Young Master Zhang looked at the thin old man on the stage again, thinking about his deeds, and suddenly felt that his figure was taller,

"Why haven't you heard of the deeds of Master Nannan in the past year," after being shocked, Nan Zhuyu asked,

"Last year's master's defense was won by Shangguan master, and there was no need for the southeast branch to come forward," Jiang Zhe explained.

The shopkeeper put the food on the table in front of several people and said, "A few guest officers, your snacks and Lantern Festival have been served." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoIf there's anything else to call it small,"

"Okay, let's go," Nan Zhuyu waved his hand casually, for fear of delaying the southeast branch master in his stands.

"As a Southeast Master, I rarely come out to give lectures, and I heard that Southeast Master wants to find a disciple, so there is today's poetry tasting meeting." A scholar in Tsing Yi in front gave an explosive news,

"If you can worship under the door of the southeast branch, the future can be described as bright." Jiang Zhe sighed,

"It seems that the talented people who came to participate in the poetry tasting have their own ghosts in their hearts." Young Master Zhang said.

"Yes, let's ask anyone in the world who doesn't want to win a good reputation," Nan Zhuyu said,

Stage

"Tasting poetry is the artistic conception of poetry, and the old man won't say much nonsense," Dongnan Zhi stood on the stage and talked about nearly half a pillar of incense.

Young Master Zhang Zhang, who only watched and did not participate, was already impatient to wait,

"Is it finally going to start?" Nan Zhuyu said a little impatiently,

"Now I announce the rules of the poetry tasting society," Dongnan Zhi really carried forward the principles of most of the speakers, and began to talk endlessly,

"Since it is a poem, of course, there must be poetry, all the young talents in the audience can come to the stage to chant poetry, and all the talents in the audience can comment on the advantages and disadvantages of this poem, of course, since the old man presided over the poetry tasting meeting, he will also comment on one or two ......"

When all the talented people in the audience heard that the master of the southeast branch would comment on the poems of the talented man on stage, they were a little eager to go on stage to sing poetry, even if they could not be accepted as a disciple by the old master, it would be of great help to their studies to be commented on by the old master of the southeast branch, and it was very likely that they would break through their own bottleneck.

The southeast branch began to ramble again,

Young Master Zhang was really bored when he heard it, so he picked up chopsticks and ate the Lantern Festival.

The round, snow-white rice balls tumble and rise and fall in the clear water,

Zhang Baiyi picked up a white and chubby rice ball with chopsticks, and took a bite, sweet and glutinous, slippery, and a familiar taste spread in his mouth.

There was not much "floating yuanzi", but it was soon eaten by Young Master Zhang.

"Here we go,"

Young Master Zhang, who was eating with relish, heard the sound, looked up at the stage, and saw the chattering southeast branch getting off the stage at some point.

Standing on the stage was a young scholar,

"Student Jiang Kui has seen Master Southeast," said and bowed to the Southeast Branch.

"Well, good, Yushu is in the wind, a talent," Dongnan Zhi praised,

"Thank you Master for your praise," Jiang Shi bowed his hand and said, "The student made a song "Lantern Festival Fighting to See the Lotus Picking Boat", I hope the master will comment on the student."

Well, not arrogant, not impatient, not bad, not bad,

"The Lantern Festival competes to see the lotus picking boat, and the BMW incense car picks up the fall; The wind and rain are scattered in the dead of night, and the lonely lamp still calls for the sale of soup yuan. ”

Jiang Shi sang a poem, and all the talents in the audience tasted it in their hearts, and they felt that this poem was good, quite meaningful,

But the southeast master on the stage didn't know what was wrong, but then he returned to normal.

"After reciting Jiang Caizi's poems, which genius will comment on one or two?" Dongnan Zhi said,

Since it is a poetry tasting meeting, of course, everyone comes to taste,

Talented people can hear different points of view from themselves, can brainstorm, from which to find out their own shortcomings, which is why they know that they can't learn enough to participate in the poetry meeting, of course, this kind of people also have a fluke heart, in case the old master is confused to find that he has not even found his own shining point, maybe he can be lucky enough to be selected for the future is limitless,

Of course, the intention of the southeast branch is also very simple, to find talents from the crowd.

"I think Jiang Caizi's poem is the festive occasion of the Lantern Festival of the princes and nobles, and the pen of the lower rhyme is a turn to describe the hard work of the lower class people, and the comparison between the two is intended to deeply reflect the sympathy and pity for the toiling people." A genius stood up and said,

"I don't think so," said one of the geniuses, standing up,

"The Lantern Festival is competing to see the lotus picking boat, mainly to spit out the good-looking lotus picking boat, otherwise there will not be so many people competing to see it, the BMW incense car picks up the pendant, and the metal gems are inlaid on the BMW incense car is to say that this car is very luxurious, and those who can take this kind of car must be very rich and status-worthy people, and the following two sentences are written about the lives of ordinary people, this is just a simple writing of the rich and poor life, there is money to see the lotus picking boat, no money can only sell the Lantern Festival."

"This brother is not right. I think Jiang Caizi's poem is a narrative poem, written about what I have seen and heard today, nothing more,"

"This brother, if you say that this poem is a narrative poem, the first two sentences are okay, but what about the last two sentences? The wind and rain are scattered in the dead of night, and the lonely lamp still calls for the sale of soup yuan. Now the moon star Xi, where does the wind and rain come from? ”

"This, this, I won't argue with you," the talented man sat down with a red face, and let him say whatever he wanted.

"I think so,"

"I don't agree with this brother's point of view,"

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The talented people expressed their opinions and discussed a lot, and some of them were red-faced.

Some are even worse, stepping on the stool and rolling up their sleeves and foaming at the mouth of the person in front of them.

Some are said to scratch their ears and cheeks and want to refute the countermeasures,

Some are even worse, in order to refute it, they want to break their heads and their hair is messed up by themselves, and the whole is unkempt.

Young Master Zhang was a little stunned, where did these talents still have the temperament of Yushu Linfeng and pointing out the country just now, this clearly wants to bargain with the shrews in the vegetable market......

As if only the more the argument goes, the old master will notice himself,

The quietest thing at the moment is Zhang Baiyi's table, Zhang Baiyi came to see the excitement, Dong Xiaoqian herself doesn't know poetry very well, so she doesn't have any opinions, not to mention Xiaohuan, the Cold War is always a cold and arrogant appearance, let alone participating in it,

As for Nan Zhuyu and Jiang Zhe, the two of them were arguing at the other table, and it didn't affect them at all.

Just when Young Master Zhang lamented the shrewd behavior of all talented people, a young genius in his twenties walked over to this side,

said: "Brother Tai, what do you think of this poem?"

Young Master Zhang raised his eyes and saw that he was looking at himself with two eyes.

Obviously, this genius is asking himself,

"Oh~ you ask me? I don't know poetry. ”

Young Master Ben won't be like you, I'm here to see the fun,

"Brother Kantai is also a person who reads, how can a person who reads say something that insults the sages like not understanding poetry,"

I'll rub, who told you that Lao Tzu is a scholar, how can I insult the sages if I'm honest, don't think that you don't dare to beat you,

Young Master Zhang looked at the figure of this talented man, swallowed and foamed, obviously his slender body was not his opponent,

If you want to use the agitation method, this young master will not be fooled,

Don't you just want to attract the attention of the old man on the stage, who are you looking for, but looking for this young master, this young master doesn't let you get your way,

"Look, the old master of the southeast branch on the stage is watching you,"

"Really," the young scholar was overjoyed, turned around and looked at the stage, only to see that the southeast branch on the stage was squinting slightly, not knowing whether to take a nap or listen to the words of the talented people in the audience.

Suddenly, the young genius felt a pain in the back of his head, and his eyes were dark, and he lost consciousness.

Young Master Ben just wants to be a quiet beautiful man,

The talented people who argued were all devoting themselves to arguing with their opponents, and no one noticed the actions of Young Master Zhang here.

Zhang Baiyi threw away the bench in his hand, put the young scholar on the stool and lay his body on the table, it seemed to outsiders that he was just asleep,

Dong Xiaoqian's master and servant saw the whole process in their eyes, and they were speechless in shock.

Young Master Zhang watched the talented people quarrel quietly as if nothing had happened,

Cold War never expected Zhang Baiyi to be so bold, but there was a little change in Zhang Baiyi's eyes, although his eyes were on the stage, he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart.

"I said yes, you have read a book for a few years and dare to argue with me!"

"It's amazing to study for a long time, some people don't necessarily be able to take the exam after reading for a lifetime, and a long time of reading does not mean that you read more, and it does not mean that you are highly educated,"

A seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy and a scholar in his fifties argued even more fiercely.

"You, you, the old man is not as knowledgeable as you," the old book's angry beard trembled, and his chest and abdomen fell together, obviously angry.

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