Chapter 59 is subtle

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"Three steps!"

Everyone's hearts jumped, their heads stretched out, their eyes bulging, staring directly at the foot where Wei Qiao fell.

Wu Fangyuan looked at Wei Qiao and was about to stop, and his left hand behind his back couldn't help but tremble.

Chu Han rubbed his hands together and stared at Wei Qiao with burning eyes, looking very excited.

Whether it is on or off the stage, or in the south and north, it is quiet at this time. Everyone looked up at the high platform and stared at Wei Qiao's third step that had already landed!

"Hehe, there it is." In the silence, Wei Qiao said with a smile.

Everyone instinctively breathed a sigh of relief, but then suddenly came up again, staring at Wei Qiao with wide eyes.

'Got it'?

Everyone took another breath and stared at Wei Qiao with round eyes. Palindromic poems can make three poems in the blink of an eye, what else can he do to surprise them!

Chu Han's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly walked to the table, laid out the rice paper, and looked excited. Although he was born into a merchant family, he was an authentic Confucian disciple, eager for knowledge and revered the learned. And Wei Qiao happens to be this kind of person in his eyes.

Wei Qiao's previous performance, coupled with the rumors of Master Yinkong, he vaguely regarded Wei Qiao as a target to catch up.

Everyone stared at Wei Qiao with solemn expressions, their faces full of excitement. The old man in the Chinese costume sat up all of a sudden, looking at the high platform with his eyes piercing.

Wei Qiao glanced at everyone's excited looks, smiled, and in the blazing eyes of all the people, walked to the table, picked up the brush, paused slightly, and glanced at Wu Fangyuan and Chu Han who were coming over from the left and right.

It was quieter, everyone held their breath and stared at Wei Qiao with silky eyes, wishing that they had clairvoyance and ears, and engraved Wei Qiao's every move in their hearts.

Knock, knock, knock

All they could hear was their own heartbeat, their chests heaving, and they had a feeling of difficulty breathing.

Master Yinkong, Yi Yun, and even the 'Ning girl' who had been cold all the time all turned their heads in unison and stared at the stage motionlessly.

It's moving!

Almost everyone shouted in their hearts at the same time, and Wei Qiao's full pen fell extremely slowly on the white rice paper.

One horizontal, one vertical, one skimming......

Everyone stared at Wei Qiao's pen with burning eyes, their hearts were pounding, they felt short of breath, their hands trembled, their eyes followed the brush tightly, but their minds were anxiously thinking about what Wei Qiao was writing.

Chu Han stood beside Wei Qiao, not daring to breathe, for fear of affecting Wei Qiao's thoughts, Wu Fangyuan's pretended profound movements were also stiff there, his head lowered, and his eyes flashed staring at Wei Qiao's pen.

Zhao Yuankui's eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes flashed. He was awe-inspiring, cold and thoughtful, but his feet under the table were moving around, extremely uneasy.

Everyone stared at Wei Qiao's flashing pen, every time he stopped to dip the ink, everyone would take a breath, and then hold their breath again, staring at Wei Qiao's brush again with excitement, with a look of condensation.

It didn't take long for Wei Qiao to suddenly pick up his pen and breathe a sigh of relief in the midst of everyone's suffocation.

When everyone saw him stop, their expressions were relieved, their expressions were different, their chests were heaving, and their expressions were still nervous.

"Good word!" In the silent buffer of everyone, Wu Fangyuan suddenly slapped the table and said loudly with an excited expression.

As soon as these words fell, everyone was stunned, and immediately shouted loudly.

"What did Wei Qiao write?"

"Yes, don't look at the words, look at what he writes......"

"He's been writing for so long, haven't you seen enough......"

The people in the audience seemed to be very dissatisfied, and shouted at Wu Fangyuan one after another. Anyway, there are many people, and they are not afraid that Wu Fangyuan will wear small shoes afterwards.

Wu Fangyuan's old face turned red, he was also nervous just now, and he just followed Wei Qiao's pen, and he didn't see what Wei Qiao wrote at all.

Chu Han looked at the dozens of big characters that Wei Qiao swept down all the way, and couldn't help but applaud in a low voice, looking quite excited.

The edges and corners are clear, the bones are strong, sparse and open, delicate and square, and you can know that it is a good word at a glance. What's even more rare is that he has never seen this kind of font in the entire Daqi, that is to say, Wei Qiao has developed a new font by himself!

Everyone in the audience saw that Chu Han and Wu Fangyuan were just staring at Wei Qiao's words, and their faces were appreciative and tasteful, and they couldn't help but become chaotic again.

"Tell me quickly, what the hell is Wei Qiao writing?!"

"Yes, you always look at what the words do, what you look at what is written......"

"You want to kill people in a hurry, say it quickly......"

Wu Fangyuan Chu Han was taken aback by the crowd below, and hurriedly looked down, this look, he couldn't help frowning, and then wrinkled deeper and deeper, his face changed from calm to solemn to dignified to tangled, and instantly flashed with a few expressions.

As soon as the people below saw that the two of them were silent again, they suddenly became anxious again, yelling and screaming, and the whole venue was echoing with dissatisfaction, and some people even pouted to go on stage to see it.

But Chu Han and Wu Fangyuan seemed to have fallen into a demonic barrier, bowed their heads and frowned, their faces were entangled, staring at the rice paper tightly, motionless.

The people in the audience are entangled and ignore the stage, the people in the north are uncomfortable, and the people on the stage are about to react.

Zhao Yuankui sent people with a reluctant face, and slowly walked over with a face that said 'My Grand Duke is selfless and ruthless'. His eyes swept over Wu Fangyuan with dissatisfaction, and then frowned at Chu Han, who was also frowning, and also looked down at the rice paper.

At this look, he was also stunned, only to see that on the rice paper, the pen was strong, and dozens of words were written in a straight and delicate manner:

'Green cypress thin shadow moving cloud peak, Qushui Qingyue accompanied by pine Yi stone, horizontal bamboo side wind and rain, Xinglong floating clouds, heavy rocks, stacked mountains, cloud vertical paths, lying flowers, red glow, chrysanthemums, Fangting, Ruixue Lingxia, Mo shadow, sparse forest green'

There was no punctuation, no interruptions, Zhao Yuankui read silently in one breath, and his cold face turned red. But then his throat moved, and a strange light flashed in his eyes, staring directly at the rice paper.

I didn't move anymore.

The audience stopped shouting or yelling, but they were stunned.

"What did Wei Qiao write? It's like hell, whoever sees it is stupid......"

"Yes, then Zhao Hanlin is the head of the Hanlin Academy, Wu Fangyuan is the editor, not to mention their talents for the time being, even Chu Han is also a first-class talent, why did the three of them look at it as if they were in a demon......"

"What did this Wei Qiao write, and it made the three of them fall into it, this is really going to kill people......"

They looked at the stage through the autumn water, the better ones just frowned, and the ugly ones were sweating profusely and soaking wet.

It should be read like this: the green cypress thin shadow moves the cloud peak, and the peak curves and the water is clear and the moon is accompanied by the pine. Songyi stone horizontal bamboo crosswind, wind and rain Xinglong floating clouds heavy, heavy rocks stacked mountains cloud vertical path, the path lying flowers red glow. Yingju Fangting Rui Xueling, Lingxia Mo Ying Shu Lin Qing ......" Chu Han twisted his brows and suddenly spoke.

Wu Fangyuan immediately shook his head and denied it, "No, it should be read like this: Qinglin Shuying Moxia Ridge, Ling Xue Ruiting Fang Juying." The saffron lies on the path, and the path is heavy in the stacked rock of the cloud ridge. Heavy clouds, floating dragons, rain, wind, wind, bamboo, cross, stone, pine. The pine is accompanied by the moon and clear water, and the peak and cloud are thin and green. ”

What made everyone drop their jaws and stunned was that Chu Han and Wu Fangyuan had just finished speaking, and Zhao Yuankui, who had been looking indifferent and faintly had an opinion on Wei Qiao, also said to himself: "It's not right, it should be read like this: Qingbai thin shadow, shadow moving Yunfeng." The peaks are clear and the water is clear, and the moon is accompanied by pine. The pine stone is horizontal, and the bamboo is crosswind. The wind and rain prosper the dragon, and the dragon floats and the clouds are heavy. Heavy rocks stacked on top of each other, ridges and clouds vertical paths. The path is red, and the red glow is swirling. Yingju Fangting, Tingrui Snow Ridge. Lingxia Mo shadow, shadow sparse forest green. ”

Hearing that there is a sequence, the bachelor has no dignity or humility, and Chu Han immediately retorted, "No, it should be read like this: Qinglin Shuying, Shadow Moxialing." Ling Xue Ruiting, Ting Fang Juying. Radiant glow red, safflower lying path. The trail hangs down the cloud ridge, and the ridge stacks the rock. Heavy clouds and floating dragons, dragons and rainy winds. The wind side is bamboo, and the horizontal stone is pine. The pine is accompanied by the moon and the clear water is curved. The peaks and clouds are moving, and the shadows are thin and green. ”

Wu Fangyuan looked at the rice paper, shook his head, frowned and said, "No, no, it should be read like this: Qingbai is thin, and the clouds are moving." The peaks and waters, accompanied by the clear moon. Songyi stone, side bamboo horizontal. Wind and rain, clouds and dragons. Heavy rocks are stacked, and weeping cloud ridges. The path lies on the flowers, and the glow is red. Ying Jufang, Xue Ruiting. Ling Xiamo, Lin Shuying. ”

Zhao Yuankui's eyes were solemn, staring at the rice paper, his eyes flashed, and he said in a deep voice, "That's not right!" It should be like this: the green forest is sparse, and the shadow of Xia Mo. Ling Xuerui, Ju Fangting. Yingxia glows, lying red. The trail is weeping clouds, and the rocks are stacked on top of each other. Heavy clouds float, rain and dragons. The wind side bamboo, the stone horizontal. The pine accompanies the moon, and the water is clear. The peaks and clouds move, and the cypress is thin. ”

Some of the people below were stunned, with strange eyes, and some were scratching their ears and cheeks, impatient.

The three people above stared at the rice paper, not red-faced but also-for-tat, vetoing one by one, arguing one by one, originally commenting on Wei Qiao's writing, it has become a three-person poem, even the author Wei Qiao, at this time was squeezed out, completely excluded from the circle of the three.

The three of them kept talking, making the people below more anxious, and their curiosity was overwhelming. The scholars were already shouting eagerly, but they were completely ignored by the three people on the stage, and at the same time, this annoyance also directly hung their curiosity to the highest place, and some people couldn't help but run towards the north and wanted to rush up and carry it. The guards immediately blocked with their guns, but they couldn't stop the overwhelming crowd.

A gentleman rushed to the high platform in full view of everyone, ran to the table of several people in one fell swoop, smoked the rice paper, and before he could look closely, he read it aloud to the audience, and after reading it in one breath, he ran away before he had time to ventilate.

When the people below heard this, they all frowned. The sentence is too long, and the person who reads it doesn't know how to break the sentence, but he simply reads the words out, and there is no regular rhyme.

But what made him even more stunned, and what made his eyes straight was that the three people on the stage were not affected in the slightest, and were still arguing there.

"You're not right, you should read it like this: Qingbai is thin and shadowy, and the clouds are clear and clear. The moon is accompanied by pine stones, stone horizontal bamboo side wind, rain Xinglong floating clouds, cloud heavy rock stacked mountains. The clouds are lying on the path, and the flowers are red. Ju Fangting Ruixue, Snow Ridge Xia Mo Shadow. The sparse forest is thin and the cypress is thin, and the thin shadow moves the cloud peak. Chu Han frowned and wiped the sweat on his head.

Wu Fangyuan immediately blew his beard and glared, "Nonsense, you are not right, it should be like this: Qinglin Shuyingmo, Xialing Xue Ruiting." Fangju is full of glow, and the saffron lies on the path. Chuiyun Ridge stacked rock, rock heavy cloud floating dragon. Xingyu wind side bamboo, bamboo horizontal stone pine. With the moon and clear water, the clouds of the peaks are moving. The thin cypress is green and the forest is sparse, and the shadow is sparse. ”

As soon as the two finished speaking, the accustomed surname waited for the third person to speak, and after waiting for a long time, no one continued, and the two of them couldn't help but be stunned, and looked up at Zhao Yuankui.

Zhao Yuankui frowned, his cold face was slightly red, and he was shocked beyond measure! The three of them have already said eight, and he just thought of two, which is ten! What's more, he doesn't know how many more he hadn't thought of!

In just forty-nine words, there are so many ways to read, although I don't want to admit it, but the fact still can't deny Wei Qiao's talent!

Compared with Chu Han's palindromic poem, Wei Qiao's forty-nine words, I don't know how much higher!

Chu Han also came back to his senses at this time, cold sweat was dripping on his head, he looked at Wei Qiao, his throat was shaking, his mouth was dry, and his eyes were undisguised with a trace of fear and trembling! If he thought that the two of them were still at the same level just now, now he has to look up to Wei Qiao!

The hesitation in Wu Fangyuan's eyes dissipated at this moment, and he stared at Wei Qiao with burning eyes, eager to immediately rush up and press him to let him apprentice!

The people below quickly gathered Wei Qiao's forty-nine words, and the audience immediately began to repeat the argument on the stage.

"That's how it should ......"

"No, that's right......"

"Wrong, wrong, ......"

When the word Weiqiao spread to the north, the controversy was also fierce.

The old man in the Chinese costume held the rice paper with the ink in his hand, his eyes were slightly condensed, and after a long time, Qin Yun, who handed it to him, immediately looked up at the high platform, his eyes were far-reaching, deep and cold, and said lightly: "Ming, you go to see the old man Wu and tell him about Zhou Tai." ”

Qin Yun's face changed slightly, his eyes shrank, and he hurriedly agreed. He trembled in his heart, and he vaguely felt that the old man's decision seemed to have something to do with Wei Qiao on the stage.

Master Yinkong looked at Yi Yun with a smile and a frown, and a chess piece fell again.

Yiyun pursed her lips and didn't make a sound for a long time.

'Miss Ning' looked at Yi Yun with a cold face, and said softly: "His poems won't let you come up with them so easily." ”

Yiyun and Yinkong were both stunned, turned their heads to look at 'Miss Ning', and glanced at each other, with the same strange look in their eyes almost at the same time.

Today she opened her mouth twice for irrelevant personnel?

"Hurry up, go quickly......" Xiangling listened to the chaotic argument in the audience, her little face flushed, and she looked at the few people who were still arguing on the high platform, and urged Fu Yang urgently.

Fu Yang was more excited than her, folded the rice paper with trembling hands, made a heavy 'um' sound, and hurriedly ran to the north.

Zhao Yuankui looked at the two who were still arguing, looked at Wei Qiao, who was always smiling indifferently, the cold light flashed in his eyes, regardless of everyone's doubtful eyes, he walked back, sat there and groaned alone.

As Zhao Yuankui's face was calm and his brows were tightly wrinkled in thought, whether it was Wu Fangyuan or Chu Han, or even the crowd in the audience who were still arguing fiercely, they all quieted down and turned their eyes to Zhao Yuankui. Everyone knows that the real decision on the ownership of the virtual champion is just between Zhao Yuankui's thoughts.

Chu Han's palindromic poem was the first to create a precedent for poetry; Wei Qiao's forty-nine words pushed the poem to an unfathomable situation!

Wei Qiao connected Zhou Shaoyang's palindromic poems into a poem, which completely crushed him and ousted the Wuzhou man from power. Now it is forty-nine characters over and over again, sublimating the poem to a place they have never touched at all!

Chu Han's palindromic poem, although it also created a precedent for poetry, but compared to Wei Qiao, he still made a judgment at a glance!

They all looked at Gao Tai with burning eyes, and more at Wei Qiao, who already regarded him as a virtual champion!

But the slightly calm person instantly turned his face cold, and looked at Zhao Yuankui with puzzled eyes. It stands to reason that with Zhao Yuankui's identity and talent, you can see the high and low at a glance, and you can immediately announce that Wei Qiao won the championship!

But he's groaning! He's hesitating!

In other words, he doesn't approve of Wei Qiao!

The crowd was so excited that they couldn't calm down, but those people in the north frowned one after another, and looked at Zhao Yuankui, who was still hesitating on the high platform, with strange eyes. Even if it was an old man in a fancy costume, his eyes changed slightly at this moment, and he frowned slightly.