The word "rest assured" is exactly what Long Jingxiu said and Xu Yi listened to.

In a short period of time, she had already thought of a two-way strategy in her mind.

First, the strategy of civilization. Jiuhuang didn't know who would be the judge, she was at her discretion, anyway, it was her question, of course, she was judged.

Second, brutal tactics. I can't do anything, I directly robbed Xu Yi and left.

Anyway, everything in front of her is just a lively event for her, and there is no need to let the beauty be damaged.

Xu Yi naturally didn't expect that Lord Long had taken great pains for himself, so he only smiled and nodded, and soon, Lord Long's question was solved, and the audience was in an uproar.

Jiuhuang was dumbfounded, and Feng Jiu and Tu Min looked at each other.

"What is this called, Qiujiang Snow Night, this is also called a question, this stall, does Lord Long think he can pass it with a joke?"

After staying for more than ten breaths, Jiuhuang suddenly woke up and shouted loudly.

The title embroidered by Long Jing is "Autumn River Snowy Night", a masterpiece under the name of Yujizi.

Long Jingxiu said with a smile, "Why did the predecessor Yujizi do it, but you can't do it?" That's the topic, Xu Yi, you're okay, right?"

She also didn't think that Xu Yi had a chance to beat Jiuhuang in the way of poetry, after all, the objective laws formed by common sense are extremely difficult to change.

Since Xu Yi had little chance of winning, Long Jingxiu naturally chose to go sideways.

A "Snowy Night in the Autumn River", Jade Jizi took this as the title and made the next famous article, which will be passed on to future generations, as if the bright moon is in front, how can the younger generations compete for glory.

Long Jingxiu is still titled "Autumn River Snowy Night", no matter how rich Jiuhuang is in poetry, it is inevitable that he will be in turmoil.

"Since you want Long to be the topic, Long has already come up with the topic, you are entitled to the poem, why bother to say more, if you can't do it, just stand aside. ”

Long Jingxiu said with a smile.

Tu Min said, "Lord Long's words are reasonable, why should the ninth brother be hypocritical, the poetry of Yujizi's predecessors is famous all over the world, and the ninth brother still wants to win?"

Jiuhuang suddenly realized that he had a heart disorder in "Autumn River Snowy Night" before.

It is inevitable that everyone wants to be a blockbuster, even if they can't be a blockbuster, no one wants to be a laughing stock.

Therefore, Jiuhuang only heard the title and complained, but he also secretly tried to make some words and sentences, but he couldn't help but quietly compare with Yujizi's masterpiece, but the more he compared, the more upset he became, and he couldn't write it.

At this moment, Tu Min shouted loudly, and he suddenly realized that he didn't need to compare with Yujizi, he just needed to make a work that suited the situation, anyway, no one would compare himself with Yujizi.

A work that suits the situation, when it can easily crush Xu Yi.

Immediately, Jiuhuang emptied his distracting thoughts, concentrated his attention, and conceived the whole article.

Unexpectedly, he only had some ideas on his side, and Xu Yi on the side had already moved.

But I saw a snow-white spring pine paper, arranged in the air, Xu Yi drew in the air, and the ink characters of the bones and flesh were evenly stopped, and the horizontal tendons and bones were displayed in the center.

Feng Jiu smiled contemptuously, and then chanted the words on the paper, "The tide of the autumn river is even with the sea, the bright moon on the sea is born together, and the waves are thousands of miles, where is the autumn river without the moon......"

He didn't believe in the first-order demon at all, what kind of elegance could there be, but this guy understood Long Jingxiu's hints, messed around with some words, and just waited for Long Jingxiu to come and mess around in the end.

But before he could recite it, he felt that something was wrong.

Although he doesn't know anything about poetry, he still has the most basic ability to appreciate it.

It's just three and a half sentences and a half, and the weather is steep, not like an ordinary product, this, how is this possible.

He stared at Tu Min in surprise, as far as he knew, Tu Min was very obsessed with poetry and writing, if what this guy wrote had already come out, Tu Min would definitely know.

He turned to look at Tu Min, only to see Tu Min's eyes glazed, like a dead man.

He coughed heavily, and Tu Min came to his senses and glanced back at him, full of confusion.

Yes, Tu Min was completely stunned, Xu Yi's "Autumn River Snowy Night", he couldn't understand it at all.

I can't understand this, not because I can't read it, but because I can't guess it, and such a poem will appear in the world.

Such a poem, he didn't think that Xu Yi, a mere first-order demon, could create it.

But if it weren't for Xu Yi, who would be willing to give up the naming rights of such a masterpiece to others.

According to him, the reputation of poetry is highly valued by both humans and demons, and cultural exchanges have not been interrupted by ethnic groups and geographical barriers, especially poetry and articles.

As a well-educated person of the demon clan, Tu Min is familiar with the masterpieces of the two clans.

It seems that the "Autumn River Snowy Night" in front of me, placed in the essence of those famous articles, is also the existence of the whole article.

Because of this, he had no way to cooperate with Feng Jiu against his will.

At the moment when Feng Jiu and Tu Min looked at each other, Xu Yi had already stopped writing.

The words that Xu Yi fell on the paper were the "Spring River Flowers and Night Moon" that pressed the whole Tang Dynasty.

Of course, Xu Yi would not be so stupid as to copy the entire text without moving.

Jade Jizi's masterpiece, he has read it through, and it is also a scene and love, blending in the scene, and the style of the two works is similar.

It's just that one is a spring scene, and the other is an autumn scene.

It is worth mentioning that the snowy night in "Snowy Night in the Autumn River" is not a snowy night, but the place where Yujizi was composing, the snowy night plain.

Otherwise, on a snowy night, why would there be an autumn river.

Moreover, Xu Yi's literary literacy is now extremely high, even if he has made some changes to "Spring River Flowers and Night Moon", he has never cut off the narrative and lyrical structure of the original work.

In the eyes of Tu Min and others who saw this work for the first time, this work is simply natural.

"Lord Jiuhuang, it's almost time, it's time to put down the pen. ”

Xu Yichong Jiuhuang said with a smile.

Jiuhuang was stunned and motionless.

If he could, he really wanted to scold Xu Yi, "Do you kid want to revive Jade Jizi's anger?

At this moment, Jiuhuang Man said that he was confused by Xu Yi, and it was impossible for him to write it down.

Even if he conceived the psalm, he did not dare to put it down at all.

It's really this damn guy, and the poems he wrote are too good to be ashamed.

Even if Jade Jizi is resurrected, the original "Snowy Night in the Autumn River" must be put on fire.

What is full of paper smoke, what is called every word, this damn thief's article is.

Jiuhuang knew that he had lost, even if he made an article, even if Feng Jiu and Tu Min were present, there were many people on his side.

You can do things that have no conscience, and you can say things that have no conscience, but in the face of such poems, no matter how thick-faced and black-hearted you are, you can't reverse black and white.

Because this damn thief's "Autumn River Snowy Night" will definitely be passed down for centuries.

History is like a rafter, who has the courage to act as a disgusting harlequin in this scene destined to be recorded in the history of poetry.

After being stunned for a long time, Jiuhuang snorted coldly, "In front of such a masterpiece, what kind of face does a certain person write, it can be regarded as a loss." ”