"She knocked."

"It's knocking."

I don't know why, looking at the girl who didn't hesitate to shoot, the gamblers around me were not so surprised.

"Good luck," Yu Sinian said by the window with a wine glass, "It's so easy to draw." ”

Although "Feelings on Climbing Qianyun Mountain" is not popular, it is beautifully worded, and it is a famous landscape poem, and people who have read it for a few years should be able to do it.

"So this one, he will naturally too." Nian Huazang looked at Song Xuesong, who was standing on the high platform and confronted Zhu Luan, and saw the girl striking, the young man picked up the small hammer and knocked it calmly.

"Song Gongzi and Miss Zhu have both been beaten, so count to three below, and ask the two of you to recite this group of poems together." The master of ceremonies nodded.

"One, two, three."

The voices of the boy and the girl sounded at the same time, the sound of the book was loud, and the tone was frustrated, and both of them memorized the four poems word for word.

There was applause around the high platform.

"Yes," Yu Sinian also clapped his hands, "although it is simple, it is rare that the rhythm of this poem is still not damaged in such an urgent situation." ”

Some people who thought that this girl would not be able to keep up also kept their mouths.

But......

"This is just the beginning," Nianhua hid from the side and watched coldly, "The poems in the Dusk Cloud Tower look messy, but they are actually arranged in order of difficulty from top to bottom. He stared at Mu Kezhi, who was drinking on the side, "Am I right?" Mu Ershao? ”

Mu Kezhi smiled and said nothing.

This is actually the tacit play of the old gambler, although every time the sign is opened, the poem in the jar will be stirred, but because the jar is very deep, the position of the upper and lower layers of the sign is not changed, and the poem on the upper layer is more common, and the poem in the poem closer to the bottom of the altar is more rare.

After all, if you draw super difficult poems at the beginning, this gamble will not be interesting.

"It's going to have to be gradual." Mu Kezhi grinned, "Our family's jar is getting more and more powerful the further it goes, I don't know how many floors these two people can play." ”

There was a secret smile on the young man's face, and he looked quite happy.

"The previous one was the winner of the fifth battle," Li Wenyao frowned and glanced at him and said, "Before the first one, the difficulty will increase by one point." ”

"That's the reason," Mu Kezhi nodded, looked at the two figures on the high platform, tall and short, and raised his glass slightly.

"Don't live up to my expectations."

The more you go inside, the more difficult it becomes, and the master of ceremonies responsible for signing naturally knows it. Since you dare to come on stage to play, you won't be unable to answer first.

The master of ceremonies looked at the two people standing opposite, and their expressions were relaxed. The master of ceremonies showed a knowing smile on his face, put aside the poem sign in his hand, and went to get the second one, this time his hand was a little deeper than the first time.

At the moment when he leaned over, the corner of his eye seemed to sweep to what the girl seemed to be holding in her hand.

The master of ceremonies stood up straight with the new poem sign, looked closely, and found that it was the young lady in front of him who had been holding the small hammer in her hand.

Ordinary people will put the hammer down after striking, which is a bit inconsistent.

The master of ceremonies shook his head, removed the distracting thoughts from his mind, and unfolded the second poem sign, as expected, the poem on this one was still ten years ago.

"In the fourteenth year of the founding of the Yuan Dynasty, the six mountain people made "Waves and Sands and Azaleas". The master of ceremonies read aloud.

As soon as the emcee's voice fell, another crisp sound sounded.

"It's worthy of Duyun Tower, this second song is a bit remote......" The young man by the upstairs window was sighing, and his companions poked him, "That little lady has already hit the rope." ”

Creak? The young man fixed his eyes and saw that Zhu Luan had already raised his hand on the high platform.

It's too fast, it's like not thinking at all, and you're just hitting it as soon as you finish reading.

Si Shu was slightly stunned, just now before he came back to his senses, the young lady's hand had been raised.

"Oh, okay," he said with a smile, "Miss Zhu has already gotten, what about Gongzi Song?" ”

A trace of hesitation flashed in Song Xuesong's eyes, but he also picked up the small hammer and struck it.

After the master of ceremonies three times, the two of them recited the poem together, and it was still word-for-word, and the flow was smooth, but people with smart ears and eyes could hear the second half of the recitation, and Song Xuesong's voice was a little stagnant, not so sure.

"Brother Song......" Some of the students in the Taiping Mountain House were a little shaken, and the senior standing beside him slapped him on the head, "Isn't this a tie?" As long as you can memorize it, what's the use of memorizing it so good? ”

The beaten young scholar shrunk to the side with a red face.

"Well, I can still come up with this song if I think about it carefully," the boys by the window muttered, "But this little girl's back is really smooth, she won't leak the question, right?" ”

The master of ceremonies put aside the second poem sign and glanced at the small hammer that had been pinched by the girl from beginning to end.

Did she keep holding the hammer because she had to be ready to strike? Is she so sure she will answer?

The master of ceremonies sighed a little, his hand went a little deeper into the jar, and picked up the third poem sign.

The people on the high platform around were nervous, and the previous several performances ended on the third one, and the third poetry sign was basically a watershed that could divide the amateur and the professional.

"In the fourth year of the Jin Yuan Dynasty, Mr. Bi Yan's "Sigh Jin Ou and the Great Fire Flowing". The master of ceremonies read aloud.

As soon as this poem came out, a blank suddenly appeared in the originally steaming air, and the people on the side of the high platform looked at each other.

In such a moment of silence, the crisp sound became unusually clear.

"The fire?" The students looked at each other, "Mr. Bi Yan is a famous ancient writer, when did he compose such a poem?" ”

"There is indeed such a song," In the Tianzi Pavilion, Situ Gaoyi, who was originally sitting quietly on the side, suddenly spoke.

Everyone in the room looked at him, and the little boy didn't expect him to attract so much attention at once, and explained a little nervously, "It was in a letter written by Mr. Bi Yan to his wife, and there was such a poem, which I remember included in the "Yulin Collection". ”

"Yulin Collection is a collection of poems that only circulate in the Jiangbei region, and I am from Jiangbei, so I know it." Situ Gaoyi continued.

The poetry collection that circulates in the local area, the average student just turns it over, and who would deliberately memorize such a poem written to his wife?

Nian Huazang frowned and looked at the high platform.

"Miss Zhu has already gotten," once born and twice cooked, the master of ceremonies was no longer flustered, but said with a smile, "What about Gongzi Song?" ”

Song Xuesong's face showed a little anxiety, and there were words in his mouth, as if he was desperately recalling something, and he didn't say a word in the face of the master of ceremonies' inquiry.

The master of ceremonies turned to Zhu Luan and said, "In this case, Miss Zhu, I count to three, and you can start reciting ......."

Before he finished speaking, Song Xuesong gritted his teeth, grabbed the small hammer beside him, and struck it hard.

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