Most of those who were pleaded for bowed their heads, and only a few were smiling and making no secret of their pride.

"Four, forget it, don't ask for it, this article will be just like life, it's a good thing to see others win, and you can laugh when you see others unlucky!" Chang Dongyun said.

"Chang Dongyun, you bastard, I invited you to drink for nothing back then!"

"After this meeting, I will invite you to drink two drinks!"

"I have no mercy at all!

"Crack it, crack it, it's better than being waste paper in front of Fang Yun. ”

Everyone who was not in the same group as Fang Yun laughed evilly at the same time.

Fang Yun shook his head with a smile and continued to look at Wentai.

The five people on the platform had already had a draft, and after the Wei family master gave an order, the five people picked up the pen and wrote.

As they write, the orange talent on the paper slowly increases.

After the five people finished writing, one person's poetry was one foot and one inch high, more than one inch out of the county.

The other four did not leave the county, and the person with the lowest talent was six inches.

"Alas......" the man sighed softly, bowed his hand to the crowd, and walked away, which meant that no one knew what he had written, which was tantamount to a complete failure.

Next, the head of the Wei family recited the poems of the four people one by one from the fourth place, and pointed out the names of the four people, so that the four people became famous.

After that, except for the first person, the other three left.

In the end, the head of the Wei family invited a Hanlin to come to the stage to comment on the seven-word quatrain of the person who ranked first, which attracted a lot of applause.

The second group of five scholars took the stage.

Group after group came on, and one after another left gloomily.

Fang Yun sympathized with every group of unknown fifth people, but he did not blame this elimination system, because the world was countless times more cruel than this Wenhui, and the small failures of the Wenhui were not even lessons, they were just small setbacks that everyone would encounter.

The people who participated in this literary meeting were all lifting people or jinshi, and in terms of talent and learning, jinshi far exceeded lifting people. But in terms of the talent and ability of poetry, there is not much difference between a person and a jinshi.

The theory of scripture and righteousness emphasizes learning, but poetry emphasizes talent.

Fang Yun had to admit that the scholars in Jingguo were too different from those big countries.

At the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15, the people of the ten countries came out, although there were no poems of Zhenguo, but Dafu and Mingzhou emerged in an endless stream, and the county would not cause any surprise.

But at this Chongyang Literary Conference, it was about to be the turn of the last group, and there was only one poem. Not even Narushu.

However, Fang Yun found another problem, there are very few famous talents who come to power today, and some of them are not in the capital, but many talents are on the top of this mountain, but they do not participate in this cultural meeting.

Fang Yun shook his head helplessly, understanding that those people were wise enough to protect themselves, for fear of falling into the dispute between himself and Nangong Daru, and even more afraid of falling into the dispute between the left seat and the right seat.

A Hanlin commented on the poems of the fourteenth group. Everyone walked down the platform, leaving only the head of the Wei family on it.

The Wei family master smiled and said, "Although the next words are unfair to other literary friends, I still have to say it. Ladies and gentlemen, are you tired of waiting? Then you don't have to wait, the last group of people will be on the field! Literati exemplars, four scholars of praise, leaders of the holy ruins, a state of cultural pressure, the eight top of the imperial examination, twelve articles of the holy journal, the cabinet walking, the first person in the world, Fang Yunfang Zhenguo, please go to the stage!"

There was thunder of joy.

Fang Yun got up and thanked all parties, and then walked quickly towards the Wentai with the other four people.

The four of them looked at Fang Yun together with resentment. I was sad like a child who had been robbed of a snack for a year in a row.

Fang Yun coughed lightly, bowed his hand slightly, and walked onto the stage. Walk to the fifth table.

The five of them stood still at the table, and one of them muttered in a low voice: "Legend has it that at that Mid-Autumn Festival literary meeting, there was a genius who hated Fang Yun to death, just because the master of ceremonies originally wanted to introduce that person, but Fang Yun's song "Water Tune Song Head" spread all over the world, covering up the name of that person, what that person wrote so far no one knows, I don't know how many tears have been shed! ”

"Don't be delusional, if we have a chance to resist, why bother pleading with those people. Look at the smiles of those people in the audience, I really want to jump Jade Mountain!"

"Let's write together, and dance together after writing!"

"Good!"

The four of them started writing together sadly and angrily, but only wrote one sentence, and the four of them looked up at the people under the stage at the same time, and found an even sadder thing, everyone was staring at Fang Yun alone!

Whether it was the Confucian or the scholar at the first table, or the women and children in the distance, even the white fox did not look at the four of them.

Even the head of the Wei family, who was presiding over the meeting, walked behind Fang Yun, and while watching Fang Yun write, he recited with his tongue, which was a treatment that no one could enjoy before.

"Don't write it!" A person put down his pen in grief and anger, hurriedly walked behind Fang Yun, and stretched his neck to look.

The other three looked at each other, silently made the same move, and walked behind Fang Yun together.

The head of the Wei family recites the title with his tongue blooming spring thunder: "September 9th Remembering the Brothers of the Holy Ruins......"

Fang Yun continued to write.

"Alone in a foreign land as a stranger......"

After the Wei family master finished reading, everyone saw that the orange and yellow talent rose from the paper, but it rose very little, only two inches, not only worse than many poetry geniuses in the world, even compared with other people in the Chongyang Literary Society.

"Jiang Lang is exhausted!" Xiao Guogong said in a low voice.

Lei Yuanting nodded with a smile.

Many people on the left side shook their heads and sighed, looking sorry.

On the other hand, the person on the right seat didn't say a word, staring at Fang Yun nervously.

Fang Yun slowly wrote down the second sentence, and the head of the Wei family also slowly recited it, and then everyone saw a strange scene that they had never seen before.

Every time Fang Yun writes a word, his talent rises by five inches, and his talent is not surging, it is like flying!

"I miss my family every festive season. ”

After the second sentence was written, the talent on the paper increased by three feet and five inches!

Most of the people were stunned by this terrifying growth of talent, and no one had ever seen such a vision.

"The legendary Zhenguo!" blurted out a jinshi.

But those with higher literary positions didn't care about this vision, but were thinking about this sentence "thinking of relatives every festival".

Wen Xiang Jiang Hechuan couldn't help muttering to himself: "There are thousands of poems about missing relatives, but they can't match the seven words of Fang Yun." ”

The truth and depth of the emotion of this sentence have reached the realm of returning to the basics. The rhetoric is far inferior to the song "Water Tune Song Head? When Will the Bright Moon Be There", but the feelings of longing in it are not inferior. is worthy of Fang Zhenguo, we have written thousands of poems, and we will never be able to write such sincere but simple verses. ”

"There is 'if the two love is long, how can it be in the morning and twilight', and then there is 'the bright moon on the sea, the end of the world at this time', and then there is 'I wish people a long time, thousands of miles together', a few days ago, it was out of'the clothes and belts gradually widened and did not regret it, and people were haggard for Yi', and today plus 'thinking of relatives every festival', Fang Yun's love is strong, I am afraid that it is unprecedented. ”

"If Cao Zhi is reincarnated, I'm afraid he will personally take off the 'Crown of Eight Buckets' and give it to Fang Yun. ”

In the midst of everyone's discussion, Fang Yun wrote a complete poem.

Alone in a foreign land as a stranger,

I miss my relatives every festive season.

Knowing the Brothers from afar,

There is one less person in the dogwood.

The talent broke through four feet and officially conquered the country.

Wen Xiang Jiang Hechuan got up and applauded slowly.

The rest of the people got up one after another, including the great Confucian Nangong Leng of the Martial Kingdom, and even Tong Luan, the squire of the military department whose grandson died due to Fang Yun, couldn't help but nod lightly.

For the third time, the audience stood up. (To be continued......)