, because they knew that they would not be able to do such a good work.

Seemingly simple words, they are powerful when organized. 'Who knows that Chinese food is hard work? A torture question tortured the hearts of all the students present. Those who can go to the Taixue Academy of Literature, their families are either rich or expensive, and they are used to living a life of clothes and food to open their mouths, and at this moment Su Luo's poems are a torture for them.

No student is stupid enough to refute Su Luo, once he refutes Su Luo's poems, even if everyone supports him in their hearts, they will count him down, this is the righteousness.

"Good!"

After all, there are still people who are not afraid of the majesty of Wen Lao, and for them, Su Tianyou is the person they are afraid of. It was the students of the Martial Academy, and the students of the Martial Arts Academy came to see Taixue Jiumei, but they didn't expect to encounter such a spiritual thing.

The students of the Martial Academy, except for some sons and daughters from rich families like Li Er, most of them were born in poverty. Su Luo's poem can be said to say that their hearts are on the road, and they are practicing martial arts in the martial arts academy, for what? In order to let the old father and mother who are looked down upon as farmers be able to live a life of superiority.

They have been farming all their lives, but in the end they are poor and unable to survive.

'Who knows that Chinese food is hard work? Ten simple words, each word tells the bitterness of their hearts.

"When did Sero have such a literary style?"

Li Muxue looked at Su Luo standing on the stage with a surprised expression, her face full of incredulity.

"Sulo is always so magical."

Lu Ruoyao was full of confidence in Su Luo, perhaps because Su Luo had saved her before.

"Hmph~ He has such a hard heart, how can he make a compassionate poem." Mu Chan'er is a person who has seen Su Luo's methods in the martial arts arena.

Li Muxue was stunned for a moment, turned her head to look at Tie Le'er and said, "Could it be a poem written by Uncle Tie, he took it out and read it?" ”

Tie Le'er shook his head, in his memory, Tie Yunsheng had never written this kind of poem.

"Why don't you believe him? You know him best. ”

Su Yue interjected on the side, and a simple sentence hit Li Muxue and Tie Le'er's hearts like a hammer.

It seems that Tie Le'er has never given Su Luo a good face since Su Luo entered the mansion, let alone believed in Su Luo. always felt that Su Luo was a hillbilly, but what Su Luo showed had surpassed the boundaries of a hillbilly, and even surpassed the children of many wealthy nobles.

Li Muxue and Tie Le'er glanced at each other, and at the same time chose to be silent.

"Next, I would like to ask Mr. Li to come up with a question."

The host on the stage was stunned when he saw everyone stunned on the spot, he would not go to praise Su Luo, because he would not offend the literary tycoon in order to help Su Luo get justice. The only thing that can be done is to get the matter in the dark as it gets.

"Since Li Qi, Pan Shiyu, Huang Fuyu... Sue..."

"Su Luo."

Su Luo bowed slightly and saluted to Li Lao.

Li Lao had some apologies for Su Luo, but Wen Lao covered the sky with one hand in the Academy, and he didn't want to offend Wen Lao.

"The four of you stand out in the first question of the word 'agriculture', and the next question is made by Li."

Li Lao's voice landed, Li Qi and Pan Shiyu both came to the stage, and the four of them stood on the high platform. There were four excellent works on the topic of the word 'agriculture', and the students in the audience thought that no one could surpass the four on the stage, so the four won.

In fact, Li Lao acquiesced to Su Luo standing on the stage, which was equivalent to supporting Su Luo, but he could only go so far.

Li Lao came to the stage and wrote two big characters with a splash of ink.

"Singing Beast!"

This topic is not difficult, but it is obviously a bit nondescript to come up with this kind of topic on such an occasion. However, this simple question is the best time to test the real material of students.

When Pan Shiyu saw the topic of 'Yong Beast', the corners of his mouth hooked up a light smile, and he looked confident.

"Senior Pan is smiling, he must already have a gully in his chest, why don't you take the lead?"

The host Sun Xuexue is also a person with color, and when he saw that Pan Shiyu seemed to have made a poem, he hurriedly spoke.

Pan Shiyu held the folding fan in his hand, took a few steps forward, and said in a deep voice.

"Snowclaw's eyes are scarce in the world,

Ferris is waiting for the vibration sweater.

Yu people don't sneer,

Unwilling plain Asakusa flies. ”

Pan Shiyu uses the eagle to solve the problem, the eagle is the best choice to solve the problem, the spirit of the eagle is what people like, the eagle spreads its wings and is indomitable. The spirit of the eagle is worshipped.

Pan Shiyu's poem made Li Qi's eyes light up, and he didn't wait for the host to take a roll call, and stepped forward to speak.

"Frost over the sea at dusk,

Dry weeds.

Juntong Division,

Yan Feng Wu Fu Officer.

The evil eyes are hidden in the bees,

The heart is rough and the things are gone.

Recently greasy feet,

It may be difficult to expel them. ”

is also Yongying, Li Qi took advantage of Pan Shiyu's breakthrough to make a poem in one fell swoop. Although Li Qi is a little tricky, this poem is on par with Pan Shiyu. For a time, the two eagles fought, and the male and female fought.

There is no first in the text, and there is no second in the martial arts. The elders don't judge, and no one can say which of these two poems is better.

Pan Shiyu glared at Li Qi fiercely, he couldn't count on the position of the head of the meeting, but the second place was always a little better than the third place. Li Qi's hand made Pan Shiyu very annoyed.

The corners of Huang Fuyu's mouth hooked up a light smile, glanced at Su Luo unexpectedly, and then stepped forward.

Seeing Huang Fuyu stepping forward, Pan Shiyu and Li Qi had no choice but to retreat.

Li Qi comfortably arched his hand to Pan Shiyu, and Pan Shiyu snorted coldly in response.

"You and I laughed together,

I am afraid of the sound of rain boats.

When the heavens and the earth are cloudy,

All of them and branches and leaves are fresh.

The black kite pecks the mussel and hurts the pearl,

The turtle's back is lightly scorched. ”

When Huang Fuyu was composing poetry, he glanced at Su Luo intentionally or unintentionally.

"Shameless!"

Tie Le'er, who was sitting in the audience, looked angry, and after Lu Ruoyao's explanation, Li Muxue also looked at Huang Fuyu with an angry face.

Anyone who knows a little bit of poetry can hear that Huang Fuyu's poem is scolding the turtle and secretly ridiculing Su Luo as a turtle.

When Wen Lao heard this poem, the corners of his mouth rose, and the other elders repulsed each other.

The students in the audience burst into laughter again.

The students of the Martial Arts Academy, Li Muxue and the others looked at Huang Fuyu with indignant expressions.

"Is it my turn?"

Su Luo suddenly showed a shy face, which made the host Sun students a little uncomfortable. Huang Fuyu saw that he was sarcastic about Su Luo, but Su Luo didn't respond, and glanced at Su Luo with disdain.

"Please!"

Sun Xuexue made a gesture of please, signaling that Su Luo could start.

In the laughter of the students in the audience, the corners of Su Luo's mouth hooked a light smile.

Su Luo spoke, his voice was slow, but full of power.

"Sitting alone in the pond is like a tiger,

Nourish the spirit under the shade trees.

I don't speak first when spring comes,

Which insect dares to make a sound? ”