"The head of the white case is here, and everyone will let go. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Let go, let go, get out of the way for Bai Gongzi. ”

A few small servants walked over quickly, and some rudely pushed away the crowd watching the excitement.

Everyone was not annoyed, with the push of the little guy, they spontaneously separated to both sides, leaving a passage, the one in front twisted his neck and his eyes were wide open, and the people in the back stood on tiptoe, stretching his neck to see the demeanor of Bai Gongzi, the head of the white case.

"Bai Gongzi, Bai Case Leader?"

"That's right, it's him, the son of the Bai family, who can speak at the age of one, can poetry at the age of six, and became a sensation in the Xiucai test at the age of fifteen, won the first place, and is about to participate in the county's lifting test this year. ”

"Bai Gongzi is here, no matter how big the fire is, it has to be extinguished. Last time, the mountains and forests caught fire, and the power was much more powerful than this, and there was no way for the public to do it. It was not extinguished by a small poem by Bai Gongzi. ”

"Our children, if they can have one-tenth of Bai Gongzi's talent, even if it is one percent, I will burn high incense. ”

"Come on, that Bai Gongzi is the Wenqu star in the sky, what is your house?"

Bai Zicong was dressed in white, because he was still young, his stature was not very high, but his face was like white jade, his eyes were like black paint, listening to everyone's discussions, his mouth couldn't help but tilt up slightly, revealing a proud smile.

A few small guys took advantage of everyone's discussion, and they didn't know where to move out a desk, pens, ink, paper, inkstones, pen washes, paperweights and other things were readily available.

Bai Zicong held a full wolf pen stained with ink, and looked at the raging fire and pondered for a while.

Just when the ink on the tip of the pen was about to drip off, I suddenly felt something in my heart, and my face showed joy.

The black pen strokes over the white paper, leaving inky marks. Horizontal and vertical skimming, between the square inches to form a square word that seems to have special magic, horizontal and vertical, ring fat and thin.

Yugeko

Egret flies in front of the Cisse Mountain,

Peach blossom flowing water mandarin fish fat.

Green hats, green lily clothes,

The slanting wind and drizzle do not have to return.

Bai Zicong's words are very beautiful, the structure is symmetrical, the pen is powerful, and his poems are also very beautiful, everyone seems to see a fisherman wearing a lily coat and a bamboo hat on his head is fishing by the waterside in front of Xisai Mountain, and the egret is flying sideways.

The slanting wind and drizzle, the indescribable poetic and picturesque.

One inch!

Two inches!

Three inches!

A white Wen Qi rose from the paper raft, and it was very easy to be more than three inches high, but there was still strength to see the Wen Qi, and it stopped at a position of four inches in the nervous eyes of everyone.

Four inches of style!

Poetry into Wen County!

Smell the county poems!

Although Bai Zicong's poem is only the first work, it is famous enough to be famous in a county. As it is recited, the poem's fame spreads and it will surely reach Wenjun.

Not to mention a fifteen-year-old talent, even a lot of people who have studied hard and studied all their lives may not be able to write a masterpiece with a four-inch style.

That's a remarkable achievement.

Wow!

Everyone looked at Bai Zicong with reverence.

Bai Zicong's face was indifferent and calm, without any joy, as if he had done something casual. But the bulging green tendons on the back of his hands and the excitement that couldn't be hidden from the corners of his eyes betrayed his mood at this time.

Call!

As the air Chinese qi gathered, the wind suddenly rolled up, and white rain lines fell from the sky.

The green tiles on the house were moistened by raindrops, and they looked extraordinarily shiny. Even the willow branches on the side of the road are becoming more and more green. Looking at the lively crowd, they didn't hide, and let the drizzle get wet on their bodies.

"It's raining, it's raining!"

"This fire has been saved!"

With the advent of the slanting wind and drizzle, the flames that rushed to the sky suddenly stagnated, and the flames in the air were instantly suppressed, and everyone's sight suddenly cleared, and the huge courtyard was burned clean by a fire, leaving only a few broken walls.

The fire was finally extinguished, and everyone breathed a long sigh of relief in their hearts.

As long as the primer is cleaned up to avoid recurrence, you can rest easy.

When I was old, I looked at the courtyard with only broken walls left, and I kept sighing.

Fire and water are merciless, fire and water are merciless.

When he was still young and his eyes were rolling, he was thinking again about whether there were precious things such as gold and silver preserved in the ruined walls.

Bai Zicong's chin rose, the folding fan in his hand opened, swaying slightly, looking at the fire with an arrogant face, and there was a kind of pride in his eyes that could not be hidden.

"Bai Gongzi Cai!"

"Bai Gongzi Cai!"

"Bai Gongzi Cai!"

One after another spontaneously cheered, happiness can be infected, the faces of the people in the entire alley were full of smiles, and some people were even more happy to throw the water scoop and wooden bucket in their hands into the sky.

On the few remaining ruins in the courtyard, the long poem "Fire" written by Situ suddenly emitted a red glory.

Chushan is through the moon fire, and the great drought is lifted.

The old custom burns the dragon, and the panic causes thunderstorms.

Burst into the charm and cry, and the frost was gloomy.

Luo Luo is boiling, and the roots are eternal.

The green forest is ashes, and the clouds have nowhere to go.

The night is very impressive, and the new autumn shines on the cow girl.

The wind blows the flames, and the river soars into the pillars of smoke.

The vulgar burns Kunlun, and the light fills the continent.

The fishy snake is scorched, and the roar haunts the tiger.

The fetish has flown high, and there is no stone or earth to be seen.

Ernin wants to slander, and he is close to insulting with this.

The chief of the thin customs is worried, and he is even ignorant of the master.

Whoever moves far away will be afraid of the ring.

Sweating and lying in the river pavilion, the deeper breath is like wisps.

A trace of red light condensed into bright red flames, swaying in the air.

Rumble!

It was as if a monster was completely enraged, and the sound of snakes and tigers roaring came from the remaining primer, and thick sparks flew in all directions. A long fiery snake snaked and crawled, turning its path into a fire again.

"This... ”

Everyone looked at it in disbelief, but in the blink of an eye, the fire went straight to the bullfight again.

The remaining houses began to collapse one by one because the main beams were burned to ashes, and the sparks and dust flew everywhere, looking like fireflies under the night sky.

Bai Zicong looked at the increasingly fierce fire, and the smug look on his face disappeared.

He felt as if his face had been slapped, unspeakably hot.

I don't know if it's because of the flame barbecue, or because of the rolling of qi and blood, Bai Zicong's face suddenly turned red, and there was an indescribable shame and anger in his eyes.

The rain was still dripping, but the burning flame showed no sign of extinguishing, but seemed to add fuel to the fire, and the burning became more and more vigorous.

"This is not a mortal fire. ”

At this time, even stupid people can see the strangeness of this fire, and the fire is too fierce, and there is a sound of tiger and snake roaring, it must be someone deliberate.

"Witchcraft, it must be witchcraft. ”

"There must be a demon entering the city. ”

Several older people, looking at the fire with some horror, shouted in trembling voices.

Warlocks who are not recognized by the imperial court are demons. The spells they actually use are hexics.

Ordinary people are resistant and afraid of witchcraft and demons.

When the people around heard the old man's shout, their faces couldn't help but change greatly, and they were even more timid, so they ran home with the barrel in their hands.

Bai Zicong's face remained unchanged, he was not an ignorant country man.

Naturally, he can distinguish between witchcraft and temperament.

In this fire, he felt the unique fluctuation of the tone.

The slanting wind and drizzle fell, and the flames were not only not extinguished, but there was also a tendency to intensify, and there was only one possibility, that is, the level of the other party's poems was higher than his own.

But how is this possible?

Bai Zicong's face was suspicious, and his eyes were even more suspicious.

He is the head of the new branch in Zhibei County, and under the master and the political master, who can surpass himself in poetry?