"Hey, isn't that Pang Yi? This guy made it to the finals back then. ”

"Yes, it's not easy for the little scholar on the other side to survive until now."

"Hmph, that Pang Yi is powerful, is Tang An in our capital bad?"

"But in my opinion, Pang Yi has been famous for a long time, and Tang An is only stubborn now."

"That's not necessarily, I'll bet on Tang An to win!"

Everyone said a word, and the discussion was lively. Lan Haitang made a pretty face and said, "Now the game is not over yet, please be quiet!" ”

Seeing that the beauty was angry, everyone laughed and didn't dare to speak anymore. It's just a look of nervousness and anticipation, but it can't be hidden.

"Brother Tang... Can he win? He Ling asked in a low voice.

Cheng Caihe looked confident and said, "Don't worry, he will definitely win." ”

He Ling said anxiously: "But his opponent seems to be very powerful!" ”

"It doesn't matter if Pang Yi or Pang Er, it's the same for Tang An." A smile welled up on Cheng Caihe's face and said, "Because... He's messed with me. ”

He Ling: "......"

Pang Yi, who was in the core of the storm, felt a lot of pressure at this time. With his reputation, if he can't even deal with a little scholar, I'm afraid he won't be able to raise his head in the future. It's just that... This guy, how can he still hold on? Can you still laugh?

Faintly, Pang Yi had a bad premonition. However, thinking of the preparations he had made, he forced himself to calm down and said with a smile: "Brother Tang, now there are only two of us, so let's skip those steps." You and I have said it from one to ten, what do you think? ”

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar around.

Originally, there was only one sentence, and many people were already struggling, but now a person has to go from one to ten, so is Pang Yi crazy?

Tang An ignored the commotion around him, smiled slightly, and said, "Of course you can." ”

Lan Haitang frowned slightly, and stomped his little foot lightly: This stupid person, how could he easily agree? Pang Yi dared to boast about Haikou, he must have been prepared. With mental arithmetic or unintentional, how can he have a chance of winning?

"Good!" Pang Yi was afraid that Tang An would regret it, so he slapped the table and stood up, with a smile on his face that the conspiracy had succeeded.

Lan Haitang guessed well, Pang Yi has participated in several Lushan Poetry Meetings, and he is familiar with the examiner's preference for questions. Before setting off, he had already made all the preparations, and he would naturally not let go of the verses from one to ten.

"Brother Tang, I'm really sorry, this time... You've lost! ”

Pang Yi drank the wine in his glass, laughed and stood up, walked to a big tree, and plucked a piece of green. The palm of the hand is released, and the leaves slowly fall into the grass.

"One by one, one by one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight or nine, all fell into the grass and disappeared."

"Good!"

The poem is very simple, but it is very close to the topic. can come out with such verses when the two sides are at a loss, and it seems that this most anxious third scene has finally come to fruition.

"Did you lose?" With a hint of regret, Li Qingfeng muttered: "A little person is a little person after all, and he will never be able to get on the stage." ”

"Cheng Gongzi, what should I do! That Pang Yi is so powerful, what should Brother Tang do! He Ling's big eyes flashed with anxiety, and he seemed to be about to cry.

"Don't worry, Tang Anke won't admit defeat easily - he has never lost." Cheng Caihe's brows were slightly locked, but there was still a hint of firmness on his face.

Pang Yi laughed, he was too proud for a while, and he bowed his head slightly and said, "Brother Tang, I agreed!" ”

Looking at his smug face, Tang An sighed and said, "Brother Pang... Looks like I haven't thrown in the towel yet! ”

"Huh?" Pang Yi's smile froze on his face, "Brother Tang... Victory or defeat is a common thing in soldiers, and if you are too entangled in this, you will be too stingy. ”

Tang An smiled and said, "Brother Pang, let's say it's good to write poems from one to ten, but... Looks like you're just talking about nine. ”

Everyone thought about it, and Pang Yi did not put "ten" in the sentence, which was a fly in the ointment. But even so, it's commendable. If Tang Anruo uses this little flaw to find faults, it really makes people feel that they can't afford to lose.

Pang Yi snorted coldly and said, "At this point, it is rare to be able to match a song. If Brother Tang can also go from one pair to nine, Pang will admit defeat immediately! ”

Pang Yi's self-confidence is not untargeted. One to ten! Where is it said that what is right is right? He never believed that with such a field, Tang An could still turn things around.

Tang An didn't bother to explain any more, gently touched the ball on his hat, and said loudly: "Go to two or three miles, four or five Yan villages, six or seven buildings, and eighty or ninety flowers!" ”

"Buzz!"

Pang Yi's brain felt like it had been hammered. This guy... Did he really come out?

"Good! Tang An, good job! ”

Cheng Caihe, who had been pinching a cold sweat, was relieved and clapped his hands desperately, looking extremely eye-catching in a crowd of stunned people.

Pang Yi forced himself to calm down, wiped the sweat dripping from his forehead, and said with a reluctant smile: "Brother Tang's talent is indeed admirable. But then, we're just one-to-one..."

This guy is thick-skinned enough, Fang Cai clearly said that as long as Tang An is against the nine, he will lose, but now he is going back on his word in front of so many people, this shameless spirit is quite the style of Lao Tzu back then.

"You're going to be shameless!"

"That's it, let's go back!"

"Don't be embarrassed here!"

Everyone, you say a word to me, and Pang Yi's face turned red and white.

Tang An waved his hand and said, "One big Qiao and two small Qiao, three inches of golden lotus and four inches of waist." Apply five, six or seven points of powder, and make up eighty or ninety very delicate! ”

The second one!

It is rare for Pang Yi to make a poem, but Tang An didn't want to think about it, so he made two poems in a row, and one was more exciting than the other.

"Good!"

"This guy... It's amazing! ”

"Cowman! How the hell did he do it? ”

At this time, not only Cheng Caihe, but even the people watching the battle from the sidelines applauded. Only Li Qingfeng saw that Tang An was in the limelight again, his face was pale, and he snorted heavily.

Tang An pressed down with both hands and chuckled: "After a farewell, the two places hang together." It is said that it is March and April, but who knows five or six years.? The lyre is played without intention, and the eight-line book cannot be transmitted. Nine links are broken from it, and the ten-mile long pavilion is ready to be pierced! ”

Three songs! This thing actually made three poems in a row!

Everyone is almost numb, is this guy still human? What did he do with such difficult poems? Chinese cabbage?

"No... Impossible! That's impossible! Pang Yi's face was pale, his face was incredulous, and he retreated step by step with a slight tremble, accidentally kicked a stone, and sat on the ground.

"Reciting poems and making sentences is a great joy in life, Brother Pang must not take it too seriously. You must know that in this world, the most terrible thing is the word serious. ”

Tang An looked like a fairy, and stretched out his hand to Pang Yi very gracefully to pull him up, but he took the opportunity to lean into the other party's ear and whispered: "Playing the number game with me, you are still far away!" ”

(Isn't it cool?) Alas, the original wood that said it was good has appeared for the time being, everyone be calm and impatient, and it will come soon! PS: Thank you for your support! ）