Chapter 50 on Poetry

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When the audience was talking, Fu Yang lowered his head all the way and quietly sat down next to Xiangling.

The little girl had already discovered him, and she glanced at him, covering her mouth and smiling secretly.

Wei Qiao glanced at him, and couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth when he thought of that 'Sanniang', thinking that it was no wonder that he was so close to Yi Yunhua.

Fu Yang's face was as red as fire, and he couldn't wait to get underground. But he had to come again, so he had to pretend that nothing happened, but his face still couldn't help but flush. Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Wei Qiao and didn't say anything, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

"The title is out, it's out......"

"Quick, quick, let the pass back ......"

"Let's be quiet, let's be quiet......"

"Listen...... everybody"

"Don't be in a hurry, everyone......"

"On Poetry, On Poetry ......"

"On poetry, what is this topic......"

"It's weird, is there a mystery in this......"

"I don't know, this discussion of the Buddha is quite strange, and there can't be any secrets in it......"

There are no stupid people in the world, and soon the discussion spread to Wei Qiao's ears.

Wei Qiao smiled faintly, 'On poetry', heh, it's interesting. He looked up at the high platform and took a look around Chu Han and the three of them.

The three people on the stage were silently writing something on the paper, raising their heads from time to time, and then frowning and lowering their heads.

Zhao Yuankui's face was cold, his brows were slightly furrowed, and he was still thinking about something in his heart.

The sandalwood was swirling, and soon half a column of incense passed. The people below couldn't wait for a long time, and the first two games couldn't see the depth of the three people at all, and the last game was obviously the final showdown. This year's discussion of Buddha has been a big surprise, secretly slandering, and they are looking forward to the last game to have a dragon and tiger fight, ups and downs, and it is enjoyable to watch.

"Ah, Lian, Lian stood up......"

"Look, look, I've handed over the scroll......"

"Whoa, I'm going to win the championship......"

As soon as Lian Yuan stood up, the crowd below shook up, and all kinds of voices echoed in the sky in a chaotic manner.

Lian Yu slowly left his seat with a calm smile on his face, and he was now at peace. Previously, he was worried about being ridiculed because he challenged Wei Qiao's absence, he deliberately found a guy with no name and no surname to challenge, but in fact, he didn't have the talent. Now that 'Wei Qiao has gone to the toilet', his self-confidence has suddenly returned. Looking at Zhao Yuankui, who was smiling and taking his rolls, his confidence was even stronger.

"Ah, the answer to the company is out, it's out......"

"Whoa, win the championship, win the championship......"

"Champion, champion......"

The answer has not yet been heard, and the people below are already excited.

Zhao Yuankui looked at it carefully, nodded from time to time, and showed approval on his face.

Wei Qiao knocked on the melon seeds, looked at the northern curtain, and looked thoughtful in his eyes.

"The way of poetry, the way of smelting people's feelings, the path of truth, the theory of the classics of the saints, is the right way!"

Soon, Lian Yuan's answer reached Wei Qiao's ears after thousands of tempers, and when Wei Qiao heard it, he couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.

Xiangling looked at Wei Qiao and pursed her lips as if she couldn't be noticed, and said with big eyes, "Young Master, isn't what he said right?" Although she doesn't read much, she also knows that the sage scriptures are the avenue that is preached everywhere.

Wei Qiao turned his head to look at the little girl, and then at Fu Yang, who was still blushing but curious, and smiled indifferently: "Poetry is indeed a small way, and those righteous people above the court are all proficient. ”

The little girl seems to understand whether she understands or not, but Fu Yang has something in her eyes, isn't his father just a poet?

Soon, Lian Yuan stood next to Wu Fangyuan with the scroll, smiling and waiting quietly.

The sandalwood was swirling, and soon, there was less than a quarter, and at this time, Zhou Shaoyang got up.

"Ha, the people of the five states are really useless......"

"The champion is already our Jinling......"

"Wuzhou, go back......"

Zhou Shaoyang had just walked a few steps when the crowd below shouted at him sneeringly.

Zhou Shaoyang's obvious footsteps paused, his body shook slightly, and then walked towards Zhao Yuankui again.

Wei Qiao was a little curious about the 'Five States', and secretly wondered what kind of place this was.

Although everyone below looked disdainful and resentful, when Zhao Yuankui took the scroll, he couldn't help but hold his breath.

I saw that Zhao Yuankui was stunned for a moment, and then he and Wu Fangyuan talked in a low voice.

Everyone was more cautious, and they didn't dare to breathe.

It didn't take long for a surprising scene to happen, Lian Yuan, who had been smiling calmly, walked towards the stage stiffly!

Boom, boom, boom

It was like a thunderbolt exploding above everyone's heads, and everyone was terrified and shouted one after another.

"How is this possible? Why did Lian Yuan step down......"

"Where is there anything wrong with Lian Answer, why should he step down......"

"That's right, Lian Yuan's answer won't be wrong, why didn't Zhou Shaoyang step down......"

The people in the audience looked resentful and furious.

The old man in the north in a fancy costume had a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were cold.

"Amitabha!" Master Yinkong clasped his hands together, and his face showed an unprecedented look of compassion.

Wei Qiao raised his eyebrows slightly, and seemed to feel that someone was stirring up the emotions of the soldiers in the audience without a trace.

"Zhou Shaoyang's answer came out, and it came out......"

"Hmph, I want to see what he answers, the answer doesn't suit my heart, he doesn't want to get out of this compound today......"

"That's right, the five states are wild and uncivilized, how can they get the champion of my Daqi......"

Everyone was resentful in their hearts, and their faces were pale.

"Poetry is divided into three realms: meaning, imagery, and artistic conception. Accumulate heritage, turn it into poetry, and derive artistic conception. ”

Zhou Shaoyang's answer was quickly passed down, and everyone passed it on by word of mouth, but it was still difficult to hide their anger.

"Hmph, what kind of answer is this, the title is 'On Poetry', not to let him divide the realm!"

"That's right, and what kind of realm is it, it's just bullshit!"

"Such a person can also be the champion, unless I have no one left!"

Wei Qiao listened to everyone's comments with great interest, and became curious about this 'five states' again.

On the high platform, the sandalwood was about to burn out, and everyone focused on Chu Han. Now that he has stepped down in succession, Zhou Shaoyang is standing next to Wu Fangyuan, and the only one who can prevent him from winning the championship is Chu Han, who has been thinking hard without speaking.

For a while, the whole venue was quiet, whether it was on and off the stage, Wei Qiao in the south, or those dignitaries in the north, they all held their breath and commented on the stage.

This battle is inevitable.