Mr. Wu, a gentleman with a look on his face, glanced at the middle-aged man in a hurry, and suddenly looked up to the sky and shouted: "I don't accept it, I don't accept it, this must not be done by him, it must be done by the ancients, it is impossible for him to make this kind of rhythmic poetry, impossible, absolutely impossible!" ”

As soon as Mr. Wu said this, the look of shock on everyone's faces began to appear, yes, this little scholar is from the northwest border, unknown, and so young, how can he make such a poetic conception that can be called the top?

It's impossible! This is not real! That's not realistic!

Lao Wu said that this poem was made by the ancients, but there is still a little possibility, Xiuzhen civilization has been inherited for countless years, although the poetry of the rhythm because of its unique value, it is relatively well preserved, but there is no guarantee that there will be no omission.

Everyone's eyes looked at Qi Fei, Qi Fei smiled slightly, and didn't speak!

Mr. Wen Ya Wu suddenly shouted loudly at this time: "Please ask Mr. to write the question, the more unpopular and obscure, the better, I never believe that he can really make rhythmic poems!" ”

The middle-aged man frowned slightly, then nodded, looked at Qi Fei, and thought to himself, if this little scholar really got some poems from the sages that had not been circulated, then what topic should he come up with? …… Let's come up with a military-themed topic! After all, among the sages, there are no metrical poems with military themes, and poems with this theme are basically ancient sayings, and the sages have hardly done this kind of metrical poems. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Well, I think that's it for the second question, let's make a poem on the theme of the military!"

As soon as he said this, everyone was stunned, not only Mr. Wu was stunned, but even Qi Fei was stunned.

This kind of poem must have a foundation of life in the army, otherwise it is difficult to make it, this is not a romantic fantasy sentence, just imagination can form that kind of cold and cold tone, this is the need to have a life, even have military experience!

Mr. Wu is not good at this kind of subject, he is a literati and has not been in the army, but a small scholar should not be good at it, he is young, and he is just a scholar, how can he write this kind of poem well?

If the poem of the scholar just now is still in doubt, then in this second competition, he only needs to know the truth as soon as he makes it!

There are almost no military poetry works in the Tang Dynasty, and even ancient poetry is very rare, so once a small piece of scholar is made, it is absolutely impossible to exist, and there is no possibility that the predecessors have not circulated the poems.

However, everyone still has a little idea in their hearts, although Mr. Wu has never been in the army, it does not mean that he does not know the army at all, on the contrary, he still has some knowledge of the army.

As for Xiaoduan's scholar, although he is young, he is only a scholar and has never entered the army, but he is from Liangzhou, what is Liangzhou? That's a big border province! It is a place of martial arts, a place where the heavy troops of the Tang State are stationed, and they fight every year, and no one can be sure that Xiao Duan Shusheng does not know the army at all.

The middle-aged man glanced at the two of them at this time, and said slowly: "It's not easy to write poems on the theme of the army, so this competition is not limited to five words and seven words, long sentences and short sentences, and each shows its strengths." ”

Qi Fei nodded when he heard this, and said, "Let's ask Mr. Wu to come first!" ”

He had a teasing face, and everyone could see that it meant that if I came first, then you Lao Wu still didn't have to do it at all, just admit defeat.

Mr. Wen Ya Wu gritted his teeth fiercely and snorted: "Then I'll come first, little scholar, don't think about referring to my poems, how can you understand your military career at a young age, I'm afraid you will be exposed this time!" ”

Qi Fei smiled slightly when he heard this, but did not refute, but just stretched out his hand and gently made a gesture of please.

Mr. Wu pinched the folding fan in his hand and began to pace slowly, and only after a long time did he speak: "The cold wind is cold and the moon is dark, the swords and guns are dancing and the feathers and arrows are flying, and the thousands of horsemen are stepping on the Hu people's tents at night, and the thousands of troops are like thunder." ”

As soon as this poem came out, everyone looked at me, I looked at you, this poem is very good in the Xiuzhen civilization, and it is still a military poem, so there is a bonus, which can be regarded as a good grade.

If it was in the past, as soon as this poem came out, everyone would have applauded loudly, but after the previous love poem, several people were cautious and did not dare to applaud easily, for fear that the little scholar would really make a good work, and then be slapped in the face by Chi Guoguo.

However, the middle-aged man was a middle-aged man for a moment and said: "This poem is good, it is a masterpiece, write it down." This made Mr. Wu secretly relieved in his heart, then looked at Qi Fei, opened the folding fan with a "bang", and secretly waited in his heart for this little piece of book that did not know the height of the sky to be ugly.

Qi Fei glanced at Mr. Wu's expression, pursed his lips, and said, "What is this?" Mr. Wu? Are you also poetry? ”

His words made almost everyone present angry, especially the middle-aged man, who had just finished praising the poem, and was told by a small scholar what kind of thing this was.

This kid is too arrogant, although he is young and frivolous, and he is angry about the book, but he will be beaten when he talks like this, by the way, this kid said that his swordsmanship is unparalleled in the world, and he is naturally not afraid of being beaten, but the words themselves will cause countless troubles, Wu Wu's second, this word must be released, and I can't say how many famous swordsmen in Datang will challenge him.

The middle-aged man suddenly learned to fly together, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "This poem is still good, right?" Since the scholar does not approve of it, then he still asks the scholar to compose a poem? ”

Qi Fei smiled and nodded, at this time, someone had already prepared a pen and paper, planning to write it down.

Qi Fei was still holding a white pipe pen and walked a few steps: "Since Mr. Wu is making a short poem, then I will have a seven-character quatrain, although I have never joined the army, but it may not be impossible to make a military poem!" ”

Quatrains! Seven quatrains! The quatrain is even more powerful!

Although everyone stared at Qi Fei with wide eyes, waiting for him to compose a poem.

"Wine Luminous Glass!" Qi Fei groaned indifferently.

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, this, what kind of military poetry is this? This can't be a toast poem, right?

"If you want to drink the pipa, urge it immediately!" Qi Fei said leisurely.

The mood changes suddenly! Sure enough, it's a quatrain, even if it's not a military poem, it's going to be a superb work!

"Don't laugh when you're drunk on the battlefield!" Qi Fei's voice was a little high.

Ah, this sentence actually made the whole picture of the poem suddenly change and become a kind of sad atmosphere.

"A few people from the ancient war are back!" Qi Fei's voice was sad and desolate, and it actually attracted almost everyone in the small village to come out to watch.

Suddenly, after everyone heard this, they were all stunned!