Chapter 163: Match 2

This sentence by sentence, every line of poetry can be called a classic, Luo Buzhi Tie blushed and quickly flipped through Hongling's poems, the more he turned his face darker, the more he turned his hands, the more he trembled, the belief in his heart collapsed in an instant, and the disbelief between his eyebrows and eyes reached the highest point in history.

Hong Ling naturally knew why he was like this, you must know that the poems she recited were all written by great writers such as poets and poets, and it was natural for them to shock him, but the people in the audience didn't know what Luo didn't know, just looking at him trembling and holding the poems, it should be countless.

After a long time, Luo Buzhi could not recover from this blow, and the master waited patiently for a long time, but saw that he was alone in the stare at the manuscript, so he immediately asked: "I don't know, I haven't counted yet?" ”。

Luo Buzhi was yelled at by this, and came back to his senses again and again, and then muttered: "I lost ......."

The master was slightly surprised, to say that this Luo is not knowledgeable, although he is arrogant, but he is indeed a talented person, especially he has always regarded himself very high as his talent, can make him admit defeat so easily, how shocking should this red shopkeeper's poem be to be shocked?

Hearing Luo Buzhi's words, the audience with the tip of his ears exploded.

"Luo Gongzi completely admitted defeat?!"

"What! How could Luo Gongzi lose!? ”

"Isn't this red shopkeeper threatening Mr. Luo?"

"Is the Red Shopkeeper's poem really that good? You can win all the victories of Luo Gongzi! ”

……

People chattered eagerly and discussed, Luo Buzhi only felt that the thin skin on his face seemed to have been torn off in public, and his face was hot, so he immediately wanted to drop the poem manuscript in his hand and leave, but was grabbed by the master who saw the clue.

"Since you've all conceded defeat, at least you have to know where you're losing."

With that, he pressed him to his seat, and then slowly took down the manuscript of the poem in his hand and read it carefully.

It doesn't matter if you read this, the glimmer in the old master's eyes suddenly brightened amazingly, these poems are really breathtakingly wonderful, reading these poems, the master has only one thought at the moment, that is: die without regrets.

The master looked at the poem manuscript in his hand, and the appreciation and admiration in his eyes looked at Hongling at a glance, "Childe, this poem is really wonderful!" ”。

Hearing the praise of the master, who had always been calm, he was so appreciative, but he whetted the appetite of everyone in the hall, and he didn't know who was the first to take the lead, but he could only hear one after another shouting: "Sing!" Sing hymns! Sing hymns! ”。

Forced by everyone's enthusiasm, the old master slowly put it carefully on the table after reading the poem, bowed carefully to Hongling, and returned to his position.

Seeing this situation, the guy in the store looked at Hong Ling again and again, and Hong Ling slowly waved her hand and said, "Then come up and read."

After the words fell, the guy went on the stage one after another and carefully read Hongling's poem to everyone.

"Good rain knows the season, when spring happens.

Dive into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.

The wild trails are dark, and the river boats are bright.

Xiao looks at the red wet place, and the flowers are heavy in the official city. ”

……

"Zhao Keman, Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming.

The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a shooting star.

Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles.

Brushing off the clothes and going away, hiding deep with the name.

Idle over the letter tomb drink, take off the sword and kneel forward.

will scorch Zhu Hai and persuade Hou Huan.

Three cups of Turannuo, Wuyue is light.

After the eyes are dazzled and the ears are hot, the spirit is born.

Saving Zhao with the golden mallet, Handan was shocked first. ”

……

"Looking horizontally as a peak on the side of the ridge,

There are different heights and distances.

I don't know the true face of Lushan,

It's just because I'm in this mountain. ”

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With the appearance of good poems one after another, everyone listened to it with fascination, and there were also voices of criticism and criticism, and some were praise one after another.

Luo Buzhi also gradually came out of his self-pity and self-pity, and followed everyone to carefully read Hongling's poems, this word and sentence, are all unattainable heights, reading that he was fortunate to be able to meet such a young talent, the sadness in his heart subsided slightly, and even in the end, he was no longer obsessed with his own wins and losses, but because he knew the hero with his eye, so pestering him to compete with himself in order to have such an experience and feel happy.

Hong Ling looked at everyone's expressions, and felt a little empty in her heart, fortunately, these great writers are not owned by this other world, and only by stealing other people's achievements can she have today's victory, so after slightly hooking the corners of her mouth, Hong Ling silently apologized carefully to many famous artists.

In the midst of Hong Ling's imagination and everyone's quiet enjoyment, it took the guy about half an hour to read Hong Ling's poem carefully, but everyone was still immersed in their own shock and couldn't come back to their senses, especially the master and Luo Buzhi, who seemed to stay in the chair.

In the silence, the guy coughed lightly, which brought the thoughts of many people back to reality.

Hong Ling sat up slightly, holding her chin rather tiredly and looking at the master sitting in the referee's seat, and asked slowly, "Master, how is it?" ”。

The master slowly got up from the chair, took a few steps to Hong Ling's side, bowed very respectfully, and then looked at Hong Ling with blazing eyes and said: "Hong Gongzi's talent is simply shocking, the old man really admires, and I hope that I will have the opportunity to learn poetry with Hong Gongzi in the future."

Hongling waved her hand generously and said slowly: "The master has won the award, some small poems are just some small poems, not enough to worry about."

Speaking of this, the master pulled Luo Buzhi in front of Hong Ling, and said slowly: "This kid is considered to have been taught in front of Hong Gongzi today, and in the future, I don't know, how should you deal with Hong Gongzi?" ”。

Luo Buzhi was questioned by the master like this, and immediately panicked, and said again and again: "I really have no eyes in the next, and I actually questioned the talent of the red boy, which really made the red boy laugh, and now the name of the first genius in Xia Nanzhao will change hands immediately, and I will never dare to call myself the first in the future, I just hope that the red prince will not be too general with the next one, and he is willing to gamble and lose, and he is willing to wait for the red boy to send."

Hongling couldn't help but admire in her heart, this Luo Buzhi really met a good master, who could correct and teach him like this, and he was not as domineering as Luo Luoyu at all, so Hongling had a little good impression of Luo Buzhi, but couldn't help but think that if Luo Luoyu could have half of the goodness of this Luo Buzhi, he would not have made such a trouble with himself.

Thinking of this, Hongling slowly helped Luo Buzhi up, and said slowly: "I just want to thank Luo Gongzi for having such a good business", as she spoke, Hongling bowed carefully to everyone and said with a smile: "Thank you for your support today!" ”。