Whenever Lin Yu sacrifices a famous poem that has been passed down through the ages in his previous life, he will have a heartfelt admiration in his heart.

The Shengwen Continent is vast and boundless, and in the thousands of years since the fall of the Outer Heaven Divine Stone, many famous Wendao sages have been born through the ages, each of which is an existence that shocks the past and the present.

And those sages on the earth in the previous life, without the help of heaven and earth talents, were able to make poems and articles that made the heaven and earth talents of the Shengwen Continent have visions, how could they not let Lin Yu admire and worship.

It is not difficult to imagine that if those great poets and great poets who have been famous for thousands of years in their previous lives lived on this continent, it would be easy for them to become saints and sages with their talents.

Lin Yu believes that with his talent and knowledge, coupled with the fact that he is in a modern metropolis in the 21st century, nine years of compulsory education and a major in his university career, he is destined to write poems that will never be able to do it.

At best, it's a limerick or something.

Therefore, every time Lin Yu borrowed the poems and articles of the sages of the earth, he felt a deep sense of guilt in his heart, but he didn't seem to have been punished by God for so long, presumably those great talents in his previous life should not blame him.

Roll up the poems and texts that have been composed, and before these poems containing talent and the talents of heaven and earth are entangled, there will be no vision of heaven and earth, and everything will be calm.

At the same time, there were also many literati in the square who had written poems, and after mentioning their names, they all rolled up the paper mysteriously, with a leisurely expression.

The literati who can sign up for this poetry exchange conference must have real talent and real learning.

Like the kind of person who has no talent in his own right, but the realm of literature and Taoism is very high, it must be the kind of demon who doesn't need to study, but as long as he takes an exam, he will definitely get a high score.

The Great Elder of the Clerk's Pavilion, Yan Qing, looked at these literati and nodded slightly, obviously quite satisfied with this.

Poetry with the theme of beauty can be said to be the specialty of these literati, which seems easy, but it is not easy to stand out among more than 100 outstanding literati.

In many cases, the real appraiser of the quality of a poem is not the official who assesses it, but the world.

The elder sat on the table, took a sip of the tea brought by the officials, and waited for the success of the literati.

The first paragraph is a thorough investigation, and the wonderful thing is the second paragraph of reciting poems.

In this regard, the Great Elder Banquet, who had stayed in the Chamber of Literature all the year round, was also excited.

"Ruyu, the gaze of Yan Qing just now fell on you, and with beauty as the proposition, it seems that even Yan Qing, who has lived for most of his life, has not been exempt from vulgarity......"

Wuchen smiled at the tall woman beside him, and a touch of affectionate love appeared in his eyes.

"Senior brother knows how to bully others......"

Ruyu powder fist squeezed lightly, flirted and scolded the hammer Wuchen's small breasts, and by the way, raised her head proudly, and looked at Ruyan demonstratively.

Ruyan on the side only felt that the world was spinning, and her chest hurt so much that she couldn't breathe, she really realized what kind of experience it was like for her beloved to flirt with other women, it was simply like a heart-devouring pain of ten thousand ants.

"Senior sister is indeed very beautiful, I don't know what kind of poems these secular literati will make to describe the beauty of senior sister, he~"

Ruyan lifted the long black hair that was blown away by the wind, and her eyes fell on the young man holding a folding fan in the corner, and a blush appeared on her pretty face for no reason.

What happened last night, it's so embarrassing.

"Senior brother, if there are poems that can enter your eyes, why don't you buy them?"

Ruyu was said by Ruyan, and she suddenly became interested, since this time the literati of the seven counties racked their brains to praise her beauty with poems, then the poems that won the top prize, they had to buy whatever they wanted.

Wuchen nodded and said, "Even if you don't say it, senior brother will definitely buy it for you." ”

"That's great!"

Ruyu's head was attached to Wuchen's shoulder, and she felt the strange feeling from her hips, and her pretty face was extremely blushing.

......

With the passage of time, more than 100 literati have almost completed the creation of poems, and everyone's eyebrows are full of confidence.

"The hour has come, wrap up!" said the Great Elder Banquet in a loud voice.

Suddenly, the officials and officials of Mayang County immediately took action, carefully collected the scrolls of poems on the desks of the literati present, and respectfully presented them on the long table on the platform, lined up in a row.

Responsible for the first step of inspecting the poetry scroll, naturally it cannot be the Great Elder of the Clerk's Pavilion, but the officials of Mayang County who are responsible for the preliminary examination.

In order to ensure fairness, there is no need to open the scroll of poetry in the first instance. Generally speaking, the stronger the talent contained in a poem, the more talented the poem and the literati who wrote the poem, and the more talented the poem volume is heavier than the thin poetry volume.

This kind of weight is certainly not measurable by hand feeling, but with the talent of these officials, it is possible to sift through the poems that have reached a certain level almost instantly.

Four officials from Mayang County were listed to screen the poems that met the requirements, and those that did not meet the requirements were directly eliminated.

All the literati stared intently at this scene, although they did not know where their respective poetry scrolls were, but they were also curious whether there would be any poems that were as heavy as a thousand in this poetry conference.

The stronger the talent, the lower the height of the poem, and the more outstanding the poem.

After the four officials stood still, their right hands directly shot out a stream of talent, all wrapped around the poetry scroll on the long table.

Suddenly, the talent in the square suddenly became rich, and the scrolls of poems, wrapped in the talent of the officials of Mayang County, each floated up.

The scroll of poetry that rose to a certain height was directly broken, and the hearts of many literati were also shattered with the shattering of the scroll of poetry.

As for those poems that float very low, they attract almost everyone's attention.

The best poems will undoubtedly be born in these volumes, and many self-confident literati feel that their poems are among them.

However, there are only 12 volumes of poems with a small upward range.

The elimination rate is very high.

The faces of many literati turned black into carbon in an instant, and even the Great Elder of the Literature Pavilion Banquet, whose expression was originally full of smiles, suddenly dripped gloomily.

"This year's literati are at this level?" the corners of Elder Yanda's mouth twitched slightly.

"Poof! How many catties and taels can the literati taught by the secular literary hall have?" Wuchen, a young man from the academy, couldn't help laughing.

The most outstanding literati from the seven counties, but in the end, only twelve poems on the stage, which is really laughable.

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