Wei Junshou saw through Ji Changge's mind in an instant, and laughed in his heart, this is unconvinced!

The so-called literati are inferior to each other, but those who have some intelligence, who will admit that they are inferior to others in poetry?

What's more, how can an amazing person like Ji Changge tolerate his poetry being compared. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

No matter how well he cares, after all, he is only an eighteen-year-old boy, and when he sees that his limelight has been robbed by a country man who suddenly appeared, where is he willing to give up?

"That's right, such a good poem, if you don't share it, it's really a pity." Wei Junshou nodded.

With a wave of his hand, a white horse flashed in an instant, lighting up in the air, and immediately, Gu Qiubai's melodious voice echoed above the square.

"The zombie and lonely village does not mourn itself, and Shang Si is the national military wheel."

"Lie down at night and listen to the wind and rain, and the iron horse and the glacier fall into a dream."

As soon as the poem was finished, there was a sudden silence below.

The pictures seemed to flash in front of everyone's eyes, and a stream of blood rushed straight to the brain, as if he had become a general who killed the enemy on horseback.

After a while, a strong sensation finally erupted in the square!

"Wonderful, wonderful, compared to this poem, my poem is simply bullshit."

"Listening to the excitement, no wonder I can win the favor of the two adults."

"Especially the last sentence 'Iron Horse Binghe is in a dream', it's absolutely amazing!"

Ji Changge's brows were always flat, and he frowned slightly, although he didn't want to admit it, but the poem he wrote this time was indeed not as good as this one.

Whether it is in terms of words or artistic conception, this poem is already perfect, sublimating the feelings to an unattainable realm, and people can't help but resonate with emotions.

"Brother Gu, wonderful, even if I am given a lifetime, I will not be able to compose this kind of poem."

Liu Changzong sincerely admired, in terms of poetry, he has been thrown off 108,000 miles.

"Brother Liu has also received the Qingfeng Order, which is also recognized by the county guard, so there is no need to be arrogant." Gu Qiubai comforted.

Wei Junshou had already expected this result, and he was not surprised, but with a wave of his hand, another poem sounded again, this time with a more lazy meaning in his voice.

"The knot is in the human realm, and there is no noise of cars and horses.

How can you ask you? The heart is far away from itself.

Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely see the South Mountain.

The mountain weather is good, and the birds are returning.

There is a true meaning in this, and I have forgotten to distinguish it. ”

This poem came out, although it did not cause such a big touch as the previous poem, but those who know poetry know that this is still a rare good poem for eternity!

They finally knew why the two adults would come out to meet in person, regardless of their identities.

The talents who can compose this kind of poetry will surely achieve unlimited results in the future!

Gu Qiubai was happy to see this kind of scene, just a short moment ago, his reputation value increased by tens of thousands, reaching as much as 3w, which was really an unexpected joy.

"What questions do you have about these two poems?" Wei Junshou smiled and said, "Okay, the first round has also delayed a lot of time, so let's go into the mountain to start the second round of competition." ”

Ji Changge's expression calmed down, and he walked forward in the breeze and drizzle, and actually walked directly to Gu Qiubai's side, causing a commotion.

"It seems that Ji Changge can't bear this breath, there is a good show to watch now."

"Ji Changge has been famous for a long time, how could he be willing to lose to such an unknown kid?"

"It's best that the two of them fight poetry again, and I won't be in vain."

Ji Changge's eyes were as indifferent as water, there was an indescribable magic, he looked at Gu Qiubai, and his tone was calm: "Mr. Gu, did you join the army in your early years?" ”

Gu Qiubai was stunned and shook his head: "I have never joined the army." ”

"Changge has a puzzle, and I hope Mr. will solve his doubts, since he has never been in the army, how did Mr. write such a poem full of patriotism?"

As soon as his words fell, a voice of confusion suddenly sounded around him.

"Yes, this poem is sincere, how can you write it if you haven't joined the army?"

"It seems that this poem is not from the hand of this Gu Qiubai, but he swore that he created it just now, it's too shameless!"

"This kind of blatant plagiarism is simply insulting, and his Qingfeng order should be canceled!"

"It's really scheming, if it weren't for the reminder of the third prince, I'm afraid even the two adults would have been confused."

Wei Junshou and Mei Bearded Gong also had some doubts in their hearts, how could they make such affectionate poems without joining the army?

Gu Qiubai raised his eyebrows, this guy is trying to find fault?

He was about to speak, but another voice rang out in the crowd.

"Who said you have to join the army to write this kind of poem, haven't you ever eaten pork and seen a pig run?" A woman dressed in purple walked out leisurely.

Beside her, followed by a girl in green clothes, seeing so many people looking at them, her face couldn't help but turn red, and she said in a low voice: "Miss, didn't you say that you should keep a low profile?" ”

"Miss Ben has always liked to fight grievances, this Gu Qiubai is talented, how can Miss Ben make him innocent?"

Xiaoqing rolled her eyes, it was clear that she wanted to join in the fun, and she said it so high-soundingly.

"You woman, how can you talk like this, how can you put poetry and pork together?" Someone was displeased.

"Eating pork and writing poetry are both part of life, so why can't they be said together? Do you only write poems and don't eat meat anymore? The woman pursed her lips.

"Y-You're just a strong word?" The scholar's face was red and his ears were red.

"Okay, that girl will put it another way, the contemporary Confucian Li Yingwu's "Sleepwalking in the Heavenly Palace" is known as a unique in the ages, did he really go to the Heavenly Palace to make this poem?"

As soon as the woman's voice fell, the surrounding scholars were speechless.

"Hehe, what a sharp-toothed little girl." Wei Jun looked at the woman in purple with a smile in his eyes.

A cold light flashed in Ji Changge's eyes, he waved his sleeves, didn't say a word, and went directly into the mountain for the next round.

"Okay guys, the so-called 'article is natural, and the magic hand is even', this farce is here, please go into the mountains for the second round of competition, and the rest of the talents who have not received the Qingfeng order, the next Qingfeng Poetry Club is still welcome." Wei Junshou waved his hand.

Gu Qiubai also walked towards the light curtain with a smile, just walked side by side with the woman in purple, and said, "Thank you girl for breaking the siege, you haven't asked Fang Ming yet?" ”

He looked at the woman in purple, her appearance was quite delicate, but in the Xianxia world with so many beauties, it was too ordinary, even slightly inferior to the maid beside her.

However, for some reason, this woman has a unique charm, and if you look closely, you can't help but fall into it.

Doubts flashed in Gu Qiubai's eyes, and he couldn't help but turn his head, not daring to look any more.

"This girl's name is the Ninth Drifting Spirit." She patted Gu Qiubai on the shoulder and said, "Your writing is very good, how about it, will you mix with me?" ”

"Forehead ......" Gu Qiubai had a black line on his forehead, and instead of answering the topic, he asked, "Ninth Piaoling, this is really a strange name." ”

"The world is so big, there are no surprises, and if you think it's strange, it only means that your knowledge is too narrow." The ninth Piaoling patted Gu Qiubai's shoulder, with an old-timer attitude.

Gu Qiubai rolled her eyes, it seems that this girl is not only a poisonous tongue, but also a pretending criminal?

While the two were talking, they came to a peach orchard unconsciously.

The peach trees in the peach orchard compete with each other, and in the drizzle, it seems to have come to a fairyland.

In front of everyone, there are three stone bridges, the stone bridge is more than ten zhang wide, hundreds of zhang long, and a clear stream under the bridge is gurgling, with peach blossoms, floating into the distance.

On both sides of the stone bridge, rows of peach trees are also planted, and the peach blossoms cover the stone bridge, lining the stone bridge very poignantly.

Gu Qiubai looked at the commotion of the crowd, it seemed that a lot of talents had been eliminated in the first round, and there were only a thousand people here at this time.

Ji Changge stood alone at the front of the crowd, his expression returned to indifference and coldness, and he looked at the front quietly.

Wei Junshou and Mei Gong stood on both sides of the stone bridge, looked at the talented man in front of them and said, "Now start the second level, to the poetry couplet!" ”