Chapter Eighty-Five: Wen Dou!

"Wen Dou, I want to hear it, what kind of Wen Dou method?"

When Kong Rong Guoshi announced that the second round of Wendou's voice had fallen, the only one who could interject like this was the emperor Lan Ruiguang, who was sitting behind the curtain. Obviously, the competition procedures of this martial arts recruitment conference were arranged, but as a result, Kong Rong's temporary change made Lan Ruiguang frown, and thought in his heart: Could it be that the national teacher has noticed something?

Kong Rong Guoshi turned his head to greet Lan Ruiguang, and said with a smile: "Back to the saint, the martial arts are only a reckless man, and the civil and military are both up to the task, the old man is temporary, I hope the saint will forgive me!"

"Haha, what the national teacher said is that the national teacher is both wise and brave, and the apprentices should ask for it. ”

All the family heads in the audience did not dare to talk, this interjection was Shui Qiwen, the head of the Shui family, the relationship between the Shui family, the Lan family and Kong Guoshi became delicate at this time, who is not a person in power and a refined person, who dares to interject at this time.

"Okay, I'm going to hear what kind of literary fight the national teacher has to do. ”

"Thank you. In the anticipatory gaze of the whole square, Kong Rong said slowly: "Each person is limited to a quarter of an hour to compose a poem and write a poem, the subject matter is what you see and think now, and if you can't do it, you will be eliminated!"

"Ahh It stands to reason that if you suddenly decide to want Wendou, then you should take the time to prepare for the pen, ink, paper and inkstone of more than 1,000 people, right?

"No, it's just a quarter of an hour, even if I give it three days and three nights, I can't hold back a word, this isn't the life of my big bull!" The contestants also began to be in an uproar, many of them were just a martial artist, and they wanted to emerge through this competition, but this Wendou was a sudden shocking blow, which completely shattered most people's dreams!

Lan Ruiguang secretly gestured to the corner of the eyes of the second prince Lan Lu, and Lan Lu, who understood what it meant, immediately walked to Kong Rong and said: "Old Kong, you see that this Wendou still has to take time to prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone, you can wait for a while, I will immediately arrange for someone to go back to the palace to procure." ”

Who knew that Kong Rong shook his head, and Gu Jing said without waves: "No, the old man is ready." He gestured to the henchmen around him, and his henchmen immediately shouted loudly: "Put pen and ink paper inkstone!" I saw a large number of people in the same costume suddenly pouring into the square around, holding pen, ink, paper and inkstone one by one to the hands of each contestant, the action was concise and clear, as if it had been rehearsed countless times.

The crowd in the VIP seat was indeed quiet, and the princes and ministers also felt that a strange atmosphere was growing, and when they saw these domestic slaves of the National Teacher's Mansion who came in with pen, ink, paper and inkstone, they had already noticed an unusual taste, which was arranged by the National Teacher at all!

Lan Ruiguang was very unhappy at this time, he had already sensed that Kong Rong was guarding against him, at least this Wendou was not a temporary decision! Lan Ruiguang shook his head, something more determined in his heart, and said secretly, if you notice it, you will notice it, at this time, it is ready to be sent.

On the platform, Xing Tian held the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone in his hand, confused, and composed poems? Sure enough, literature is the soul of a nation, but I didn't expect that people in this world also love these. But Xingtian was confused, there was really no ink in his stomach, what could he do? Scratching his head, he thought that the prescribed time was a quarter of an hour, that is, fifteen minutes. Thinking about the stupidity that has been trapped in the Overlord Pavilion so far, the more determined he is to get the second-grade pill "Melting Spirit Pill", the more he thinks about it, the more anxious he becomes, and suddenly he has a feeling of returning to his previous life and facing an exam, which is really unpleasant!

Huang Li in the audience looked at Xingtian who was scratching his head and ears, and was very worried. I thought that Xingtian's strength was not a problem to win in this big competition, but I didn't expect that there would be a literary fight, and Xingtian really didn't know how to solve the problem! Seeing that some other players were already working hard to write, Huang Li already felt that Xingtian was hopeless.

Wendou, this is not a rare situation in the aristocratic circle of the capital, you must know that this is the capital, a place where literati and artists are concentrated. Right now, the young masters and young ladies of the seven major families on the field are writing their books, which is really a trivial matter for them. To say that the happiest is the little master of the Zuoqiu family, Zuoqiu Yuanjia, in order to marry his sweetheart, a red-card prostitute Qinglian'er in Mingyue Building. With the heart of trying his luck, he risked his face to sign up for the martial arts recruitment conference of Kong Guoshi. I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, this is completely God's favor! The excited Zuoqiu Yuanjia put pen to paper, without thinking, and the words were beady! The powder waved, and the clouds were like flowing water, only to see a line of poems sprinkled on the paper roll:

Recalling the past emperors, they rode into Xianyang. Yinshan pride sweats and bloods,

Long drive Donghu Hu to Tibet. It is not surprising that Yecheng is repeated, and the children in Guanzhong are bad.

Zhang Hou was not happy to be busy. To this day, there is still chaos, and I am working hard to make up for the Quartet.

I used to serve and lead, and it is not appropriate to send troops to rectify it. In order to keep the warriors in the future,

Cause Qi Yong to prevent Xiqiang. The dog Rong came straight to sit in the royal forest, and the hundred officials followed the king. I would like to see Fu Jiezi in the north, and the old Confucian does not need Shang Lang.

For Zuoqiu Yuanjia, who often goes in and out of Fireworks Willow Lane, poetry is at his fingertips. Of course, our little pearl of the water family, Shui Yue, is not low in poetry and songs, with eyebrows and heads, light brushstrokes, and delicate handwriting, but his poems are very different from Zuoqiu Yuanjia's artistic conception, see:

Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and I say that autumn is better than spring.

As soon as the cranes line the clouds in the clear sky, it will lead poetry to the blue night.

Time was fleeting, and ten minutes flew by. There was no sound in the audience, but sometimes there were still cheers for the talented players, and there were also laughter for the players who had collapsed to the ground, which was really ugly.

"Senior, come on, ······" Huang Li was worried about Xingtian, she couldn't wait to go in and write for Xingtian.

Xingtian on the platform was close to collapse, and he didn't expect to face these obscure ancient poems when he came to another world. Suddenly, Xingtian had a flash of inspiration, patted his head under the strange gaze of the audience, and then began to write hard!

The red sun is rising, and its path is bright. The river flows out of the subterranean and flows into the ocean.

The hidden dragon soars into the abyss, and the scales and claws are flying. The milk tiger roars in the valley, and the beasts are terrified.

The falcon tried its wings, and the wind and dust were blowing. The first child of a strange flower, the emperor.

The cadres will be hairy, and there will be a man. The sky wears its blue, and the earth wears its yellow.

Through the ages, there are eight wildernesses. The future is like the sea, and the future is long.

"Whew!" Xingtian, who had a sore hand, threw away the brush and exhaled a long breath. I thought to myself that I was really stupid, I didn't need to guard such a big treasure house! I had never seen the ancient poems of my previous life, and no one here had ever seen them! I was really anxious for my own intelligence. Looking at the neat whole poem on the paper roll, Xingtian felt very satisfied, and it seemed that he had to thank the Chinese teacher in his previous life.

"It's time! It's really a few happy and a few sad.

The yellow orioles in the audience couldn't help but sweat for stepping on the point.

After the roll paper was collected, Kong Rong announced a news that instantly caused a commotion among everyone.

"Okay, since it takes time for everyone to roll the paper to be reviewed, today's competition is over, please go back and wait for the notice of the third round of competition. ”

"What? Isn't it decided today?"

"What's going on, do you want to rest?"

"I thought I could see the champion today, hey, let's go. ”

The audience was surprised, in fact, the contestants were also at a loss, which was completely unexpected by everyone. Unlike Xingtian and them, Shui Yue had already frowned, she had already felt that Dabi was unusual today, and when she saw the second brother Shui Wuxian who had disappeared from the audience, she began to get nervous, is it really going to happen·······

After the curtain, Lan Ruiguang's heart was already full of anger: What an old man! Deliberately bad things! Do you think that this will prevent things from happening? Then he glanced at the second prince, Lan Lu.

Lan Lu, who was prompted by Lan Ruiguang, deliberately walked in front of Shui Qiwen, the head of the Shui family, and just as he was about to walk by, a sudden change occurred! I saw a man in black suddenly appear behind Shui Qiwen, holding a knife in his hand and stabbing at the second prince Lan Lu, Lan Lu seemed to be caught off guard, and was instantly stabbed in his left arm and fell with him!

"There are assassins!" Just as everyone reacted and shouted loudly, the next scene made the entire square even more boiling!

I saw that a row of masked men suddenly appeared around the curtain where Lan Ruiguang was, and all of them were agile and launched an attack on Lan Ruiguang inside!

"There are assassins! escort!!Someone is coming!!" The eunuch next to the emperor reacted the fastest, and the sharp screams immediately spread throughout the entire square! The entire square instantly boiled, and the riot of 50,000 spectators was unimaginable, and what was even more unimaginable was that someone would openly assassinate the emperor in front of the public and in front of everyone!

The situation changed instantly, and someone immediately helped the second prince who fell to the ground in a pool of blood, and the guards brought by the princes and ministers stepped forward to escort him, and immediately drove away Lan Ruiguang on the throne, and fought with the assassins, and the battle began immediately. The Assassins seemed to have come prepared, all of them were very skilled, and the guards could only stop them for a moment.

Kong Rong Guoshi saw this scene in his eyes, how could he not understand what this meant, he was not worried about Lan Ruiguang's safety, but looked at Shui Qiwen, the head of the Shui family, worriedly, and couldn't help sighing in his heart: Do you still insist on doing it·····?