Outside Qingcheng, there is a Yangchun Pavilion on the shore of Qinglong Lake, and there is a small pavilion on the left and right sides of Yangchun Pavilion to connect with it, and the three pavilions face each other across the lake from the Qinglong Mountain on the opposite side. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

On this day, the sun began to set slowly.

The surroundings of Yangchun Pavilion are already crowded with people, and these onlookers have come here very early, and they are enough to wait. It's just that it won't be long before it is time for Wu Yu, the son of the county order, to make an appointment with a guy named Cao Zhi. It's just that no one noticed that Shen Qinghe, the former richest man in Qingcheng, stood straight in the crowd, his eyes revealing a hot list.

At this moment, there were two gray-haired but energetic old men in the Yangchun Pavilion, who were sitting and drinking tea, and a scholar was standing behind them.

The surrounding crowd looked at the two old men in the pavilion and exclaimed.

"See, it's Qingcheng Shuanghao!"

"Yes, I didn't expect to invite these two old gentlemen over!"

"There's a good show!"

……

These two old men with the surname Sun and the other surnamed Qian are the most famous writers in Qingcheng, and they have always been deeply respected and admired by Qingcheng scholars. Everyone thought to themselves, this time they can invite these two, which is enough to show that today's Wendou will never disappoint everyone, even if it is not exciting.

Suddenly, three carriages slowly drove from the direction of the Qingcheng City Gate, and there were many black-clothed men riding horses and carrying knives behind the carriages.

When driving closer, Wu Yu and two young talents took the lead in walking out of the first carriage slowly. Then, the second carriage also stopped, Hua Fugui smiled and lifted the beaded curtain, and was helped out of the carriage by a large teapot, and behind her came seven or eight beautifully dressed and shy young girls.

These girls are all girls who are full of flowers, and it seems that Hua Fugui pulled them over to cheer for Wu Yu. The rose girl, who had a skin-to-skin relationship with Mo Fei, was also among them, but Lin Xing's figure did not appear.

Strangely, after the third carriage stopped, it did not move. However, the surrounding crowd speculated that the person in the carriage must be Qingcheng Sisha.

Wu Yu nodded to Hua Fugui and asked her to take the girls to rest in the pavilion on the left first, and then she took the two young talents behind her to meet Qingcheng Shuanghao in the Yangchun Pavilion.

"I didn't expect to let the two seniors wait, the juniors are really rude!" Wu Yu said with his fists clenched.

"Wu Gongzi doesn't need to blame himself, it's still a little short of the appointed time, it's the old man and the two who came early!" The old man surnamed Qian in Qingcheng Shuanghao said lightly.

"Having said that, but it is reasonable, after all, you can't let the seniors wait for the juniors, and the juniors are still a little panicked!"

"Hehe... Wu Gongzi's cultivation and conduct are good! This time it was the old man surnamed Sun who answered, and then he glanced at the two young people behind Wu Yu, and said strangely: "These two are—"

The two people behind Wu Yu also hurriedly stepped forward and saluted at this time, and said respectfully:

"Junior, Marven, meet the two gentlemen!"

"Junior, Wei Xian, meet the two gentlemen!"

"Oh!" The old man surnamed Sun's eyes lit up, and said with a pleasant face: "It turned out to be the two of you!" The old man has heard that the talents of the younger generation in Qingcheng are now the most famous! After the township test was held in Liangzhou a few days ago, there have been rumors in the market that if nothing else, the first place Xie Yuan will fall between the two of you...... Moreover, some of your poems, the old man has also read, quite literary. ”

"The seniors are overrated, the juniors are panicked, and the two of us are just compared to the two seniors." The young man named Marven bowed again and replied.

The old man surnamed Qian also spoke: "Today's Wendou is the comparison between Wu Yu and Cao Zhi, and the two talented men are here with Wu Gongzi, presumably to cheer for him." ”

"This ......" When Ma Wen and Wei Xian heard this, their faces stiffened, and they were speechless.

Wu Yu hurriedly explained: "The two old gentlemen of Qiyu, it is difficult for the younger generation to enter the elegant hall of poetry, so I invited the two brothers Ma Wen and Wei Xian to come here to compare poetry with Cao Zhi instead of the younger generation. ”

After hearing this, Qingcheng Shuanghao glanced at each other, and each shook their heads unhappily, and their previous good impression of Wu Yu was gone.

They thought to themselves that since they want to compare poetry, it must be what they have learned, and if they find someone else to write it, where can it be regarded as their true ability? Even if you win, what's the point.

Qingcheng Shuanghao was dissatisfied in his heart, and he didn't want to talk to Wu Yu and the others anymore, so he waved his hand unceremoniously, and asked them to go to the pavilion on the left hand side to rest first, and wait for Cao Zhi to come.

It's just that after waiting for a long time, the so-called Cao Zhi still didn't appear, and anger gradually appeared on Qingcheng Shuanghao's face.

The old man surnamed Sun of Qingcheng Shuanghao was a little annoyed when he waited, and turned around and asked the scholar behind him: "How long is it still before the agreed time?" ”

The boy replied, "In less than a quarter of an hour! ”

Qingcheng Shuanghao heard this, and at the same time snorted coldly, closed his eyes and said no more.

The surrounding crowd kept looking in the direction of the city gate, and after finding that there was not even a ghost shadow on the avenue, they also began to become disappointed, and they all accused Cao Zhi of being a little arrogant, and some people even concluded that Cao Zhi was probably retreating from the battle and did not dare to come.

Wu Yu saw all this in his eyes, and felt a burst of joy in his heart, thinking that no matter what good poems Cao Zhi and others wrote, I am afraid that they would also be affected by some emotional aspects.

However, at this time, a faint sound of the piano suddenly came from the center of the lake, its sound was crisp and melodious, soothing and fascinating.

When everyone heard the sound, they found that on the lake in the distance, where the autumn hibiscus was in full bloom, a small boat was rowing out leisurely.

On the small boat, Mo Fei sat cross-legged on the bow of the boat, and on his lap lay a guqin, which he was playing and playing. There are also two beautiful and moving women beside Mo Fei, squatting with their cheeks up, quietly admiring Mo Fei's tricks, these two people are naturally pear blossoms and summer.

In the middle of the boat, Zhu Mang lay lazily, and behind him stood the arrogant Li Bingrou and a masked man. The masked man is undoubtedly Xiao Li, because of his military status, he is not suitable for showing his head in the battle of the rivers and lakes, so he will cover it up.

After the song was played, the boat finally docked.

Mo Fei jumped down after receiving the guqin, first looked at the crowd of onlookers, saw Shen Qinghe at a glance, and immediately nodded. Then, Mo Fei swept indifferently towards Wu Yu and the others not far away. When he spotted Rose's figure, he smiled slightly.

Rose nodded shyly, bowed back very covertly, and pointed to the two old men in Yangchun Pavilion.

Mo Fei made up his mind and walked towards Qingcheng Shuanghao with steps.

"Boy, meet the two gentlemen!"

"Humph! Childe isn't in a hurry......"

Mo Fei said sincerely: "In order to read a few more books, the kid was a little delayed in going out, but he didn't want to provoke the anger of the two gentlemen, and he was guilty of sin." ”

As soon as these words came out, several people behind him were dumbfounded.

Summer stared at Mo Fei with disdain, thinking that it was you and Pear Blossom Xiao Nizi just now, drinking and gnawing pig's trotters very comfortably, if it wasn't for the evening fragrance to come to remind you, maybe you would be drunk, and you shamelessly said that it was reading......

"Actually, the time was just right, and I wasn't late!" The attitude of the old man surnamed Sun suddenly became softer for some reason: "The son didn't forget to read before going out, it seems that he is personally involved, shouldn't he find someone else to write for him?" ”

Mo Fei was stunned when he heard this, glanced at Wu Yu's direction, and found that his face was ugly, and he couldn't help but feel happy in his heart, so he leaned over and said: "The ancients said that 'literature carries the Tao' is the truth, and it is also moral, and the same is true of poetry!" This literary fight, the kid must personally go into battle, show what he has learned in his life, if it is in the hands of others, what does the victory or defeat mean? Shame on the kid! ”

"Good!" Qingcheng Shuanghao clapped his hands at the same time and shouted, the old man surnamed Qian suddenly got up, glanced at Wu Yu seemingly unintentionally, and praised Mo Fei: "'Wen Yi carries the Tao' Tao is a truth, and it is also a morality, and the same is true of poetry...... These words are loud and sonorous! ”

……

In the praise of Qingcheng Shuanghao, Mo Fei, Pear Blossom and Xia came to the pavilion on the right hand side and sat down.

At the same time, the two old men, Qian and Sun, finally announced that the competition of Wendou had officially begun.

The old man surnamed Qian looked around and said, "For the sake of fairness...... The first game, at this moment in front of the lake and mountains or Yangchun Pavilion as the title, choose one of the two as a poem, its poems can be lyrical, can write the scene, lyrical and scene writer is better, after writing the poor person to take it, the old man and the two after the eye, will evaluate the merits, a quarter of an hour! ”

After hearing this, Wu Yu immediately looked at Marven and Wei Xian beside him, and after seeing the two of them nodding, they pondered.

Besides, when he heard that he wanted to write lyrics or scenes, he immediately chose the latter. After all, he can't be lyrical, if he flirts...... Mo Fei shook his head vigorously to make himself sober, now that the enemy is currently thinking about some mess, it is really inappropriate.

Could it be that he searched every Tang poem he had read in his mind, and found that some of them could still be copied, but when he remembered what 'truth' and 'morality' he had sworn before, his face couldn't help but panic, and he wanted to try to write one by himself first?

"The lake and the mountains... Write the scene..."Mo Fei muttered to himself with a hint of sadness on his face.

Rika saw Mo Fei's strange appearance and quipped, "Okay?" If you can't, admit defeat, but you have to take care of the task of emptying the toilet. ”

"Okay—how not! But ......" Mo Fei first glanced at her, and then shamelessly leaned over and whispered: "If you kiss me, I'll be even better......"

“…… Die! ”

Rika was annoyed and made a gesture to fight, but was pulled by Summer.

Summer snorted at Mo Feinu, and Pear Blossom fixed her eyes and found that Mo Fei had lowered her head and pondered, and immediately quieted down.

Not long after, I saw a person running out of the pavilion where Wu Yu was, holding a piece of paper in his hand and sending it into Yangchun Pavilion.

Qingcheng Shuanghao stared at the poem above, and after a deep groan, his eyes showed appreciation.

"Look, the two on Wu Gongzi's side have already been written!"

"It's so powerful, it's worthy of Xie Yuan's popularity! I just don't know what was written..."

……

In the gossip of the surrounding crowd, Mo Fei still maintained a posture of bowing his head, which made Pear Blossom and Summer a little anxious, and of course Zhu Mang was even more anxious.

Seeing that a quarter of an hour was coming, he finally came back to his senses, and he looked up at the lakes and mountains in front of him, the sunset, the mountains and lakes, the flowing clouds, the green waves, and the hibiscus...... Then pick up the pen and dance on the paper, all in one go.

Zhu Mang took the paper and looked at it, and found that he couldn't understand it, so he hurriedly sent it to Yangchun Pavilion. After Qingcheng Shuanghao took it, they looked at each other and nodded their heads.

Suddenly.

The old man surnamed Qian took Wu Yu's poem and read it aloud to the crowd of onlookers: "Dongyang Spring Pavilion of Independent Lake, looking at the sky is endless. It's fast, the wind is a wisp, but it's sad and sad. ”

After the old man surnamed Qian finished reading, the old man surnamed Sun also took Mo Fei's poem and said: "The glow reflects the mountains and lakes, and the love scene seems to stop." The green and green of the fleur are green, and the sunset lights up the red candles. ”

After the two poems were read, the crowd around them was silent for a while, and then burst into enthusiastic cheers.

After all, these two poems are easy to understand, even if Qingcheng Shuanghao does not interpret them, onlookers can easily understand the general idea. Of course, Zhu Mang, a literal idiot, is excluded.

At this time, Hua Fugui's eyes signaled the girls to act, except for Rose, the rest of the flowers understood, and shouted in unison: "Or our poems are better, don't you say?" ”

Many lustful people, looking at the beauty of the flowers, raised their arms in response.

"Yes!!"

"Of course!"

…...

"Rest easy... Which is better or worse, the two free old men are evaluated! The old man surnamed Qian looked at the coaxing Qinglou woman, and despised Wu Yu and Hua Fugui's practices, and then talked about the two poems seriously: "One wrote about the helplessness of human feelings, one of which is a wisp of 'fast wind' is a wonderful sentence, but unfortunately the fast wind is the wind of the state of mind, which is not easy to ask; Among them, 'the sunset lights up the red candles' is also a wonderful sentence, please look at the autumn hibiscus on the lake in the distance, the bright red flowers in the afterglow of the sunset, just like a burning red candle, with a wonderful use..."

After the old man surnamed Qian finished speaking, he made a gesture of invitation to the old man surnamed Sun, and the old man surnamed Sun smiled: "In the first game, the two sides are tied!" ”

"Tie!?"

The onlookers were all speechless, as if they felt a little unexpected, but in an instant they were quiet again, and it was indeed difficult to choose between the two poems, and this result was reasonable.

All in all, the assessment is objective and fair.

Wu Yu sighed unwillingly, then shouted hello again, and encouraged Ma Wen and Wei Xian: "It seems that Cao Zhi's kid really has some talent, but he underestimated him before!" However, the stipulations of the gambling contract are that Cao Zhi must win both Wen and Wu, not even a draw, otherwise he will lose. Therefore, in the next two rounds of Wendou, you can continue to strive not to lose. In that case, there would be no need for any more fighting......"

"I'll do my best!" Marven and Wei Xian said at the same time.

At the same time, Zhu Mang looked at Mo Fei with a somewhat gloomy expression: "Childe, do I still have a chance to play?" But you said that if I win the war, you will match me with the late ......"

"Holy... It's only the first game, and you don't have confidence in me? I haven't used my ultimate yet! Mo Fei looked relaxed and replied angrily.

However, he also knew in his heart that he had to win all of the next two games, and he couldn't help but think: This is to force me to shamelessly plagiarize!!

Just when Mo Fei was struggling in his heart, the proposition of the second game came down.

Because Qingcheng is the border town of the Daying Empire, and it is also the first place to defend Xihu, so Qingcheng Shuanghao agreed, and the second game will be themed on the battle of Xihu, and a poem will be composed to praise the Daying soldiers to serve the country with death and protect the mountains and rivers.

After hearing this, Marven and Wei Xian finally showed solemn expressions, they knew that this kind of poem was the most difficult to write well.

It's just that after hearing this, Mo Fei laughed out loud and told Zhu Mang to bring the guqin.

"If you don't think about poetry, why are you holding the piano?" Summer Fox was suspicious.

"Isn't it beautiful to write poems while playing the piano!" It's a relaxing reply.

Everyone on Wu Yu's side was surprised when they heard the words, but the next moment they concluded that they were just bragging and bluffing. They don't believe it, the guy across from him is a genius who writes poetry.

"Ah—you already have it in your chest?" Summer was shocked.

Mo Fei smiled but didn't answer, took the guqin held by Zhu Mang with both hands, gently put it on his knees, and then flicked his fingers, and the sound of the piano came out, but it was a strong and solemn "Breaking Array Song".

Mo Fei played the breaking array song and said loudly:

The wind blows and frosts, the seaweed withers, and the muscles are dry and strong.

The general commanded the green dragon armor, and the murderous aura shook the sky and prostituted Yao.

The meteor white feather is inserted around the waist, and the sword flower autumn lotus light is out of the box.

The heavenly soldiers shine on the snow under the jade pass, and the captured arrows shoot golden armor like sand.

The clouds, dragons, winds and tigers are all handed back, and the enemy can be destroyed when Taibai enters the moon.

The enemy can be destroyed, the head is destroyed, and the intestines of the beard are involved in the blood.

Hanging Hu in the sky, burying Hu Zi plugged around.

Hu no one, win Daochang.

……

As soon as this song and this poem came out, the audience was silent!!

The song of breaking the formation has murderous intent, and the poem of 'Hu Wuren' recited by Fei Fei is even more murderous. But the people who can experience this killing intent the most are the border people who are deeply violated by the Hu people, such as the people of Qingcheng on the field.

Since ancient times, the Hu people have been riding south, and they have been devastated! They don't produce themselves, but they come to grab food, they kill indiscriminately, plunder women, kill the old and the young. If they are stubborn, they will slaughter the city at every turn......

Of course, the people of Qingcheng who were watching knew in their hearts that this poem did praise the inexplicable and the Qinglong Guan soldiers led by him, but in their eyes, why not?

Before the general inexplicably came to the future, Qingcheng was often slaughtered by the Xihu Iron Cavalry, and if you ask these onlookers, almost all of them had ancestors who died tragically under the sword. However, when the general led the troops to guard here, the Hu people never stepped on the Qinglong Pass again, and the people of Qingcheng lived and worked in peace and contentment for decades, which has to be said to be the work of the soldiers of the Qinglong Pass.

……

Summer looked at her cousin and was speechless in adoration... Zhu Mang looked around, dazed... Li Bingrou's cold face twitched slightly... And Shen Qinghe and Rose...

At this time, Pear Blossom stared at Mo Fei's back, and suddenly remembered the words of summer - you will know in the future, he is a magical man! Pear Blossom was silent, only feeling as if there were a few deer bumping into her heart.

However, among the few people here, the most excited is Xiao Li, who is masked on the side, he is already enthusiastic!!

Because he is a soldier of Qinglong Pass, because he has fought bravely on the battlefield, because he has shed blood and tears, because he has experienced life and death......

In the pavilion on the other side.

Wu Yu clenched his fists, staring at Marven and Wei Xian with a pair of eyes, he knew that he should have lost this game, but he still had a glimmer of hope.

It's just that Marven and Wei Xian are already trembling at the moment, their eyes are blank, and their foreheads are covered with beads of sweat the size of beans. They experienced the sentence 'The general commanded the green dragon armor, the murderous aura shook the heavens and the prostitute Yao... Hanging Hu in the sky, burying Hu Zi plugged around. Hu no one, win Daochang...', they knew that they could not write such a poem - such a domineering, mighty, heroic and heroic poem!

But who are they? They are the leaders of Qingcheng's young talents, and they are also the most popular people in the township to try to solve the yuan, and they lost to a Cao Zhi who has never heard of it. They are unwilling, and they are anxious......

Marven held Mao Ying, and his right hand trembled and only scratched a stroke on the paper before stopping, he was sure that he couldn't write...... Wei Xian didn't even dare to hold the pen......

Mo Fei looked at the two people not far away, sneered, stroked the strings again, and read the last sentence of the whole poem: "The general's life is three thousand frosts, but the song is full of wind and clouds, and the warriors are guarding the Quartet!" ”

The difference is that this time Fuqin, it is infused with his own subtle true qi, and the true qi quietly comes out with the sound of the qin, shooting straight towards Marven and Wei Xian.

'Poof'!

The two weak scholars, who had already accumulated blocks in their chests, were disturbed by the sound of the piano infused with true qi, and finally opened their mouths in a hurry to spurt out a stream of blood, and each fainted.

When the onlookers saw this, they all responded to their exclamations.

PS: The first two songs are the author's clumsy works, offering ugliness and ugliness...... In the latter poem, the masterpiece of the poet immortal Li Bai - Hu Wuren (only slightly changed by me) worships and worships......