Zhang Shuyuan told Ye Yutian that today is the day of the literary competition in Zuimenglou.

Whoever wins will be able to see the moon and spend a wonderful night with it.

Yunxiu City is a land of books and ink, and there are talented people everywhere.

Ye Yutian couldn't help but be in trouble.

If it's about fighting, you can go up and fight.

Can Nima be better than Wencai?

Ye Yutian can't even use calligraphy, how can this be played?

At this time, a woman dressed in pink appeared on the second floor and suddenly met the wolf howl around her.

"It's Splash Girl. ”

"Splash Girl is getting more and more charming. ”

"Is today's game about to start?

The boss of the Drunken Dream Building is Mingyue, and Splash is the steward.

On weekdays, she rarely appears, and only appears at every literary competition.

The splash girl stood on the second floor and looked down, and smiled: "Today we compare it to a poem, and the title is the moon." ”

"Month?"

When the people heard this, they immediately pondered.

"As long as it's a poem with a moon, who will come first?" said Splash laughed.

Ye Yutian approached, and the system swept over the splash.

"Sure enough, she's also a demon. ”

Of course, the system does not have the function of distinguishing between humans and demons, but it can find the exercises on each other.

As long as you have the Demon Clan's exercises, most of them are also demons.

"Splash girl, what's today's competition?" someone asked impatiently.

The splash girl swept her eyes and said, "Compare poetry." ”

"Poetry?"

The title is: Month, as long as the poem has the word moon. Splash Girl said.

Hearing this, many people have begun to ponder.

Everyone knows that as long as you win the game, you will have the opportunity to see Mingyue.

Moreover, there are many more guests tonight than usual, and many people are here for the bright moon.

"Which of you comes first?" Splash Girl's voice rang out.

"I'll come first. At that moment, a man stepped forward.

When everyone saw it, they couldn't help but be shocked.

"Isn't this Li Maowen, the genius of the Li family?"

"Why is he here too?"

There are many talents in Yunxiu City, but Li Maowen is one who can stand out from many talents.

I only heard him say: "Yiren rolls bead curtains, the elegance is like a hibiscus, Yunxiu is drunk alone, and a thousand kings ask for it in January." ”

After the poem, applause rang out all around.

"Good poetry, good poetry, Li Caizi is really high. ”

Many talented people who are eager to try it are secretly shaking their heads, admitting that they can't do it.

In this poem, there is not only a "moon", but also an expression of the trend of Zuimenglou dominating the world in Yunxiu City.

Finally, it refers to the Oiran of the Drunken Dream House and praises its extraordinary beauty.

Maybe this poem is not a golden sentence, but this is an improvisational poem on the spot, which is quite difficult.

"Does anyone else want to write a poem?" said Splash Girl.

At this time, many talented people shook their heads secretly, obviously not daring to go up to compete with Li Maowen.

"No, this is also a good poem?" Ye Yutian couldn't help but sneer.

There are poems with "moon", and it seems that I know a few poems.

Thinking of this, he immediately raised his hand and said, "I'll come!"

Zhang Shuyuan, who was on the side, was startled when he heard this: "Hey, buddy, are you going to go up and fight with Li Maocai?"

"Any questions?"

"People are great talents, don't you be delusional, don't you see that so many people present are silent?" Zhang Shuyuan said.

As soon as the poem came out, many people had already retreated.

Li Maowen is a local, but today is the first time he has come to Zuimenglou.

The reason is very simple, his family education is very strict, and his father does not let him indulge in rouge and vulgar powder, and is bent on letting him gain fame.

Three years ago, he won the imperial examination and obtained a county order.

However, two months ago, his father died.

So Li Maowen came back to inherit the family business and retired from his official position.

Of course, if his father hadn't died, he wouldn't have dared to come to Zuimenglou?

"It's okay, I'm just going up and trying, if it doesn't work, forget it. "Ye Yu Heavenly Dao.

Talented people are extremely face-conscious, not better, if they lose, it will be too faceless.

But Ye Yutian doesn't care about this, if he loses, he loses, and Lao Tzu is not really a weak scholar.

Besides, he is a person who has received nine years of compulsory education, and he may not lose compared to poetry.

"This brother, are you sure you want to compare it to a poem with Li?" Li Maowen looked at Ye Yutian and couldn't help but let out a cold snort.

The main thing is Ye Yutian's appearance, he looks very fresh, and he is not very famous in Yunxiu City.

And he, Li Maowen, is a talented man among talents, naturally full of contempt.

"Give it a try, no one dares to come up anyway, so it's too boring to let you win like this. Ye Yutian stepped forward and said with a smile.

Everyone couldn't help but nod. There seems to be some truth to that.

Every literary competition is basically exciting.

However, today there was a Li Maowen, which directly scared everyone away.

If Ye Yutian doesn't stand up, then it is obvious that Li Maowen will win immediately.

Of course, in everyone's opinion, even if Ye Yu stepped forward in the sky, it was Li Maowen who won in the end.

Not far away, Su Hongyi was taken aback.

"This guy can write poetry?"

Other talents are all exported, and those who open their mouths and close their mouths are also.

No matter what you think, Su Hongyi feels that he has no connection with the word "talent".

"In that case, then Childe, please write a poem. The splash girl on the second floor spoke, but a different color flashed in her eyes.

I thought that this Ye Yutian was more bloody than Li Maowen, and his pace was steady, and his breath was steady, and it was very likely that he was a monk of the human race.

After sucking the qi and blood of those mortals all these years, it can be described as tasteless, and I am already tired of it, and it is time to change the taste.

"I'm going to compose a poem, everyone. ”

Ye Yutian waved his hand, pretending to be a scholar.

"The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. ”

"Look up at the bright moon and think of your hometown. ”

When the words fell, Ye Yutian looked proud.

Amazing, right? Dumbfounded, right?

This is the poem of the poet fairy Li Bai, in the previous life, from doctoral students to seven-year-old elementary school students, almost everyone knows it.

However, just as he was about to accept everyone's praise, he suddenly heard a loud shout.

"Presumptuous! You dare to insult Miss Mingyue. ”

Li Maowen shouted angrily.

Many people below also looked indifferent, even with strong killing intent.

Miss Mingyue is the goddess in their hearts, how can she be so insulted?

"Why did I insult her?" Ye Yutian looked confused.

Isn't it poetry?

Isn't this a good poem?

"Such obscene verses, you still say that you are not insulting Miss Mingyue. "There is humanity.

Not far away, Su Hongyi was also speechless.

Sure enough, people like him, even the poems they make are so shameless.

Ye Yutian couldn't tell the difference, thinking that these people's thoughts were too dirty, right?

A song "Silent Night Thoughts", that is a famous golden sentence, how come you have become shameless and obscene?

Could it be that the values of life in the two worlds are different?