The third, Zhao Ji!

"On the side of the Yangtze River, the incense building, the pipa has entered Zhongzhou ...... here"

Lin Su's heart moved, yes, poetry, I am most afraid of saying nothing, and Zhao Ji's poem has written the location, written the landmark event, and in the future, the pipa will be popular in Dacang, this poem will follow all the way, in line with the characteristics of color poems, the so-called color poems, is with popular elements.

But it's a pity that his last two sentences collapsed!

Poetry, a golden light!

Golden light poems, can't be colorful!

Jin Guangshi is not bad, the audience is in an uproar, Zhao Ji's face is flushed, who would have thought that today's poetry event was actually made by him Zhao Ji? Under the watchful eye, the poem has a golden light, he can finally press Lin Su, as long as he is pressed down today, the haze that lost under his hands that day can really dissipate, and his sky will be a clear sky.

Four months later, he finally saw a glimmer of hope!

"Good poetry!" The autumn show, which is as light as a spring breeze, also gave a rare high evaluation.

As soon as Jin Shi came out, everyone below began to worry about Lin Su, but this kid didn't see any panic on his face......

"That's good!" Lin Su said lightly: "Go on!" ”

The next song is Qin Muzhi's.

"Autumn light enters the ...... of Qamdo"

Good poem, poem for white light, and another poem of white light.

Qin Muzhi, as the organizer, only wrote his poems in white light, and was ruthlessly crushed to death by Zhao Ji, and his face was a little unbearable, but Lin Su didn't speak, and he didn't even "continue".

Go on!

The poems are read one after another, the atmosphere below has already reached the G tide, Quzhou, it is really an outstanding person, just half a day, ten good poems, except for two slightly inferior, not the holy light, the remaining 8 are all wonderful, from all sides to write the pipa, a golden poem, a silver poem, two white light three ways, four white light one.

One person below sighed deeply: "I only know the pipa face today, and there will be no pipa poems for ten years!" ”

attracted all the people next to him to praise: "This son, you should also come to the stage, your poem is also very good, or there is a holy light ......"

He really felt it, don't look at the pipa that only appeared today, but so many talented people competed to write poems, and wrote all the characteristics of the pipa, so that future generations can face this wonderful new instrument, and there is nothing to write, isn't there no pipa poetry for ten years?

"Done reading?" Qiu Zixiu said: "Only me and Lin Sangongzi are left, do you read it first or do I read it first?" ”

"You go first!"

Qiu Zixiu said: "The Sanskrit sound Qing Temple is full, the pipa is empty, and there is no red dust, where can you be calm?" ”

As soon as the voice fell, the golden light filled the ground, and suddenly, the golden light turned to colorful light, and the colorful light enveloped the entire high platform.

Booming below, colorful poems!

actually came out with colorful poems!

Lin Su's calm and waveless face finally changed, and he looked at Qiu Zixiu quietly.

The boy who commented on the poem just now below sighed: "The Sanskrit Qing Temple is full, the pipa is empty, one is full, one is empty, it is really full and jumping, out of the dust and in the red dust, worthy of a generation of prodigies, a generation of monks, as soon as the colorful poems come out, who will compete?" Today is a blessing, it is a blessing! ”

Lin Jialiang's whole body was stiff, and he once again appreciated the charm of color poems.

For the first time in his life, he hoped that there was no color poetry in the world.

He also saw the face of his brother on the stage, his third brother was going to lose......

Lin Su said: "Good poetry! ”

Qiu Zixiu said: "You shouldn't have encircled me in." ”

"yes, maybe it shouldn't!" Lin Su said: "With your talent, you could have discussed poetry with me, why do you have to be my enemy?" ”

"Because you're so crazy!"

Ha ha! Lin Su laughed indulgently: "Crazy? Can I be a little crazier? ”

Lin Jialiang looked up suddenly......

The audience focused on the ......

Lin Su said: "Your poetry is good!" But...... No matter how good your poems are, you don't want to compete with me! ”

"Oh? Read it! Akiko Xiu said.

Lin Su flipped through the paper in front of him:

"The sound of autumn outside the plug enters the Zechuan, and before several storms fall on the stage, I can finally see it after a long time, still holding the pipa and half covering my face; The hinge plucks the strings three or two times, and there is love before the tune. The strings cover up the sound and thoughts, as if they are complaining about their lack of ambition. The low-brow letter continued, saying that there are infinite things in my heart. Light and slow twisting and wiping and picking, the initial prosperity has disappeared. The big strings are noisy like a torrential rain, and the small strings are like whispers. Noisy and staggered, big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate. The bottom of the flower is slippery, and it is difficult to go under the drift ice of the secluded spring. The ice fountain is cold and astringent, and the condensation will not be silent for a while. Don't have gloom and hatred, silence is better than sound at this time. The silver bottle burst through the water slurry, and the iron rider stood out with the sound of knives and guns. At the end of the song, beware of drawing, the four strings sound like cracks. The east and west buildings were silent, and only the autumn water in the heart of the river was ......"

On the high platform, the folding fan in Qin Muzhi's hand was erected without moving.

Akikoxiu's ever-smiling face, the smile suddenly disappeared.

The people below were so drunk that they seemed to listen to the pipa music again from his poems.

This long poem, with feelings, scenes, portrayals, and the poet's keen insight, can be said to be a real poem written to the end of the pipa song, and there is no poem after this poem.

After the poem, the colorful light platform blooms!

Poetry into colorful!

Lin Jialiang jumped up: "Colorful poems!" ”

Countless people jumped up at the same time, and tens of thousands of people went crazy.

The curtain was lifted suddenly, and the pipa girl held the pipa and bowed in front of Lin Su: "The pipa meets the son, like the pearl meets the beauty, the green clothes didn't know the son before, and today I see the bosom friend!" ”

Lin Su held up with both hands: "We are both fallen people at the end of the world, why should we have known each other when we meet?" ”

As soon as the two lines of poetry come out, the finishing touch is clear!

The paper in front of him suddenly had a faint green edge......

"Oh my God, what do I see?" The crowd was amazed.

"Cyan luster, a poem that has been passed down through the ages?"

Poems include grass poems, white light poems, silver light poems, gold poems, five-colored, colorful, and the seven realms of the world, the poems that have been handed down are almost legends, and there are only more than ten poems that have been handed down at present, and today, Lin Su's "Pipa Xing" actually showed cyan color when he responded to the words of the pipa girl with a poem.

The color of the eternal blue sky, the symbol of the poetry handed down from generation to generation.

The poem has been passed down to the world, and the earth is shocked!

But there is no imaginary holy light in the sky, just because this poem is only a little cyan, not completely green, indicating that this poem has not really reached the level of inheritance, but only stepped on the threshold of inheritance.

Stepping on the threshold of the world is also a legend!

The whole audience blew up.

Lin Jialiang's eyes widened, and one hand firmly pinched his thigh, is it a dream? The third brother almost passed on the line......

In the fragrance building above, the fourth lady chanted softly: The same is the end of the world, why should we have met before?

This poem makes me want to cry, entering Huichang, you really feel lonely, you feel degraded, I know that you are my family's big enemy, but why am I distressed......

Outside the crowd, a woman in men's clothes was also stunned, she was the third lady Zhou Yueru.

In a high-end poetry meeting, he defeated eleven people by himself!

He is the brightest star in the whole Huichang.

He used to be her husband......

Lin Su's eyes slowly raised and stared at Qin Muzhi.

Qin Mu's mind had just returned from this poem, and suddenly he saw these eyes, and his heart jumped suddenly......

"Ladies and gentlemen, today's cultural war is over! Sorry, I won! ”

Under the high platform, thousands of people cheered!

On the high platform, it is like a mourning exam!

No one could have imagined that this would be the end of the day.

No one can accept this ending.

When they set up a bet, how many times did they think they would lose? In their cognition, it is simply impossible to lose, they write poems in advance, they choose what he simply does not know, they have multiple insurances...... In this case, they should be absolutely foolproof!

So, their bets are all based on their wins.

If they win, how to make him more miserable, how to make him unable to turn over, how to squeeze his value to the maximum......

They conceived beautifully, but alas, the reality was so cruel that they lost!

Including a peerless master like Qiu Zixiu, he couldn't stop his edge.

If you lose, you're in big trouble.

The whole city ran and let them shout ten times "I am waste", how did they gain a foothold in Quzhou?

How else do they set foot on the Wendao?

"Everyone! I shouted three times, you will start to take off your clothes and run, when the time comes, the literary world and Wenshan will be destroyed, and I hope you will not destroy your future! One ......"

"No!" Qin Muzhi shouted, as soon as this shout came out, his literary world and Wenshan suddenly shook together, scaring Qin Muzhi out of the sky, and with a bang, his clothes were gone, and he rushed out, and the shaking in the literary world was stopped, there was no damage, but a black fog shrouded him, and his brain was confused.

"I'm a waste ......" Qin Muzhi's loud cry came from under the high platform, hoarse.

Everyone on the high platform changed color at the same time and took off their ...... together

Some of the people below were amused, some were frightened, and they watched such a group of heavenly prides who should have stood in the clouds turn into a bunch of jokes.

In the blink of an eye, there were only two people left on the high platform, Lin Su and Qiu Zixiu.

Qiu Zixiu smiled faintly: "I once said that this bet is not fair, does Brother Lin know why?" ”

"Because you're all empty! I don't care about L Ben. ”

Qiu Zixiu smiled: "It's also because of one point, I can't say anything to others!" It doesn't matter what you ask me! Two big bets on me, dispensable. ”

He slowly took off his clothes, folded them neatly, and walked down the high platform step by step with elegant steps, and the beauties above screamed......

Lin Su was dumbfounded, monk, he has to take a look at it, it's really amazing, the four are empty! Such a person responded to a common saying in later generations: people are shameless, and the world is invincible.

On the high platform, it has become the world of Lin Su alone.

He stood on the side of the stage, and the tens of thousands of people below looked up, and on the street, eleven people ran at the same time, "I am waste" one after another.

The talented girl below is stupid.

The students below sighed.

Piaoxianglou, these girls who are used to seeing red dust, are drunk.

Today's Huichang, surnamed Lin!

Zhizhou Mansion, Qin Zhizhou's face sank like dirt.

Zhou's family, Old Man Zhou slapped the coffee table in front of him to pieces, and a few girls stood far away, not daring to come over......

In the Piaoxiang Building, a student looked at Lin Su quietly, his face was still normal, but a layer of cold sweat quietly broke out on his back.

He is Li Yezhou.

Li Yezhou took the high school examination twice, but refused to advance, and threatened to not accept Huiyuan, he has long been a legend of Quzhou, he can talk about poetry with Qiu Zixiu all night, and they are each other's confidants, and the poetry is naturally outstanding, if he also came to power just now, he can also attract the cheers of countless people, and maybe he can also become a golden light or even a color poem.

Just now, when Qiu Zixiu's poems became colorful and became the center of the audience, to be honest, he regretted it a little.

But now, he is extremely happy.

He was fortunate not to come to power, and if he did, at this moment, he would also be a member of the army around the city.

He doesn't have the state of mind like Qiu Zixiu, if he also runs around three times like this, his literary world will definitely be dusty, and he will lose before taking the exam in this scientific examination.

The position he was determined to achieve will miss him again.

The scientific examination is once every three years, how many three years can there be in life?

If he loses it again, he may never be able to realize his life's ambition.

It's dangerous, it's dangerous!

Lin Su turned around and looked down: "Zheng Hao! ”

Zheng Hao actually stared at him all the time, and finally waited for the focus of his gaze.

Lin Su said: "I have already said before, after the civil war, it will be your turn!" Come up! Lin Su lightly hooked his fingers.

What do you mean?

Anything else?

Those who have been scattered on the periphery are reunited.

The pleasure in Lin Jia's conscience instantly dispersed, and she was nervous again......

With a snort, Zheng Hao rose into the sky, this rush directly above the high platform, turned in the air, landed on the high platform, and stared at Lin Su: "Lin Xie Yuan, doesn't he want to have a competition with Zheng?" ”

"Exactly!"

"Haha......" Zheng Hao looked up to the sky and laughed: "Zheng is not a person who learns literature, it is exempt from poetry, if you are interested, you might as well wait for me for a while, there are also people who study literature in Yaoshen Valley, how about I let my ten-year-old sister compete with you?" ”

Lin Su's proposal to compete with him is very inappropriate in itself, because you are a scholar, and others practice martial arts, and you are a literati and a martial artist to compare poetry, which is purely self-inferior.

And Zheng Hao didn't give an inch of land, even cut and beaten, and used his ten-year-old girl to damage Lin Su fiercely.

Lin Su said: "I fought with Qin Muzhi and Zhou Liangcheng because what they are best at is Wendao, and I will fight with you, so I will naturally choose the martial arts you are best at." ”

Zheng Hao could barely believe his ears.

"You...... Want...... Martial arts with me? ”

All 10,000 people in the audience were stunned!

In Piaoxiang Building, the fourth lady turned sideways suddenly, looking at Xiao Chu, her eyes were extremely shocked, and Xiao Chu was also stupid: "Miss, he said that he wanted to compete in martial arts!" ”

Zhou Yueru frowned suddenly......

What do you mean? What is this hateful man playing?

"Zheng Hao, take a look, this is the contract I drafted, if you have no opinion, sign it!"

Zheng Hao's eyes fell, and on a piece of gold paper in front of him, a treasure pen wrote a few lines of big characters: ...... The two sides will fight a decisive battle with force, life and death will be safe and heavenly, and the families and friends of both sides must not retaliate afterwards, otherwise, they will violate the holy way and be destroyed by heaven and earth!

Lin Su has already signed, as long as he signs, this contract will take effect!

Zheng Hao joined hands and signed directly!

As soon as the word is signed, the gold paper shines, and the words on it are publicized in public, and the details are clear.

The audience was in an uproar.