Xun Yu was stunned for a moment, standing on the dirt slope and looking at the backs of Luan Yi and the others who walked into the crowd with their heads held high, and in a trance, they actually smelled a little domineering. That is the domineering of the literati...... They also have every reason to be proud of it. Just ask, how many people in the world can be as talented as them, Luan Yi's "Yuan Fu" surpasses the pipe, and is praised as a good medicine for a rich country by the master of scripture; Guo Jiaqi is full of plans, not to mention anything else, the general in the Tiger Prison Pass has to be admired; Although Shan Fu is not famous, his research on military formations and the art of war is incisive, and he has won the three flavors of Sun Tzu; Xi Zhicai has iron mouth and copper teeth, and everything that is dead can be said to be alive...... Coupled with Mao Jue, not to mention his understanding of Lao Zhuang, only that calligraphy and painting can be among the world's masters!

What's more, the eldest of them is only thirteen years old now. Thirteen years old......

"Hey! Wait, I'll wait. Yingchuan Xun Yu Xun Wenruo; Xun Yu Xun Gongda; Cheng Yu and Cheng Zhongde came to visit the Weihe Poetry Club! ”

"What? Talented? Wizard? Talent? Talented? Talent? This is...... Facial features? The five prodigies of Yingchuan? Hearing that Luan Yi and others reported to their homes, the hundreds of students on the field were stunned for a moment, and spontaneously gave Luan Yi and them a direct path to the pavilion. They looked back and forth on their facial features without blinking, their eyes filled with inquiry and reverence.

In the Eastern Han Dynasty, women were not locked in the boudoir all day long like after the Song Dynasty, and their movements were relatively free. When the moon is full, you can also go out to play, and by the way, look for Ruyi Langjun. Therefore, there were many ladies at the poetry meeting that day, and when they heard that their facial features were coming, they couldn't control their excitement and shouted excitedly, "Ah...... Which of them is the genius Luan Ziqi? ”

The female companion next to him replied, "Naturally, the most handsome one!" ”

"But...... The facial features are very handsome, and I can't tell which one is the most handsome! ”

"Divine talent, ghost talent, talent, genius, earth talent, the five senses are the first, and the divine talent Luan Ziqi naturally stands in the first place. Lo and behold, the highest one! The female companion smiled like a flower, pointed to Luan Yi at the front and said.

"Wow! It's him! That's so tall at only twelve years old! ”

"He's past his thirteenth birthday."

"Huh? How do you know he's past his birthday? What day is his birth? ”

"I won't tell you! I finally asked someone to inquire from Yingchuan! ”

"Oh, good sister, tell me! Tell me! ”

"You give me your copy of "Strange Tales from Liao Zhai" signed by Luan Ziqi, and I will tell you!"

As soon as she heard the female companion Lion speak, the girl's face immediately drooped, "Don't think! It was a gift that my father bought for 700,000 yuan and gave it to me, and he would never give it away. If you don't tell me Luan Ziqi's birthday, I will send someone to inquire about it, anyway, when Luan Ziqi arrives in Luoyang, I don't believe that I can't ask about his birthday. Maybe ......"

"Maybe what?"

"Maybe Luan Ziqi will have a good time with me when she sees this girl's beauty!" At this, the girl's face was as red as a monkey's ass.

"It's just you...... It's strange that Luan Ziqi can take a fancy to you! ”

"What's wrong with me?"

"Ugly!"

"You're ugly!"

"Who do you say is ugly?"

Just when the pair of close friends were fighting, Luan Yi and his group of eight people had already come to the pavilion. Luan Fu and the others waited on the periphery.

Luan Yi Shi Ran greeted Wei Ning and Cai Yan, and after informing each other, he ignored Wei Ning, blamed Cai Yan in a mocking tone, and said: "At today's Weihe Poetry Meeting, my sister didn't inform me in advance, so that we almost missed such an elegant event." ”

Cai Yan smiled all over his face, "Brother Yi, what are you talking about?" Zhao Ji saw that you had come all the way yesterday and had a hard time, so she thought of letting you rest for a while, but she didn't call you up. ”

Luan Yi snorted and didn't dwell on this issue. Then he asked: "Talents, dare to ask what is the title of today's poetry meeting?" ”

The moment Wei Zhongdao saw Luan Yi, his pale face became more and more pale, and he coughed, "There is no specific theme, only poems written with autumn scenes." Ziqi is a genius in the world, and he must be quite accomplished in poetry. Why don't you improvise a poem and let me wait for the lucky moment to see the talent? ”

Cai Yan only knew that Luan Yi could write stories called "novels", and he could also write "Yuan Fu", but he had never heard that Luan Yi could write poems. This time, I heard Wei Zhongdao put a high hat on Luan Yi, intending to hold Luan Yi to a very high position, and then criticize and belittle Luan Yi if he can't make poetry of the corresponding level. His heart was suddenly anxious, and he excused himself: "Ziqi just came to visit this time, and he didn't say that he wanted to compose a poem." ”

"Oh!" Wei Zhongdao looked suddenly enlightened, and said loudly: "It turns out that God can't compose poetry!" ”

The onlookers were amazed, "Huh? Luan Ziqi can't even write poetry? ”

Luan Yi smiled. I thought: I really can't write poetry, but I can't write and copy! He didn't care about those rumors, and said with a humble face: "Yi, I'm willing to give it a try!" ”

"Good!" Wei Zhongdao laughed, walked up to Luan Yi, and whispered, "I hope your poems can be as popular as your stories." ”

In Wei Zhongdao's words, he only said that the story written by Luan Yi was popular, but he didn't mention a word of "good". The hostility lies in it. Wei Zhongdao's tone was not good, Luan Yi naturally didn't need to be polite to him, he stared at Wei Zhongdao's eyes and said with a smile: "Only good things will be welcomed by the world!" ”

One sentence choked Wei Zhongdao, "Don't gossip." Ning Xi'er listened to Mr. Ziqi's masterpiece! ”

In his previous life, Luan Yi has always regarded ugly writing as a big regret in his life, and he bought a thick pile of red painting after he became an adult, and practiced it every day. As a result, the red book with Tang and Song poems as the model text was copied over and over again, and the words were not practiced, but the poems were memorized a lot. Which one should you choose? Luan Yi crossed his hands, wrapped his thumbs back and forth, and slowly paced in front of the pavilion, and the people around him held their breath for fear of disturbing him. Cai Yan had a sad face, Guo Jia and the others did have a relaxed face, in their impression, as long as Luan Yi crossed his hands, there was no problem that could not be solved.

As they expected. After a while, Luan Yi's eyes lit up, and he sang: "Penghaomen Lane is absolutely passing, who is singing at night?" Crickets know that autumn is early, and plantains are getting a lot of rain. The heirloom is rich in suicide letters, and the cynicism is drunk. Will Xu be an idiot? One does not damage the peace of heaven. ”

A song of Lu You's "Autumn Xing" blurted out, only to hear everyone present stunned and speechless for a long time.

Guo Jia, Shan Fu and others took the lead in clapping their hands and applauding, "Good poetry." Goodness, great goodness! ”

Only then did the crowd come to their senses, praise loudly, and sigh.

Cai Yan smiled slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Will Xu be an idiot and stubborn?" One does not damage the peace of heaven. The situation and artistic conception are all there, the writing is fluent, and the rhyme is neat, which is a masterpiece that has been handed down to the world. Then his eyes lit up and he praised: "Yi'er, I didn't expect your poems to be so good!" ”

Luan Yi snickered in his heart, but said: "I don't dare to call it 'good', I hope everyone will not dislike it for a while." ”

"How can you dislike it. The poems are indeed beautiful. Someone in the audience responded.

Others said loudly: "I didn't expect the poetry of the gods to be written so quickly and so well!" Five steps into a poem, worthy of the name of the genius! ”

"Five steps into a poem?" Luan Yi couldn't help but be surprised. In the future, there will be a Cao Zhi who will become a poem in seven steps, but he didn't expect that he would be one step ahead of him and come to a five-step poem.

Seeing Luan Yi in the limelight. Wei Zhongdao was shocked at first, and he couldn't imagine that Luan Yi had such a deep attainment in poetry. At the same time, the more brilliant Luan Yi is, the more unfair he is in his heart. He hated, hated that Cai Yan always put this Ziqi junior brother in his mouth on weekdays, and always carried the damn "Liao Zhai" with him, he hated the young and talented person in front of him. He sneered and said, "I'm afraid that God is not a five-step poem, but has been prepared in advance!" After all, for those who love poetry, it is inevitable that some of them will write autumn scenes. It's not impossible to pretend to be casual today! ”

Many of the listeners on the riverside were immediately stunned. I thought to myself, "Yes! I also have works that write autumn scenes, and if I take a good one, I will say that it is a temporary creation, which is also very possible! ”

In fact, it is reasonable for everyone to think like this, after all, in their cognition, it is completely impossible to write a poem in five steps.

Seeing Wei Zhongdao questioning Luan Yi's character. Xi Zhicai was angry and took the lead in retorting, "Wei Gongzi has said this, I'm afraid that he will spend the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain!" ”

"You ......" Wei Zhongdao was angry, pointed at Xi Zhicai and asked, "Who do you say is the villain?" ”

"I said that a gentleman is a villain. Whoever is a gentleman is a villain! "Arguing with Xi Zhicai is pure self-harm. After some words, he not only highlighted Luan Yi as a gentleman, but also belittled Wei Zhongdao's improper thinking. Kill two birds with one stone.

"Humph!" In the middle of the words, Wei Zhongdao was bored, so he no longer paid attention to Xi Zhicai, and asked Luan Yi instead: "Mr. Ziqi, the topic of the poem just now is too big, and it is not capable. Otherwise, I will temporarily propose that if Mr. Ziqi can write poems with titles, he will have to reveal his literary heritage. I don't know Mr. Ziqi, dare or not? ”

"Why don't you dare? Mr. Nakado is even the question! "With 300 Tang poems, I can't write them. For today's poetry meeting, Luan Yi has full certainty!

"That's good!" Wei Zhongdao smiled, lowered his head and pondered what topic to choose in order to stump Luan Yi! Autumn colors, fallen leaves, maple forests, autumn water...... He knew that this kind of ordinary thing was absolutely difficult for Luan Yi, and only by taking the sword off the rails and choosing something that few people paid attention to could it bring a certain degree of difficulty to Luan Yi. Like what...... Wei Zhongdao looked around at the surrounding scenery, trying to find the proposition target, turned around 360 degrees, and finally found something on the other side of the Weishui River. On the other side of the river, the river becomes shallow after the rainy season, forming a puddle that is isolated from the river. Now the puddle has become stagnant water, full of aquatic plants, insects and flies, filthy, and stinking water.

Wei Zhongdao was very excited when he saw this, and thought: I see how you Luan Ziqi writes poems with this stinky pool. Immediately pointed to the other side of the river and said to Luan Yi: "Mr. Ziqi is talented, you might as well use this to compose a poem!" ”

"What?"

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