"The first question of the exam, write a line of poetry on the light curtain, and the time limit for the exam is a stick of incense. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Liu said openly, and in his body, a heroic aura emerged, shielding the surroundings to form an independent space, there was no noisy sound, only the two people who participated in the exam.

Fang Xiaoli knew in his heart that this was Liu Gong's means.

At this moment, above the light curtain, a line of poetry emerged - jasper made into a tree high, and ten thousand hanging green silk. I don't know who planted the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

Before Fang Xiaoli started to write, Liu Zongqing had already begun to grind the ink, he came easily, gently grinding the ink, the ink was even, but not thick, then he took out the brush and began to write.

Bowing his head slightly, his right hand was already outstretched, and he began to write the first words on the white paper.

Green jade.

Just as the first word was written, Fang Xiaoli felt that this font was not ordinary, it seemed loose, but it was condensed together, stroke by stroke, completely together, like flowing water, producing a little spirituality......

This is a self-contained 'font', with a unique extraordinary, as long as Liu Zongqing delves into this font, sooner or later, one day, he will enter the Mahayana realm, at that time, every word he writes, will be white light, full of divine energy.

But even so, Liu Zongqing can have such attainments at such a young age, which is really extraordinary, Fang Xiaoli's pen has never moved, which can make some people who support him suddenly unable to stand.

"Fang Xiaoli, what are you doing? Why don't you use your pen? Don't waste the time of a stick of incense, we believe you ......"

"Sir...... Hurry up and put pen to paper, otherwise, we will lose, and the garden will be demolished......"

"It's over, it's over, Mr. shouldn't be scared silly......"

“......”

The surrounding voices Fang Xiaoli couldn't hear it, and Liu Gong completely isolated the surrounding sounds, so that the two of them could compete fairly, otherwise their hearts would be affected, and how could they talk about fairness?

Until Liu Zongqing wrote the whole poem, Fang Xiaoli still did not move a word.

Liu Zongqing raised his head at this time, with a hint of puzzlement in his eyes.

Fang Xiaoli said lightly, "In the first game, I admit defeat. ”

At this moment, there was an uproar all around, and he was defeated before he fought, how could this be compared? Fang Xiaoli's fighting spirit had been lost, and everyone had lost confidence in him.

Some people are even more bitter.

"I pressed Fang Xiaoli to win, I lost the first set, and the next two sets were almost even more hopeless......"

"What's wrong with him, sir? Usually sir, it's not like this, is something wrong with him?" The students of Mingyuan Private School were nervous one by one.

In the entire scene, only a few people nodded.

"This Fang Xiaoli is really extraordinary, knowing that 'writing' can't confront Liu Zongqing, he simply gave up and closed his eyes to recuperate, but it was Liu Zongqing, in order to win, wrote that good hand, and spent a lot of effort, which can be seen from the fine sweat on his forehead, and that Fang Xiaoli, but still calm and relaxed, this time in the competition, who wins and who loses, it is difficult to say......"

Liu Gong's gaze fell on Fang Xiaoli's body, nodded slightly, and then continued, "Next is the second exam question, write poems with scenery, the two of them are on the Yuelou platform, so they will write poems with the 'Yuelou Platform' as the scene, and the time is three incense sticks." ”

Liu Zongqing sat down to rest, didn't think about anything else for the time being, and before the 'essence' and 'god' recovered, he rashly wrote poems, unable to play his best, and the time for a stick of incense was enough.

"Why don't these two people do anything? Aren't they going to write poems?" One person saw Fang Xiaoli, Liu Zongqing didn't even start writing, and said loudly.

"What do you know? How can it be so easy to write poetry, both of them are thinking, it depends on whose poems can be written better, the so-called 'book', what really shows the strength belongs to the 'verses', 'couplets', etc., other such as writing, Liu Zongqingsheng wrote a good hand when he was young, so it is understandable to win the first game, but this second game, not only depends on personal talent, but also on other factors, writing poetry, it is not so easy......"

"Yes, a poem contains too many, and it is divided into three categories, namely ancient poems, rhythmic poems, and quatrains, and these three, if carefully divided, have five-character rhythmic poems, seven-character rhythmic poems, five-character quatrains, seven-character quatrains, and ......"

In addition, whether a poem is successful or not depends on its tone and talent...... In addition, the author's own temperament will also affect the quality of the poem. ”

"What? is that okay?" exclaimed.

"Otherwise, if it weren't for this, how could Taixue Palace and Dongshu Mansion become the two major forces of the Kaiyuan Dynasty, and the Wuwang Mansion and some martial shrines were not so outstanding. ”

"I seem to understand a little bit......"

"Look...... Someone moved...... It's Liu Zongqing......"

Finally, one of the two people in the game was moved, and everyone's eyes shifted.

The time for a stick of incense has passed-

Liu Zongqing's eyes opened, and within the time of this incense, he was distracted, completely forgetting about the game, and recovering his spirit wholeheartedly.

At this moment, he was refreshed, and the energy he had expended on writing had been completely restored.

The remaining two pillars of incense were enough time for him to write a good poem.

Glancing at Fang Xiaoli sideways, seeing that the other party seemed to be distracted, Liu Zongqing couldn't help but be a little surprised, Mo The other party really has no talent? But the head of the three schools is not in vain, it is really strange......

Liu Zongqing retracted his gaze and began to focus on what he was going to do, his pen dipped in ink, and began to sketch the image of the 'moon tower' in his mind, reflecting the scenery and feelings......

He doesn't want anything else, no matter what Fang Xiaoli has planned, as long as he writes a poem, then the other party will be a complete failure!

Finally, when the second pillar of incense was about to burn out, Liu Zongqing picked up the pen and began to write stroke by stroke......

The bright moon goes up to the west building alone, and the blue sun sets on the west mountain.

There are a few people on the platform, and the people who break their intestines are at the end of the world.

......

"Good poetry!"

Some people have already seen the poems written by Liu Zongqing, and for a while, they were full of emotion and praise.

"Liu Zongqing, whether it is 'writing' or 'poetry', is stable against Fang Xiaoli, this time, after Liu Zongqing finished writing the poem, even if Fang Xiaoli has the prototype of the poem in his heart, but when the other party's poem is completed, his self-confidence will be shaken, and it will be difficult to write a good poem, after all, it is not a great Confucian, plus he is still young, it is inevitable that he will be affected, not to mention that the other party is still one of the three sons of Hanshan. ”

Some people commented on Fang Xiaoli and Liu Zongqing, and believed that Liu Zongqing's level was far above Fang Xiaoli.

"What the hell is going on with him, sir?"

"It's not like a gentleman's style......"

Several students of the 'Mingyuan Private School' were very anxious when they saw Fang Xiaoli motionless, but their voices could not penetrate and enter, so they could only stand and be anxious.

At this moment, Fang Xiaoli was sitting on the chair, but his state of mind was not affected by the outside world.

In his heart, he pondered the words "Yueloutai" and "scenery" and "love", and simply tested the poems, if he couldn't make a blockbuster, three games and two defeats would be a foregone conclusion.

But with in-depth thinking, Fang Xiaoli seemed to be out of the game.

He thought that he only had five years to live, and his parents' background was unknown, so why did he let himself come into contact with the three schools? He couldn't understand in his heart, he didn't know whether they were doing this to help him or harm himself......

He remembered the past ten years, the wind and the sun, the three watches read when they heard the rooster's crowing, and recited with candles at night.

Ten years of spring and autumn, almost spent in reading......

He thought of his ambitions...... Is it to work for equality between men and women, or to survive...... Or maybe it's trying to find your parents......

His heart was suddenly magnificent, difficult to calm down, his heart was surging, and he suddenly put pen to paper.

"Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable. ”

"Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. ”

"Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost. ”

"The night comes and the dream suddenly returns home. ”

At this point, the table in front of Fang Xiaoli trembled violently.

"What?" Liu Gong's originally slightly shallow eyes suddenly opened, and there was an incredible look in his eyes.

He is unsure in his heart, throughout the ages, there are only two possibilities that can attract literary movement, one is the great disrespect for poetry, which is used to criticize the imperial court, humanities, etc., so the words tremble, and the person who wrote it will not be allowed to continue.

But his eyes fell on the white paper in front of Fang Xiaoli's case, but his mouth kept chanting, "Ten years of life and death, I don't think about it, it's unforgettable...... This...... The style of writing is changed, and the sadness in my heart is hooked, this simple sentence is like a parting of energy and death, and it is difficult to write such a ...... without real experience."

But Fang Xiaoli's pen has not stopped, he is immersed in his own world at the moment, his eyes are red, and tears are pouring out of his eyes.

His words are sonorous and powerful, suppressing the power of words.

"Xiao Xuan window, dressing up. ”

"There are no words for each other, only a thousand lines of tears, and it is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka. ”

Pen down.

At this moment, there seemed to be a force reviving in Fang Xiaoli's body, and the surging Haoran righteousness poured into his body.

At the same moment, the paper in front of Fang Xiaoli flew up, blooming with a brilliant white light, like the Milky Way Void, spreading this sky for several miles.

The demonic qi, the demonic qi, and the demonic qi were suppressed one after another, and a clear qi flowed in the air.

"Groundless, this is a great achievement, poetic and sky-high, attracting Haoran, this is a verse that even Wensheng recognizes...... This Fang Xiaoli, if you don't make a sound, it's just too terrifying......

As soon as this sentence came out, it became the finishing touch, which made people's hearts surging and their hearts stirred, but they didn't know who he was thinking about...... Or is it for other reasons......"

"A lonely soul for thousands of miles, with nowhere to talk about desolation...... Alone, there is no one to speak, this Fang Xiaoli, I didn't expect fate to be so bumpy......"

There is also that sentence, the night comes to the dream and returns to the hometown, this is a day of thinking, a night of dreams, just by virtue of this poem, this game, Fang Xiaoli is almost a sure winner. ”

"Huh...... You think simply, when this poem comes out, I am afraid that many forces will be staring at Xiaoli, and his future is not known to be a bright road or thorns. ”

......

"Poetic style, literary movement......" Liu Zongqing muttered to himself, the pen in his hand fell to the ground at some point, but he forgot to pick it up, and his mouth just kept reciting the poems written by Fang Xiaoli.

Burst~

Suddenly, Liu Zongqing spurted out a mouthful of blood, he tried to find out the shortcomings of Fang Xiaoli's poem, but the more serious he was, once the poem was flawless, then the backlash would be more serious.

"The poem is complete, there are no mistakes or omissions, and there is a great surge...... Fang Xiaoli, there is no need to compare the next game, I ...... Admit defeat. ”

The body was hit hard, and the mind was impacted, even if there was a third game, Liu Zongqing was more than willing and not enough. What's more, when this poem came out, he had completely defeated him, even if he was a scholar of Hallym University, he would not be able to write such a shocking poem.

He looked at Fang Xiaoli and said slowly, "Brother Fang, I don't know what the name of this poem is?"

Fang Xiaoli kept echoing three words in his mind, but he said, "Jiang Chengzi." ”

As soon as the words fell, the mutation happened again!