"Move, you have to move......"

Zhou Tong smiled, and involuntarily thought of the information about Yue Xiyan among the people nearby before, especially the one in Sanwei, 98, 60, 94, this ratio is definitely the best of the best, and the current Yue Xiyan's figure is indeed consistent with what is shown in the people nearby, even if it is covered with a pink gauze, but her perfect figure is difficult to hide, especially the two towering jade-peaks under the neck, which makes people can't help but want to "explore"......

By the way, there is also a preference, rhythm, poetry, and middle finger.

This middle finger ...... It's lit up!!

The corners of Zhou Tong's mouth flashed a wicked smile, and he subconsciously looked at Yue Xiyan's jade hands, which were really fragrant, and his ten fingers were like jade, especially the middle finger that "stood out from the crowd", which was as white as mutton fat but with a hint of shy pink......

"I can't imagine it, I can't describe it......"

Zhou Tong sighed in his heart, but at this time, there was a turmoil in the small courtyard, and everyone's discussions came into his ears from time to time.

"Zhou Tong's goods are really shit luck!"

"No, it was really a blessing to be invited to the Academy of Literature. ”

"It's still the goddess who personally invited, Yue Xiyan, the first beauty of the Academy of Literature!"

"Alas, it seems that I will have to read more in the future, this is a shortcut to pick up girls!"

“......”

Hearing these voices, Zhou Tong's heart was naturally beautiful, he deliberately took a square step, and then, in the envious eyes, followed Yue Xiyan and the other daughters to leave......

Faculty of Letters.

A thin white-bearded old man was sitting in front of the bookcase copying poems, and the white light flashed outside the window.

The old man was stunned, his eyes immediately showed excitement, and then, throwing the pen in his hand, he didn't even have time to put on his shoes, grabbed the door barefoot, and ran straight to the holy book platform outside the main hall.

"Haha, it's been three years, and someone from my literary academy has finally been recognized by the saint again......"

The old man laughed as he ran, and the beard under his chin was pouting.

"Xuanbai, Xiyan, Mu Ling, Changfeng...... Who is it? Who created the masterpiece that is recognized by the saints???" The old man wondered to himself as he ran.

However, when the old man ascended to the holy platform and saw the signature of the author of the "divine work" that had just been born, he was stunned.

"Zhou Tong?"

"This is someone from the Faculty of Letters??"

The old man frowned, and thought about it seriously, although the number of students in the Academy of Literature was much smaller than that of the Academy of Martial Arts, there were more than a thousand people, of which there were only more than a hundred male students, and the names of these people were almost known to the old man, but there seemed to be no one named Zhou Tong.

"Your Excellency, Dean. ”

A warm male voice sounded in his ears, the old man turned his head sideways, and a young man in white walked up to the holy book platform with a smile on his face.

"Xuan Bai, you came just in time, can we have a student named Zhou Tong in the Academy of Literature?" This white-bearded old man is the dean of the Academy of Literature, Mo Ziqian. The young man who came was named Su Xuanbai, and he was the first talent of the Academy of Literature, and he was as famous as Yue Xiyan.

"Zhou Tong?" Su Xuanbai thought for a moment, and then shook his head decisively: "No." ”

"No, isn't the person who created the masterpiece from our Academy of Letters? This is impossible!!!How could the group of illiterate people in the Academy of Martial Arts create a masterpiece that is recognized by the saints?" Mozi stroked his beard and frowned, it was a great joy that a divine work recognized by the saints appeared in the academy, but if the person who created this divine work was not in the Academy of Literature, then he, the dean of the Academy of Literature, would be embarrassed.

"Guan Guan Ju Dove, in the River Island, My Fair Lady, Gentleman is a good ......" Su Xuanbai softly read the "divine work" on the holy book platform, but as soon as he read a few sentences, he frowned: "This poem is so straightforward and bold to describe the relationship between men and women, it has been recognized by the sage?? It's unbelievable......

"Huh?" Mo Ziqian paid attention to the author, and had not yet read the work, and when he heard a few words from Su Xuanbai, he was also shocked, and turned his eyes to the work on the holy book platform: "Jagged vegetables, left and right, fair lady, dreaming of it, asking for it, asking for it, sleeping, leisurely, tossing and turning, jagged vegetables, picking it left and right." My Fair Lady, Friends of the Piano. Jagged wattle, left and right. My Fair Lady, bells and drums. ”

After reading the poem, Mo Ziqian also frowned, this poem is very smooth, the words are exquisite, and it is ancient style, which shows the author's talent, but the central idea is indeed a little "non-mainstream", which is very different from the poems recognized by the previous sages.

"Lord Dean, the person you are looking for is here......

Just as Mo Ziqian was pondering, a pleasant voice suddenly sounded, and more than 20 students from the Academy of Literature, including Yue Xiyan and Shen Muling, came from far and near.

"You mean the author of this masterpiece?" Mo Ziqian's eyes lit up.

"Exactly. Yue Xiyan hurriedly took a few steps, and then pointed to Zhou Tong beside him: "He is the one who has been recognized by the saint." ”

"He?" Mo Ziqian looked at Zhou Tong carefully, and his brows that had just stretched a little furrowed furrowed again: "Are you from the Martial Academy?"

"That's right, it's the Martial Arts Academy student below. Zhou Tong arched his hand.

"This poem is really from the hands of the students of the Martial Arts Academy!!" Mo Ziqian sighed, rubbed his forehead depressedly, and then stared at a pair of small eyes, looked at Zhou Tong again, and said suspiciously: "You cultivate literature first, and then cultivate martial arts??"

"Students have always practiced martial arts, and writing poetry is just a small hobby. Zhou Tong smiled lightly and responded lightly.

"Hobbies?...... or small hobbies??"

Mo Ziqian and everyone in the Academy of Literature felt that they had been hit by a critical blow, and their small hobbies could be recognized by the saints, however, they studied day and night, and it was difficult for them to have such treatment in their lives, and there were no more than ten people in the entire Tianhe Academy who created works that were recognized by the saints.

"It can only be said that Xiaoyou's talent is amazing. This poem "Guan Ju" is really a pioneering work, I wonder if you can share your experience in creating this poem......" Mozi smiled bitterly and said slowly.

"I don't have any experience, I just felt it after meeting Miss Muling. Zhou Tong smiled.

Hearing this, Shen Muling, who was on the side, suddenly turned crimson and glared at Zhou Tong fiercely, while the female students of the Academy of Literature couldn't help but let out a silver bell-like laugh......

"It's a good sentence with feelings, so to speak, Brother Zhou is a poem. At this time, Su Xuanbai suddenly took over the words, he put his hands behind his back, and stared at Zhou Tong coldly.

"Gongzi Zhou, this is Senior Su Xuanbai. Yue Xiyan introduced.

"It turned out to be Brother Su, who has admired his name for a long time. Zhou Tong arched his hand with a smile, and then responded: "I don't understand what a poem is, but I did blurt out this "Guan Ju" after seeing Miss Mu Ling. ”

"Hmph! It's really unashamed, how can such a long ancient poem take shape without a few days of conception, don't think that your poem has been approved by the sage and you can make a big deal of nonsense here! Writer, be cautious in your words and deeds, an arrogant person like you is not worthy of following the text!" Su Xuanbai snorted coldly and scolded loudly.

Hearing this, Zhou Tong smiled lightly, his eyes were playful, "Brother Su, I think you are mistaken, you don't have any ideas in the future, and there will be no competition with you, so you don't have to be busy respecting yourself and inferiority......"

"In addition, what I say is the truth, composing poetry is a casual thing, and what is carefully crafted is not necessarily a good sentence, and only when love is there can we cast a classic. Zhou Tong talked eloquently.

"Okay, very good, since you see that Senior Sister Mu Ling can compose "Guan Ju", then, now that I am in front of you, why don't you also chant a poem, if you can make it, I believe that you are not making a big statement!" Su Xuanbai said coldly.

"Do you want to write poetry for you?" Zhou Tong looked embarrassed.

"Why, don't you dare to take it?" Su Xuanbai held his hands behind his back and his face was grim.

"Why don't you dare, compose a poem for Brother Su, it's not just ...... open your mouth" Zhou Tong thought for a moment, and chanted loudly: "There was an old friend Diao Ruqing, and now the grave is full of green grass, persuade you not to be rat, and the goodness is like water, and it is always clear......"

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