Because the outside was noisy and not suitable for Dou Shi, everyone entered the box where Feng Yuanjun was.

"Two witnesses, please come up with the title of the first game. Everyone sat down, and Feng Yuanjun made a gesture of invitation very gentlemanly.

In this world, it is very common for the literary cultivators to fight poetry, because this is also a way of practice for them, and the literary cultivators usually fight poetry in three games, each game is covered by the witnesses, and the two sides of the poem are respectively composed poems, which poem has a high talent value The author will win a game, and the first person to win two games is naturally the winner of the fighting poem.

"Let's start the first game with wine. ”

Shen Muling pointed to the table and Zhou Tong drank most of the rain and dew wine on the table and said.

"Okay, does Brother Zhou have any opinions?" Feng Yuanjun nodded and looked at Zhou Tong.

"Yes. Zhou Tong shrugged, looking indifferent.

"Then the first game began. ”

Shen Muling said and took out an hourglass from the Qiankun bag and put it on the table, in this world, every game of poetry fighting by literary cultivators is usually a time of "one leak of sand", if you can't write a poem, you will lose.

The sand slowly flowed down, and the box became quiet.

Feng Yuanjun frowned slightly, and the paper fan in his hand shook rhythmically, obviously thinking about the poem about wine.

Zhou Tong's eyes were "dull", his eyes were hollow, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Sister Yan, that guy doesn't seem to be thinking about it at all. Shen Muling stared at Zhou Tong for a long time, biting Yue Xiyan's ear and muttering quietly.

"You're not a roundworm in his stomach, how do you know that he is thinking about it. Yue Xiyan chuckled and shook her head.

"Hmph, I think he is going to be exposed this time, so the dean will not force us to persuade him to join the Academy of Letters. Thinking that there was no need to persuade Zhou Tong to join the Academy of Literature, Shen Muling's mood was inexplicably much better.

At this moment, Zhou Tong really didn't think about poetry, because he knew too much about the classic poems about wine, and it shouldn't be a problem to take out a random poem and Feng Yuanjun in seconds, at this moment, Zhou Tong was looking through the people nearby, checking the information of Feng Yuanjun and his followers.

People in the neighborhood –

Feng Yuanjun, male, 21 years old, height 178cm, weight 75kg.

Hobbies, poems, novels, beautiful women.

Cultivation is level, and the Qi Gathering Realm is eightfold.

Defects, narrow-mindedness, kidney weakness and spleen weakness, talent evacuation, and unstable foundation.

......

Liu Changyuan, male, 19 years old, height 176cm, weight 90kg.

Hobbies, beauties, food, novels.

Cultivation is level, and the Qi Gathering Realm is fivefold.

defects, no talent for literary cultivation, should be changed to martial cultivation.

......

Yu Bo, male, 18 years old, height 172cm, weight 78kg.

Hobbies, flying - planes, beautiful women.

Cultivation is level, and the Qi Gathering Realm is fourfold.

Defects, physical weakness and illness, not suitable for any practice, otherwise life will not be more than 24 years.

......

Zhou Tong flipped through the information of Feng Yuanjun and several people, and couldn't help laughing, these people deserve to be able to play together, most of their hobbies are similar, and they are either weak in the kidneys and spleen, or weak in the body......

"He actually laughed??"

In the eyes of everyone, Zhou Tong has always been in a "sluggish" state, so a sudden smile startled Shen Muling and Feng Yuanjun's three followers.

"It's just Dou Shi, this guy is crazy. Liu Changyuan rolled his eyes.

"The first time I saw this guy, I thought it was weird, and there was a problem. Yu Bo nodded in agreement.

"But in this case, Brother Jun will win. Liu Changyuan smiled lightly.

"That's nature, but winning over such an idiot doesn't seem to be a glorious thing. Yu Bo shook his head slightly.

Just as the two were talking in a whisper, all the fine sand of the hourglass flowed down.

"The time has come. ”

Shen Muling's expression suddenly announced, and then, his eyes fell on Zhou Tong, who was in a sluggish state throughout the whole process, and said coldly, "Are you finished writing your poem?"

"Of course. Zhou Tong smiled lightly.

Shen Muling glanced at Zhou Tong, she naturally didn't believe Zhou Tong's words.

"Hmph, it depends on when you pretend!" Shen Muling snorted coldly and continued, "Okay, let's write your poems." ”

The works of Dou Shi were put on paper and then handed over to the witnesses for comparison.

Feng Yuanjun was naturally familiar with the road, took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the Qiankun bag, and wrote a little bit.

And Zhou Tong was dumbfounded, he was a martial arts cultivator, so naturally he would not carry with him the things commonly used by the cultivators.

"That, Miss Mu Ling, I don't have pen, ink, paper, inkstone......" Zhou Tong grinned.

"I don't even have pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and I actually say that I can compose poetry? "Shen Muling can be regarded as having caught the opportunity to be thoughtful, so he will naturally not be polite.

And Feng Yuanjun's followers also laughed.

"I didn't even have pen and ink to dare to fight poetry with Brother Jun, it's really a long insight. ”

"Haha, the people of Tianhe Academy are really funny, they don't have pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and they dare to say that they can compose poems!"

“......”

"Mine lend you. ”

In the midst of a playful laughter, Yue Xiyan opened her mouth, and then directly took out her pen, ink, paper, and inkstone and placed it on the table.

"Write it. ”

There was no hint of ridicule on Yue Xiyan's delicate face.

"Uh...... This ......"

Looking at the regular pen, ink, paper and inkstone, Zhou Tong frowned, still looking embarrassed.

"Hmph, I know that you didn't make a poem at all!!" Seeing this, Shen Muling naturally thought that Zhou Tong didn't make a poem.

"Miss Mu Ling is right, he just didn't make it!" Liu Changyuan echoed with a smile.

"Hehe, a martial artist has to do some poetry, now it's exposed!" Yu Bo also laughed.

And hearing the conversation of several people, Feng Yuanjun, who was writing his own works, also shook his head with a smile, and sure enough, as he expected, Zhou Tong was an imposter at all.

"What?, you didn't make a poem??" Yue Xiyan also frowned, compared with Shen Muling, Feng Yuanjun and others, she was more willing to believe that Zhou Tong's talent was true, after all, his poems were recognized by the sage, and the war of words with Su Xuanbai in the Academy of Literature yesterday was also real, Su Xuanbai, who was known as the number one talent in the Academy of Literature, lost without temper, this can't be faked, but at this time, Zhou Tong's performance has to be doubted.

"Was it really just an accident yesterday?"

Yue Xiyan thought silently in her heart.

And at this moment, Zhou Tong opened his mouth again, "That, I made the poem, it's just, I, I can't write~!!"

"What?!"

"Can't write??"

"I can't write, but I can write poetry??"

"Hahaha, that's the funniest joke I've ever heard!"

“......”

As soon as Zhou Tong said this, everyone was shocked, and then laughed, he couldn't write a word, so he still made a poem of wool! !

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