The five people were speechless for a moment, they could accuse Fang Yun of other things, but only Wen Ming and Wencai couldn't find the slightest fault.

Shi Dehong then said angrily: "Is it that he dares to take the position of my teacher's poet? ”

Yan Yukong said expressionlessly: "I only came here to prepare a poem, I thought it was enough, but I didn't know that I met Fang Yun." My teacher taught me not to care about the gains and losses of one country or one city, but to think about things from the perspective of the whole human race. A dragon boat cultural meeting, if Jingguo wins, it is a sign that a weak country will become stronger, which is really a great luck for the human race. ”

Shi Dehong immediately said: "Then if everyone from now on says that Fang Yun is more talented than you Yan Yukong, and that you are not as good as Fang Yun, you will also be so indifferent?"

Yan Yukong's gaze changed slightly, he put his hands together and placed them in front of his lower abdomen, and his body gradually straightened.

"I like to climb to the peak, I don't like to live under people, let alone show talent. If he loses today, it's fine, and if he wins, I'll change the time of the Beijing test. When he rushed to Jingguo Beijing to take the test, I will participate in the Qingguo Beijing test, and I want to share the position with him as the head of the country and learn the sea to cross! The Dragon Boat Literary Society is just the form of learning the sea, and if you want to divide the superiority and inferiority, you have to go to the sea to fight for a square count. ”

"It's good that you think so! I have prepared a poem, which is not as good as before, but the six of us together will surely surpass them! The few of them are only in one go, and after one round, they are exhausted. Qingguo will win!"

"You don't need to panic, I didn't write the best poem I just wrote, and by the time the boat sails, I'll have at least eight inches of talent!"

"Me too, it's ridiculous that Jingguo's group of clowns don't know it!"

"Qingguo will win!" The other four Qingguo people were inspired to fight in their hearts, just like the five Jingguo people who were inspired by Fang Yun before.

Fang Yun saw that the secret path was not good, once the four Qingguo people came up with the best poems, the other dragon boats would not be able to compete at all.

Fang Yun took a closer look at the five people on his side, obviously not much confidence, they had already done their best.

"Before the poems, it is not allowed to write Yonghuai, the ancients and other content, nor is it allowed to appear weapons and ships, etc., and it must be the theme of the Dragon Boat Festival, that is, the road to the poetry of the town is broken, without those, it is impossible to town the country. If you want to win them, you must write war poems related to boating to speed up the dragon boat, as long as you don't write words such as boat, you can get more vitality and eventually overwhelm the other party!"

Fang Yun tried to think hard, but a roar suddenly appeared in the sky, and the surrounding vitality swayed slightly, and the five dragon boats automatically sailed forward.

Fang Yun's No. 2 dragon boat took the lead and rushed to the front, the No. 1 dragon boat was two zhang behind, and the other three dragon boats were all ten zhang away, and it was impossible to catch up.

The crowd on both sides of the river erupted into strong cheers again, constantly cheering for the No. 2 dragon boat.

"Boom!boom!" the slave shouted loudly with his paws raised to cheer for Fang Yun.

Yang Yuhuan nervously tugged at his handkerchief.

Zhao Zhuzhen's eyes widened, waiting for the development of the situation.

The cyan light enveloped the five dragon boats, causing them to speed on the river at several times faster than ordinary dragon boats, leaving a long line of water behind them, startling the river fish to jump.

The drummers on the five dragon boats are all beating the drums desperately, echoing the cries of the crowds on both sides of the strait.

The speed of the ship was fast, and the people sitting on it were not affected in the slightest, and everyone was quickly writing the second poem, competing for the most powerful heaven and earth vitality.

As Shi Dehong stopped writing, a one-foot-two-inch talent emerged on the paper in front of him, although it was far less than the previous one-foot-nine-inch, but it was enough to make many people admire it, and secretly praised him as a disciple of Shijun.

The talent of the No. 1 dragon boat immediately skyrocketed to 6 feet 9, a full foot higher than the No. 2 dragon boat.

Just listen to the No. 1 dragon boat suddenly accelerate with a huge sound of water separation, almost overtaking the No. 2 dragon boat in the blink of an eye!

The people of the second dragon boat stepped up to write, and Qian Juren finished writing quickly, but this time his poems were only three inches, he sighed lightly, his eyes were dim, if he gave more time, he was confident that he would write better poems, but now he can't write at all.

Then, Yan Yukong finished writing a poem out of the county, and the total talent height of the No. 1 dragon boat skyrocketed by one foot eight, reaching a height of eight feet seven inches.

Both sides of the strait cheered for the No. 2 dragon boat and shouted to weaken, this second round of Qingguo only two people made the talent reach such a high level, if the other four people completed the poem, the consequences were unimaginable.

In the years of dragon boat racing in Jingguo, there has not been a dragon boat with more than ten feet of talent.

The poems of the other four members of Dragon Boat No. 1 were then written, and all of them played normally.

On the dragon boat of the Qingguo people, there is a pillar of 11 feet and 7 inches of talent!

The No. 1 dragon boat went straight to the Longtou Bridge at an incredible speed, leaving the No. 2 dragon boat far behind.

There were obviously tens of thousands of people on both sides of the Yudai River, but no one shouted at this time.

The sound of the drums on the dragon boat seems to be the only sound in the world, and the sound is so hollow that it makes people chill.

Many Jingguo people showed despair, the gap between the literati of the two countries was too great, and several young Mengtong even had red eyes and could cry at any time.

"Boom!

Only the slave was full of confidence to cheer for Fang Yun.

Zhao Zhuzhen sighed softly, it's not that Fang Yun can't do it, but that others are too bad, and the Dragon Boat Wenhui is not a contest between two people after all, but a contest between two teams.

"Okay!" Tong Li, who was standing on the south bank under the Longtou Bridge, couldn't help but shout, he was so happy, so that he didn't have to pay for the holy page and then kneel, as long as Fang Yun left Yuhai City, he would definitely be able to become a Maocai.

Suddenly, a huge fist swung in.

"Kill you, Qingguo people!" the big man said and hit, and the people around him were already angry, and immediately punched and kicked Tong Li.

"I saw it wrong! I saw the wrong boat, I am not from Qingguo! I am Tong Sheng! My grandfather is a Tong Shilang!" Tong Li shouted loudly, and several other children did not dare to hit anyone, so they could only help him block and explain.

As soon as those people heard that Tong Li and these people were with the accent of Yuhai City, they knew that it was true, and they immediately dispersed in a hurry.

Tong Li stood up with a swollen nose and a swollen face, and the nosebleeds kept flowing down, and his friends on the side immediately tore off their clothes to block his nosebleeds.

Tong Li cautiously glanced around, and scolded in a low voice: "Fang Yun, you are doomed! As long as you leave Yuhai City, you will definitely die!

After speaking, Tong Li looked at the backward No. 2 dragon boat.

The other five people in Dragon Boat No. 2 had tried their best, but in the end, they could only increase their talent to seven feet three, which was a full four feet four less than Dragon Boat No. 1.

The Jingguo officials upstairs sighed softly, this is the Dragon Boat Literary Society, one person's strength can never turn the tide of battle, coupled with all kinds of restrictions, even if the four great talents come here, they may lose.

Qian Juren looked at the No. 1 dragon boat in front of him that was galloping like a strong wind, his eyes were moist, he didn't expect that after working hard for so long, he still lost, and Jingguo would still bear the stigma of eighteen consecutive defeats.

"No, we still have Fang Yun! There is also Fang Shuangjia!" Qian Juren suddenly turned his head to look at Fang Yun, and shouted loudly to the sound of drums, "Fang Yun, it's up to you!

Fang Yun glanced at Qian Juren and nodded his head heavily, his heart stirring.

The words "weapons and ships" are not allowed in the poems, which does not mean that ships cannot be written!

Fang Yun took a deep breath and wrote in willow block letters, stroke by stroke.

Minus the word magnolia, race.

Feng Zimo, the monarch of the palace, was no longer hopeful, and read Fang Yun's new words in a deep voice.

"The red flag was held high and flew out of the deep willow tree. Hey, this flying word is a good use, but it's just a good use. He's writing about dragon boat racing, doesn't there be words like boat or boat?"

Feng Zimo couldn't help but comment.

Feng Zimo was about to read Fang Yun's second sentence when he heard a loud and rapid thunder coming from Fang Yun's page.

The six people of the No. 1 dragon boat were talking and laughing, and as soon as the thunder came out, they were all stunned for a moment, except for Na Yan Yukong who turned his head sharply and stared at Fang Yun.

The thunder even suppressed the drums of the five dragon boats, and everyone on both sides of the strait could hear it clearly. Many people looked at Fang Yun blankly, not understanding what was happening, but there were also some who reacted immediately.

"There is a sound of the pen falling?"

"No, it's not complete yet, it can only be regarded as 'the first cry of the pen', barely stepping into the first realm of calligraphy. ”

"Is this a war word?" shouted one of them excitedly.

"Jingguo will win!"

I don't know who shouted, and the originally silent two sides of the strait immediately let out a tsunami-like cheering sound.

"Jingguo will win!"

Feng Zimo's face suddenly turned red, and he used his talent as a guide to send his voice into the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi to ensure that everyone within a dozen miles could hear his voice.

"The red flag was held high and flew out of the deep willow tree. The drum hits the spring thunder, and the smoke waves go far back. ”

As soon as this sentence came out, countless literati were amazed, showing the fierceness and speed of the dragon boat breaking through everything on the water surface vividly, echoing the word "fly" in front of it, which already has the meaning of war poetry.

The sound of joy shook the ground, and the fighting spirit of thousands of people was repulsed. Jinbi Louxi, won the first place in the championship! Okay! Obviously, it is written about dragon boat racing, but there is not a single word of "boat" or "boat" in the whole text, but the meaning of the dragon boat competition is perfectly written!

As Feng Zimo finished speaking, the pages in front of Fang Yun burned, forming a force far more powerful than ordinary poems, turning into a dragon boat that shrouded Fang Yun with light.

The vitality of heaven and earth in the entire section of the dragon boat race suddenly shook heavily, the river was pressed down a foot deep by the invisible force, and the speed of the other four dragon boats all slowed down, the blue light on the surface of the four dragon boats was decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye, while the blue light on the surface of the No. 2 dragon boat was increasing rapidly.

"It's true that the war words are true, and only the war poems can plunder the heaven and earth vitality of other dragon boats at the Dragon Boat Literary Conference. ”

"It's a swift word, to be precise, a blast word, to help the warship speed up, but unfortunately it is not handed down. ”

"How could he have made a hand-me-down poem? ”

Tong Li, who was still elated just now, had an earthy face.

"It's over, it's over. After Tong Li finished speaking, he was about to run away.

A boy in civilian clothes blocked him, pulled out the sword at his waist with his right hand, and said, "Our son-in-law asked me to keep an eye on you." ”

Tong Li knew that the other party was a palace guard, stayed where he was, and didn't dare to move, muttering to himself: "It's really over......"