This is not a big problem, the word and a poem attracted the attention of everyone in the hall, and when the students of both parties understood this matter, the faces of the two parties were very different.

The students of Shencheng trembled in the icy and snowy cold plum season, but now they encountered this good thing in the snow, and they were surprised by the ecstasy, two excellent poems and one by Liu Chonghu can just try their skills with each other, not to mention that the poem "Chrysanthemum" is so different, as if a breeze flowing in the old poetry world.

The momentum and the high aspirations of the hope all make this group of young people feel excited.

This alone can be said to have set half of this game!

This is already the last round of competition, if he Shen Cheng wins, it will be a big literary name, even if it is a hundred years later, it will leave a mark on the local chronicles.

The corresponding Wuyi Zhulang is face is stiff, his expression is solemn, this was originally another victory stele has been raised high, but now there is a risk of overturning, everyone's face is not good-looking.

"Brother Wang...... Look at these two poems......" Xie Eighteen said in a low voice.

The Twelve Langs of the Wang family secretly shook his head and sighed: "I'm not as good as far away." ”

"Then we really want to lose? How can this be? How can I lose to these ...... in Wuyi Lane," Xie Shibai said eagerly.

"Don't worry, we haven't lost yet!" Wang Twelve snorted, then suddenly stood up and walked to the middle and said: "These two poems are really eye-opening for my brothers, Shencheng is worthy of being one of the top ten famous cities of the Great Apocalypse, and the outstanding students really admire it." ”

Seeing everyone's eyes, he paused for a moment and suddenly said, "However, it seems that these two poems are not signed?

After speaking, he bowed slightly and asked the Shencheng students in the seat.

At this time, even many old gentlemen gathered their eyes together, and the rough probing gaze easily covered all the young people in Shencheng in the hall.

An old gentleman held up two thin sheets of paper for the poems, and said with a light smile: "Although these two poems are not signed, the handwriting is from the same person, I don't know which young talent it is? ”

There were also dozens of Shencheng students on the first floor of Shouyang Building, and they looked at each other at this time, and no one answered for a while.

The old gentleman frowned, and then saw that all the students in Shencheng waved their hands to indicate that they were not themselves.

"What's the matter? It's not from here, it's still from those tea customers in the shed outside?" Wang Twelve pretended to be surprised.

Liu Chonghu looked at this prince of the Wang family safely, he is not a person who likes to be lively, let alone a pure reader, he likes to practice more than gold, silver, and beautiful clothes, and this time he was also invited by the teacher, but he is still a Shencheng person, so naturally he should also have the consciousness of maintaining his hometown.

So he spoke: "I, Shen Cheng, have never learned to talk about my background, and even what I sit here is far from including all the talents in Shen Cheng, and it is normal for someone outside to make good poems." ”

"If that's the case, of course it's good, but I don't know why I didn't sign it? Is it because I don't want to get into this reputation or if my identity is incompatible?" Wang Twelve smiled and said lightly: "If any old gentleman can't help but ghostwrite one or two chapters, it may not be impossible." ”

"What nonsense! How could I, a literati in Shencheng, do such a thing!" a young man couldn't help but stand up and said.

Wang Twelve's words implied that who in the hall was not exquisite? And who could not understand the meaning, and immediately the students of Shencheng looked at each other angrily, but before the dispute could be raised, they were reprimanded and suppressed by the old gentlemen present.

"Listen to me! There was no doubt that this poem was written by a person from Shencheng at that time, but what Wuyi Zhulang was worried about was not unreasonable, and it was only right to find out this person. "The first Hallym Road.

The old gentleman is a local celebrity with a very high reputation, and as soon as he opened his mouth, dozens of young students in Shencheng were silent. It's just that everyone can't help but think that since the owner of this poem has no intention of signing it, how can they find it? Even if they run out and tear their throats and howl, it may not work.

"In that case, then you are willing to contribute to the next floor, do you think it's okay?" Suddenly, a voice came from the corner under the stairs up to the second floor, unhurried.

The man in the red robe who had gone downstairs with Xie Yuan was the one who spoke.

His robes are not very different from those of scholars and scholars, not only the difference between cyan and red, but also the difference in style and style, and the white gold moire embroidered on the placket of the already eye-catching robe is even more eye-catching.

"Oh, Mr. Tu Su is willing to help?"

Tu Su smiled.

Several Confucian scholars in the hall who were frowning were overjoyed when they heard this, and they all showed their faces, but many students were at a loss at first, and only after hearing the word "Tu Su" did they wake up one after another, showing shocked looks.

"He's Mr. Tu Su?!"

"The dean of the Northern Sect's outer court, the dean Tu who is rumored to be allowed by the Holy Lord to enter the court with a talisman sword?"

"Why is Dean Tu here? I haven't seen it before!" Whether it was Wang Xie and the young students in Shencheng, they all showed surprised and inexplicable expressions, and they were extremely surprised by the appearance of this famous Dean Tu.

Xie Yuan smiled and said, "Dean Tu passed through here and stayed in Shencheng for a few days, and happened to hear that Master Wang had come here, so he came to take a look." ”

"It's a pity that Tu Su is dull, and he still doesn't understand anything after listening to the master's lecture for a long time in the pavilion, but the poems here are more interesting than the test, and I heard that 'if I am the Green Emperor in his year, I will bloom with the peach blossoms' sentence very much, but I really want to see who wrote this poem. Tu Su said with a smile.

"It also depends on how Dean Tu uses his means to find that person?" Xie Yuan didn't seem to have the slightest awareness of the possibility of Wuyi Zhulang's defeat, he just smiled.

Tu Su took a few steps forward and took the original blank paper with the poem "Chrysanthemum" written on it, read it again with appreciation, and then said: "This handwriting also has a taste. The author of such a heroic poem must be moved at will, and his spiritual essay falls on the paper with ink, although there is no signature, but the words of his poem are not signed."

"The ink is still new, of course, it is a new work, and the spirit on the handwriting has not yet dispersed, and it is not difficult to find the master. After speaking, Tu Su waved his hand and threw the white paper in the air in the spotlight, and the vitality flowed from his fingertips and attached to the paper, and suddenly, it emitted a faint fluorescence.

Then I saw the fluorescent piece of paper hovering in the air, floating straight up, beating the highest poem that was hanging, and then after a slight pause, it flew out of the building like a bird.

Tu Su was the leader, and the rest then followed this fluorescence to stand up and push open the door at the bottom of Shouyang's building.

In this way, I saw hundreds of people reading in the shed outside the building.

"Young Master, what do you see that?" Yuan Li shouted as he pointed to the sky.

Yuan Lai twisted his eyebrows and raised his eyes to look.

ps: I modified the dialogue between Tu Su and Xie Yuan in Chapter 7, and the reason for the change was that I raised his identity setting a little more, and the drama was added, which was a temporary intention. (This name has nothing to do with the ancient sword and the strange story, we have never seen the ancient sword and the strange story)

PS again: I just filled in the author of the word and poem at the end of the previous chapter, wondering if there should be a character like Huang Chao in this world?

Then ps: Wang Anshi: In the sound of firecrackers, the spring breeze sends warmth into "Tusu". Thousands of households always replace the new peach with the old one.