Chapter 162: The Competition

After sorting out the chaotic guests, the whole lobby finally looked a lot brighter and broader, Hongling nodded with satisfaction, Luo Buzhi was very angry, now like this, he has become a tool for them to collect money, if this is transmitted back to his father's ears at that time, there will definitely be a scolding, but now, he is also in a dilemma, there is really no other way.

Hongling looked at Luo Buzhi with a sideways face, and the corners of her mouth were hooked provocatively, "How is it?" Does Luo Gongzi want to have a cup of tea to rest? ”。

"You!"

Luo Buzhi gritted his teeth, squinted his eyes, and squeezed out such a word from between his teeth, Hongling smiled proudly, and then hugged her arms to her chest, looking out of the door quite chivalrous, looking forward to Luo Buzhi's subordinates bringing the master earlier.

"By the way, Luo Gongzi, just now you said that the rules of the game are made by me, shouldn't they change?"

Luo Buzhi's face was blue and white for a while, Rao is red shopkeeper has already taken advantage of the time and place, and he actually handed over the right to make rules without paying attention, which is really a disaster

It's just that......

Fortunately, his strength is excellent, and this kind of competition is naturally out of his mind, so Luo Buzhi pretended to be calm and spread his hands, and said with a smile: "The gentleman is hard to chase, since he promised you, it will be formulated by you, but I hope that Hong Gongzi will think clearly, if it is too outrageous, even if I agree, these people watching the battle will not agree."

Hong Ling's eyes rolled, the corners of her mouth were curled, and she bit her lower lip, her eyes were full of light, without the slightest concealment.

"In that case, I'll go up and work out the rules of the game with the rest of the people."

With that, Hong Ling shook her hand, left Luo Buzhi at the door, and strode towards the center of the ring.

"Listen to me, everybody!"

When Hong Ling gave an order, everyone looked sideways, with some doubt and curiosity in their eyes.

I saw Hongling confidently raised her eyebrows at Luo Buyi, and then loudly announced to everyone present: "The specific rules of today's competition are as follows: I and Luo Buzhi, Luo Gongzi competed on the same stage, composing poems within the specified time, who wrote more and wrote better, until the time stopped, the two stopped writing at the same time, and then counted each other as a reference, and then mixed the poems of the two, and then let everyone enjoy and judge in turn, according to the highest ten points and the lowest zero points for each poem, and finally the vote count, the person with the most accumulated points wins."

After Hong Ling finished speaking, there were still many ordinary people in the venue who couldn't understand the rules, so Hong Ling asked the shopkeeper Liu to write down the rules carefully, copied several copies, and posted them in the crowd.

After reading the rules, many literati have begun to be amazed, so that they can not only enjoy more poems, but also avoid the risk of cheating, and in the process of scoring, every time they can directly see the two of them a few taels of water clearly, this method of scoring is even more interesting, much more interesting than the average competition friends.

Hongling was very satisfied with everyone's reaction, so she beckoned, called Luo Buzhi to the stage, and introduced to everyone: "This is Luo Gongzi who came to my Lingxiao Tower to kick the gym today, I believe that the big guys already know each other, so I won't introduce more."

After that, Hong Ling guided Luo Buzhi to sit down, not long after sitting down, there was a bustle outside the door, Hong Ling looked curiously, only heard a lot of "master" sounded, Hong Ling repeatedly called people to go to greet him, and after half a moment's effort, the master was led to the center of the lobby.

This master is not the master who taught Hongling at the beginning, he looks more serious, and the look between his eyebrows and eyes seems to be full of impersonal feelings and unsmiling, seeing this master, Luo Buzhi's face turned green all of a sudden.

This master is none other than the master himself, who has taught him since he was a child, if he doesn't know who he is most afraid of since he was a child, this master is the number one candidate.

Now that I have to face such an unfavorable situation, I also have to compose poems in front of the people I am most afraid of, isn't this a big knife in front of Guan Gong?

Under such pressure, Luo Buzhi gradually felt a little dizzy, excited, and even the words were a little unclear, you must know that this master is good at everything, only one thing, that is, he likes to kill acquaintances, and the closer people are, the more ruthless they are, and he is a very death-conscious person, and no one dares to reason with him.

Because those who tried to reason with him ended badly.

"Master, Master, the student has seen the Master"

Luo Buzhi bowed in front of the master in a low voice, his face was extremely ugly and reluctant, unlike Luo Buzhi, Hongling only bowed slightly and nodded, which was regarded as a salute.

The old master didn't embarrass the two of them much, only slowly said "um-", then sat down with his sleeves brushed up, Hongling raised her eyebrows and signaled Xiuxiu, Xiuxiu stepped forward again and again, handed over a piece of rule paper to the master, and carefully explained the rules of the game.

The master pinched his beard and nodded slightly, then raised his head and swept indifferently over the two people on the stage, and the old voice slowly said, "Since everything is ready, let's start."

After the words fell, Luo Buzhi and Hongling were placed on the table in turn, the four treasures of the study and enough rice paper, Xiuxiu put an incense burner on the master's case, "The timer begins!" The words fell, and the incense was lit.

Hong Ling glanced sideways at Luo Buzhi, only to see him sitting on the desk, writing very carefully, Hong Ling leisurely dipped in ink, and then went through the Tang and Song poems in turn.

Poetry in the heart, roughly this is the scene at this time.

The onlookers were a little puzzled, seeing that Luo Gongzi had written two poems one after another, but Hong Gongzi had never moved his mind, seeing this, the crowd couldn't help but sigh one after another, "This red boy is destined to be no match for Luo Gongzi at first glance, and there is really no suspense in this competition."

Hearing this, the corners of Hong Ling's mouth hooked slightly, and then she quickly began to write, her movements were smooth, like a pen moving at will, without thinking at all, compared with Luo Buzhi who stopped a sentence on his side, it was like an emotionless writing machine, and when Luo Buzhi wrote the fourth sheet, Hong Ling overtook him.

The master held his hand and carefully observed the appearance of the two of them composing poems, compared with the two, Luo Buzhi obviously looked much more serious and careful than Hongling, but this red shopkeeper was too unthinking about composing poems, and the master frowned solemnly when he looked at it.

I have been a master for many years, and only when a student memorizes the correct answer can I write so smoothly and without thinking, but this is a temporary creation topic, isn't this red shopkeeper already prepared a poem to compete with Luo Buzhi?

Thinking of this, a cold light of indifference flashed in the old master's eyes, and he made a slight decision in his heart.

With the passage of time, Luo Buzhi's creation gradually slowed down, on the other hand, Hongling's movements did not slow down with time, but instead had a posture of writing more and more intensely.

Luo Buyi frowned slightly and glanced at Hongling, a drop of sweat quietly slipped down from his forehead, he licked his dry lips, gritted his teeth very unwillingly and continued to write, but now he has written almost twenty poems, and he really has some Jiang Lang's posture.

But the red boy on the side didn't seem to be bothered by the difficulties of exhausted creativity, and still wrote one by one without changing his face.

If you want to ask Hongling if she is tired, Hongling will naturally shout without hesitation: Tired!

But at this time, he was writing to form an inertia, if he stopped, his obsessive-compulsive disorder would definitely attack, and he had already made up his mind, he must write until fifty poems before stopping, and now it is just over half, and the incense is only half a column left, no matter what, he must hold on, so that he can comfort himself a little bit that he does not particularly take advantage of any Luo Buzhi Gongzi.

Thinking of this, the corners of Hongling's mouth raised proudly, these poems have been memorized since childhood, and they have long been engraved in their bones, even if they don't use their brains, their hands can remember, although this is not their original hands, but Liu Ling'er's original body is also very soft, so it is very convenient to use them.

The master pinched his beard and looked at Hongling seriously, at such a tense moment, he could still laugh, but his hands did not slow down at all because the corners of his mouth were exposed.

If the poems made by such people are not the ancient poems of the previous dynasty, then it is really quite curious......

The time of a stick of incense is fleeting, and after a while, the incense will burn to the bottom, with the old master's order, the two of them stopped writing together, Hongling put down the pen and ink, breathed a long sigh of relief, as if quite regretful looked at the master, and then blew his poems together.

Luo Buzhi looked back and saw that the poem manuscript in Hongling's hand was so much thicker than his own, so he immediately gasped, and then immediately comforted himself: "He just writes a lot, and he may not be able to compare with his own quality."

Thinking of his own poems, Luo Buzhi settled down a little, fortunately, the poems he wrote today can be regarded as a super-level performance, compared with this reckless man, he was very sure at that time.

Hong Ling took the lead in counting her poems: "Fifty!" ”。

Luo Buzhi was slightly stunned, and slowly pinched a dozen poems in his hand, this dozen manuscripts don't need to be counted at all, and when he couldn't hold back the poems, he had already counted seven or eight times silently, and said: "Thirty."

Then Hongling took the lead in coming out from behind the table, exchanged the poems in her hand with Luo Buyi, and counted them carefully according to the rules, "Thirty!" ”。

Luo Buzhi's face stiffened the moment he got the manuscript of Hongling's poem.

"When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky"

"Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon"

"Good rain knows the season, when spring happens"

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