Su Jiudong glanced at Wen Yiheng and said calmly: "Sharing worries for the country is a matter within my generation, everyone serves the country in different ways, just like the little girl is fortunate to be able to follow the army as a military advisor, and everyone here serves the world with your own writing." ”

Su Jiudong didn't fail to hear the vicious remarks of the three just now, but he still gave the literati present a step down to avoid embarrassment to each other.

After experiencing the conversion oolong incident just now, Shopkeeper Qin once again explained the content of the rules and officially announced the start of the poetry fight.

Since Su Jiudong's seat was arranged in the first seat on the left, she was the first to start, and she often had more verses to choose from at the beginning, so Su Jiudong already had an idea.

Su Jiudong wrote poems on the paper, got up and walked to the railing, while showing the poems and calligraphy to the people who were fighting outside the cloth hall downstairs, and pointed to the deciduous trees next to the second floor and the steps upstairs, and said without thinking: "The fallen leaves are full of red and do not sweep." ”

The theme of today's poetry will be based on the genre of Tibetan poems, one sentence after another, and the beginning of each sentence must be finished in order to finish "Luoxia and the lonely bird fly together", so the next sentence is to use the word "Xia" as the beginning of the poem.

Since Wen Yiheng did not participate in the poetry fight, the second place was Gu Rong, Gu Rong also walked to the bed window easily at this time to show everyone the poems and calligraphy, and muttered: "Xia Ying divides Dan to take advantage of Haolu." ”

Xia Ying against Su Jiudong's "fallen leaves" two words, divided to full, Dan to red, Haolu to undertake not sweep, the battle is neat and beautiful, not only meets the requirements of the poem, the artistic conception of the words is far better.

After Gu Rong finished showing the verses, he deliberately walked around Su Jiudong's table and passed by, and today he finally had the opportunity to look at her squarely.

The poems written by Su Jiudong and Gu Rong really got off to a good start, and everyone on the second floor could hear the cheers of the people outside the cloth pavilion.

The third person who went down was Xue Hengtai, who had maliciously speculated about Su Jiudong just now, and saw that he looked uneasy, and casually prevaricated: "With whom are you drunk and fragrant." ”

Although the third sentence does conform to the third "and" character of the Tibetan poem, it is not at the same level as the previous poems by Su Jiudong and Gu Rong.

The poetry of wine is dripping, but it is more and more abrupt when used here.

Therefore, the two of them had a good start, but Xue Hengtai fell behind, and many scholars and people who were fighting outside the cloth pavilion booed one after another.

Li Jiachi, who was in fourth place, saw Xue Hengtai's embarrassment, but he still thought about it for a while, and only when the time ran out for a while did he look at writing poems on rice paper.

Li Jiachi's poems are neither good nor bad, they can only be regarded as ordinary bland, but his calligraphy is well written, which redeems the mediocrity of the verses, so no one booed, but no one applauded.

Qian Xiuqi, who was in the fifth place, deliberately washed away the remarks that he had misunderstood Su Jiudong just now, wrote wild grass quite ambitiously, and read out the poem in front of everyone.

Qian Xiuqi's poems are quoted from "My Emperor's Throne", which is quite imposing, bringing the originally mediocre middle back to the height of the poem at the beginning, which can be called a "phoenix tail", and there are applause and cheers in the audience.

In the end, all eighteen people flowed aside, ending with a certain literati's reading.

At the end of the first round, everyone unanimously selected Gu Rong's poems as the best, and eliminated the worst of the last six people, among which Xue Hengtai, who had maliciously speculated about Su Jiudong just now, was on the list.

Xue Hengtai walked from the middle seat to the right side of the entrance on the second floor with a displeased expression. eliminated the "seat", his eyes were still staring at Su Jiudong, obviously still unconvinced.

However, Xue Hengtai's actions did not make Su Jiudong take it to heart, there are so many people in this world who are not convinced by her Su Jiudong, and she will not waste her mind on these inconsequential people.

The second round started immediately, and Su Jiudong's seat was still the first, but this time the first line of poetry was not written by Su Jiudong, but by Gu Rong, who won the first round just now, first began to compose poems, and finally passed through the other ten literati, and finally it was Su Jiudong's turn to end.

is still a Tibetan poem with the same theme, Gu Rong began with a sentence "The falling moon shakes the love of the river tree", and Li Jiachi, who was changed to third in order, finally began to play normally, with a high-level poem as a connection.

With two wonderful verses as the beginning, Qian Xiuqi, who became the fourth, took Xue Hengtai's "old road" by mistake, repeated the mistake of the past and followed a slightly mediocre and boring verse, and even calligraphy was inferior to the level just now.

After the verses flowed past the others, it was the turn of Su Jiudong, who was the first in the seat and the last in the order.

Su Jiudong calmed down and put pen on the paper: "Flying turbulent waterfalls and waterfalls are noisy." ”

The pen and ink are fixed, just seven words but handwritten, it is still a familiar chapter grass font, even the pen is light and long, seemingly careless, but in fact it is unique, combined with the madness of the writing of the poem itself, implying the overwhelming trend.

After Su Jiudong walked to the window and showed the poems and calligraphy to everyone, someone outside the cloth hall shouted three times: "Okay, good!" Good poetry! Good word! ”

At this point, the second round ended, and Su Jiudong's poems and calligraphy became the best, and six people were eliminated again, and Qian Xiuqi was also in the eliminated team.

Among the remaining three people at the moment, only Su Jiudong, Gu Rong and Li Jiachi's poems and calligraphy can spell out the top three, but the Fighting Poetry Club only competed for the first place in the end, as the champion, so the real battle is always cruel and fierce.

Since Su Jiudong won the second round, the seat of the first sentence of the first sentence fell back into the hands of Su Jiudong, Su Jiudong had this victory just now, and he still had no psychological burden, easily coped with the battle, and slowly wrote down the poem 17

Due to his relaxed mentality, Su Jiudong's pen is relaxed and casual, swaying freely, and has won countless applause and cheers.

Gu Rong also changed his restrained attitude just now, and the pen was much wilder, changing Han Li to a wild grass, and the pen was a dragon and snake, which won applause like Su Jiudong.

Li Jiachi was not far behind, as a transitional connection to the middle string, but due to his first two dangerous passes and extremely good mentality, he had already broken his psychological defense, and finally lost in calligraphy and was eliminated by the order of the shopkeeper Qin.

As soon as Li Jiachi left, the current Su Jiudong and Gu Rong were left with the two favorites to win the championship.

Gu Rong, the "winning general" with eight wins and one defeat, faced Su Jiudong, who was killed by the dark horse and curbed the myth of Gu Rong's nine consecutive victories.

Next is a poem that begins with the word "lonely", and this burden falls on Su Jiudong's shoulders again, and everyone is waiting with bated breath for what poems she will make to maintain her state.

Su Jiudong and Gu Rong were invited to the middle position by the shopkeeper Qin, and put the two desks together to make a square, making Su Jiudong and Gu Rong stand opposite each other, and the atmosphere suddenly became serious.

The shopkeeper Qin announced the rules: "At present, only Gu Gongzi and Miss Shanxiu are left on the field, and the two of them are invited to write poems together, Miss Shanxiu starts with 'lonely', and Gu Gongzi starts with the word 'crane'." ”

Su Jiudong and Gu Rong fought against each other, because Gu Rong was born tall, two centimeters taller than Wen Yiheng, so Su Jiudong needed to raise his head slightly when facing him.

Su Jiudong smiled at Gu Rong slightly, and smiled at the city: "Gu Gongzi, please." ”

The so-called salute first and then soldier, after Su Jiudong expressed his etiquette, he calmly put down his pen on the rice paper and wrote down the seven-character poem.

Su Jiudong still uses chapter cursive calligraphy, which is delicate and timeless, and the power penetrates the back of the paper, which is endlessly evocative.

Gu Rong's poems are also written in wild grass, highlighting the sense of tranquility and broadness.

At this time, Su Jiudong and Gu Rong were still indistinguishable, and their poems and calligraphy had their own supporters.

Shopkeeper Qin also rarely saw such a chess opponent, a hearty competition, and his eyes became more and more excited: "In the last two sentences, please also ask Gu Gongzi and Miss Shanxiu to fight hard to determine the winner and loser." ”

Su Jiudong turned to Wen Yiheng, met with his distant gaze in the air, drew strength, and finally wrote the poem.

Su Jiudong has always implemented the four words of "easy response" proposed by Wen Yiheng, and this time she did not come to participate in the poetry fighting meeting to win or lose, so her desire to win is not strong, so she can always maintain a calm mind.

Su Jiudong's calmness is vividly reflected in her pen, with a hidden edge in every stroke, and the muscles and bones have their own spirits.

Gu Rong also put down the pen at the same time, and with a stroke of a stroke, he instantly completed the hearty wild grass, which was clearly arrogant and full of rhyme.

The shopkeeper Qin put the poems of the two together to watch and judge, and he was in a dilemma for a while, and he really couldn't tell the winner.

Governor Shi of Yu turned out of the rest room on the third floor at this time, because before Su Jiudong and Gu Rong put down the pen just now, the shopkeeper Qin asked the shopkeeper to go up to the third floor to call Chang Shi, who was dining, to decide the final champion of the Dou Shi Club.

However, after Changshi arrived, the shopkeeper Qin couldn't tell the difference, and saw the shopkeeper Qin helplessly spread his hands to Changshi and stopped on the spot.

Changshi put his hands behind his back and asked casually: "Shopkeeper Qin, the three-round fighting poem has been completed, why are you reluctant to announce the final champion?" ”

"It's not that the old man is unwilling to announce, it's all because the two of them are really good at scoring and can't win, the level of the two is comparable, whoever the championship is given is an injustice to the other......"

It would be nice if two were enough to be the champion, but such a situation is categorically impossible.

Shopkeeper Qin was helpless about such a result, but also secretly overjoyed.

This year's Dou Shi has unearthed a powerful writer like Gu Rong and Su Jiudong who understands poetry, and his cloth shop will definitely be famous in the coming year, and he doesn't have to worry about the source of customers.

"I can't tell the difference, then the third round is equivalent to a tie between Miss Shanxiu and Gu Gongzi, but in the first two rounds, Miss Shanxiu and Gu Gongzi each won one round, and now the third round of the draw is still a draw."

Such an ending is not a winner, which makes the shopkeeper Qin worried.

Hearing Shopkeeper Qin's comment, Su Jiudong and Gu Rong raised their heads from the paper at the same time, their eyes facing each other, and their eye contact was between the lightning and flint.

Su Jiudong subconsciously looked at Gu Rong's paper, admiring the powerful calligraphy, and Gu Rong was also impressed by Su Jiudong's talent.

Changshi threw out a solution: "Since you still can't tell the difference in the third round, let's add the last round." ”