Li Bumian's eyes became solemn, and he roughly calculated that the probability of a person from another world writing a poem, and this poem happens to be exactly the same as a poem on earth, is about equal to the probability of "The Age of Yi" winning the Nobel Prize in Literature.

In short, this is absolutely impossible to happen.

Then there is only one possibility, the man who is pretending to be forced on the stage is his fellow countryman!

Li Budian only felt that the sky was thundering, when did this traverser become a cabbage?

"This son is not to be underestimated!"

The Oriental legend's eyes were sharp, and he took a sip of wine and said.

"This person's talent is so high, what if he really wins the first place?"

Yan Qingling said worriedly.

Li Halfian couldn't see any expression on his masked face, but said steadily: "Don't mess around, everything is under control." ”

Li Budian was determined in his heart, pretending to be forced with himself, it was really a big knife in front of Guan Gong.

Yan Qingling and the Oriental Legend heard Li Sleepian's words, and immediately calmed down, Li Sleepian was already an almighty image in their hearts.

On the stage, He Caiyun smiled, glanced at the accompanying scholars who were discouraged, and announced to the audience: "The result is already very clear, the amazement of the last poem is obvious to everyone, then the winner of the first round is, Ye Hao!"

When the wealthy businessmen who were eliminated on the stage heard the announcement of the results, their faces immediately darkened, and they scolded their accompanying scholars one after another, and they got off the stage stupidly, very reluctantly.

The audience erupted in cheers.

"I thought this kid was a mallet, but I didn't expect it to be very powerful. ”

"Yes, seeing that he couldn't hold back a word for a long time, I thought he couldn't read. ”

"There are still two brushes. ”

Ye Hao on the stage took a deep breath and kept telling himself to be calm, are these fools praising people? Don't be so mean, right? Brother.

He Caiyun continued: "Then let's move on to the second round of the Begonia Poetry Club, where the guests between 40 and 30 will compete, and the winners of the first round will also participate, what is the theme for the second round?"

He Caiyun thought for a while, suddenly rolled his eyes, and said, "Yes, let's make a poem with the theme of the moon!"

At this time, one of the accompanying scholars was overjoyed and patted his thigh, "It just so happens that I have already stocked up on a quatrain about Mingyue, which has never been published, and I didn't expect it to come in handy today!"

The rich businessman with this scholar laughed badly, and said happily: "I really found the right person! Da Xiucai, if you win the championship today, your remuneration will be increased fivefold!"

This scholar is also overjoyed.

The wealthy businessmen around all frowned, and it was okay to have a Ye Hao halfway, but I didn't expect that the accompanying scholar had just made a poem about the moon that had not been published, and this luck was worth a lot.

At this moment, Ye Hao shook the hem of his clothes, and added the power of True Yuan into his voice, and said coawardly: "Look at it below, don't waste time, make a poem first, if you think anyone can beat me, then compose a poem and compare it with the next, but I don't think this is possible!"

The original owner of Ye Hao's body was originally a handsome guy with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, although Ye Hao was only wearing a coarse cloth shirt at this time, he was still chic, and the jade tree was in the wind.

Everyone on the stage was shocked, and was provoked by Ye Hao's rash move.

At this time, an old man with a very academic demeanor stood up and said disdainfully: "I really don't take my wild goose bachelor seriously, and make a poem, do you really think that you are a poet?"

When the people around saw the old man, they were shocked.

"I know him, he's a teacher at Dayan Academy!"

"Oh my God, he's really rich, I'm afraid it took a lot of silver to invite him over, right?"

"If there is a teacher, Ye Hao must have lost. ”

"Now it depends on how Ye Hao ends. ”

He Caiyun didn't say a word, and she also became interested in this duel.

In the face of the-for-tat confrontation of the teachers of Dayan Academy, Ye Hao was unmoved.

"It's a mule or a horse, pull it out and slip it, and we'll see the real thing!"

Ye Hao shook the hem of his clothes, pretending to be infinite, he slowly stretched out his right hand, and suddenly shouted: "Come on!"

Everyone on the stage was shocked by Ye Hao's momentum, could he really be sure of defeating the teacher of Dayan Academy?

The school teacher looked at Ye Hao with a sneer, but he wanted to see what he could write.

Seeing Ye Hao pretending to be so forced, He Caiyun also covered his mouth and chuckled, and handed the brush to Ye Hao.

"The theme is the moon, right?" Ye Hao asked lightly.

He Caiyun nodded.

Ye Hao took a deep breath and said, "Please take the trouble to bring a pot of wine to me." ”

Everyone was stunned, not knowing what Ye Hao was going to do.

The school teacher looked contemptuous and said, "Pretend to be a ghost! If you can win against the old man, the old man will eat this table!"

Ye Hao glanced over his head and said coldly to the school teacher: "This is what you said!"

The school teacher replied, "That's right, I said it!"

The scene instantly entered a white-hot state, and the emotions of all the audience in the audience were ignited by the needle-to-needle confrontation of the two, and they looked forward to the development of the story to the extreme.

At this time, He Caiyun had already brought a pot of wine for Ye Hao.

"Shaoxia, your wine. He Caiyun reminded.

Ye Hao took the wine jug, didn't say a word, and directly poured it.

After taking a sip of fine wine, a bouquet of wine spilled from Ye Hao's mouth.

Ye Hao wiped his mouth, and then shouted: "Happy!"

Ye Hao picked up the brush and wrote poems on the paper with a wide opening and closing, the movements were smooth and smooth, without the slightest pause, and the wonderful pen was full of flowers in one go.

It's over.

Ye Hao slowly put down the brush and exhaled lightly.

"See for yourselves. ”

Ye Hao lifted the wine jug, and while drinking, he walked to the side in a dashing manner.

At this time, a group of scholars immediately gathered around to see what kind of poems Ye Hao would compose.

When many scholars saw it, cold sweat flowed from their foreheads and backs.

An accompanying scholar couldn't help but read.

"When is the bright moon? ”

"I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace. ”

"I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable. ”

"Dance to figure out the shadow, how it seems to be in the world. ”

"Turn to Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly. ”

"There should be no hatred, and nothing will be done in a long way. ”

"People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. ”

"I hope that people will last a long time, thousands of miles together. ”

The accompanying scholar finished reading, and his voice began to tremble.

"Quatrain! Quatrain! This is a quatrain!"

All the scholars turned their heads at the same time, and looked at Ye Hao, who was secretly sad and was drinking, as if they were looking at an unreachable giant, and the knowledge they had gained from countless cold windows in their own lives was completely insignificant compared to the man in front of them!

Bang!

Instant explosion!

Nie Xiaorou in the veil only felt that her eyes were a little moist, thinking of her brother who had been separated for many years, Nie Xiaorou felt very deeply, and couldn't help but read it out: "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete." I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles......"

The Oriental Legend in the audience was a little unstable, the Oriental Legend's eyes flashed, a vicious light flashed, and he said gloomily: "This son can't be kept!"

The Legend of the East has already begun to think about how to wipe out Ye Hao so that Shangguan Yun can win, and now it seems that Ye Hao's threat is too great.

After the Oriental Legend finished speaking, Yan Qingling's eyes also looked at Li Sleepian, waiting for Li Sleepian's signal.

Li Sleepian was not shocked, like an old monk in a fixed place, stroked his non-existent beard, and said lightly: "Don't worry, I have already tailored a poem for Shangguan Yun, and I have the chance to win." ”

The two of them heard Li Sleepian's words and calmed down again.

On the stage, Ye Hao looked at the school teacher and said lightly: "It's your turn, Sen Sen." ”

The eyes of everyone in Tieyantai looked at the teacher of Dayan Academy.

The school teacher blew his beard and glared, knowing that he could not win against the boy, he picked up a piece of paper, wrote the word "table" on it, and ate the paper.

Then he fled and left Tieyantai, he just wanted to find a crack in the ground at this time, and the face of Dayan Academy was ruined by himself.

Everyone in the audience was shocked.

"Didn't the teachers of the Dayan Academy flee without a fight?"

"It's terrifying!"

Indeed, the poems he wrote just now are really amazing and brilliant. ”

"Huh. Ye Hao smiled slightly, looked at the other ten scholars who were in the round with him with a hint of a smile, and said lightly: "Do you think you can win?"

Many scholars shook their heads and left in a huff, and the rich businessmen had no choice but to leave, not because they were too weak, but because the enemy was too strong!

He Caiyun felt that Ye Hao was getting more and more interesting, and couldn't help but look at him a few more times, this last Begonia poetry meeting was really not simple.

He Caiyun announced: "The strength of this young man is obvious to all, and the winner of the second round is still Ye Hao!"

There was a burst of cheers from the audience, although everyone felt that Ye Hao was a little crazy, but after all, the strength was there, he should be dragged and he should be crazy.

Ye Hao felt that it was not good to pretend to be forced round by round, Ye Hao glanced at Shangguan Yun who was sitting far away, and suddenly felt that he should speed up the progress, and if he wanted to pretend to be forced, he had to pretend to be a big one!

He Caiyun's voice just fell.

Ye Hao said: "My strength has been well known, and now the progress is too slow, so let's do it." ”

Ye Hao waved his sleeves, looked at the rich businessmen and scholars, and said lightly: "You all go together!"

All the accompanying scholars on the stage did not dare to speak, because the poems Ye Hao made just now were so amazing and brilliant that they had entered the point where they could go down in history, and Ye Hao had the capital to call everyone together.

He Caiyun was a little embarrassed, walked up to Ye Hao and said, "The Begonia Poetry Club has never had such a situation in the past years, and I ask the young man to abide by the rules." ”

Ye Hao shook off the hem of his clothes and said lightly: "This is a bad statement, I think everyone has agreed." ”

"This ......" He Caiyun glanced at the many scholars who were silent beside her, and she was a little unsure.

At this moment, a cold young man with clear eyebrows walked out of the crowd, shook the folding fan in his hand and said lightly: "Ye Xiucai is right, everyone present is afraid that few of them are your opponents, I don't think it's as good as this, we have a final round of competition, and the winner will finally challenge General Shangguan as the champion, how about this?"

Everyone on the stage was surprised when they saw this person stand up.

"It's ......"

"This is the literary champion of the Dayan Dynasty!"

"Oh my God!? Why is he here?"

Wen Zhuangyuan said softly: "Ye Xiucai's literary talent is by no means below me, and the results of round by round are also obvious, with Ye Xiucai's strength, he can definitely enter the last round, what do you think of my proposal just now?"

"Wen Zhuangyuan said so, so that's it. ”

"That's right, Ye Xiucai is really amazing, and my generation is invincible. ”

Everyone chimed in.

Ye Hao smiled coldly, Wencai is not below you? Hehe, I am N levels higher than you.