There was a lot of discussion in the field, Lu Cui couldn't help but be more proud, this poem he spent a lot of thought, the holy pen moved it was a natural thing, and the two movements were unexpected. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In this way, how can Lu Cui not get carried away?

It seems that he is the master of tonight's Wenbi banquet!

Just when Lu Cui was thinking like this, a person in brocade clothes also slowly walked to the holy pen: "I have also finished it." ”

Everyone looked at it, it was Chen Qun who saw him gently present the poem, and then it was presented, and the holy pen moved violently!

Then, two moves!

Then, three moves!

Everyone was dumbfounded, and even Lu Cui on the side was in disbelief, and said in a trembling voice: "This, how can this be......?

It is necessary to know that the three movements of the holy pen are put on the previous Mid-Autumn Festival night banquets, and there is also a great opportunity to win the position of the banquet host.

For a moment, all the warriors felt a sense of powerlessness in their hearts.

"This is the real seed of reading. ”

At this moment, Chen Qun finally regained his former elegance and nobility, raised his neck slightly, and glanced at everyone indifferently.

Seeing Chen Qun's almost indifferent gaze, all the martial artists bowed their heads and were silent, this kind of proud record made them completely powerless to refute.

Seeing this, Wu Zhen on the side put down his poems, calmly admitted defeat, and then glanced at Cai Wenzhao with disdain, looked at the Hongru with his head held high, and said with honor: "Teacher, it's time to announce the master of the Wenbi banquet, right?"

That Hongru smiled slightly, obviously very satisfied with these two disciples who came out of the Jixia Academy.

But at this moment, the chief examiner of Wubi on the side frowned slightly, groaned, and said, "There are still people who have not submitted." ”

When the last word fell, Cai Wenzhao took a step and presented the poem.

Chen Qun, who was triumphant, and Lu Cui, who was looking lost, turned their faces to look at him, and was just about to taunt, when they suddenly heard a loud noise, and couldn't help but turn their heads to look, and then, with a look of horror!

"The Holy Pen has moved!"

I heard an exclamation, and I saw that the holy pen turned sharply to the poem written by Cai Wenzhao, and trembled violently!

This kind of tremor is not the same as the slight movements of the two people before, as if it is an excitement born from the depths of the soul, and it seems to be a long-lost vent!

A strong aura of holiness erupted from the holy pen, like a dormant dragon, breaking out of the pen at this moment!

"Be careful. The examiner of Wubi turned pale, and immediately released his qi to form a protection and protect all the readers.

That Hongru was also a stereotypical old face, and his face turned red with excitement: "This, this!"

The Holy Pen moves!

Two moves!

Three moves!

The audience exclaimed, but before their words fell, the holy pen moved again!

Four moves!

Five moves!

Chen Qun, Wu Zhen and Lu Cui couldn't believe their eyes, was this really the cold holy pen in their eyes?

Why is this moving as if it doesn't need money, so crazy?

It's endless!

It's endless!

But the facts made them not believe it, and it was indeed not over yet!

Six Moves of the Holy Pen!

The audience choked their breath.

Seven moves!

Everyone looked at each other.

Seven movements, actually seven movements!

Looking at the holy pen that was still a little unfinished, several people had an urge to rub their eyes, what did they see?

Seven moves?

Thousands of years later, there was a "Short Song Xing" by Emperor Wu of the Great Wei Dynasty, and no one in the Great Wei Dynasty has ever been able to make the holy pen move!

This must be an amazing poem!

At this moment, Lao Ru was completely like a child, excited, and shouted at the first time: "Quick! Quickly put away this poem, enter the Jun Pavilion, and present the saint in the face!"

Seeing the commotion in the audience, Cai Wenzhao looked a little complicated at the moment, and sighed involuntarily: "I knew that I would have left some strength, it was too public." ”

This was completely heartfelt, after all, his goal was just to get the banquet host, and he didn't want to make things so big at all.

After all, I still feel a little guilty in my heart for borrowing Su Shi's poems.

It's just that Cai Wenzhao thinks like this, and everyone who hears Cai Wenzhao talking to himself doesn't think like this.

Especially Wu Zhen and others, there was a roar in their minds: "I would have saved some strength if I had known." ”

This kind of words hit them nakedly in the face, and many scholars who had mocked Cai Wenzhao before subconsciously covered their faces and were ashamed.

Especially Lu Cui, can it be more ironic?

Looking back, this group of scholars was still pretentious, full of ridicule at Cai Wenzhao, what a vulgar martial artist, what a shame to be with, and mocked him in every way, but it turned out that he was a peerless genius hidden in the depths!

A piece of poetry inadvertently, the seven movements of the holy pen, like a miracle!

What's more important is that Cai Wenzhao does not have a trace of arrogance and arrogance at all, but has a self-blame and publicity.

Such a character is a model for readers, and they regard false names as nothing!

Comparing the two, who is unlearned and unskilled, and who is the one who reads the books of sages in vain?

Who should look down on whom?

A group of scholars only feel that all their faces are now lost, and they are being beaten to the core! Especially Wu Zhen and Chen Qun, they all have a sense of self-shame at this moment. Looking at Cai Wenzhao, he was speechless for a while.

What can they say? What do they dare to say?

I have read so many books in the outer courtyard of the Jixia School Palace, and I have listened to so many lectures and teachings by masters and scholars, but I am not as good as an ordinary school disciple who cultivates martial arts!

How ironic is that?

Where is Cai Wenzhao a vulgar martial artist, he is clearly a supernatural talent with both civil and military skills!

For everyone's eyes, Cai Wenzhao was a little old-fashioned, and he made up his mind, and when the result was announced, he received the reward and left quickly, took a deep breath, and arched his hand to Hongru: "Teacher, it's time to announce the lord of the Wenbi banquet." ”

The chief examiner of the martial arts competition on the side, with innocent eyes, looked at Cai Wenzhao and suddenly stretched out a sense of gain and loss, after all, the dispute between the civil and military forces of the Great Wei Dynasty was very serious, and he made up his mind in his heart: "When it's over, hurry up and report to the general, you can't let such a person be taken away by the Jixia School Palace." ”

On the other side, Li Guan and Guo Huai also breathed a sigh of relief, looking at Cai Wenzhao's eyes full of "Brother, I have served you".

"I announce that this Mid-Autumn Festival Night Banquet Wenbi is over here, and the banquet host is Cai Wenzhao of Caifu, in view of the fact that the host of the previous Wubi banquet is also ......"

Just as Hongru was halfway through speaking, a Haoran voice came from the depths of the hall: "Bring this son to me." ”

Hearing this voice, it was Hongru, and the main examiner of Wubi was shaken in his heart, and instinctively turned into a piece of respect.

At the same time, the holy pen turned into a golden light, like a swimming dragon, and with a light click of the dragon's head, it rolled up the page of poetry, and roared towards Cai Wenzhao's body.

Everyone in the hall only saw a flash of golden light, and Cai Wenzhao disappeared into the depths of the hall.

"That's...."There was a sense of fear in everyone's hearts, of course, the few people who knew the inside story were envious of Cai Wenzhao's luck.

"I was summoned by him. ”

......

When Cai Wenzhao landed, there was already a room, the room was very dim, but the huge room was extremely simple, only a wooden table was placed in the center, and a lantern was erected on the wooden table, covered with a lampshade.

In front of the wooden table, there is a curtain, the bright light behind the curtain will project a tall and thin figure on the curtain, the candle is slightly shaking, the figure seems to be completely unaffected, the person sits quietly, is a shadow is to give people a sense of square and vast.