Mr. Youya set the location of the poetry fighting meeting in the highest building of Qingyang College, Wuya Building.

Xie Xun looked up at the plaque of the boundless building, and sighed softly, "There is a road for the road in the book mountain, and there is no end to the hard work of learning the sea." ”

"What a hard job!"

Inside the building, an old man with gray hair stroked his hands and praised it.

The old man was dressed in a white Confucian robe, and he actually wore the feeling of being out of the world and being a superior person in the world.

Xie Xun bowed, "I've seen Mr. Youya." "Not humble or arrogant, respectful but not flattering.

Mr. Youya nodded, "He is worthy of being the new number one talent." ”

The students who came immediately whispered.

"Why did the gentleman boast about this as soon as they met?"

"Stinky and stinky, very good at pretending!"

"Pretend? However, when you see the word boundless, you can chant the good sentence that the book mountain has a diligent path and learns the endless hard work of the sea, this is all pretending, you people who are rich and rich, also give me a look! ”

A clear voice was mixed with anger and shouted.

The students couldn't help blushing, but they were unwilling to be disgraced like this, and looked at the past angrily.

"Who are you who dare to make a mistake here?"

"She is the scholar of this world."

Demon Moon came specifically to participate in the poetry fight, and she made preparations early, taking off her women's clothes before getting off the bus, and dressed up as a scholar. She has learned the art of disguise, and even her voice is vivid, standing there, living like a delicate and ignorant scholar. So that these students who have been detained and studied hard all day long can't bear to be harshly criticized.

Xie Xun even heard some students grunting and swallowing saliva.

Hey, goblins are goblins, even if they are dressed as men, they can still seduce people. Maybe after today, there will be a few Longyang Jun among the students of Qingyang Academy!

Xie Xun reprimanded reproachfully, "Master speaks, where is your part to interject, don't come over quickly!" ”

The demon moon demon coquettishly agreed, ran over, Xie Xun tapped her head three times with a folding fan, "Talk nonsense again, see that this son will not punish you." ”

Demon Moon covered her forehead exaggeratedly, biting her lower lip with her teeth, and seemed to still be angry, "Who let those people slander the prince of the world!" Obviously, they walked around this building every day, but they couldn't write a decent verse, and they dared to slander the world, they didn't know what to do! ”

It was obviously a whisper, but the words were extremely clear, enough for everyone present to hear clearly.

"Say!" Xie Xun pretended to glare at Demon Yue angrily, and turned to Mr. Youya, "It's because the discipline of this son is not strict, Mr. is not strange." ”

Mr. Youya nodded, "It's okay, what this boy said is also reasonable." ”

On weekdays, all the students go in and out of the boundless building, but no one can come up with such a good sentence. In such a comparison, the students of Qingyang College are indeed inferior.

The students suddenly turned white, and they became even more energetic, wanting to compete with Xie Xun in poetry.

The top floor of the boundless building, about 100 feet high, wide and windy, stands on the railing, and people seem to float away with the wind.

Xie Xun shook his fan again and sighed, "The sun is at the end of the mountain, and the Yellow River flows into the sea." ”

There was a sound of footsteps behind him.

"If you want to be poor, go to the next level."

Everything was quiet, and the students even held their breath, but their hearts were surging.

Damn, it's just a matter of climbing hundreds of steps and getting another masterpiece!

Mr. Youya applauded again, "Xie Shizi is really a good poet!" ”

Now, he really believes that the Xie family, the son of the world, can really take seven steps, not four steps to become a poem!

Sandwiched among a cadre of students, a slender figure also looked sideways slightly.

Xie Xun pretended to bow humbly, "See you." Since the poetry mode was turned on at the Hundred Flowers Banquet, I have been a little unstoppable, and I feel it from time to time. ”

The students turned pale in an instant.

Listening to Xie Daxuan's words, it seems that he only began to compose poems at the Hundred Flowers Banquet, and then he wrote one masterpiece after another.

Is Xie Dajun implying that he himself is a genius?

We don't believe it!

"The prince is mighty!" The demon moon blew up her master, and shouted in a coquettish voice, "One more song!" ”

"One more song~" Xie Xun held the jade fracture fan in his hand, gently knocked on the solid wood railing, looked into the distance, and was silent for a while, then said, "Yes"

Another poem?

Qingyang Academy, whether it was a student or a master, was stunned.

We don't believe it!

"The rain is murmuring outside the curtain, and the spring is beautiful. Luo Ji is not tolerant of the five colds. ”

It's ordinary, it's not neat!

Some students commented disdainfully in their hearts.

Xie Xun continued to chant unaffected.

"I don't know that I am a guest in my dream, and I am greedy for joy for a while."

Huh, seems interesting?

The crowd tilted their heads to listen.

"Alone without the railing, infinite rivers and mountains, sometimes easy to see and sometimes difficult. Flowing water and flowers go in spring, heaven and earth. ”

The audience was silent again, and everyone was savoring this untidy poem.

"Could this be a word coined by Xie Shizi?" Mr. Youya was the first to speak.

Xie Xun bowed humbly, "Exactly the word." It was raining outside the curtain last night, and now I am climbing a tall building, and I see the rain and fog in the distance, and I suddenly feel it. ”

"I don't know that I am a guest in my dream, and I am greedy for joy for a while" Mr. Youya savored these sentences on the tip ......of his tongue, and he was a little melancholy.

After a long while, Mr. Youya spoke, "I heard that Xie Shizi's words all have a source, I don't know where this word comes from?" ”

"The name of this word is from the feeling of the southern folk tune."

After that, Xie Xun gently hummed the minor tune, and the man's clear and low voice hummed out, soaking people's hearts, but bringing out a desolate and sad tone, which is exactly in line with the words of the song "The Rain Murmurs Outside the Curtain".

By the end of the song, Mr. Ariya couldn't help but harmonize.

The song stopped for a long time, and the scene was still silent.

"The old man admits defeat."

Mr. Youya's words rolled down like thunder.

Xie Xun was a little stunned.

Throw in the towel so quickly?

He hasn't written a single poem!

Mr. Youya gave his hand to Xie Xun, "Xie Shizi set a precedent, broke the shackles of poetry and quatrains, and created a new genre. Throw in the towel. ”

Mr. Youya blinded the eyes of everyone in Qingyang Academy.

This time, Xie Xun is already intersecting as a peer!

Who is Mr. Ariya?

Yun Dynasty famous Confucian, the mountain chief of Qingyang Academy, poetry and demons~

The cadres of Qingyang Academy and others all wondered if they were dreaming. I didn't want to believe it, but I felt that what the mountain chief said was right.

Quatrains and poems have been around for hundreds of years, but no one has ever thought of breaking this genre and bringing forth the new. It's just a gentleman who did it, no, where is this gentleman, it's a rare talent in a hundred years!

Xie Xun opened the folding fan and covered the corners of his mouth that couldn't help but rise.

It really surprised him, and he thought there would be a vicious fight, so he chanted three poems in a row to put pressure on the other party first. However, a poem by Li Yu made the mountain chief of Qingyang Academy take the initiative to admit defeat!

"Yes, the gentleman is humble." Xie Xun pretended to return the salute, and when it was over, he turned to the people of Qingyang Academy, who had become a goose.

"I don't know if there is a brother who wants to learn from this son?"

Only then did everyone react, but they all shrunk their necks.

The mountain chief has admitted defeat, they are little shrimps, go up, don't they hand their faces to people and beat them?

"There are still doubts below!"

In the crowd, one person raised his hand.

Everyone turned their heads one after another, and then they all took a breath, and some of the students' eyes lit up......