In fact, Yang Xin also knew that Yang Xiao definitely didn't know the Hundred Flowers Fairy.

After all, the Hundred Flowers Fairy is a person from the Tenglong Dynasty, Yang Xiao has never been to the Tenglong Dynasty, how can he know the Hundred Flowers Fairy?

She's just a little upset.

At this time, on the stage, the voices of the two hosts sounded.

M: "This is the end of the free enrollment, and next, the Zhongyuan Conference will fight for martial arts, and it will begin." ”

Female: "The ring on the left is a literary fight, and the ring on the right is a martial fight." Next, invite the disciples recruited by the major sects to board the ring of literary competition. ”

A crowd of people came to the stage one after another.

Hundreds of people!

M: "The rules of the literary competition are very simple, you only need to recite poems and show your talents. ”

Female: "Then next, the dispute between Wendao and Dao will begin now." ”

Hundreds of people jumped to the tries.

There is no one who does not want to show themselves at such an opportunity.

M: "The first song, lovesickness." Lovesickness has existed since ancient times, everyone please start, the time is half an hour. ”

Obviously, this first poem is a poem about lovesickness.

The time was only half an hour, and everyone didn't dare to be sloppy, and immediately held their chins and thought about it.

"It's boring. ”

Yang Xin yawned and said.

Yang Xiao nodded slightly, he could understand why the Wendao of the Eternal Continent had declined.

Not only is it boring, but it's also not very ornamental.

The prosperity of martial arts and the decline of literature are doomed.

It's just that Wendao has been prosperous for thousands of years after all, and although it has declined now, it is also quite influential, and it is precisely because of this that the annual Zhongyuan Conference needs to carry out the battle of Wen.

It's just that as everyone looks down on Wendao more and more, I'm afraid that it won't take a few decades for the Zhongyuan Conference to completely eliminate the "cultural dispute".

"Xiao Xiaoxiao, I have heard of one thing, it is rumored that a genius of the Wen Dao appeared in the Eternal Continent decades ago, he was born with a waste of spiritual roots and could not cultivate martial arts, but he was extremely talented in the Dao of Wen. Do you know what happened to him?"

Yang Xin asked.

"How's it going?" Yang Xiao was curious.

It is said that this man liked to recite poetry, and he spent thirty years composing fifty poems, another thirty years composing thirty poems, and another thirty years composing nineteen poems. By the end of the day, he was ninety years old and had recited ninety-nine poems. ”

"And then?" Yang Xiao asked.

"There are two ways to say it. The first is that he had reached the end of his life, and when he was ninety years old, he died. ”

Yang Xin stretched out two slender jade fingers and explained: "The second theory is that he made the last poem before he died, and he wrote a total of 100 poems in this life. Xiao Xiaoxiao, which one do you believe?"

"Sister Yang Xin, which one do you believe?" Yang Xiao asked rhetorically.

"I believe in the second option. Yang Xin said: "Because after that, many people have seen him, and his deeds have been circulated." The sanctification of the Tao of literature is different from the sanctification of our martial arts, and now the martial arts of the ancient continent are prosperous, and it is not uncommon to sanctify the martial arts, but if it is sanctified by the text, I am afraid that it will absorb the cultural energy of the entire continent, and the saint of literature is more powerful and terrifying than the ordinary martial saints. ”

Yang Xiao was noncommittal.

Since Wendao has flourished in the Continent of Eternity for thousands of years, there must be a reason for his prosperity, Wendao is not as simple as literati chanting poems and lyrics, but has real lethality.

Spit out a word to fix the world, it's not just a matter of blowing and playing......

didn't say much about it, Yang Xiao and Yang Xin then set their eyes on the ring again.

Now, half a quarter of an hour has passed, and everyone has come up with their own poems or lyrics.

But they are all a group of crooked melons and cracked dates, and there is not much literary content.

Moreover, the king of the Tenglong Dynasty was not killed on the first day, and many young people with strong talents did not write poetry at all.

In their eyes, the bard is just an incompetent waste thing to do, and they disdain to do it.

What they advocate is absolute martial arts!

Therefore, this prime minister's lovesickness did not end perfectly.

M: "Based on some evaluation, we got the results. ”

Female: "The person who won the top spot in this round of literary competition is a disciple of the Flower Sect, and she composed a poem of lovesickness, and the title of the poem is only two words: lovesickness. ”

He: "Xiao Niang's face is thin and difficult to cry, and the tip of the peach leaf eyebrows is easy to feel sad." The world is divided into three bright moonlit nights, and the two scoundrels are Yangzhou. ”

The subdued voices of the two hosts echoed in the venue.

Yang Xiao's eyes suddenly widened?

What's that?

Isn't this the seven unique poems written by the Tang Dynasty poet Xu Ning?

How so?

In an instant, countless speculations appeared in Yang Xiao's mind!

However, at this moment, not far away, a female voice suddenly sounded: "This poem is plagiarism!

"Auntie?"

Yang Xin's eyelids jumped, how could she not hear it, this voice was made by her aunt Yang Yuqiong!

I saw Yang Yuqiong wearing a pale cyan long skirt and walked out of the crowd, with a loud voice: "This poem was created by Yang Xiao of my Yang family, and it was written on a lantern at that time, is it appropriate for your Huazong to plagiarize it like this?"

"Uh......"

The two hosts were forced to speak by this sudden questioning.

"Where is the Yang Xiao you are talking about?"

A woman in a flower dress walked up to Yang Yuqiong's side and asked.

"Little nephew, come here!"

Yang Yuqiong beckoned to Yang Xiao from afar.

"Wow, Xiao Xiaoxiao, you are still composing poetry, amazing!"

Yang Xin exclaimed incredulously.

She noticed the change in Yang Xiao's expression just now, and she was still puzzled what happened to Yang Xiao suddenly, it turned out that this was the reason.

Yang Xiao walked forward.

"You are Yang Xiao?"

The woman in the floral dress and the queen of the queen asked.

"Exactly. Who are you?"

Yang Xiao nodded and asked.

"I'm a disciple of the Flower Sect, Red Aya. Did you really write this poem?"

Red Aya asked, squinting her eyes.

Yang Xiao didn't answer her question, but asked her with a smile: "Could it be that this poem was not created by your Huazong disciples?"

"I see. ”

The red silk mantis tapped its head, then raised its eyes, looked at Yang Xiao and said, "Join my Flower Sect, I will ensure that you will have no worries for the rest of your life." ”

As soon as these words came out, the audience fell silent.

It was really the silence of the entire Zhongyuan Conference!

Almost everyone was stunned.

Want a man to join a flower sect that only recruits female disciples?

Yang Xiao was also slightly stunned, he didn't expect Hong Aya to say such a thing.

But he still directly refused: "Sorry, I'm not interested." ”

"Yang Xiao, you should know that since the founding of my Flower Sect, I have only recruited three or four men, and each of them is a well-known existence in the Hundred Dynasties Domain, and even in the entire Eternal Continent, you don't want to be ignorant. Red Aya said with a calm face.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not really interested. ”

After speaking, Yang Xiao turned around and left.

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Today's update is a little later.

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