Xie Xing glanced at Nian Qirao with a smile and said, "This son, if you want to compare poetry with me, you are too far behind." ”

At this time, Wang Ziwen felt that Xie Xing was too arrogant, and the people around him were even more discussing, and the batter was confused about Xizhou Mansion, and this kind of poem was just a joke. The person who made this kind of poem actually dared to say that Nian Qirao was far worse than the poem, and he didn't know if this Xie Xing was arrogant or ignorant.

You must know that Nian Qirao just made a 'listening to the penny pounding the pearl and jade, only to know that the water surface is already ice. Such a good verse.

Even Tang Xueyao shook her head, she still had a good impression of Xie Xing, after all, she had been to the west, and she had brought some strange things that everyone didn't know. But this Xie Xing is too arrogant, you know, Nian Qirao's poem just now is indeed a very good poem.

Nian Qirao said with a pale face: "Since this is the case, then ask Gongzi Xie for advice." ”

Xie Xing opened the paper fan with a 'snap' again, which made the people around him secretly envious, having a 'flicker' in his hand is indeed much better than empty-handed, and when the time comes, I have to ask where Xie Xing's 'flicker' was bought.

Just as everyone was looking at the 'flickering' in Xie Xing's hand, Xie Xing opened his mouth and said: "Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white clouds, the north wind blows geese and snow. Don't worry about the road ahead, no one in the world knows you. ”

After Xie Xing finished chanting, he fell silent on the spot. A poem about farewell in the snow, the front is still describing the scenery in the snow, but the last sentence is completely open-minded.

It took a long time for the long-lasting applause to come, and Nian Qirao stood even more stunned on the spot. He didn't expect Xie Xing to make such a good poem, a few grades higher than the obvious one he had just now, and he actually forgot to say anything for a while.

"Xue Yao, what's wrong with you?" Xuan Xuan looked at Tang Xue Yao and seemed a little stunned, and hurriedly asked.

"Xuanxuan, I think I found it, the poem that the master said can break through the artistic conception is this one, 'Don't worry about the road ahead without knowing yourself, no one in the world knows you. To be able to write such a sentence is a genius, no, genius, no, I can't describe it. Tang Xueyao was still muttering to herself.

Nian Qirao was annoyed and angry, and said in a loud voice: "This is what you came up with last night, you must have thought about it all night because the song you signed up for yesterday was too bad, so you thought about it all night, maybe you still asked someone to help." If you have the ability, you can make another song. ”

He only remembered his own poem yesterday after thinking about it all night, and now of course he thinks so about Xie Xing.

The people around him were dumbfounded, ask someone to do it on their behalf, and someone should be able to make this kind of poem, if there is such a person, then it is not something that can be invited, that is, this Xie Xing himself thought about it last night and remembered it, and he is also a genius, after all, this kind of good poetry is not to say that it is great to think about it for one night, but to think about it for ten nights.

Xie Xing smiled coldly and said: "If you want to hear it, it's very simple, you can listen to it, the first song: Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of paths and people disappear." Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow. The second song: There are a few plums in the corner, and Ling Han opens it alone. I know that it is not snow, only dark incense.

The third song: Mei Xue did not refuse to descend in the spring, and scratched people to put aside the pen fee to comment on the chapter. The plum and snow are three points white, but the snow loses the plum and a piece of fragrance. The fourth song: The north wind swept the white grass and folded, and the snow flew in August. Suddenly, like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloom. I have a lot of them, and I'm too lazy to memorize them. ”

No one could hear it, Xie Xing said that he was memorizing, not doing.

Silence, not only was the scene extremely silent at this time, but Xue Yao and Xuanxuan upstairs were even more stunned on the spot, and even the three contemporary Confucians who had just walked in, Li Huasheng, Xu Jiuxing, and Han Yun, were also stunned by this classic poem. Where is this genius, how can a genius be compared to this Xie Xing?

After a long time, there was warm applause, Xie Xing put away the paper fan with a bag, hugged his fists, and said in his heart that a hundred silver coins should be in hand.

Nian Qirao suddenly shouted hysterically: "You did all this last night, what's so strange, you have the ability to write poems with the wind, and you use the rain to make poems......"

This year, Qi Rao has been being praised respectfully, and now he is beaten in the place he is best at, and he really can't accept it. Nian Qirao's words, not only the talented people present began to frown when they heard this, but even Tang Xueyao and Xuanxuan also began to frown. All the people present were even more shocked by Xie Xing.

Xie Xing laughed and said, "Since that's the case, you can listen to it:" Wind: Jasper is made up of a tree high, and ten thousand green silk ribbons hang down. I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors. Rain: During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. By asking where the restaurant is, the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. ”

Xie Xing chanted casually, which stunned everyone present, what kind of person is this, the poems made at random are actually the first classics, and they have an aftertaste.

Nian Qirao's face was pale, even if he was a fool, he knew that he was too far away from the Xie Gongzi in a western denim suit in front of him. He didn't say a word, turned around and left.

Of course Xie Xing wouldn't let him go like this, he memorized so many poems, the purpose was for the hundred silver coins, and he didn't even pay the silver, how could he let this person go, this is not his Xie Xing's style.

"I admit defeat, what do you want?" asked Nian Qirao as he stared at Xie Xing with a gray face.

"It's not good, you still owe me a hundred silver coins, it's not too late to pay for it. Xie Xing thought to himself, it is not a good habit to repay debts.

"You ......" Nian Qirao didn't expect that someone would really ask him for a mere hundred silver coins, isn't this an insult to him. How did he know that Xie Xing was waiting for the rice to be cooked.

"Here you go, get out of the way...... Nian Qirao took out a piece of yellow, orange and orange gold coin and threw it into Xie Xing's hand, turned around and left, Xie Xing saw how it was.

Ding Qiu seemed to see that something was wrong, and hurriedly pulled Xie Xing and whispered: "Brother Xing, this is a gold coin, and one piece is a hundred silver coins." ”

When Xie Xing heard this, he hurriedly loosened Nian Qirao's clothes, and said in his heart that it was so dangerous, if it weren't for Ding Qiu saying that a gold coin is a hundred silver coins, he would be making a fool of himself again today.

The three Confucians who came to participate in the judging looked at each other, they didn't expect that there would be such a genius in Xizhou Chen, and the export was a chapter, and it was the first wonderful.

"Brother Watson, where are you going?" Xu Jiuxing saw that Li Huasheng was about to walk towards Xie Xing, and hurriedly grabbed him.

"I can't help it, I'm going to meet this genius, it's really a hundred-year-old, no, a thousand-year-old one. Li Huasheng's face was longing.

Seeing this, another old man smiled and said, "Li Huasheng, Li Huasheng, I see that you are eager to accept this Xie Xing as a disciple." But your poetry doesn't seem to be as good as this young man's, this time it's fun, and it seems that Brother Jiuxing's grandson will be difficult to win again.

I suggest that we pretend not to know now, and this Xie Xing will definitely rush into the top ten later, and at this time we can also see what he performs in the middle. What do you two think?"

"Okay, okay, just listen to Han Yun, this old guy. Li Huasheng suppressed his desire to see Xie Xing immediately.

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