The long river is like a jade belt passing through the city, the river surface is filled with water vapor, like a layer of extremely light mist, the willow green silk on both banks hangs down, and countless people are crowded on the bank.

On the edge of the sandbar, everyone on the dragon boat stood up.

On the high-rise building of the black tile, the prefect of Yuhai recited a memorial to the sages, representing the official opening of the dragon boat race.

"Raise the flag!" shouted Shazhou.

The drummers on the five dragon boats held the red flag together, and the last time it was reinforced, to prevent the red flag from falling during the dragon boat race.

"Drumming!" the man shouted again.

The five drummers beat the drums together, the drums beat neatly, and the sound was deafening, and the crowd on both sides of the strait cheered again, so that the two little ears of the slave fell to block the sound.

"Let's get started. "Money is humane.

The man from the second dragon boat sat down and began to study the ink.

Fang Yun had just finished studying the ink, and before he could lift the pen, he heard someone in the crowd exclaim.

"The No. 1 dragon boat is talented! It's still rising. ”

Fang Yun immediately looked at the No. 1 dragon boat where the Qingguo people were, and under the shroud of the official seal power, he saw that the page in front of Shi Dehong, a disciple of Shijun, gave birth to an orange light of talent, which was constantly increasing, and now it was more than a foot, reaching the standard of leaving the county.

Xiucai in front snorted coldly and said, "They really prepared for it, I'm afraid it took a few months to write the draft, and they have been thinking about it in their hearts, but they have never written it." ”

Xiucai on the No. 3 dragon boat on the side sighed lightly: "I am worthy of being a disciple of Shijun, and I may not be able to write a poem out of the county in my lifetime." ”

"They are surrounded by no foreign enemies, and they are naturally good at writing this kind of wind and snow. If we are allowed to write about boats and ships, we will write war poems with the title of dragon boats and warships, and the literary style may not be as good, but it can drive more heaven and earth vitality, how can we lose to them!"

"Stop talking nonsense and start writing!"

The talent on the paper in front of Shi Dehong continued to increase, and when he wrote the whole poem, his talent was one foot seven, and he was only three inches away from arriving at the house, which was amazing.

Shi Dehong smiled slightly, then glanced at the dragon boats of Fang Yun and other Jingguo people, and found that no one had started writing, so he recited his poem by himself: "The Jade River is worth the Dragon Boat Festival......"

He only read one sentence, and then he found that everyone looked behind him, and he saw that the talent on the paper of the half-saint disciple Yan Yukong was growing at a faster rate.

On the black tile high-rise building, Feng Zimo, the monarch of the palace, saw Yan Yukong's poems with the official seal, Yan Yukong wrote a sentence, and he read a sentence.

Some of the surrounding officials were silent, and some praised them twice, no one would belittle them, even if Yan Yukong was an enemy countryman, and the half-saint disciples were not something they could attack casually, not to mention that Yan Yukong's writing was excellent, and his talent would not deceive people.

When Yan Yukong put away the pen, the two-foot-one-inch tall talent appeared on the page in front of him.

"Shicheng Dafu!"

The Jingguo people on both sides of the strait let out a long sigh, and the willow branches swayed, as if they were blown up by the sighs of everyone.

The Qingguo people on the No. 1 dragon boat were happy, and the talent of just the two of them was four feet.

The other four people in Qingguo immediately started writing, and everyone was churning in front of them, one wrote poems and three people wrote words, and after writing, the talent of the entire dragon boat was combined, and it was as much as five feet and seven inches.

Subsequently, the talent of the No. 1 dragon boat hooked the vitality of heaven and earth, and a faint cyan light emerged from the dragon boat, and this faint light was the force that urged the dragon boat to drive later.

"Last year, the first round of poetry of Qingguo's team was only four feet six, but I didn't expect there to be so many more this year. ”

The Qingguo people on the other four dragon boats sighed, not to write, not to write, for fear that the writing would be too bad and even lose face.

Fang Yun found that there was something wrong with the expressions and actions of several people in the No. 2 Dragon Boat, and they were obviously suppressed by the momentum of the Qingguo people, even if these people had prepared the poems before, they all needed to be slightly changed, and the momentum was gone, and it was very likely that the poems would be changed in a mess.

The dragon boat race focuses on the cooperation of six people, and the momentum of the remaining five people is gone, even if Fang Yun writes a talented four-foot-tall Zhenguo poem, he will definitely lose.

Fang Yun took a deep breath and said, "Fellow writers, if we are defeated by Qingguo, then the literati of Jingguo will bear the stigma of eighteen consecutive defeats, even if we win next year, my Jingguo will never be able to get rid of it! Qingguo's talent is five feet seven, as long as our dragon boat has five feet eight talent, we can overpower them! I alone occupy two feet five, and the five of you dare to divide the remaining three feet three?"

Two feet away, you will have the opportunity to go to the "Holy Way" in the future.

The five people in front of them turned around together, looked at Fang Yun in surprise, and saw the resolute look on his face, and they were immediately encouraged!

"It's just six inches of talent per person!

"We're going to make up three feet three!"

"You can't lose this battle!"

The momentum of the five people was high, sweeping away the haze brought to them by the Qingguo people before.

Shi Dehong, the disciple of the poet, laughed and said, "The people of Jingguo are really rampant! Do you think that the poem is so easy to write? A show dares to shout like this, you are simply mader than the first madman Yi Zhishi!"

Qian Juren turned his head and said: "The words and arrows of the Qingguo people are really getting more and more powerful, but it's a pity that now they are writing poems and lyrics, not more than lip service." When we win the brocade flag of the Dragon's Head Bridge, you will naturally know that it is you who are crazy, not us!"

"I'm waiting! If you can win the first place, I, Shi Dehong, will eat all the dragon heads of the five dragon boats!"

The Jingguo people of the No. 2 dragon boat ignored Shi Dehong, picked up the pen and began to write slowly.

Fang Yun did not participate in the quarrel, first wrote down the name of the word plate "Huanxi Sha", and then added the word "Dragon Boat Festival".

A group of officials in the black-tiled high-rise building not far away immediately became excited.

"Fang Shuangjia has started writing!"

"Zimo, what did he write?"

"Huanxi Sand Dragon Boat Festival"!"

"He's writing again, read it. ”

"You ...... I'll just read it. Light sweat is slightly transparent, and the Ming Dynasty Dragon Boat Festival baths in Fanglan. The fragrance is greasy and full of Qingchuan ......"

The scene of the woman playing in the Dragon Boat Festival jumped in front of her eyes, especially the flowing incense was greasy, quite novel, the fat powder water after the woman was washed and poured into the river, and naturally the fragrance was greasy and full of Qingchuan. ”

"This qi is rising even more rapidly than that Yan Yukong!"

The people on the second dragon boat continued to write poems, but the other people on the dragon boat watched Fang Yun together.

Yan Yukong, who was empty-eyed, his gaze fell on Fang Yun's body.

At this time, Fang Yun turned his head to glance at Yang Yuhuan and Zhao Zhuzhen on the boat, and the little fox immediately shook his little paw at Fang Yun.

Fang Yun smiled slightly, and continued to bow his head to write the second half of the words.

Feng Zimo Yuanjun upstairs continued to read: "The colored thread is lightly wrapped around the red jade arm, and the small talisman hangs obliquely on the green cloud mustache. The beauties have met for a thousand years. ”

One person stroked his palm and applauded: "The colors are bright, as in front of you." It turned out to be praising her child daughter-in-law, Jiangzhou Xishi. The color line is wrapped around the arm, so that she can not get sick and wet; the small charm matches the body, which can ward off disasters, write about her beauty, and also look forward to her being disease-free, and staying with the beautiful woman for thousands of years. The scene of the Dragon Boat Festival is written in the front, and the beauty is blessed with the things of the Dragon Boat Festival in the back, which is much smarter than the Yanyu Kong!"

Everyone nodded one after another, poetry must be affectionate after all.

Yang Yuhuan couldn't see or hear clearly, but just smiled at the rising talent in front of Fang Yun.

Waiting for Fang Yun to stop writing, Yang Yuhuan asked softly: "Sister Zhao, how many feet are Xiaoyun's poems? ”

Zhao Zhuzhen didn't care about Yang Yuhuan's revelation of her gender, and glanced at a lifter behind him, who immediately said: "Two feet and eight inches, the poem becomes a mansion, and it is seven inches more than that Yanyukong." ”

Zhao Zhuzhen asked, "What did he write?"

Ju Dao: "Let's row a boat, and when we go to the building where those prefects and court lords are located, someone will naturally tell us." ”

"Good. ”

The others continued to write poems, and the painting boat soon stopped on the shore downstairs, and one of them handed over the words written by Fang Yun.

Yang Yuhuan had just been literate for a short time, and he couldn't read it, but when he saw that it was Fang Yun's word, he liked it when he looked at it.

The slave stared at the word word by word, word by word, and his eyebrows fluttered.

Zhao Zhuzhen read softly: "Light sweat is slightly transparent and blue...... After the most lush, he lowered his head, looked at the river, and whispered repeatedly: "The beauties have seen each other for a thousand years, and the beauties have seen each other for a thousand years...... There was a faint sadness in his eyes.

After a while, she looked up at Fang Yun and said softly, "It is worthy of Fang Shuangjia, and his talent is amazing." Yuhuan, he wrote this word to you, you should remember it well. ”

"Huh, it's for me?" Yang Yuhuan was overjoyed.

"Boom!" the slave nodded with a smile.

Not long after Fang Yun finished writing "Huanxi Sha Dragon Boat Festival", all the other people in the same boat finished writing, none of these people's poems reached the level of one foot high out of the county, and they failed to reach three feet three together, but the poetry talent of Qian Juren reached more than nine inches, and he played extraordinarily.

In the end, Fang Yun's No. 2 dragon boat's talent turned out to be five feet nine inches, two inches higher than that No. 1 dragon boat, even people in the distance could tell the difference.

"The sky has eyes! My Jingguo can finally raise my eyebrows!"

"Jingguo will win!"

The crowd on both sides of the strait was boiling, and some literati even burst into tears, not expecting that after losing for 17 consecutive years, they would finally be able to win back a game.

Many people roared frantically, cheering for Fang Yun and the others on the No. 2 dragon boat.

Tong Li, who had made a bet with Fang Yun, stood at the head of the Longtou Bridge, clutching the stone railing with both hands, looking ahead in disbelief.

"Idiot! The dignified Shijun disciple plus the half-saint disciple is not even as good as a Fang Yun!

Someone on the side immediately shouted: "What country are you from? If you dare to slander Fang Yun, Lao Tzu will break your legs!"

"Someone is helping the people of Qingguo? who stands up!"

"Who dare! You're not you?"

"It's not me! You heard it wrong!" Tong Li hurriedly waved his hand again and again, frightened.

The people around looked at Tong Li a few times, and saw that he was dressed in a brocade robe, either rich or expensive, and he didn't do anything, one of them pointed at him and said: "If you dare to help the enemy country again, don't blame us for doing it!"

"Misunderstanding, it's all misunderstanding!" Tong Li hurriedly left, and several of his friends also hurriedly left.

The Qingguo people on the No. 1 dragon boat still had no change except for Yan Yukong, and the other five people were all in chaos.

"Who is that person, just a young Xiucai, how could he write Dafu's poems?"

"Could it be that Jingguo officials are cheating, so the talent is fake?"

"Highly likely!"

Na Yan Yukong said indifferently: "If what I expected is good, that person is the first child in Jingguo, Fang Yun, and now he should be the first talent." ”