"It is worthy of being the young master of the Meng family, and if he can write a poem about the country, he will definitely be able to win the leader of tonight's literary meeting!"

"Brother Shaojing really has a very high talent for poetry, this poem is exquisitely worded, the artistic conception is excellent, it is a superb town!"

"It's better to be famous than to meet, Brother Shaojing really didn't disappoint us all!"

Many Changguo people were full of praise, and their faces were full of excitement. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Ugly, ugly!"

Meng Shaojing bowed his hand to everyone, smiling like a spring breeze, making people feel very comfortable.

Immediately afterwards, Meng Shaojing picked up the paper and asked the nearby readers to read the poems he wrote.

Tarzan

Bow down to Yuan Qilu, look at the sea like a cup.

On the peak, I don't believe that the mountains are open.

The sun hugs Fusang Yue, and the sky crosses the stone.

After you look at the beginning of Qin, there is still the Han Emperor Terrace.

"Good!"

Many scholars applauded, at first they didn't believe that Meng Shaojing could become a town in poetry, but when everyone saw it, they had to admit Meng Shaojing's literary talent.

"Ling Zhenguo, have you finished writing the poem over there, why are you so slow?"

Meng Shaojing looked at Ling Yi with a smile, but the word "Zhenguo" deliberately accentuated his tone and secretly ridiculed.

Ling Yi glanced up at Meng Shaojing, and instead of responding immediately, he lowered his head and continued to write poems.

"No hurry, no hurry, we have time. ”

Meng Shaojing waved his hand, sat back in his place, and then handed the poem he wrote to the guy next to him, "Please help me pass this poem to Mr. Duan." ”

"Yes, the little one will do it immediately. ”

The guy immediately trotted to Duan Mo's table and looked at him deeply, "Mr. Duan, this is a poem written by Young Master Jing, please comment." ”

"Good. ”

Duan Mo took it and admired it, and after a while, he slapped the table: "Not bad! This song "Mount Tai" is unrestrained and heroic, with a unique artistic conception, and there is a huge momentum overlooking Mount Tai, not bad!

"Thank you Mr. Duan for the compliment!", the corners of Meng Shaojing's mouth rose slightly.

"My poem is also written!"

Ling Yi put down his pen after speaking, but he didn't show the poem to everyone, but folded it.

"What is he doing here? Now that the poem has been written, why don't you show it to everyone?"

"Haha...... I know, Ling Yi wrote a bad poem, and he was embarrassed to take it out, so he folded it so that we wouldn't see it. ”

"Haha...... What a joke, did he think that by doing this, he would be able to easily perfunctory the past? It seems to me that he is so weak-hearted. ”

"It turns out that there are such ridiculous scholars in the Tang Kingdom, which really makes people feel pity. ”

Many Changguo people began to ridicule, believing that Ling Yi wrote bad poems, and they all held their heads high.

Meng Shaojing remained silent, but there was sarcasm on the corner of his mouth.

Xun Tianfeng said with a smile: "Look, you don't have to guess the result to know, it will definitely be Shaojing's skills." ”

"What Brother Xun said is extremely true, you don't need to compare with them, Tang Guo has already lost momentum, and he doesn't even dare to show us poetry, so why do you need to compare?", Cao Luo also laughed.

Lu Ming said: "Before the results are announced, it is best not to jump to conclusions. ”

"Listening to Lu Jieyuan's tone, do you think Ling Yi can beat Meng Shaojing?", Xun Tianfeng deliberately raised his voice a little.

Lu Ming said: "Since Ling Yi is a poet of Zhenguo, then he will definitely have his excels, let's just wait and see." ”

"Lu Jieyuan, you are really ...... Hehe......", Xun Tianfeng smiled and shook his head.

Lu Ming took a sip of wine and looked at Ling Yi with his face as usual.

Ling Yi didn't care about everyone's gaze at all, walked straight to Duan Mo's table, bowed deeply to him, and respectfully handed over the poem.

"Please give Mr. Duan advice. ”

"Hmm. ”

Duan Mo stretched out his hand to take the poem, and when he opened the paper, a majestic talent surged out, and the page was even more golden, wafting a faint fragrance of ink.

"The Elephant of the Town!"

Many of the scholars had shocked faces and expressions of disbelief, and they could feel the power of this talent, far more powerful than Meng Shaojing's.

"The pinnacle of the town!"

"Good!"

"No way! How could my talent be lost to this kid!"

Meng Shaojing's face changed drastically, he couldn't believe his eyes, and he couldn't believe that the result of things would be like this.

"Meng Shaojing's talent is actually not as good as Ling Yi......'s! How can it be...... Make a mistake!"

Xun Tianfeng and Cao Luo looked at each other, and then their faces blushed, and their previous words were like a slap in the face, and they slapped them in the face.

Lu Ming couldn't help but laugh and said, "Do you remember what I just said? Before the results are announced, it's best not to jump to conclusions." ”

"This ...... It's just a coincidence!"

Xun Tianfeng said unconvinced: "What can a lot of talent indicate? Mr. Duan has a word first, it depends on whose poems are well written." ”

"Brother Xun means that Ling Zhenguo can't write poetry well?", Lu Ming asked rhetorically.

"That's not what I mean, I mean, if it's about the content of the poem, I think he lacks a little bit of heat. ”

Xun Tianfeng's words became euphemistic, no longer as arrogant as before, obviously worried that he would repeat the mistakes of the past, and was "slapped in the face" by his own words.

Ling Yi didn't have any smugness, he still bowed slightly to Duan Mo, as if a disciple was asking his teacher for advice, very respectful.

"A person like him who is studious will definitely be a highly respected 'scholar' in the future, or a representative of a certain school. ”

Lu Ming thought so, and reflected on himself in his heart, in the future, he would learn like Ling Yi with this attitude of pursuing knowledge, as well as the style of "not panicking".

Duan Mo looked at Ling Yi with great appreciation, and said with a smile: "Today, there are not many people like you who are humble and studious, even the children of the family can't do it, are you interested in coming to the Holy Academy to study with me?"

"What!"

Everyone in the audience opened their mouths wide, almost thinking that they had misheard, Duan Mo's meaning was very clear, that is, he intended to accept Ling Yi as a disciple.

Moreover, he didn't even read Ling Yi's poems, so he directly said such words.

"This kid actually overtook my literary name!"

Meng Shaojing's face was extremely ugly, and at this time he noticed that many scholars had cast mocking glances at him.

"Keep the image, keep the image!"

Meng Shaojing immediately sat down in place and drank tea quietly.

Ling Yi's expression changed slightly, yes, it just changed, and he didn't show an exaggerated expression like the others.

"Thanks to Mr. Duan's kindness, Xiao Sheng has decided to make the four seas his home and devote himself to cultivating his holy path. ”

"What would you do if you were to succeed in the holy way?"

"I just want to spill my blood when the human race is in danger and protect a pure land. Ling Yi replied without thinking. (To be continued.) )