Lintian began to write poems, and with his movements, the audience fell silent again.

I have lived in Lintian for seventeen years, and in these seventeen years, I have not actually read any books, and I have not received any teachings from Mr. Teach before going to Cangzhou.

Therefore, at this moment, he can only rely on the memory of his past life in his mind to extract a poem that best fits the artistic conception of the qin song.

The meaning of the music and the state of mind of the player, Lintian thinks that he has fully understood, although there is a trace of flaw in it, but Lintian does not understand what it is.

But he didn't have time to think about it anymore, so he had to try his luck.

Lintian's face was calm, and he wrote stroke by stroke, and quickly finished the first sentence, but unlike Wen Yong before, he didn't have any luck fluctuations from the beginning of writing to the present.

Lintian's own luck in the sea is almost exhausted, not to mention whether he will use the power of this luck, just look at how much luck he has, I'm afraid it is not enough to inject a full poem.

In the gauze tent, Miss Feng'er looked at Lintian calmly, and she couldn't see any emotion in her eyes, she just watched.

She still has some doubts about Uncle Tsing Yi's words, not that she doesn't believe it, but she has a lot of incomprehension. She hadn't seen Lintian before, so she was just curious.

But now, at this moment, she saw Lintian, and with her ability and realm, there were things she could see more clearly.

So now, her question arises.

Why is he, a seventeen-year-old Xiucai who has just become a scholar? A poor man whose luck has dried up? Is that poem really written by him? Or maybe...... Could Uncle Shi be mistaken?

A lot of questions swirled in Miss Feng'er's heart, she didn't look down on Lintian. It's not disgust with the new life.

She just objectively made an equivalent measure of herself and the bosom friend she was looking for, so. No matter from any point of view, this young and somewhat ordinary Qing Xiu boy in the audience is not the best candidate for himself.

Miss Feng'er's heart was a little shaken at the moment, and she was wondering if she wanted to end this Wenbi. She felt that after all, she was a person that Uncle Shi was optimistic about, and if Wenbi lost confidence because of this time, then the way forward. The mood level should have an effect, and he already looks like he has no future.

Although I don't know him, Uncle Shi is very good to him on weekdays, so he should help him.

Miss Feng'er is in the gauze tent. Thinking about it seriously......

Everyone is watching the sky like a play. Although no one spoke, if you feel it in the audience, you will know that these eyes are much sharper than the sarcasm of speech.

Not everyone can withstand this kind of wordless and sharp gaze, under this kind of pressure, it is easy to make people's psychological collapse.

Tuofei is not the object of people's attention, he is just standing on the side of the sky, and he is almost on the verge of collapse. It is conceivable what kind of psychological pressure Lintian will be at this time.

Tuofei looked at Lintian with some concern. At this moment, his heart was full of anger, and he had already thought that no matter what, when he went back, he must sue his father and vent his anger.

At this time, half of the poem was finally written, but the speed was a little slow, but with the end of the first half of the poem, there was finally a fluctuation of luck.

A faint scent of ink rose, but it was very rare, and his body only fluctuated slightly.

This luck is not Lintian's own luck, but the poems have resonated with the rules of heaven and earth, so this luck is natural luck, and it is not mixed with the traction of its own luck at all.

But just a trace, just a trace, no more.

This is somewhat similar to the scene when he was in Xiucai's exam, Lintian's poetry is not bad, he knows that this is written by a famous poet in his memory in his previous life, and it is very popular.

Such a poem here, even if it is not as generous and righteous as the national fortune poem, it can still be easily done to become a good famous poem.

But for some reason, since the time of the Xiucai exam, any good poems in their hands have no luck gathering. If you say that your luck is exhausted, but this poem will always resonate with heaven and earth, then where does the natural luck between heaven and earth go?

This is exactly what Lin Tian was worried about, he didn't know why, the luck around him was completely gone, it was like a cover, shining on his body, isolating his luck from the natural luck of those heavens and earth.

When Xiucai took the exam, he didn't figure out what was going on, so he used the tactics of the sea of poetry and happened to write a poem "Crossing the Zero Ding Yang", which also suited his own heart, so the poem became a town and a country, which is a poem of national fortune.

And at that time, there was a national fortune real dragon in the sky, so that poem attracted the luck of the national fortune true dragon, and it was successful.

However, this moment is different, what Lintian wrote is more inclined to the meaning of the qin song, and he can't use the poetry tactic again, right?

Looking at the first half of the poem, which did not improve at all, Lintian frowned and fell into deep thought......

Wen Yong looked at Lintian's distressed expression, not to mention how happy he was, at this time his heart was completely relaxed, so that he also truly confirmed what Wen Houde said to the third son of their Wen family some time ago.

This matter is also the biggest secret of the Wen family, that is, the suppression of the ancestral tomb of Lintian, which specially invited Daxuan's 'Elder Ye Family' to help, although he didn't know why he had to press the ancestral tomb of the Lintian family, but he was sure.

All the feng shui fortunes and luck talents in Lintian have really been sealed. Not only did he not have his own luck, but due to the problems of feng shui and fortune, he had no connection with the natural luck of heaven and earth, and he was all blocked out of the clouds.

Just as the old man surnamed Ye said during the Xiucai exam at that time, I am afraid that in the future, except with the help of 'national luck', it will be impossible to attract any power of luck, unless the altar of the ancestral tomb of the Wen family is broken, there is no other way.

That is to say, in the future, if you want to use poetry to promote the realm of literature or improve your luck, you must have every poem at the level of national fortune poems!

If anyone can know this, they will be dumbfounded, or they may laugh secretly, because it is almost impossible, it is more difficult than ascending to the sky, since ancient times, no matter how powerful the saints, no one can compose every poem that resonates with the fortune of the country.

Lin Tian didn't know such a thing, although the luck caused was very small, but he didn't have any other thoughts to think about it, and he was not ready to compete with Wen Yong for the level of poetry.

His original idea was that if the poems could be recognized by the women in the yarn tent and become bosom friends, then even ordinary poems without luck would be considered to have won.

So Lintian is still ready to bite the bullet and finish the second half of the poem. Although even he himself is not sure at this moment, whether his poem, which may not even reach the luck of a famous poem, will be accepted by the woman in the veil tent.

However, just as Lintian was about to start writing again, a voice reached his ears...... (To be continued.) )