Inside the Wangjiang Tower.

Extravagant, indeed.

Carved dragons and painted phoenixes, pavilions and pavilions, green tiles and vermilion eaves, every corner is lit with a high-quality sandalwood, pure heart and mind.

Wangjiang Tower has five floors.

In the fifth floor, each private room is not connected to each other, so as not to cause any accidents, and at the same time maintain absolute sound insulation.

What Qianqiye said was right, the maids of Wangjiang Tower, all of them were extremely beautiful people, and when they came to the fifth floor, eight stunning women stood at the door with a smile on their faces, just when they saw Lu Changsheng.

Lost his mind in an instant!

After coming back to his senses, one by one he eagerly took Lu Changsheng into the Accord.

made Qianqiye on the side a little stunned.

"It's good to get used to it, but as long as it's a woman, no one who sees my senior brother is not moved, but you are very strange, aren't you tempted by my senior brother?"

Liu Qingfeng has long been accustomed to it.

"Get out!"

Qianqiye replied with a word, and then followed to the Accord.

In the Accord, some spirit fruit wine has already been arranged.

Qianqiye naturally sat by the window, and then poured wine for Lu Changsheng.

"Master, I heard that you are a human saint, do you want to participate in this poetry conference?"

Qianqiye asked.

"Who is my senior brother, how can he participate in such a competition with a group of ordinary people?"

Liu Qingfeng finished the beep for Lu Changsheng.

And Lu Changsheng took a sip of wine and didn't answer.

"That's right, although if you can win the first place, you will be rewarded with 100,000 catties of spirit stones, but this kind of thing, I don't want to look down on the master."

Qian Qiye nodded and said seriously.

How much?

100,000 catties?

Lu Changsheng also knew about such things as spirit stones.

It is equivalent to the hard currency of the Xianxia world, but although the spirit stone is calculated by catties, the density is very high, so a catty spirit stone is actually just the size of a fingernail.

But in the world of Xianxia, there are spirit stones that can travel thousands of miles, and it is difficult to walk an inch without spirit stones.

Lu Changsheng wants the spirit stone very simply, sell the materials or directly find someone to get it, such as dry seven nights.

But Lu Changsheng can't do this kind of thing, it's just a joke on weekdays, if you really need something, don't look for anyone else in the Daluo Holy Land.

It is small to owe some favors, and it is troublesome to owe cause and effect.

So when he heard the 100,000 jin spirit stone, Lu Changsheng took another sip of wine and looked at Liu Qingfeng.

"Senior brother's words are bad, scholars are not distinguished from high and low, and in my brother's hometown, there is a famous saying, do you know what it is?"

Lu Changsheng said calmly.

"What?"

Qianqiye and Liu Qingfeng both showed curiosity.

"It's coming!"

Lu Changsheng replied with a serious face.

Liu Qingfeng: ???。

Seven Nights: ???。

They don't understand what it means, but it sounds like it makes sense.

"Bell!"

"Bell!"

"Bell!"

Suddenly, as the bell rang, the poetry conference officially began.

In the center of the square, an old man held a jade book in his hand, and said with a smile on his face: "This Lantern Festival Poetry Conference is jointly sponsored by the Daqian Dynasty, Wanbao Bank, Ji Fubao Commercial Bank, and Qi Goose Commercial Bank, and the topic was also formulated by the imperial master an hour ago!" ”

"Please listen to the question."

"With the theme of green grass, drizzle, spring, and the imperial capital, make a seven-word poem, a stick of incense within a limited time, just write the poem, put it in the cabinet, and the director of Han Academy will cross-review, and finally within an hour, the first three poems will be decided."

The old man's voice was extremely loud, he was a monk, and at this moment everyone began to think.

Grass!

Drizzle!

Spring!

Imperial Capital!

Lu Changsheng thought carefully and searched for five hundred Tang poems in his mind.

"I thought about it." Liu Qingfeng slapped his thigh.

"What do you think?"

Qianqiye has some curiosity.

"Poetry."

Liu Qingfeng said.

"You can also compose poetry?"

Qianqi Ye was full of curiosity.

"How not? Follow my elder brother, pigs can also write poems. ”

Liu Qingfeng said unconvinced, but after finishing speaking, he realized that this sentence seemed to be scolding himself.

At that moment, Liu Qingfeng waved his hand and said, "You listen to me first!" ”

"You read."

Qian Qiye nodded.

"Ahem!" Liu Qingfeng also coughed deliberately, then stood up and said slowly.

"The grass is green and hurried, the drizzle is continuous, spring is coming early, and the joy is in the imperial capital!"

"How? Good no good? ”

Liu Qingfeng asked excitedly.

"Poof!"

Lu Changsheng squirted out a sip of tea directly.

Is this also called poetry?

That's it?

Are you teasing me?

Isn't this just an extra word added to the idiom?

However, what is striking.

Qianqiye, who has always had a poisonous tongue, actually nodded, and said thoughtfully: "Your poem is not bad, but people say seven-word poems, you are five-word poems, no." ”

Qianqiye said.

Lu Changsheng sprayed again, he looked at Qian Qiye, and couldn't help asking, "Are you serious?" ”

"Seriously, what?"

Qianqiye had a question mark on his face.

"What do you think is a good poem?"

Lu Changsheng asked.

"Although I don't think this kid is very likable, this poem is really okay."

Qian Qiye nodded seriously.

Liu Qingfeng was a little unhappy when he heard the first half of the sentence, but when he heard the second half of the sentence, he didn't have any temper, after all, this was the first person to praise himself for writing poems and writing well, so he held back.

"Huh......."

Lu Changsheng had nothing more to say.

Everything is good in this world, but the liberal arts are too crotch-pulling.

That's what poetry is called?

Not bad?

Hehe.

"Do you think you need to add something?"

Liu Qingfeng asked Qianqiye.

"What's more? I want to see it. ”

Ponder carefully for seven nights.

Lu Changsheng didn't bother to pay attention to the two of them.

Start thinking about your own poems.

After a while, Lu Changsheng thought of it.

"Pen and ink waiting."

Lu Changsheng spoke.

In an instant, the woman at the door sent pen and ink.

Lu Changsheng lifted the pen, and then slowly fell.

"The light rain in the sky street is as moist as a crisp."

"The grass is far away, but there is none."

"It's the best thing about spring."

"Absolutely better than the smoke and willows in the imperial capital."

Lu Changsheng did it in one go.

This poem is very famous, and it is also very relevant to today's topic.

Green grass, drizzle, spring, imperial capital.

Very nice, very good.

It is not only a suitable situation, but also a good poem.

Liu Qingfeng and Qian Qiye looked at each other.

"Good poetry, good poetry, the senior brother's shot is really not trivial, alas, in comparison, my poetry may only be one-tenth of the senior brother, and the gap is still too big."

Liu Qingfeng slapped a sycophant.

"The poem is very good, but I can't understand it, it's a bit complicated, it's not as simple as the one you wrote."

Qianqiye replied honestly.

"Send the poem over."

Lu Changsheng left the payment, and then asked the people from Wangjianglou to send it over.

In this way, the time of a stick of incense passed quickly.

Immediately after that, there was a singing and dancing performance in the center of the square.

The finale will be revealed in an hour.

Soon, an hour passed in a hurry.

The cabaret show ends.

The old man came to the stage again, holding a few poems in his hand and said with a smile: "Okay, thank you for your enthusiastic participation, with the fierce competition, the top three poems have been decided, and the top three works will be recited by the old man for everyone." ”

The voice sounded, and the talents applauded one after another, and it was very lively.

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Tomorrow is the Chinese New Year.

Can you break 500 people on the reward list before the Chinese New Year!

There are still thirty people left!

Kneel and beg!! Cry chirp! In the new year, the author promises to accomplish the following three things.

First: never keep chapters!

Second: Never be short!

Third: Never delay!

Thank you!