"Ahem-" After hearing this half of the poem, Gu Qiubai coughed dryly. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

What kind of trouble is this, this half of the poem was still making a fuss on the Internet some time ago.

There are tens of thousands of messages alone, and there are all kinds of strange answers.

How could it be so good that it would appear here, and it was made by Wei Junshou?

It seems that the cultural commonalities between the real world and the Xianxia world are really quite magical.

"Mr. Gu, what's wrong with you?" Wei Junshou asked.

"No, it's okay, it's windy on the mountain, and I'm getting cold." Gu Qiubai hurriedly said.

"I have a pot of wine, enough to comfort the dust."

All the talented people began to ponder, hoping to be more neat.

After all, this is the last round of competition, and you have to work hard, and maybe you can make a splash.

The first half of this poem, although the words are average, are better than the lofty artistic conception, heroic and free, and it is also a rare good poem.

Everyone can see that the words of the second half of the poem can be arbitrary, but the artistic conception and style must match, otherwise it will definitely look out of place.

This is also the difficulty of continuing the poem, first of all, you must understand the original author's state of mind at that time, so that you can start writing.

Otherwise, if you write rashly, the words will not reach the meaning, and it will inevitably continue to be mink.

What's more, this poem was written by Wei Junshou, if the continuation is not good, the previous efforts will not only be wasted, but may even offend Wei Junshou because of this.

Therefore, all the talents present were carefully considering, choosing words and words, and trying to make the artistic conception more far-reaching.

This time, even Ji Changge thought about it carefully and became restrained.

In the last round, he suffered a small loss, looked down on Gu Qiubai, and felt that Gu Qiubai could not make better poems than him in the time of a pillar of incense, so a few words were chanted without thinking clearly.

This time, he will never be abrupt again!

"Since there is no one to continue the poem, the girl will come first!" The ninth fluttering spirit's robe fluttered, and he smiled and groaned.

"Listen up."

Wei Junshou's eyes lit up, but he didn't expect that the first person to continue the poem was a woman.

Wei Junshou admires the Ninth Piaoling very much, this girl does not have the stereotype and reserve of traditional women, but is free and uninhibited.

Although his appearance is mediocre, he seems to have a magical power, and the aura up and down his body is compelling, like an elf who has fallen into the world.

"I have a pot of wine, enough to comfort the dust."

"Get drunk into the depths of the flowers and laugh at the people of the world."

After Wei Jun listened, he clapped his hands and laughed: "Okay, good continuation!" ”

He chanted the second half of the sentence softly, revealing his appreciation: "This poem was written when I was drunk, it has a bit of charm at my time, but it has a little more charm and ease, not bad, not bad!" ”

After all, this poem is a continuation of the woman, and the words inevitably have a hint of soft style.

What is rare is that there is arrogance and freedom in the softness, which is endlessly evocative.

"Hee-hee." The Ninth Drifting Spirit blinked his bright eyes and smiled.

The rest of the talents also pondered, this poem is indeed good.

They also knew in their hearts that at least Wei Junshou gave them some hints, and the subsequent poems must have to be written around drunkenness.

Soon, another talented man chanted the second half of the song, and Wei Junshou also nodded and commented slightly.

However, the drunken poem of the ninth Piaoling continues in front, and it is difficult for the talents after to resonate even if they write better.

In a short time, all the talents were ready, and only Ji Changge and Gu Qiubai were left!

The two have always been the focus of the audience, competing against each other, and everyone is looking forward to what poems they will continue to produce?

Almost all of the previous poems are related to drunkenness, and Wei Junshou is already a little impatient, and if the two of them still write it, it will inevitably cause disgust.

This also invisibly increases the difficulty, after all, if you don't write drunk, it will be difficult to fit the artistic conception with the first half of the poem.

"You two, who will continue first?" Wei County Shou asked Su.

Gu Qiubai looked at Ji Changge and smiled: "Since the last round was made by Ji Gongzi, then this round will be up to me first." ”

Gu Qiubai looked around, the heroic feelings in his heart stirred, and his voice suddenly became extremely empty.

"I have a pot of wine, enough to comfort the dust."

"Pour into the rivers and seas, and give drinks to the people of the world."

When Gu Qiubai finished groaning, Wei Junshou's heart seemed to be hit hard by a sledgehammer, and he trembled.

The second half of the poem perfectly expresses his mood at that time, and even makes the whole poem more expansive.

Wei Junshou was secretly ashamed, even if he was allowed to continue by himself, he might not be able to continue so perfectly.

'Giving drinks to the people of the world', how heroic this is, the heavens and the earth seem to have become small at this moment.

Wei Junshou applauded, and his heart was excited: "Mr. Gu really has an immortal talent, and Wei is very satisfied with the two sentences of this poem!" ”

"The county keeper has won the prize." Gu Qiu's white chin was neither humble nor arrogant.

Gu Qiubai's series of amazing performances can be regarded as completely conquering Wei Junshou!

In his heart, it was already certain that Gu Qiubai's attainments in poetry were comparable to those of Confucianism.

Even the aura and artistic conception contained in the poem cannot be compared even by Confucianism.

Wei Junshou had tears in his eyes, after so many years, he had never seen a young man with Gu Qiubai's literary talent.

As he said before: "I am not alone!" ”

"Amazing, Gu Qiubai deserves the name of a talented man."

"I can hear these two poems, and this time the Qingfeng Poetry Meeting has no regrets."

"In terms of artistic conception, the two lines of the poem have been perfected, and our generation cannot reach it."

The rest of the talented people were also amazed, and the two lines of the poem really amazed them.

When Ji Changge heard Gu Qiubai's poem, he was also shocked in his heart.

He really didn't expect that Gu Qiubai's attainments in poetry had reached such a point.

If he felt tired before, as soon as these two lines of poetry came out, they directly gave him a blow to his heart!

"At this age, how can anyone surpass me in poetry?" Ji Changge was very unwilling.

If Gu Qiubai is old and still talks about the past, but Gu Qiubai is only twenty years old, and his age is not much different from him.

For him, this is not just a blow, but a shame!

Even, his Dao heart of cultivating immortals may be dusted because of this.

The family asked him to go down the mountain to refine his heart, just to wash away the lead, if this breath is not smooth, how can he cultivate in the future?

"Mr. Gu really continued the good poem, and he also offered ugliness in the next." Ji Changge's state of mind returned to peace.

He has cultivated his heart since he was a child, and even if his heart is turbulent, he will not lose his demeanor.

He groaned, "I have a pot of wine, which is enough to comfort the wind and dust." Step on the stars and stroll through Kunlun"

When Wei Junshou heard this, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, even though there was a pearl and jade in front of him, but these two poems did not fall behind.

There is a touch of fairy spirit and uninhibited in the heroism, and the poem shows a picturesque landscape.

An immortal man, holding a pot of wine in his hand, stepping on the stars and Han shoes, singing loudly, walking towards Kunlun Immortal Mountain, what kind of poetry is this?

However, although the continuation is good, Wei Junshou still feels that in terms of artistic conception, Gu Qiubai's poems are more in line with his heart!

He looked around at the talents, he had already made a decision in his heart, and immediately spoke: "The Qingfeng Poetry Club has been held for five sessions so far, however, only this one is the most suitable for me!" ”

All the talented people looked at Gu Qiubai and Ji Changge, this Qingfeng Poetry Meeting, it is precisely because of these two people that it has become extraordinarily exciting!

The amazing and brilliant poems, the competing poetry competition, made everyone feel that even the scientific examination in front of the palace was nothing more than that.

"Next, this official will announce the leader of this Qingfeng Poetry Society......"

When everyone heard this, they were looking forward to it, who would this leader be?

Even though they already have the answer in their hearts, they can't help but have some expectations.

However, at this moment, Ji Changge, who had been silent, spoke: "Wei Junshou, this time I came to Nanshan, my father asked me to say hello to you." ”

Wei Jun paused for a moment, looked at Ji Changge, and quickly understood what he meant.

After Gu Qiubai heard this, his face changed suddenly, this bastard, do you still want face?

Unexpectedly, at this time, he moved out of the family to exert pressure, wanting Wei County to award the leader to him?

As the first immortal cultivator family in Nanyang County, the Ji family has a lot of power in Nanyang County.

This level of power is indeed worthy of being curried over by the county guard with the leader of the Qingfeng Poetry Society!

Thinking of this, Gu Qiubai's face couldn't help but become ugly.

He has a system task on his body, and if he doesn't get the top spot this time, he will have to abolish a skill.

Gu Qiubai was silent, it was useless to say more at this time, he could only look at the decision of the county guard!

Wei Junshou's eyes swept back and forth over Gu Qiubai and Ji Changge, flashing a trace of complexity.

"This is a poetry meeting, if you want to say hello, you have time to ask when the poetry meeting is over!" At this time, the Ninth Drifting Spirit pouted.

A cold light flashed in Ji Changge's indifferent eyes, but it was covered up by him in an instant.

After Wei Junshou heard this, he was suddenly shocked in his heart, that's right, this is a poetry club, a pure poetry club, not an intricate field of interests!

If he is selfish this time, won't the Qingfeng Poetry Meeting in the future chill the hearts of talented people in the world?

Thinking of this, he finally strengthened his tone and said, "The leader of this Qingfeng Poetry Meeting, Gu Qiubai!" ”

As soon as these three words came out, the system's prompt instantly sounded in Gu Qiubai's mind.

"Mission: Become the leader of this Qingfeng Poetry Club, complete!"

"Reward: 1500 Quest Points!"

Gu Qiubai finally breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately probed his character panel.

Host: Gu Qiubai

Realm: Seven layers of qi refining

Kill Rating: 24600/43000

Fame: 35000 (Rise to Fame)

Mission Points: 1500

Status: Commoner

Exercises: "Killing Immortals" Qi refining chapter

Skills: "Fire Snake Technique", "Transfiguration Technique", "Basic Refining Method", "Formation Solution", Writing Wheel Eye

Tiandao Point: 15

Yes, this time the mission points are very rich, enough to spin the intermediate roulette wheel once.

This time, what good things can you turn to?