Jiangxin Island, Guide Poetry Club Square, the poetry fighting of talents has entered the most intense stage.

The whole poetry club was completely divided into two factions, one faction was headed by Xie Cong Xie Qinghou, and the other faction was headed by Liu He Liu Rongruo.

The front of the poetry seat was crowded with people, and three pen and ink boys were waiting, all sweating on their heads.

On the VIP platform, the atmosphere was a little more relaxed.

Fighting for the nameless article, now is the time when the fighting poems are the most fierce, and it is precisely the time when the most bad works come out.

Therefore, it is rare for the masters and the major people to have the opportunity to look on coldly.

On the left side of the VIP seat, Li Bo, one of the four great talents of Lishui, has been smiling, he is very fat, smiling like Maitreya, and looks very kind, but usually his smart eyes have added talent to him, which is also an important reason why he is loved and respected in the Wuling academic circles.

But at this time, Li Bo's eyes were motionless, staring at a certain position in the square, and his smile was different from usual, sometimes the fat on his body was trembling, but he didn't have the bearing of a great talent.

"Li Zi'an, what are you smirking at? This is the Poetry Club, as a master, how can you be so out of shape?" a cold voice sounded in his ears.

Next to him, sitting upright is known as cold as frost, as bright as peach blossoms, as clear as plantains, and only as talented as the rivers of the guide Su Yuqiao, the word prophet.

The fact that women can go to school and have a table is all thanks to the advocacy of the new school.

In the current Great Zhou, even in the most conservative Chu State, the status of women who have gained fame is almost the same as that of men.

Of course, in some extremely stubborn old masters, women are still different from men, but there are too few such old masters.

Facing Su Yuqiao's snort, Li Bo was stunned, his expression remained unchanged at all, but he smiled even more happily.

Su Yuqiao's brows couldn't help but gradually twist, she first glanced at Li Bo with extreme disgust, and then followed the direction of Li Bo's gaze to concentrate on her own observation......

"Ah......h

An exclamation.

Immediately, her face was covered with a layer of frost, and she said angrily: "How can this be reasonable, who is this person......? Such rude......"

Su Yuqiao's eyes were staring in that direction, his eyes were both angry and shocked, it was directly behind Xie Cong, and there was a soldier in a white robe who fell asleep on the seat.

Because of the distance, and Xie Cong's tall and tall eyes, if you don't look carefully, you can't find it at all.

"On such an occasion, there is a scholar who can sleep soundly, who is this person?"

Su Yuqiao slowly stood up.

Li Bo sat up straight and said, "Prophet Su, what are you going to do? Don't mess around, such a wonderful person, I have only seen Li Zi'an in my life, you must not do anything that spoils the scenery." ”

Su Yuqiao raised his eyebrows and said, "Such a lazy person is also a wonderful person? ”

Li Zi was shy, and said with a smile: "I am not a person in the Tao, and I can't be with the way." Why? Prophet Su, you just made a bet with me, and you were not convinced if you lost? Why don't we gamble again?"

Su Yuqiao's face changed, and a touch of embarrassment appeared between his expressions.

Just now she made a bet with Li Zi'an, Su Yuqiao thought that this time the poetry would be dominated by Liuhe's side, while Li Zi'an bet on Xie Cong's side to have the advantage.

Judging from the current situation, although the scene is still fierce, Xie Cong's side has basically firmly grasped the situation.

If nothing else, this time Xie Cong will be the big winner of the Guide Wing Chun Poetry Club.

The opening poem took the lead, and then in the process of proposing each other, two more poems were passed on by the horses, and he passed the poems three times by himself in a poetry meeting, which is already a personal record of the previous guide poetry meetings.

And Liu He is just a poem about "Rainy Night", but it is not a poem about each other, whether it is a rush or a poet, he has already lost.

Liu He is her disciple of Su Yuqiao, and Xie Cong is Li Bo's disciple, Su Yuqiao is better than Li Bo, but as a master, Li Bo seems to be better.

Today's gamble, Su Yuqiao lost, and she has been haunted by it.

"What are you going to bet on?"

Li Zi'an smiled, pointed in the direction of the sleeping scholar, and said, "Let's bet on this!

Su Yuqiao was stunned for a moment, sneered out laughing, and said: "Li Zi'an, Li Zi'an, what kind of fallacy are you, such a rude and lazy person is also worthy ......of mentioning the word talent?

"Okay!" Li Zi'an touched his big belly with his hand, "We are sure of a word, if you lose, the book of "University Notes" that you treasure will be given to me." If I lose, I'll give you the "Poetry of the World" in my hand, how about it?"

Su Yuqiao nodded seriously and said, "Okay, we'll make up our minds!" I'll go to the square now and call this son over, and we'll ask ...... person in person."

"Don't!" Li Zi'an said: "Don't be so anxious, the poetry club is still going on, why are you in such a hurry......?

"Guides, please be quiet!"

While the two were talking, Master Meng stood up and said aloud.

With Meng Fuzi's words, the hustle and bustle of the audience immediately stopped, and the next moment, many scholars began to return to their positions.

However, the scholars on both sides were still glaring at each other, and it was obvious that they were suddenly interrupted when the battle was fierce, and they were still unsatisfied.

You don't need to deliberately observe, you can find that the two factions on the poetry club square have been clearly distinguished.

On one side is Xie Cong's side, all of whom are full of energy and complacent. On the other side is the Liuhe side, all the scholars are angry, demoralized, and quite embarrassed.

Master Meng stopped the poetry meeting, obviously in the hearts of all the masters and adults, the victory or defeat of today's poetry meeting is almost clear......

Meng Fuzi's eyes were sharp, he looked around, and when the whole square was quiet, he said loudly: "Today's proposition poems, few masterpieces appear, my generation of scholars, with the text of friends can not forget the courtesy, rudeness is loss of morality, you can wake up?"

Many of the scholars bowed their heads, their faces showing shame.

Meng Fuzi paused, and said: "I just received the poem of the horse race, and there is a proposition poem for you to evaluate, this poem is 'Night Rain', and the poem is presented as a ......."

Two pen and ink boys hold scrolls in their hands and ascend to the poetry seat.

The scroll slowly spread out on the poetry seat, and the boy's clear voice chanted: "Li Shui Poetry Club Zhou Ruoshui's untitled poems, the crisp rain knows the season, the spring is happening, sneaking into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently." ”

After the boy finished chanting the poem, the whole poetry square was restless.

Many of the scholars had a look of astonishment on their faces.

is a five-character poem, the words are plain but vivid and neat, especially the artistic conception is lofty, which is really extraordinary.

"How can anyone in the Lishui Poetry Society make such good poems?"

Meng Fuzi stared at the many scholars, and said loudly: "Now I also use the proposition of 'night rain', and you will make this proposition poem, and the poet is the leader of this Wing Chun poetry meeting!"

As soon as Meng Fuzi's words came out, the audience was in an uproar.

In today's poetry meeting, there was a situation where the master himself proposed to compose a poem?

Isn't the previous reciprocal poetry meaningless? It is rare for the leader of the entire poetry meeting to be decided by the proposition of the master, which is rare in the guide poetry meeting......

Besides, is the proposition of "night rain" too simple?

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