Putting the book down, Ning Bei looked at the barrage.

Yu Guang saw more than 1,200 online people in the upper left corner, and Rao is Ningbei also had some differences.

When did so many people come?

I have to say that he can have more than 1,000 popularity on the second day of the broadcast, which is already amazing.

There have been live broadcasts for several months, and none of the anchors have yet to be in Ningbeihuo.

But for Ning Beilai, these are just clouds of the past.

He will soon travel through the Tang Dynasty, and he may never see this live broadcast room again.

The audience in the live broadcast room is just his tool.

Seeing that everyone was still posting the barrage, Ning Bei immediately said: "Let's not send the barrage first, let the brother who has the book in his hand send it." ”

"Otherwise, I won't find him."

The barrage was much less instantaneous, and everyone was looking forward to Ning Bei being slapped in the face.

Isn't it the impossible crossing that is simply impossible to achieve, and how many people in the world can do it just by not forgetting it?

It is true that they can memorize for a short time, and they can remember the content as long as they read it once, but they can only remember one paragraph.

How can a book like this exist!

"What is the eighth poem?"

The barrage was sent quickly, Ning Bei closed his eyes, and then said without thinking:

Wang Wei's "Farewell", the mountains are send-off, and the sunset covers the firewood. The spring grass will be green next year, will the king and grandson return? ”

"That brother, is what the anchor said right?"

"Say it quickly, I'm going to slap the anchor in the face mercilessly!"

"Hey, the anchor is really right!"

"My good, is it possible that the anchor is really unforgettable? Is that the crossing also real? ”

"Don't worry, this poem is at the front, the anchor can remember that it may be Meng, that brother, you can say another one."

"Yes, yes, yes, let's take the anchor exam!"

The barrage soon came back again.

"Song Seventy-Four! Anchor, you say it!"

Ning Bei closed his eyes again and began to search for seventy-four poems.

The three hundred capital of Tang poems are in his mind, if he says the name, he can blurt it out directly, but he still has to find how many poems to say.

Seeing that Ning Bei didn't speak, a group of viewers who didn't think it was a big deal immediately said:

"I'll just say that the anchor can't do it, he was purely blinded just now!"

"It's like, how can anyone in the world remember it?"

At this moment, Ning Bei, who found the poem, said:

Liu Fangping's "Spring Resentment", the sunset of the screen window is getting dusk, and no one in the golden house sees tears. The lonely empty courtyard is late in spring, and the pear blossoms are all over the ground and do not open the door. ”

The barrage fell silent again, and everyone was waiting for the audience's answer.

"Shhh...... Although I don't want to admit it, the anchor is right again! ”

"By chance, it must have been a fortuitous event! Hurry up and take the anchor test again! Hurry up, hurry up! ”

"I don't believe the anchor really remembers!"

"Weakly ask, are we off topic? Isn't the anchor going to do crossing? My proposal is that if you want to be rich, build roads first! ”

“……”

Seeing that the barrage was arguing, Ning Bei also took a break to read his poems.

He didn't have much time left for poetry, and he didn't want to pretend unless he was forced to do so.

It's cool to pretend, but it's not good if you accidentally anger those gentlemen.

The ancient class system was a source of despair.

If he crosses into a civilian, he still has to be careful in everything.

Therefore, you can memorize poems, but you can't take them too seriously.

At this moment, Qin Yangyue, who had already finished reading the book, walked over.

Looking at the Song Ci in Ning Bei's hand, she said with great surprise:

"Brother Bei, you also read poetry? I just signed up for a poetry contest, and the contest is about to start, do you want to come with me? ”

Ning Bei was just about to refuse, after all, he really didn't have that much time now.

In a month's time, he's going to be PUBG!

But the comments on the barrage made Ning Bei change his mind.

"Anchor, you go to the competition, I will definitely give you a gift!"

"As long as the anchor can win the championship of the poetry competition, the popularity of the live broadcast room will definitely be more! Anchor, you made the live broadcast room so different, isn't it just for the sake of fire? ”

"Indeed,"

"Anchor, just go, don't you forget? I want to see if you can win the championship as an unforgettable hanger! ”

“……”

At the request of a group of spectators, Ning Bei just shrugged his shoulders and said to Qin Yangyue, "Let's go." ”

No one is disgusted with money.

Even if Ningbei traveled to the Tang Dynasty, it was also rushing to seek wealth.

He now has a deposit of tens of thousands of yuan, and everyone is willing to give him gifts, and he is happy!

As for crossing in a month, the money in this world can't be spent, so why don't you just exchange it for gold and take it away?

He can take away items weighing no more than one kilogram.

And a kilogram of gold must have twenty taels!

This gold was not a small amount in the Tang Dynasty.

However, to buy this gold, you have to spend 400,000!

What's more, what Ning Bei values is really not money, he just wants to make the live broadcast room more popular.

There is a lot of power in numbers, so if you ask them questions in the future, the audience will answer more completely.

In other words, if he really won the title of poetry champion, can he attract a few professors to his live broadcast room?

Preferably a professor of history!

That's a real professional match!

The two came to the scene of the poetry competition.

This is a comprehensive veteran show, and it has always been very popular!

In addition, Chinese culture has been promoted recently, and the scene is already crowded.

There are ten contestants who participated, plus Ningbei, who participated temporarily, there are a total of eleven.

In a big competition like this, unless it's a bit of real effort, no one will come up and lose face.

Qin Yangyue is a frequent guest on this variety show, and she can get good results every time.

It was also under Qin Yangyue's guarantee that Ningbei was able to participate in the competition smoothly.

The program adopts an elimination system, and those who can't answer in ten seconds will be eliminated, and then let the next contestant answer.

Everyone has three chances to be resurrected.

This can also make the show fair and just.

The program started soon, and the theme of this poetry contest is that the word flower must be in the poem.

Looking at the title, Ningbei's live broadcast room exploded instantly.

"Verses have to be scribbled? There are a lot of feelings, but I can't remember any of them. ”

"It's over, and all the knowledge from elementary school to university is returned to the teacher! Can they give me a refund of my tuition? ”

"I think of a few, but I won't say it! Hey, just play! ”

"I hope the anchor will be eliminated in the first round!"

"Look at you, are you talking in human terms? I hope the anchor will be the first to be eliminated! ”

“……”

Unfortunately, things don't go as planned.

Whenever it was Ningbei's turn, he could say the verses with flowery characters with great accuracy.

It's amazingly fast.

Soon, Ning Bei and another middle-aged man were left on the field.

Qin Yangyue had just been eliminated, but she was not frustrated at all.

She looked at Ning Bei in amazement.

This is the North brother I know? When was his poetry so good?

"The pear blossom courtyard dissolves the moon, and the catkins pond has a faint wind."

"In May, Linping Mountain is down the road, and there are countless lotus flowers in Mantingzhou."

"Huilan has hateful branches, and the peach and plum are wordless and the flowers are red."

……

After some fighting, Ning Bei's tone was still as fast as ever, while the other party's brows were furrowed, and fine sweat appeared on his face.

In the previous encounters, he has been eliminated twice because he couldn't answer, and if he is eliminated again this time, then the winner is Ningbei.

Stammering, he uttered the last verse he could think of.

"Chaos...... Messily crushed red mountain apricot hair, tiling new green water...... Water apple. ”

In this regard, Ning Bei just chuckled and said:

"When autumn comes, September 8, I will kill a hundred flowers after they bloom."

Lao Tzu sorted all the poems with flowers in his mind, and now he can still say twenty or thirty different poems, what are you fighting with me?

The man raised his hand helplessly.

"I throw in the towel."

The audience was in an uproar.