"What is this?"

Qin Xiuman looked at the poems handed over by the students on the ninth floor.

"Spring Dawn?"

Xu Nian also stood aside, "I heard that this poem appeared on the county Wenchang tablet. ”

"Our college students wanted to prepare for the tide of competition for the fifth year of junior high school, but they were defeated on the Wenchang Monument."

Qin Xiuman shook his head, "What's more than the County Wenchang Monument?" The county Wenchang monuments in the following thirteen counties were also taken down by this poem. ”

"Twenty-three students from the academy made a move, and all of them were suppressed."

"But it's ...... Several of our students' poems have been on the list of literary saints. ”

"But on the Wensheng list, there is no trace of "Spring Dawn"."

Xu Nian was startled when he heard this, and hurriedly opened the Wen Holy List, "This ...... What's going on? ”

Qin Xiuman couldn't help but glance at the poems in his hand again, "This "Spring Dawn" has reached the level of a master of poetry in terms of the quality of poetry alone. ”

"Even if you can't make it to the top of the Wensheng list, it's enough to rank in the top ten."

"Under normal circumstances, it is impossible not to break into the Wensheng List."

Xu Nian's face changed, and after a moment of silence, he said,

"Either this person's reputation was not obvious before, and it still takes a certain amount of time to accumulate the prestige and culture in the early stage."

"Either this Meng Haoran didn't communicate with the literary holy list at all, and the poems naturally couldn't rush to the holy list."

Qin Xiuman put down the paper in his hand and looked at Xu Nian, "Which situation do you think is the most likely?" ”

Xu Nian's expression was a little serious, "Qin Zhanglou, do you feel that this Meng Haoran has a very familiar feeling?" ”

Qin Xiuman was slightly stunned, and then chuckled, "You think so too?" ”

"Not bad." Xu Nian nodded and said, "The same was true of Li Changan back then......

Qin Xiuman sighed, "But several virtuous men in the academy have already investigated, and that stinky boy's Wendao has indeed been abolished." ”

"Even if there are poems, they can't be transformed into literary and Taoist cultivation."

Xu Nian frowned, "Could it be that it's another Taibai?" ”

"Wait and see." Qin Xiuman said,

"There is a county of Wenchang monument as the foundation, no matter how famous it is, this afternoon, this song "Spring Dawn" will inevitably appear on the Wensheng list."

"If it still doesn't make the list by then, it means that this Meng Haoran didn't communicate with the Wensheng list."

The poetry masters of the other three branches also had similar speculations, and they all waited patiently.

But the students below don't have that patience.

"Let's find a few classmates who are ready to make a move in the tide of competition on the fifth day of the junior high school, and we must not let this unknown "Tianjingsha Qiusi" ride on our heads."

A few Wansong students who were unwilling to fail said, and then ran to find someone.

More and more Wansong students gathered in front of the Wenchang monument,

"As long as you can suppress this song "Tianjingsha Qiusi", this time you will definitely succeed in breaking into the holy list."

"Even the big names in the academy will look up to us."

"Anyang County is the Anyang County of our Wansong Academy, how can outsiders show off their power here?"

However, when a famous Wansong student took out his own housekeeping poems, he was desperate to find that the first place in the Wenchang Monument was still firmly occupied by "Tianjingsha Qiusi".

Their poems are like immeasurable drops of water, about to collide with the reef.

The reef stood still, but the droplets were shattered.

"How so!?" These Wansong students looked at each other.

At this time, someone came over again, "I found Senior Brother Wang, who has already rushed into the top twenty of the Wensheng List." ”

"With Senior Brother Wang coming out, this "Tianjingsha Qiusi" will inevitably be suppressed."

Senior Brother Wang approached the Wenchang Monument in front of the hug.

Although it has not yet reached the tide of competition on the fifth day of the first month, the top 20 on the Wensheng list, under normal circumstances, will inevitably have a place on the Wensheng list in February.

It is even possible to break into the top 50 in the end.

"As soon as Senior Brother Wang makes a move, he will definitely be able to take the first place in the Wenchang Monument."

"I haven't heard of any horses, and I don't know where I jumped out of the countryside."

Under the eager gaze of everyone, Senior Brother Wang was full of pride.

Being sought after by so many people, his heart reached unprecedented satisfaction.

The tone of writing is ink, and Senior Brother Wang wrote his poems on the Wenchang tablet.

But the next moment,

The eagerness of the four places froze abruptly.

The first place in Wenchang Monument is still "Tianjingsha Qiusi"!

"This ...... What's going on!? ”

A group of Wansong students looked at the Wenchang Monument, their faces full of defeat,

"The top thirty Senior Brother Wang on the Wensheng List have all failed?"

"Do you really want outsiders to occupy the Wenchang Monument in Anyang County?"

Some students sent the news back to the college.

Several poetry masters of the Wansong Branch were gathering together at this time.

"The students below can't help it." A master of poetry smiled and shook his head,

"The words and sentences of this song "Tianjingsha Qiusi" are concise to the point of outrageousness."

"Withered vines, old trees, faint crows, small bridges, flowing water, people, ancient roads, west winds, thin horses, and the last broken intestine man at the end of the world."

"It's all scenery, but it's all love."

"This wonderful way of using words is really rare."

"How can these little guys just hold it down?"

Another poetry master looked at the person beside him, "Why don't you try it out with Brother Cao?" ”

"Isn't Brother Cao going to break into the literary holy list in February?"

"That's right...... Brother Jin Yuan is also going to break into the literary holy list this month. ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone else looked at Cao Jinyuan.

Cao Jinyuan was a little hesitant, the small order of "Tianjingsha Qiusi" was really a little uncertain.

"Give it a try, no matter what, after the fifth day of junior high school, poetry will also appear on the list of literary saints."

Cao Jinyuan hesitated for a moment, but nodded.

Not long after, a student of the academy held Cao Jinyuan's poems and hurriedly rushed to the county Wenchang monument.

A quarter of an hour later,

The thousand-mile transmission note in Cao Jinyuan's hand trembled slightly.

"How?" The other masters of poetry and writing quickly looked over.

Rao is a master of poetry, and Cao Jinyuan couldn't help but be a little nervous, and picked up the note of Qianli Chuan.

The next moment, Cao Jinyuan's complexion suddenly became ugly.

The atmosphere of the crowd also froze instantly.

Master of Poetry and Literature, defeated!?

……

On the afternoon of the second day of junior high school,

Qin Xiuman once again launched the list of literary saints, but there was still no figure of "Spring Dawn".

"Sure enough......"

"This Meng Haoran really didn't communicate with Wen Shengbang!"

"What was he thinking!?"

Just when he was puzzled, Qin Xiuman took out the thousand-mile transmission note in his arms, and said in surprise,

"Master Lu? What kind of good day is today, Master Lu will even think of coming to me? ”

Lu Wenliang said with a smile, "Naturally, there is something good to say to Qin Zhanglou." ”

"Master Lu, let's talk about it." Qin Xiuman looked at the song "Spring Dawn" in front of him, "It just so happens that I also have good things here to enjoy with Master Lu." ”

"Then why don't you say it first?" Lu Wenliang said.

"Master Lu said first, Master Lu said first." Qin Xiu's smiling eyes narrowed into a slit.

Lu Wenliang chuckled, "I have a poem here, and I am willing to help the Dongyue Branch increase its knowledge." ”

"Coincidentally, I also have a poem here, which can teach you how to write poems in the Baixi Branch." Qin Xiuman raised his slender eyebrows.

"Oh?" Lu Wenliang's voice was a little surprised, but he was still smiling, his eyes were full of confidence, "Then I'll wait and see." ”

The two soon exchanged poems.

Qin Xiuman narrowed his eyes slightly, ""Xiao Chi"? ”

Lu Wenliang picked up the written poem, "Spring Dawn"? ”

After half a pillar of incense,

The two said almost at the same time,

"Where did you get this poem?"

"Where did your poems come from?"

"Why isn't it on the Wensheng list!?"

"Why can't I find it on the Wensheng List?"

Qin Xiuman looked at the two poems on the table, and his eyes gradually became a little solemn,

"What's going on?"

"One is written in spring, and the other is written in early summer......"

Lu Wenliang's somewhat startled voice came, "Qin Zhanglou, where did your poems come from?" ”

Qin Xiuman knocked on the table, "Master Lu's poem, is it copied from the Wenchang Tablet?" ”

"It seems that the same is true of Qin Zhanglou's poems." Lu Wenliang's back straightened instantly, and his expression was full of puzzlement, "What happened?" ”

"Two poetry masters appeared at once, but none of them were on the holy list, what did they think?"

"I suspect there are more than these two." Qin Xiuman said, "Ask the others again." ”

A quarter of an hour later,

Qin Xiuman's brows were fiercely pressed together.

In front of him, four poems are placed side by side.

"Spring, summer, autumn and winter are all ......"

"Every poem is a master!"

Meng Haoran ...... Yang Wanli...... Ma Zhiyuan...... ...... Yanagi Somoto"

"Who are they!?"

"Why don't you communicate with Wen Shengbang?"

"Can't, or don't want to? Or ...... Can't? ”

……

Just when the poetry masters of the four branches were overwhelmed by these four poems,

Li Changan saw the three of Feng Budo in the field.

"I've seen the Senator......"

Li Changan shook off the muddy water in his hands, "Has the case been found out?" ”

"Fortunately, I didn't lose my life!" Feng Budo, Zeng Shicai, Song Siren hugged his fist.

"Good." Li Changan took the file handed over by Feng Budo and opened it casually.

In the next moment, his eyes suddenly became extremely dangerous.

A fierce and cold killing intent quietly dispersed.