Overnight, a rumor of Juxianju became popular all over the world.

There is a genius who participates in recruiting relatives, and he is specifically looking for another person to participate in recruiting relatives, and this person's cultivation is superb, and the level of poetry is unique in the world, plus he is full of wisdom, and he actually collected seven tokens!

His name is Zhuge Qingfeng.

He was born in the Holy House of Poets.

He is the only double cultivator of the Holy Family of Poetry, and he is a superstar who has made a name for himself since he first stepped into the Burial State.

All the relatives remembered this name.

All the elders of Makino Mountain Villa also remembered this name.

Even in the backyard of Muye, in an embroidery pavilion, three or four girls surrounded a woman in white, chattering all about Zhuge Qingfeng.

"Miss, he wrote three poems last night, and the first one was colorful! His poetry is really a poetic path. ”

"Miss, he is still a genius in the cultivation path, and he has heard that it is like heaven and earth."

"Miss, your amazing crown is in the burial state, and only a genius like him is worthy of ......"

"Miss, the slave went to see it quietly, this is his projection......"

A piece of jade pendant on the girl's hand projects a group of human images, and Zhuge Qingfeng is graceful in this image......

At this moment, if you vote to decide who is on the list, it is estimated that Zhuge Qingfeng can take more than half.

However, these are only preludes after all.

The real competition is after entering the banker.

At noon the next day, the heavens and the earth were clear.

The gate of Makino Villa slowly opened, and two teams of scribes rushed in, of course, they were the army of recruits with the Kiss Token in their hands, a total of seventy-three people.

Everyone is a leader of a generation, and they are in the limelight for a while in their families and even within thousands of miles around them, but today, most people are very low-key, because they know that they are not the only protagonists today, and there is absolutely no weak person around them and on the other side.

Of course, there are a few exceptions.

The seventh prince Dongfang Pavilion, he is the prince of the Fuzhou lineage, and he has been in a high position for a long time, so that he is not shocked, and his amazing and brilliant literary and Taoist cultivation makes him never know what low-key is.

Drunken Confucianism and Chu three drunk, drunken poetry and drunken beauty, self-named "three drunk", the real name of the family forgot, he seemed to be drunk last night, and now he is stepping on the red carpet of the villa, drunk and confused, such a person will naturally not respect others, let alone be nervous.

Yan Qing, the head of the seven sons of the southeast, was poetic and wine that day, fairy in the world, and had a chic and superb temperament, mixed in the Qinglou all day long, and saw a Qing man in the funeral flower pavilion, and begged for it, this Qing man was arrogant, and let people send back two sentences with a note: The rivers and lakes have been perverse for ten years, and they are not as good as the hat to enter the court. Why? You are mixed in the rivers and lakes, no matter how amazing the embodiment is, you will not be on the right path after all. Yan Qing picked up the piece of paper and continued two sentences at the end: Take the hat from the court, and look at the May Champion.

In that year (last session) of the funeral state scientific expedition, the champion Lang was born, and it was Yan Qing, the former merry man in the rivers and lakes. The funeral flower pavilion was a sensation, and the top Qing people recommended their pillows, achieving a generation of literary stories......

If things come to this, it's just a good story, but it's not enough to show Yan Qing's maverick, Yan Qing put the Qing people to sleep, and then abandoned them, leaving two lines of poetry floating away, poetry: I entered the court with a crown, how can I climb the broken flowers and willows?

After reading this poem, the Qing people vomited three liters of blood!

Someone has a poem: Qinglang's wonderful hand burial garden, delicate red all over the ground for half a day, I go on the high branches and fold the laurel, who cares who the flowers are left?

This poem is a satire on him, you have entered the court, and you can't appreciate the broken flowers and willows, but you also have to think about it, how did this broken flowers and willows come about? You have made an innocent woman into a broken flower and a willow, and you turn your back to dislike other people's broken flowers and willows, you are not authentic......

But the world of literature and Taoism doesn't talk about these authentic or not authentic, it talks about a spontaneous action.

Don't expect him to be nervous on any occasion.

Of course, there is another person who is even less nervous, because he is Zhuge Qingfeng!

Zhuge Qingfeng, there was no order at this time yesterday, and there were six orders to enter the park today (there was a token, he took it for a mirror), and directly made a subtraction for the people involved, he walked into the park with a smile on his face, and several people outside the park looked at his back, gritting his teeth, he didn't realize it at all.

This person looked around and saw Lin Su walking side by side with Aunt Yao, and he also greeted him warmly: "This brother, the mirror you gave to the younger brother is really extraordinary, and in the future, when I and Miss Jiang Jia face the mirror appliqué, I will definitely not forget Brother Tai." ”

Lin Su raised his eyes and smiled faintly: "You are right about this, I think you will probably not forget it in your life!" ”

Zhuge Qingfeng laughed and strode away.

I didn't understand what Lin Su meant.

But Aunt Yao heard it......

People in the world, but whoever competes with Lin Su on the same stage, probably no one can forget him.

He's everyone's nightmare......

Makino Villa, when you first enter, you only feel its elegance.

After entering, I realized that it was elegant and delicate.

A grass and a tree, a brick and a stone, a pavilion and a pavilion, through the vicissitudes of time, but also soaked in the core of elegance.

For example, in a plum garden in front, the plum blossoms are not there at this time, but their paths are horizontal, and every minute and inch falls in the eyes of the literati is poetry and painting......

If it weren't for the upcoming challenges, it is estimated that these literati would be inscribed poems at this moment......

Yao Gu looked around, and a wisp of voice quietly entered Lin Su's ears: "Everything here seems to coincide with the time point of the millennium, the main building should be a thousand years, the ancient tree should be a thousand years, even this pavilion is also a thousand years, and the pool under this pavilion is also a thousand years, is this a design from the beginning to the end, or is it a reminder to the people of the mountain villa?" Remind them that it's been a thousand years since they traveled away from home? ”

Only people who have a certain degree of insight into the current situation will put forward such a deep proposition......

"Maybe!" Lin Su said: "Have you seen that the grass and trees in this garden are really special? ”

"Picturesque and elegant!" Yao Gu said.

"In the eyes of the literati, this is elegant, and in the eyes of the soldiers, this is the soldier!" Lin Su said: "The pavilion design is in line with the Nine Palaces, and the courtyard design is gossip, as long as the array eye is activated, the entire manor is countless large arrays." ”

Aunt Yao's heart was beating......

"At this moment, the big array is not activated, and they obviously don't want to startle the snake, let's wait and see what happens."

Aunt Yao said, "What do you need me to do?" ”

"Make a pot of good tea, warm a pot of old wine, and sit back and watch!"

"Boiling tea and warm wine, it seems to be too leisurely, I look at the villa, it doesn't seem to be the intention to let you breathe a sigh of relief......"

"Exactly, when you enter the park, you will enter the test room, and the time rhythm is so tightly controlled, they are also worried that we will see more clues from the villa!"

While speaking, the group has arrived in front of the main building, in front of the main building, a long row of old people dressed in festive costumes, standing on the high platform, Lin Su and the others arrived, the token in their hands was pulled, they all arrived at the front of the stage and took their seats, while the other people who followed without tokens sat in the corridor.

Countless beautiful maids shuttled back and forth, bringing fragrant tea to the distinguished guests.

An old man on the high platform took three steps and gave a literati salute: "Jiang Hao, the great elder of the old Muye Villa, thank you to all the VIPs on behalf of the head of the family, thank you for coming from afar, and thank you for the importance of the guests to our village!" ”

Everyone below stood up in unison and bowed in return.

The Great Elder said: "Today's grand event, all the distinguished guests already know, is the fourth lady of the villa to choose a son-in-law, the fourth miss of the village is a cultivator, the cultivation has reached the heaven and the law, know the book and keep the etiquette, the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are all refined, the ambition is lofty, not into the convention, adhere to the ability to choose a son-in-law, the owner of the village loves the heart of the granddaughter is known to the public, so from its wish......"

After an introduction, everyone's hearts shook together.

In fact, they all know that Muye Villa is the headquarters of the military family, and the military family is one of the holy families, and it has long broken the restriction that women cannot be awarded literary degrees, so in their cognition, the fourth lady who is most valued by the owner of the village should be the realm of Wenlu or the literary world.

However, now the Great Elder told them that this Fourth Miss Jiang was a person on the cultivation path, and she had already cultivated to the realm of Heaven and Earth.

They were not surprised.

But it also seems reasonable.

Because Makino Villa is not a soldier saint on the surface, it cannot enjoy the number of academic degrees granted by the temple, and its women cannot obtain academic degrees.

The temple closed the door for Miss Jiang Si to enter the Wendao.

She actually opened the window on the cultivation path and went straight to the Heaven and Law, which was a cultivation level on a par with the literary world!

Such a woman is really amazing and gorgeous.

The elder turned his words: "Today is full of friends, full of handsome people, but the fourth lady can only choose one of them, it is the villa set up two levels, can pass this level, can enter the eyes of the fourth lady, the fourth lady in the third level, will meet with you, choose a husband, in order to support life, the villa is contemptuous, but also hope that you Haihan ......"

Bow again.

The crowd returned the salute again......

Pass two passes first, and only after passing can you be qualified to enter the hall and obtain the qualification of the fourth lady to take the test.

These two levels are not difficult in theory......

After all, getting into the house shouldn't be too difficult for anyone......

However, as soon as the rules of the first level were announced, everyone's hearts jumped......

Write a poem or a poem and get the silver light or above to enter the second level!

Writing poetry has a silver light, in Lin Su's dictionary, it is purely a writing collapse, but you can't say that it is not difficult, it is actually extremely difficult!

You need to know that Lin Su's second brother Lin Jialiang, before Lin Su appeared, the best poem he wrote was only a white light poem, and it was written on a spur of the moment, and he was also included in the top ten shows in Quzhou because of this white light poem.

That's white light!

That's the literary and elegant Cangqu Prefecture!

In the burial land of Wendao, a poem of white light will sing about a city, let alone silver light?

What's more, it was written in a hurry?

What's more, it's still a proposition?

As soon as this question came out, at least more than ten people in Lin Su's team had different faces, although they claimed to be literary geniuses, although most of them had also written silver light poems or even golden light poems, but for them to write a silver light poem in a hurry, it depended on their luck......

Eighteen maids shuttled to the left and right, and under each token, a blank piece of paper, a pen, and an inkstone were placed.

It's all ordinary pen and ink paper, which means that no matter what kind of psalm you write, you won't be the first to present a vision of the text, so as not to disturb others.

In the end, under Wenbao, the poems and chapters of each person were recited in public, and the level of poetry naturally appeared.

The long wind hunts, and the white clouds are long.

In the thousand-year-old manor, seventy-three young people in long robes and jade stands, holding brushes in their hands, and white paper in front of them, no matter how you look at it, it is a scene of literary and elegant manners.

However, everyone was a little nervous.

People who are not particularly profound in poetry, don't beg too far from the heart, let them write silver light poems, don't be the first to look at the face.

Those who are proficient in poetry are also nervous, because they see this as an opportunity to make a name for themselves, and they want to be superior to the others, but no one knows who they are.

Those who are really not nervous are probably only three or five people, the temperament of the Seven Princes based on their long-term high position, Chu Sandrunk probably drank too much, Yan Qing probably has such a kind of debauchery in his bones, Zhuge Qingfeng is probably really confident, as for Lin Su, he is probably out of the world......

He didn't understand it......

My name wasn't revealed, so I just stood in the test room? It's not so convenient for me to participate in the next three indiscriminate township breaking tests, so people have to check your real name and surname, so that you can have a quasi-qualification comparison.

I didn't even give my name.

No one asked about the fake name Su San.

Just give me pen and paper and let me compete?

Excuse me, are you a bit of a "tiger", or do you have another article?

The Great Elder smiled and said: "This time is to recruit relatives, so you need to know something, it is better to show yourself, please write a poem and show yourself!" ”

The title is out, a self-revealing poem!

What is self-disclosure is self-introduction.

Introduce what kind of person you are and what kind of background you have.

This introduction is unique and very targeted, but, everyone is under pressure, literati, of course, it is inevitable to introduce themselves, almost everyone also has self-deprecation, self-deprecation of good sentences, however, these good sentences are mostly jokes, in the usual poetry meeting when the party casually chanted, can also change people to smile, how to get into the hall of elegance? How to turn it into a complete psalm and win the light of the Word?

The Great Elder opened his question, and in anticipation—people need to introduce themselves to you if they want to know something about you.

But it was also unexpected—because the introduction had to be poetry, and the poem itself needed to be at the level of a silver poem.

Play this hand, that's called high-end!

"Interesting, can you start writing?" Zhuge Qingfeng laughed.

He was the only one who could laugh.

The Great Elder smiled faintly: "The timer starts, and it is limited to a quarter of an hour!" ”

All the students looked up at the sky and began to think......

There is only one person, Zhuge Qingfeng, who wrote directly, and he didn't even seem to think about it.

In a loft in the distance, a woman in white has eyes like autumn water, the water flows eastward, and the eyes are as far as the eye can see, it is this world, and a young waiter in Tsing Yi next to her said softly: "Miss, you see, that Zhuge Qingfeng actually put pen to paper directly, if this time it is still brilliant, I think Miss should not think about others." ”

The young lady smiled lightly: "It's kind of interesting!" ”

"You think he's funny, too?" The girl was a little excited.

The young lady said: "Zhuge Qingfeng does have a bit of meaning, the pen is colorful, the cultivation is successful, and the double cultivation of literature and Taoism can be achieved so attainmented." However, he is not the only one who is interesting! ”

"Who else?"

"Zhang Xiushui in the Southern Regions, Li Yangchun in the Northern Regions, Wang Yiwen in the Western Regions, and that person, who is the purple-clothed boy next to Zhuge Qingfeng?"

Miss ordered four people at random, and the girl's eyes widened: "Miss, why do you pay attention to Zhang Xiushui, Li Yangchun and Wang Yiwen?" Although they are also famous literary and Taoist geniuses in all directions, they are far from Zhuge Qingfeng, Yan Qing, and the Seven Princes. ”

The young lady smiled faintly: "I have taught you, and I know it when I see it...... These three people are indeed inferior to these people in terms of reputation and status alone, but they are here to defeat the original person of the token. ”

The token, issued by Makino Villa, was only sent to the major families, and the major families determined the participants in the first round, and these three people were not among them, but they defeated the people determined by the family, stood out, and got the token, what does it mean? First, these three people are strong enough, even without the support of the family, they can still win on their own; Second, these three people are decisive enough, brave and promising, and dare to think and do.

The girl seems to understand: "Miss knows everything you know, Miss says they have strength, then it must not be wrong, but what about the fourth person?" Is it because he looks the best? ”

The young lady's finger lightly fell on the girl's forehead and smiled: "You little girl, you look at me too shallowly, although his appearance is the crown of the sages, but these are not enough to attract my attention, what I am concerned about is: The person who came with him, do you know who she is?" ”

"Who?" The girl doesn't understand.

"Peasant Saint Jia Xianyao!" The young lady said: "I can't imagine who it will be if I can make the peasant saint wear a maid's costume and follow the people left and right!" ”

……

Minutes and seconds passed, and the people in the half room had already started writing.

Lin Su finally started to write, and as soon as the pen moved, he quickly collected it.

When the time of half an hour is up, the paper in front of everyone is flipped in unison, and the time for writing poems is over, and the verification period begins.

Zhuge Qingfeng looked to the left: "Prodigal son Yanqing, is it?" ”

"Yan Qing is Yan Qing, what is the prodigal son?" Yan Qing glanced at him lazily.

"The prodigal son, whose heart is wandering, and whose heart is undecided, how can a man be determined?"

Yan Qing laughed: "Your Excellency's words are also novel, but the husband is established in the world, the learning is always excellent, the industry is always new, and the sacred heart is moving forward step by step, what's wrong?" ”

"Right! Your studies are wandering day by day, and no one says that you are inappropriate. Zhuge Qingfeng smiled and said: "It's just that your participation in today's recruitment of relatives is quite inappropriate in the eyes of the next." ”

Yan Qing frowned and said, "What do you mean?" ”

Zhuge Qingfeng said: "You were innocent and innocent in the past, and the young lady of Muye Villa may also have three concerns, will you repeat your old tricks in Makino Villa......"

Yan Qing's face sank......

Because Zhuge Qingfeng hit a sore spot in him, he was disgusted with the Oiran that day and suspected the other party of the broken flowers and willows, and he was quite happy when he did this, and there was a kind of pleasure of "You looked down on me that day, and today I will make you regret not being at the beginning", but all kinds of comments afterwards made him discouraged.

Today is a recruitment meeting, and I am very sensitive to this kind of thing.

Especially for men and women.

Yan Qing could play tricks on the innocent Oiran in the past, so will she do it again on the young lady of Makino Villa?

First value you, then insult you......

The holy incense curls and burns!

Lin Su looked at this holy incense like looking at Wang Ba in the pool next door......

How so?

The holy incense thing, at least in Lin Su's heart, has gone through several rounds of twists and turns, at the beginning, he has infinite respect for this holy incense, because in his limited experience, this holy incense is incomparable.

But later, as the veil of mystery of the temple lifted in front of him, the holy incense slowly changed its appearance in front of him.

Especially after stepping into the burial state and knowing about the soldiers, he felt that there was endless dirt hidden behind the holy incense.

However, in any case, this thing is quite reliable at the level of testing poetry.

About the grade of poetry, no matter what, it will not affect the rule of the temple, so it is fair to show in this minor matter.

That's enough......

The Grand Elder walked to the front of the group and read the first poem......

"In the depths of Montenegro, the Black Mountain home, a tree with a remnant sun and half a flower, Kyoto has been a cold door for ten years, and now it is a seal town in Nanhua." The payment was made by Li Ruoming, the prefect of South China.

After the poem was read, the white light floated, extremely intense, faintly with a silver edge.

Everyone stared at the Great Elder......

The Great Elder sighed softly: "Lord Li, the prefect of Nanhua, a self-revealing poem has written his counterattack, which is really quite rare, however, the poem is only a half-step silver light, according to the rules, Lord Li can go back!" ”

The first player, the dignified prefect, is out of the game by half a step!

The man hid his face and rose into the sky.

The second person: ""Butterfly Loves Flowers" in the depths of the white clouds Liu Feng's house, the years are like water, the ink is beautiful, the thirty generals of the thousand autumn wars, and the flowers on the top of the green warbler on the flag......"

After the words were recited, the silver light shone brightly, and the test was successfully passed.

The second contestant smiled and bowed in thanks! This person's name is Wang Yibo, he was born in the Wang family, brave and invincible, with countless meritorious achievements, it is really a green warbler on the flag, a blue and white on the top, and the previous generation was transferred from Wu to Wen. This time he received the signboard of Makino Villa, and it was originally determined that it was his eldest brother in the clan, but Wang Yibo bravely stood up, saying that the eldest brother was stronger than the classics, and his poetry attainments were still shallow, and he was afraid that it would be difficult to break through in the genius arena.

This time, he is an enemy in the family, and he is also under tremendous pressure.

If he can't pass the first level, he will face ridicule when he returns home, but fortunately he passed.

Third Contestant: "The Drum River Flows on the Side of the Mountain, and the Wind and Clouds of the Ink House ...... Endlessly"

Silver!

Clearance!

Fourth contestant: "Why bother asking for names?" Liuyun is not judged by everyone......"

He has already shown his wild side, meaning that the name of the origin does not matter at all, in a sense, it is a subtle counterattack to the big tournament used to determine whether to win or lose.

As long as his poems are written in silver light, this kind of wild organizer has to listen to it, but his writing collapsed, and the poems are just a shallow white light, and this person's face is full of pig liver color, and he disappears from the crowd.

Kung Fu in one breath, more than ten poems.

In terms of poetry alone, it is really eye-opening, each poem has something extraordinary, except for one poem without holy light, the rest of the poems have holy light, or white or silver, white under the silver, silver left.

After reading the poems of the seventeen people, eight of them left, leaving nine behind. (End of chapter)