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For a while, the noisy square instantly fell silent, and the pins could be heard.

Everyone listened attentively, wondering what the topic of the opening meeting of the Qingfeng Poetry Meeting was.

"The topic this time is very simple, since it is a poetry meeting, everyone will improvise an idyllic poem and a lyric poem within the time of a pillar of incense, and the official will judge you one by one whether you are eligible for the Qingfeng Order!"

"After thinking about it, you can wave and call for the dream butterfly, and then you only need to recite the poems you have thought of in your heart."

"This time, there should be a lot of talented people who are here for the official's water beads, but if you want to take the first place, you have to show a little real ability, hahaha."

As soon as the voice fell, all kinds of noises sounded again, this topic is not too difficult, but a little simple.

After all, who can come to participate in this poetry meeting, except for some people who watch the excitement, who can't write a few poems?

Moreover, the subject is also very broad, only pastoral and lyric poetry are sufficient, and most people are even more handy.

However, because it is simple, it is more difficult, which means that your poem must be better than others in order to stand out among these tens of thousands.

Tens of thousands of people, but not everyone can get the Qingfeng Order, at least half of them have to be eliminated!

Gu Qiubai looked at the surroundings and exchanged ears, and he was also thinking quickly in his heart.

At this moment, the verses flashed in his mind, one after another, and they were extremely clear.

A hint of joy flashed in Gu Qiubai's eyes, in the real world, he didn't feel anything about language, but he didn't expect so many poems to seem to be reflected in his mind.

"Is it because of the talent I got before?" Gu Qiubai quickly thought of this possibility.

Before he gained the talent of talent, I am afraid that he also obtained the poetry culture of 5,000 years in China.

It's just that with such a huge group of poems, which two of them does he want to choose?

……

On the square, a person dressed in white like snow, with a three-foot long sword at his waist, has a dusty temperament, standing alone in the crowd, as if standing out from the crowd.

His face was indifferent, his sword eyebrows were starry, and his whole body unconsciously revealed a sense of nobility, which made people dare not approach.

Beside him, followed by an old man with white hair and a long beard, hunched on his back, careful and respectful.

If there is a strong person here, you can find that this old man is actually a master of building the pinnacle of the foundation!

Around the man, a group of people were also quietly talking, looking at the man in white with extreme surprise in his eyes.

"Why does this person look a little like Ji Changge?"

"That Ji Changge, the third son of the first immortal cultivator family in Nanyang County?" Some people were surprised.

"It is indeed the third son, at that time, I saw it once from afar."

"Hey, it really deserves to be a once-in-a-century immortal cultivation genius of the Ji family, looking at the fluctuations in his cultivation, I'm afraid he has reached the middle stage of foundation building, tsk, the eighteen-year-old middle stage of foundation building, this is really God bless the Ji family."

"But how did he end up here?"

"The family pays attention to the set of entering the WTO, and when the cultivation is reached, it will put down the mountain to experience and wash the heart of the red dust."

"Hey, with the participation of the third son, it seems that the leader of this time is hopeless." Someone sighed.

"Hmph, he's just a good cultivator, this Qingfeng Poetry Club is not comparable to mana, who won't necessarily win?" Some people are not convinced.

When the people around heard this, they couldn't help but laugh in a low voice.

"Brother Tai, you don't know, the third son's talent for cultivating immortals is really powerful, but his attainments in poetry are not much better than his talent for cultivating immortals."

"It is rumored that the third prince can compose poetry at the age of three, at the age of five, he is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and at the age of ten, he is already the leading talent in Nanyang County.

"Look, the third prince has raised his hand!"

In the crowd, Ji Changge raised his eyebrows, ignored the discussion around him, and slowly raised his right hand.

At the moment when Ji Changge raised his hand, in the light curtain in front of the square, a colorful butterfly fluttered out.

The butterfly flapped its wings, and in the blink of an eye, it came to the sky above Ji Changge's head, and a faint pollen fell down.

After a few breaths, the Butterfly flapped its wings again and returned to the light curtain in front of the plaza.

"This is the Dream Butterfly, its pollen can communicate the deepest voice of the heart, and convey it to the caster, it is the plaything of some nobles in their leisure time." Liu Changzong stood beside Gu Qiubai and explained.

With Ji Changge at the beginning, more and more talented people raise their hands, after all, the more they raise their hands, the fewer opportunities I am afraid there will be, if they raise their hands first, the county guard will read fewer poems, and they will have a chance to advance!

Liu Changzong also raised his hand at this time, and a dream butterfly flew out of the light curtain and came to the sky above his head.

Gu Qiubai was able to see the appearance of this dream butterfly from a quiet distance, half the size of a palm, and every time he flapped his wings, some colorful pollen fell from above.

"Brother Gu, aren't you participating?"

Liu Changzong sent out the poem, his mood relaxed slightly, and seeing that Gu Qiubai had not moved, he couldn't help but have some doubts in his heart.

At this time, more than half of the people in the square had already written and sent out the poems, and only a few people were still meditating.

After all, a poem like this with a wide range of genres will be composed by everyone on weekdays, and at this time, just choose one or two of the best ones!

"If you write poetry, you can't be in a hurry." Gu Qiubai smiled.

Liu Changzong smiled, the void pointed a few times, and said, "Then wait for Brother Gu's good poems." ”

Gu Qiubai looked at the surrounding scenes, and finally selected two poems, so he slowly raised his right hand.

……

In the depths of Nanshan, colorful clouds are swirling, fairy birds are flying, there are more waterfalls and flowing springs, between green mountains and green waters, along the winding mountain road, you can go straight to the top of Nanshan.

At this time, it was drizzling and the breeze was blowing, adding a little melancholy and tranquility to this South Mountain.

Between the few clouds and mist, a blue and white mansion stood in it, shining with scorching brilliance and revealing a poetic atmosphere.

In a compound of the mansion, begonia flowers are planted on both sides, blooming magnificent flowers, and bursts of fragrance emanate.

A middle-aged scribe sat on a bench, and in front of him, there were stacks of blank papers, and in just a few moments, lines of poetry would appear on the white paper.

Next to the middle-aged scribe, there was also a middle-aged man in a green coat with a beautiful beard, holding a wine jug and looking at the scribe with a smile.

The middle-aged scribe picked up one of the blank pieces of paper where the poem had just appeared, looked at it for a moment, sighed, and threw it aside.

"Brother Wei, how can you see that you have been sighing, are the poems written by these talented people not to your taste?" The haired man beside him toasted a glass of wine and said with a smile.

"Hey, there are too few poems that can resonate, most of them are moaning without disease, and they are just elegant, which is really average." Wei Junshou sighed, "It's the Ji family's kid's sentence 'The wild sky is low and the trees are low, and Jiang Qingyue is near' has a bit of flavor." ”

"Is it the rumored genius third son of the Ji family?" The bearded man was a little interested.

"Exactly, but this kid is a bit poetic in pastoral poetry, and the lyric poetry is still inferior, and can only be barely called a good poem." Wei Junshou shook his head.

The beautiful bearded man laughed: "Brother Wei, you are too harsh, you were the leader of the imperial examination back then, if you take your set to measure, there are few people in the world who can meet the standard, this is also a small poetry meeting, almost it, or are you reluctant to make it difficult for this group of talented and beautiful people?" ”

"Where is this, the water bead is valuable, but Wei has not yet reached the point of reluctance, I am just sighing, there are too few young people who are willing to study poetry now."

"Hehe, it's not the old stubbornness of the Haoran Sect, most immortal cultivators don't advocate the set of 'having poetry and books in their belly'."

Wei Junshou didn't say much, and continued to look at the poems, and every time he looked at a poem, his brows deepened, and he felt a little more impatient in his heart.

"Hey, can't the current talents really make good poems?"

Finally, another poem appeared in front of him, Wei Junshou picked it up casually, and he had little hope for the poems that appeared.

However, when he looked at the poem, his cloudy eyes slowly lit up, his arms trembled so much that he could barely hold the paper, and his heart was even more excited.

Good poetry, good poetry!

ps: Acute gastroenteritis, pain all night~~