Hearing Dean Ziyang's words, everyone was shocked, and most of the players in the field showed a touch of confidence, and they basically had two brushes to get to the present, with real talent and learning, if they only relied on relationships, it would be impossible to get to this point.

Writing poems is not difficult for them, and Dean Ziyang does not limit their play too much, but only takes the battlefield as the theme, which is equivalent to a semi-propositional composition, and the format is not limited.

Of course, the time is a bit short, a stick of incense, basically only half an hour, they need to make a good song in half an hour.

When Hao Ren heard the other party's words, a flash of thought flashed in his eyes, he was thinking about which poem to use so as not to suppress these people too badly.

Mr. Xin and Lao Lu's poems seem to be enough, but isn't that a bit too bullying.

Hao Ren thought for a while, and decided to change people, he thought about it for a while, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, there is a candidate, as a literary undergraduate graduate, it can be said that he is not very proficient in other aspects, but poetry and songs, he can memorize from the Spring and Autumn Period to modern times.

Therefore, Hao Ren looked at the players around him unhurriedly, with a leisurely look, drinking tea and eating some fruits and pastries on the table.

Everyone else was frowning and thinking, trying to conceive, and someone even started writing something on paper.

First, Luo Lan has been looking at Hao Ren and paying great attention to him, but when she saw Hao Ren's appearance, she frowned slightly, Hao Ren's careless, seemingly bamboo expression in her chest, made her think that the results of the game had come out.

However, Dean Ziyang has just said the topic, can anyone really think of a poem in such a short time?

Or did Hao Ren do it before, and the topic just fits.

Dean Ziyang also saw Hao Ren's expression, he didn't say anything, he didn't care too much about the details, if Hao Ren's final poem was very good, he would also give the other party a high score, and he wouldn't feel bad because of this casual attitude.

In fact, he still pays more attention to his disciples, and he also has some expectations in his heart, what kind of performance the other party can have, this is actually a graduation exam, if he can be satisfied, he can naturally become a teacher.

Opposite Hao Ren, Wei Dian glanced at Hao Ren, his brows furrowed slightly, however, at this time, he didn't want to be nosy, just do his own thing, the teacher's exam question, he didn't expect it, but, as a personal disciple of the dean of Dongli Academy, this level was not difficult for him at all, but Wei Dian also knew that what he needed was not to cope, but to show his peak talent and hand over a perfect answer sheet for himself.

Therefore, he never started writing, but closed his eyes and kept thinking in his mind.

The audience around them were holding their breath, feeling extremely nervous, and they didn't dare to make a sound, for fear of disturbing these talents.

The time of a stick of incense passed quickly, and as the time drew to a close, most of them had already finished writing and sat in their places with a confident face.

There are only two who have never started writing, one is Wei Dian and the other is Hao Ren, but when there is still a little time before the end of a stick of incense, Wei Dian finally began to start writing on the paper.

As the last bit of ash fell, Wei Dian's action was also over.

"It's time for a stick of incense, and now we will start to report their respective works."

Dean Ziyang's eyes were flat, and he said calmly, it's not just that you can write it, he doesn't care about this form, even if you read it, this is also your doing, of course, if it is plagiarized, as the first person in Dongli Academy, he can also distinguish it by reading countless classics in the world.

Although Hao Ren and Wei Dian were the closest to the front, the order was from far to near.

A man wearing a scarf stood up, stepped forward with his work, and presented it to the ten judges.

Looking at the man's work, the ten judges all wrote their own scores, basically around six points, and Dean Ziyang gave a four.

It's not high, but it's not so much that you can't be eliminated directly.

A hint of unwillingness flashed in the man's eyes, but Dean Ziyang was a great Confucian, and his judgment was endured no matter how unconvinced he was.

The second man stepped forward and scored a little higher than the first, but not much.

The third, the fourth, the fifth.......

Although there are more than 30 people, the judge's rating is very fast, and basically you can know the merits of this poem at a glance, and one of the contestants was even given a two-point evaluation, which can be said to be a mess.

Soon, it was the last few people, and everyone looked at Wei Dian, the personal disciple of Dean Ziyang.

The other judges were also extremely concerned, curious about what kind of poems this dean's disciple could come up with.

Wei Dian glanced at Hao Ren and saw that he had no intention of getting up, so he could only get up and forward and present his work to ten people.

Looking at the works of his apprentices, Dean Ziyang didn't say anything, but asked others to evaluate them first, everyone looked at Wei Dian's works, raised their eyebrows, most of them were teachers of the academy or some knowledgeable readers in China, they themselves had a fair and just attitude, and they would not release water just because Wei Dian was Dean Ziyang's disciple, but Wei Dian's poem was indeed excellent, showing the yearning for killing the enemy on the battlefield and the beauty of his military career.

Compared to the previous ones, they are completely different levels.

Therefore, they all gave a high score of eight points.

Wei Dian's eyes were calm, and he didn't feel happy or sad because of the rating of these people, and when she arrived at Luo Lan, she smiled slightly, and also gave a high score of eight points, and Dean Ziyang saw this, his face was expressionless, and he waved his hand, just giving a passing score.

"Barely qualified."

Dean Ziyang opened his mouth indifferently.

Wei Dian's eyes were a little stunned, and the other referees were also a little surprised, "Isn't the dean a little harsh, this is obviously an excellent masterpiece, but he only gave a passing grade?" It is said that the virtuous do not avoid relatives, and he cares too much about the gossip of others. ”

Luo Lan's eyes flashed, but she didn't speak, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Wei Dian was stunned, but he didn't say anything, the work stayed, and he returned to his seat.

It was Hao Ren's turn, everyone was looking at this guy who was the only one who didn't make any moves, and Dean Ziyang said lightly, "Hao Ren, are you dictating your poems or writing them now?" ”

"Let's dictate, I'm not good at calligraphy, so I'm not ugly."

Hao Ren heard the voice, smiled slightly, got up and said.

Dean Ziyang nodded, "Let's start." ”

Hao Ren looked around, chuckled, and said slowly, "Grape wine glow-in-the-dark glass." ”

Hearing the first sentence, everyone's eyes were calm, and they even felt a little surprised, which has nothing to do with the battlefield.

"If you want to drink the pipa, urge it immediately."

Hearing the second sentence, someone's heart moved, and it seemed that it had something to do with the battlefield at last.

Luo Lan looked at Hao Ren with some expectation, she believed that Hao Ren should not let her down.

Dean Ziyang also looked at Hao Ren, looking forward to the following verses.

"Don't laugh when you're drunk on the battlefield."

"A few people from the ancient war are back!"

Hao Ren read out the last two lines of the poem, and the scene was suddenly silent, Wei Dian's eyes were shocked, he looked at Hao Ren tightly, and kept reading in his mouth, "Drunk and lying on the battlefield, don't smile, come to fight a few people in ancient times!" ”

Reading and reading, he smiled bitterly, as if he had figured out something.

In the distance, Yun Zhen looked at Hao Ren's back, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.

Why, this guy can always be so unexpected, not only with a terrifyingly powerful background, but even with a sky-high talent in his own right.

In this world, is there really such a person who is perfect to the extreme?

Seeing this scene, the village chief smiled slightly, looked at Mr. Tie opposite, and chuckled, "I don't know what Mr. Tie thinks of this poem?" ”

On the other side, Mr. Tie's eyes flashed, "This is also your person, yes, this poem belongs to the best of the best." ”

"The battlefield was originally extremely cruel, and after entering the battlefield, there were a few people who could return alive."

"So, if you don't enter the battlefield, you won't enter, and leave your life to do what you like, isn't it great."

The village chief said with a smile.

"However, it also depends on the situation, if it is a war in which the country is ruined and people die, then there is no choice, and you will have to go through it knowing that you will die."

Mr. Tie said slowly.

…….

On the referee's bench, all the referees were a little silent, constantly chewing on the poems written by Hao Ren repeatedly, and in the end, they all smiled bitterly and spoke one after another, "No need to score, I will give full marks." ”

Me too, I can't fault it, and I don't have to find fault with it. ’

This is many times better than what I have written myself, and it is not an exaggeration to give such a psalm. ’

A group of people spoke one after another and gave their own ratings.

Dean Ziyang looked at Luo Lan, who smiled playfully, "I respect the opinions of those seniors and give full marks as well." ”

Hearing this, Dean Ziyang suddenly showed a smile, nodded, and looked at Hao Ren with admiration, "Not bad, really good, I'll give nine points." ”

I didn't give a full score, but I didn't need it, even if he was a disciple himself, he only got six points, and nine points was enough to prove everything.

The first level, Hao Ren deserves the first place.

This result was also seen by everyone, and his poems were also known to everyone, so this poem named "Luzhou Ci" was quickly dispersed.

Many dignitaries and dignitaries kept reciting this poem, constantly praising it, paying attention to Hao Ren at once, and even asking people to investigate Hao Ren's background.

In a restaurant in the distance, Liyue looked at this scene and muttered in a low voice, "This guy is really impressive." ”

To be honest, although she is not very interested in Hao Ren, she also has to admire the other party's talent, and being able to make two classic poems in a row is enough to prove that Hao Ren is really full of wealth. new

Not far from her, Mo Chen was drinking slowly, glancing at Liyue from time to time, with his ability, he wanted to catch the other party, even if the first-class martial artists around her blocked it together, he could kill this little girl in an instant.

"Brother Shen!"

"Hmm!"

Shen Changqing walked on the road, and when he met someone he knew well, he would say hello to each other or nod his head.

But it doesn't matter who it is.

There was no superfluous expression on everyone's face, as if they were very indifferent to everything.

on this.

Shen Changqing is used to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, it is an institution that maintains the stability of Great Qin, and its main responsibility is to kill demons and monsters, and of course there are some other side jobs.

Arguably.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone has a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is accustomed to seeing life and death, then he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but over time he got used to it.

The Demon Suppression Division is huge.

The people who can stay in the Demon Suppression Division are all powerful masters, or people who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppression Division is divided into two professions, one is the town guard and the other is the demon exterminator.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts with the lowest level of demon slayer.

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Then step by step, he is expected to become a town guard.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level of the demon slayer envoys.

Have memories of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of an attic.

Unlike other places full of slaughter, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, and in the bloody Demon Suppression Division, it presents a different tranquility.

At this time, the attic door is open, and there are occasional people entering and exiting.

Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment, and then stepped in.

Access to the attic.

The environment has changed in vain.

A burst of ink fragrance mixed with the faint smell of blood came to his face, making his brow furrow instinctively, but quickly stretched.

The smell of blood on everyone's body in the Demon Suppression Division is almost impossible to clean.

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