Chapter 139, see the title of the poem again, shocking everyone

Chu Ye didn't go back to Taixue directly this time, he had to find a place to go, a place where he could cultivate with peace of mind. Taixue always makes him feel that there are many people, and if one day he is bumped into by someone who sees his body steaming in the middle of the night, he will not be arrested as a monster.

Where to go? The best place near Taixue is also this mountain, which is really hidden in the city. Chu Ye is turning on the mountain, he can't get too close to those two seniors, it's good if he can make a hole. Hey, this one!

On the back slope not far from the top of the mountain, there are several pine trees growing side by side, with thick branches and sloping out. Chu Ye looked at it, and each tree was thicker than Zhang Yiyi's waist. These pine trees are intertwined, and it is not known how many there are. Like the stars and the moon, the dense canopy of the tree was so large that it reached the treetops next to it. If you can crawl on Zhang Yiyi's little waist every night, you can also consider it!

Chu Ye laughed while thinking about it, that's it! Start tonight!

Survival in the wild is very familiar to Chu Ye, only a moment of work, after checking the absolute safety of the surroundings and trees, Chu Ye found some leaves to spread on the canopy. The leaves are not too dense, so that the sunlight can shine in, the many branches and forks extend into a natural bed, Chu Ye tried to lie down for a while, looking at the stars through the leaves, and the evening breeze rustled around, it was really comfortable. Of course, it would be better if there was Zhang Yiyi lying next to him.

Thinking of this, Chu Ye was afraid that the two of them would make too much noise in the future and the branches would not be able to bear it, so he found some arm-thick branches in the woods, which were forked horizontally on the big bed, he lay on them a few times, and then lay down and swayed, flat and stable, without any influence. "That's good, two people can toss as much as they want!"

With a cheap smile, Chu Ye began to enlighten and cultivate.

This nest was named the tree couch by Chu Ye. God took great care of him for the past twenty days, and not a drop of rain fell. Chu Ye came to the tree couch every day to cultivate, as if this place had become his home. In the meantime, he also wanted to invite Zhang Yiyi to come over, but in the end he swallowed his words back. Because as soon as he came to the woods, he thought of Xia Bing.

Sometimes he even wonders, which is the main room? It's better to be in Xia Bing!

Today's weather is a little cloudy, there is no sunshine, but there is excitement. Because there is a competition in Taixue today, the Fighting Poetry Conference!

"Who is this man?"

Hundreds of pairs of eyes stared at the young man in fine costume who swaggered into the hall at the same time, fifteen or sixteen years old, with good facial features and extremely standard appearance, but how to look at it gave people an unapproachable feeling, as if it was ugly, and it was not good-looking. Zhang Yiyi poked Chu Ye one by one and asked the questions that everyone present wanted to ask.

"Li Ye!"

"I'll go, you know everything." Zhang Yiyi gave Chu Ye a thumbs up.

"Guess!"

The upward thumb was immediately reversed.

Chu Ye saw that Zhang Yiyi was a little cute, and immediately implemented the plan, "Do you dare to make a bet?" ”

Zhang Yiyi didn't even look at Chu Ye, his two apricot eyes looked directly at the man in the Chinese costume, and said casually: "Bet!" ”

At this time, there was a sudden agitation in the venue, and it turned out that all the idol-level characters in Taixue began to enter the venue one after another. The idol among idols is naturally Dean Qiu Hui. I heard someone discuss: "Listen to my father, Dean Qiu's strength can be worshipped." It's just that he only likes to delve into knowledge, and he really envies this kind of personable and talented person. ”

The person who spoke looked like the son of a certain senior member of the court, and a person next to him said: "I also have the grace, and I don't want to be the prime minister, I also have talent, and I have entered the Taixue, you envy me!" ”

"Get out!"

Li Ye found a seat and sat down in the eyes of people's concern, and many people next to him knew him and were busy greeting him.

"Why did you come?"

I saw that Chop Qianqiu slowly moved to Chu Ye's side.

"It's not this annoying Li Ye, it's really troublesome to have to chat with me outside for a while."

"You said he was Li Ye!"

Zhang Yiyi jumped with joy.

"Ah, what's wrong?"

Chop asked puzzled.

"Chu Ye made a bet with me, and I won."

"Big brother, did I say that he is Li Ye?"

Chu Ye didn't know how to explain, he only said bet just now, and he really didn't say whether that person was Li Ye or not.

"I don't care, you lost. Well, I'll think about it, take me to play after the poetry party is over. I don't like to go to crowded places, the more beautiful the scenery, the better! ”

"No problem, I don't care about you!"

Isn't that the same thing as winning yourself? Chu Ye thought of the couch behind the top of the West Mountain, and the bed on it was very strong. Thinking of this, Chu Ye measured Zhang Yiyi's weight, if the two of them rolled on it......

"Li Ye is very powerful, he loves literature, and he likes to make friends with literati and scholars, he is the same age as us, but when it comes to social experience, we are really children."

"It seems that he is not here just for the poetry club."

Chu Ye had already swept Li Ye with his divine sense, and only tore a shackle, it seemed that this guy wanted to rely on Wen Dao to ascend to the sky.

The venue gradually fell silent. The venue is huge, with a capacity of more than 1,000 people, and the design is very reasonable, so that any sound on the stage can be heard by the people in the back row. The venue is arc-shaped, and the perfect arc makes the sound inescapable, and it is all contained in it.

Dean Qiu Hui nodded, and Faculty Gong got up and walked a few steps forward, came to the middle position, and said loudly: "The mountains and rivers are safe, the spring flowers are blooming, the Tang Dynasty is like mushrooms after a rain, and the vigorous vitality makes all the trees marvel." We are fortunate to be a grain of dust on the bamboo, so let us bless the prosperity of the great Tang Dynasty together, and wish Taixue a large number of talents and a hundred flowers. I declare that the Dou Shi Conference is now open! ”

"It's so boring!"

In the thunderous applause, Chu Ye expressed a feeling in his heart. Sitting next to him, the blood boiled by the atmosphere of the scene and said, "This is still boring? ”

Facing the wide eyes of Chop Qianqiu, Zhang Yi nodded one by one. "That's what I thought too."

After saying that, the three of them joined the applause team with all their might.

After Instructor Gong finished speaking, he returned to his seat, and Instructor Lu walked out.

"It's not endless."

Chu Ye's words floated out of the fading applause.

"Some procedures still have to be completed."

Chop Chiaki doesn't like these cumbersome ceremonial things either.

I saw that the instructor said categorically: "Directly conduct the competition, and the students participating in the competition will be listed!" ”

"I like him!"

Chu Ye threw out another sentence when he got up.

Qiu Hui looked at the people beside him in some surprise, and everyone smiled helplessly. This road instructor is very personal, he is not cynical, he just doesn't like red tape.

According to the established procedure, he had to say the rules of the game and have a word of thanks. Now, the whole province. Everyone knows the rules, they are all insiders, and their poetry is good, can't they see it? He didn't want to say the words of thanks, just know it in his heart, this is a poetry meeting, not a court meeting.

There are six players in the first group, and there is one Li Ye in addition to the five already selected by Instructor Yan.

There are more than 10 players in the second, third, and fourth groups. The higher the group level, the more years in Taixue.

These fifty people have already made a name for themselves since they stood on the stage, which is too learning, and being qualified to compete is enough to show their strength. As long as these people develop normally, when they graduate in the future, the DPRK and China will arrange their whereabouts. If you can play at a high level in the competition, or even achieve a place in the competition, the future must be bright.

The poetry club is divided into three parts, the first item is compared to a poem, with a fixed topic and an answer on the spot. The second competition is also the most exciting part of the poetry meeting, and the fighting poems are also divided into group fighting and solo fighting, which is the longest and most reflective of the strength of the students. The third is improvisational poetry, usually outdoors, where the instructor asks questions casually and the contestants dictate the poems. This is more practical, after all, creation can't be held indoors all the time.

Some people will be eliminated in each event, and it is already remarkable to be able to stand in the third hurdle in the end, and the final ranking depends on the state at that time.

Fifty desks were neatly arranged, and fifty contestants sat facing the students in the venue, and there was absolutely no possibility of holding back in front of everyone's eyes.

The table was empty, and the venue was silent, much like the feeling of monks sitting in a monastery. In the first round, ten people were to be eliminated, and many students were calculating their rankings among these players, for fear of being squeezed down.

Chu Ye's heart was calm as usual, and his progress in the past twenty days made Instructor Yan not resist talking to him.

"When you write an article, your heart is like water, and I'm still enlightening, I don't know how you did it?"

Instructor Yan was ashamed to ask, which made Chu Ye not know how to answer.

"Muslim, maybe you've had a lot of experience!"

Instructor Yan nodded lightly, "The first level can be used as previously written, the second level depends on the situation, and the third level must be improvised, don't seek stability!" ”

It seems that I am still afraid of going the old way, but this is fine, it means that I haven't seen through myself yet.

Chu Ye scolded his stomach while giving a deep bow to show his gratitude.

After looking for Chu Ye, out of politeness, he also talked to the other students who were going to participate in the competition one by one, and the content was almost the same. But I am more encouraging to the other students. As for Chu Ye, it is to directly teach the method of actual combat. Instructor Yan knew that Chu Ye did not lack confidence and experience. The other players, lacking everything.

Finally, the snow-white test paper was displayed in front of each contestant, and the title of the first level was written in block letters on the right side: "Poetry"!

Teacher Yan and his disciples were all dazzled, and they were right!

Before the exam, all the instructors will give the students questions, and they have to practice anyway, but the probability of winning is almost zero. The scope of literature is innumerable, and it is like looking for a needle in a haystack to use any event, any object, or even any text as a topic. But this time, it's fished!

Zhang Yiyi and Cho Qianqiu were happy, and Chu Ye was expressionless, but they all unceremoniously copied the good works that they had written before and were commented on by Teacher Yan. Looking at the senior students who were meditating on the side, Chu Ye presented the works that he didn't know if he had scored five or ten stars.

In the surprised eyes of all the students in the venue, five of the six people in the first group had already handed in the test papers. How is it possible that the other forty-five were racking their brains to think of how they could write a good psalm? The first-grade kid hasn't even grown his hair!

Before the chin was closed, I saw Li Ye also stand up, now, the forty-five people in the field are sitting on pins and needles, are the new cubs so powerful?