"Oh, so rigid?"

"No, this acting is too bad, right? This little fresh meat must have been hired by Mr. Jin Yan, and it was at the bottom at a glance. ”

"Who gave you the courage?"

Many of the water armies began to lead the rhythm, and they began to shout, asking the judges to come out and scold this little fresh meat.

But none of the judges spoke.

Jin Yan has a bad reputation in the circle, and has been exposed many times before to plagiarize the poems of independent authors in disguise, and use the contract to quietly deprive him of copyright. The bitter master reported many times that there was no way, but he suppressed him.

It's already annoying to be pulled in to stir him up.

The old fritters don't stand in line, they just eat melons quietly.

It's no good to stand in line, in case you get a slap in the face and isn't it more stupid?

"You don't deserve to hear the original poem." He Lan said lightly, "The remnant poem of the East China Sea Stone Cliff was revealed because of the use of text to descend the seal. ”

"You're not a cultivator, and you don't understand what I've told you."

The crowd was confused.

Everyone in the live broadcast room even put question marks one after another.

Don't talk about ordinary people.

Even most cultivators probably don't know much about the details of this matter.

Commissioner Li was also reminded by Mr. Chi that he dared to think about "lowering the seal with text".

Jin Yan did chuckle quietly in his heart.

This statement happened to hit the question in his heart.

As for why that poem appeared on the stone cliff of the East China Sea, he didn't have much clue.

But everyone in the antiquities circle knows that some antiquities with seal scripts are spiritual, and sometimes there will be records of conversations between predecessors, or fragments of memories, which will disappear after a while.

It is said that it is a Zen ancient seal, which contains the memories and even the soul of generations of users.

Like insects preserved in amber, there will occasionally surface the words and thoughts of predecessors, and even the fragments of poems and articles used to awaken.

This peculiar phenomenon is called "remembrance".

Two years ago, there was also a fan-to-fan movie "Chrono Lovers", which is the story of the heroine "recalling" through the seal text, transcending time and space and falling in love with the ancients.

It brings together the most popular elements such as well-known IP, top traffic, small fresh meat, etc.

The capital side is full of confidence.

As a result, the box office rotted the crotch.

And Jin Yan was the first batch of people who saw the East China Sea Stone Cliff to "reminisce", and he was overjoyed, so he immediately copied the ownerless ancient poem, continued to write and expand, and registered the copyright through the process.

Although He Lan's words were incomprehensible at the moment, it made him feel faintly uneasy......

"Can you stop playing with self-made terms?" Jin Yan sneered, "If you take out your poems and read them, you'll see the difference." ”

He Lan ignored him at the moment.

In case I continue to write "Tianwen" or "Lisao" now, and continue to alarm the ancient seal of forgetfulness, I am afraid that it will cause trouble.

Moreover, he and Chi Qianzhi have quietly set a trap for Jin Yan......

He glanced at the little girl next to him, and she quietly gave him a thumbs up.

Cheer yourself on secretly.

"The momentum of that poem is too high, and compared to it, you are not qualified enough."

He Lan said lightly.

"Let's write a poem on the spot. It is also clear how many levels there are. ”

Jin Yan's eyes lit up, as if he was grasping the weakness of the other party, and he was extremely excited.

"Okay, that's what you're waiting for!"

He folded his fan, for fear that He Lan would regret it, and yelled at the camera.

"A gentleman's word, the horse is difficult to chase!"

It's just sleepy but I met someone to send a pillow, this kid is really in vain, and he doesn't have a brain.

He thought very clearly.

If the other party bites and says that he only made those few residual poems, and there is no follow-up for the time being, this reason can also be explained.

I'm really going to have to spend time arguing at that time.

But right now, this kid actually hit the muzzle of the gun and wants to improvise poetry!

Hey.

He wrote poems on the spot and died on the spot.

The result came out in three seconds, and the black man was buried in a dragon.

Isn't it beautiful!

At this moment, the live broadcast room also exploded, and there was a lot of heated discussions for a while.

Most of them are sighing, this little fresh meat is definitely the trust found by Mr. Jin Yan!

Otherwise, how could he have made a suggestion to die on his own?

Improvising poetry is a difficult part of the poetry contest that only appears at the final level.

There is no restriction on the genre, even if it is a modern poem.

Under such conditions, it is difficult for ordinary people to make good poems, and even smooth out sentences.

"Then how about this fan "Attic Looking at the River" as the title?"

At this moment, a smile appeared on the corner of Jin Yan's mouth, and he only felt that the victory was in his hands.

Last night, in order to prepare for the treasure appreciation program, he stayed up all night to write poems for this face, deleted and repaired it, and reached the point of satisfaction.

It can be said that it was prepared and seized a great opportunity.

At this moment, in the name of writing poems on the spot, even the champion Lin Shizhe is here, and he can at least be evenly divided.

And this kid is a genuine impromptu poem, what kind of spicy things can he make?

He Lan flashed a smile in his eyes and nodded.

Sure enough, I took the bait.

You write poems to hype up the heat.

But I want to quietly descend the seal with a text and subdue the "non-language" ancient seal hidden in the fan.

Teacher Jin Yan spent a lot of money to buy fan noodles, and I prostituted the seal characters in vain.

Hey.

The two glanced at each other, and at the same time sneered with evil intentions.

…………

Ready to stop after a few moments.

As a senior, Jin Yan naturally wants to recite poetry first and give juniors more time to prepare.

I saw him walking forward with a smile and staring at the fan "Attic Looking at the River".

On the fan surface, the green mountains are far away, and the autumn water is miao.

The small building stands on the riverside, and it seems that someone has climbed up to look at it.

Jin Yan fanned his fan and slowly opened his mouth-

"My poem is called 'Wild Hope'" (Note 1)

"One day the autumn color is cold and clear, and countless peaks and mountains are far and near."

"I was worried about looking at the wild water, and suddenly I saw the green mountains at the bottom of the water."

Dead.

There was a dead silence at the scene, and there were many fewer barrages in the live broadcast room.

Everyone was quietly tasting the poem.

Truly...... It's very well written.

In the live broadcast room, the first person to publicly stand up and post a special barrage was actually Mr. Li Mingming, the chief judge of the poetry competition.

"Good! It's really rare. ”

"The words of this poem are simple, but there is a hidden change of emotion in it."

"At the beginning, I climbed high and looked far away, and there were mountains outside the mountain, and I was full of sorrows.

"After that, I stared at the river, and unexpectedly saw my own green mountains from the bottom of the water."

"A glimpse of self and authenticity in the midst of thousands of mountain peaks. It is a simple single poem, but the implicit artistic conception is not simple. ”

There was silence in the live broadcast room.

Then the barrage instantly exploded, covering the entire screen.

"It's awesome, and there is, something"

"Jin Yan's father is the best, you will always be my father. Than the heart. ”

"Teacher Jin Yan, I'm sorry I hacked you before. Now I'm really convinced by your talent, and even have the intention of wooing - can you please call me Dad? ”

"Unsalable ...... tea"

The choreographer looked at the barrage that was rising in popularity and gave him a thumbs up.

Jin Yan quietly wiped his sweat and sneered slightly.

This is a poem that I have revised all night in several studios.

Next, can you still flip?

Devils believe it.

(Note 1: The real original author of this poem is the author Song Dynasty Weng Juan, and the author has adjusted the details)