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Fang Yun nodded and said: "I also know a little about this person's name, when he was showing his talent, he passed the second mountain, and after he passed the exam, he not only passed the third mountain to win Wenxin, but also passed the fourth mountain and stopped in front of the fifth mountain." I'm afraid he won the middle grade Wenxin. ”

Zhao Zhuzhen said worriedly: "If he only has a literary heart, I am not too worried." I suspect that his half-saint mentor sent him to other holy places to obtain a second heart after taking him on a tour of the world, in which case he would be too difficult to deal with. ”

"There are two literary hearts when you lift people?" Fang Yun was very surprised.

"Others can't do it, but the four great talents must be able to do it, and some geniuses of the half-saint family can also do it. But don't worry too much, after you become a lifter, you will definitely be able to pick up a literary heart when you enter the book mountain for the second time. ”

Fang Yun nodded, he didn't speak, he didn't know how to test people in the book mountain, and his heart was very unsteady.

After Qian Juren finished discussing with the others, he walked over and said, "Fang Shuangjia, we have already negotiated, you are in the back of the battle, and now you are going to leave for Zhouzhu in the river to prepare for the dragon boat race." ”

"Okay, let's go. ”

Zhao Zhuzhen said: "Then let's go to the painting boat below, where we can see clearly." ”

Fang Yun took Yang Yuhuan's hand and went downstairs to leave the Yuhe Tower and walk towards the place where the boat was parked on the bank of the river.

Along the way, there was the sound of selling things everywhere, which was extremely noisy, Zhao Zhuzhen saw that Yang Yuhuan had nothing, so he bought Yang Yuhuan colored threads to wrap around his wrists, and bought some cheap trinkets, Yang Yuhuan thanked them one by one.

There are many big girls and little daughters-in-law who don't go out on weekdays, and there is fragrant wind everywhere. Everyone squeezed all the way to the shore, and fine sweat appeared on the foreheads of Yang Yuhuan and Zhao Zhuzhen, and they took out handkerchiefs and wiped them gently.

Brushing aside the hanging willow branches, everyone came to the dock on the shore, Fang Yun and the others took a small boat to the sandbar in the river, while Zhao Zhuzhen, Yang Yuhuan and slaves got on the painting boat, standing on the side of the painting boat and watching Fang Yun and the others' boats sail towards the sandbank.

"Huh!" the slave shouted loudly in Yang Yuhuan's arms, waving his little paws at Fang Yun.

Fang Yun turned around when he heard the voice, and also waved his hand to the slave, but the slave suddenly jumped out of Yang Yuhuan's arms, jumped into the river, and swam towards Fang Yun's boat at a very fast speed.

Fang Yun couldn't cry or laugh, and waited for the slave to get close before he fished it up.

The slave immediately shook his body violently, and the water splashed, causing the people on the boat to laugh and dodge.

"Why are you here?" Fang Yun asked.

The slave looked at Fang Yun suspiciously, pointing at Fang Yun's hand, as if to say Didn't you wave my hand to let me come?

"Forget it, just stay here. Fang Yundao.

The boat stopped on the sandbar, and many people were already standing on it, and acquaintances hurriedly greeted each other.

Fang Yun's gaze swept over everyone, and he found that one person was extremely peculiar.

The man was no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed in a loose white robe, with black jade hair scattered behind his back, not like a polite man of letters, but like a prodigal son. His eyes were extremely empty, so empty that he reflected the heavens and the earth, but there was no half of a figure.

It was as if all the people in the world were not worthy of his attention.

The man blinked suddenly, slowly turned his head to look at Fang Yun, looked at Fang Yun seriously, and then slowly turned his head and continued to look at the sky.

Fang Yun felt that this person was really strange, he was obviously looking at himself, but his gaze was extremely empty, as if he was looking through himself to see that extremely distant place.

Fang Yun didn't care about the person, looked around, there were a total of five dragon boats here, each dragon boat was painted in the style of a yellow dragon on the outside, the boat body was narrow, almost two zhang long, and could seat more than a dozen people.

Each dragon boat has a raised dragon head in front of it, and the dragon head has a number on its neck.

Qian Juren took Fang Yun and the others to the No. 2 dragon boat.

There is a big drum behind the dragon head of the dragon boat, and a flag is erected on the drum, and Qian Ju said: "I don't need to beat the drum, I will ask a young man to beat the drum to strengthen my prestige, which is also a custom handed down from the previous dragon boat race." We just need to sit in the boat and write poems, and the more talent we arouse, the faster the boat will be. Look at that black-tiled high-rise building, the prefect and the court are there. ”

Fang Yun looked over and saw many officials standing upstairs looking here, Fang Yun only knew Feng Zimo, the monarch of the Fuwen Academy, and General Dinghai, who escorted him, as well as Uncle Fang Shouye, no one else knew it, Li Wenying was not there.

Fang Shouye was informal, waved to Fang Yun, and Fang Yun returned the salute.

The strong man in charge of beating the drum walked to the bow of the boat with a red flag, tied the red flag, and stood with drumsticks in each hand, as did the other four dragon boats.

Qian Juren and the others did not get on the boat, and walked to the direction where the No. 1 dragon boat was, and other people near the dragon boat also went together, standing behind Qian Juren and the others, and looked at the people on the side of the No. 1 dragon boat together.

The people on the side of the No. 1 dragon boat are all Qingguo people.

Qian Judao: "Fellow writers, there are still two quarters of an hour to leave the game at this time, and the old rules are still used, but who objects?"

A Qingguo with a confident smile said: "Naturally, the old rules are followed, and the Dragon Boat Wenhui will write poems related to the Dragon Boat Festival." Without further ado, let's settle on the poems first. On behalf of Qingguo, I decided that the words weapons and boats should not appear in the poems and texts of the dragon boat. ”

A Xiucai behind Fang Yun scolded in a low voice: "It's this trick again, soft egg!"

Fang Yun also knew that the so-called fixed poems and texts of Lu Dao were selected to not appear in the poems, Jingguo was demonic and barbaric on all sides, far more belligerent than Qingguo, once the battle scene and Dragon Boat Festival poems were combined, it was very likely to defeat Qingguo Dragon Boat, so every time Qingguo Ding's poems were restricted.

Qian Judao: "Then we will decide that in this poem, Yonghuai and the ancients shall not appear." ”

These words made the faces of several people in Qingguo worse, Qingguo's style of killing demons and destroying barbarians is not as good as Jingguo, but the style of writing is far stronger than Jingguo, if the poems that express feelings and miss the ancients are not allowed to be done, most of the people in Qingguo will be abolished.

Na Qingguo said with a smile: "Since those poems can't be written, then we can only write some beautiful scenery, no matter what, today is a festival, and it is appropriate to write these." However, you don't have to work too hard, because no matter how hard you try, you will lose to my Qingguo just like in the previous seventeen years!"

"You Qingguo people, don't be too arrogant!" one person couldn't help but shout.

Qian Juren stopped the man and said, "Shi Dehong, as a disciple of Shijun, you haven't learned much about the great talent of Lingshi, but you have learned a lot of Lingshi's arrogance!"

"Hahaha, I'm satisfied to be able to learn the arrogance of my teacher, Brother Xie Qian praised. Shi Dehong's expression suddenly changed, and he smiled contemptuously, "Although I am arrogant, I am only arrogant to the talents of your enemy country, and I still treat you with courtesy when I meet the Jinshi of your country." However, the people of your country are so mad that they can't see the saint, but a young man who can barely get on the table dares to compare with my teacher. There are still people clamoring to squeeze my mentor out of the position of the four great talents, and the mentor is already dissatisfied, how can I be polite to you! See you at the dragon boat race!"

Except for the person whose hair was scattered behind him, who was still indifferent, the other five Qingguo people all walked towards the dragon boat with angry faces.

Fang Yun was stunned, thinking to himself that this person was talking about me?

The others also went back to their respective dragon boats.

When he reached the edge of the No. 2 dragon boat, Fang Yun couldn't help but ask: "Brother Qian, fellow writers, I didn't say that I was on a par with Shijun, let alone squeezed him out of the position of the four great talents, how did he become like this?"

Qian Juren smiled nonchalantly: "Don't worry, it's just that someone said a few nonsense and was heard by the people of Qingguo, and the people of Qingguo are more serious." Besides, Shijun has only written one Zhenguo poem in total, except for Dafu and Mingzhou, he has more poems than you, except for becoming a university scholar in his twenties, he is not much better than you, why can't he be compared?"

Another Xiucai said: "That's right, Qingguo people really don't have a stomach, and they take the jokes after tea and dinner as the truth, and they can't even afford to make a joke." Fortunately, the poet is only a poet, if he becomes the first poet saint in the past, if we say a word, wouldn't he punish the nine clans?"

"Well said......"

Everyone, you and I defend Fang Yun, Fang Yun can't cry or laugh, it seems that these people have been pressed too hard by Qingguo, and finally there is a Jingguo person who is famous, so they can't help but compare it with Shijun.

Fang Yun doesn't blame them, this kind of person who protects his own people is better than someone like Tong Li who harms his own people.

There are pen, ink, paper and inkstones on board, so you don't need to prepare anything.

After Qian Juren finished speaking, he said to the other party: "The rules of the competition are very simple, after the start of the race, there is half an hour of time, each person can write a poem and song, half a quarter of an hour arrives, and the talent of each dragon boat appears." The more talented the dragon boat, the faster it travels. After the boat moves, everyone can write a poem again. This second poem tests talent and artistic conception, because the artistic conception of poetry and writing is also emphasized in 'Learning the Sea'. The people of Qingguo are too treacherous to write boats and weapons, so we can't write the artistic conception of fighting for the ferry, but they are also uncomfortable. ”

Fang Yun nodded, basically understood the purpose of both sides, and said: "I understand, but this is the first time I have participated in this kind of dragon boat race, can you tell me what kind of poems it is best to write." ”

Qian Judao: "Or write about the scenery of the Dragon Boat Festival, or write about the atmosphere of the Dragon Boat Festival, so that there will be basically no mistakes." ”

"Okay, let me think. Fang Yun lowered his head in contemplation, looking up at the surrounding scenery or the crowd from time to time to think.

Seeing that Fang Yun ignored him, the slave felt bored, so he screamed twice and jumped into the water, happily paddling towards the painting boat where Yang Yuhuan was.

Fang Yun looked at the painting boat with a smile and nodded lightly to Yang Yuhuan and Zhao Zhuzhen there.

At ten o'clock, Fang Yun immediately felt that the vitality between heaven and earth had changed, so he looked at the place where those officials were, and saw Feng Zimo, the head of the State Academy of Literature, and another person each holding an official seal, and the official seal was surging, forming a strange force that enveloped the section of the river from the sandbar to the Longtou Bridge.

The crowds on both sides of the strait erupted in terrifying shouts.

"God bless Jingguo!"

"Jingguo will win!"