Racing is the grandest sports competition in the summer, often at the end of the line of a bamboo pole, wrapped in brocade and hanging colors, bright and dazzling, called "championship" or "color standard".

The ferry race is won by the first to win the championship, and the victory is called the victory.

It is also recorded in the "Book of the Great Xia People": "Order No. 1, thunder and drums fly, thousands of miles move, ten thousand people call, lightning flows in the wings, feathers gather in the present, the viewer stands on the mountain, and the yin helps the fighting spirit...... Unveil the rod to win, raise the flag and spin. Looking at its fierce atmosphere, the momentum of Tengling, the mountains can be broken, and the blue sky can be climbed! ”

But this race is obviously very different from the normal race, this time it is actually a poetry to produce talent to propel the boat.

When everyone came to each other's boats, Jiang Han found that the boat was extremely small, it could only accommodate two people at most, and the four treasures of the study room were placed at the bow of the boat, which could be used by the passengers to write poems.

The examiner of Xuehai said loudly: "The Xuehai Race begins, and the one who arrives at the Dinghai ruler first wins!" Begin! ”

As the examiner's voice fell, Kong Yuanji was the first to pick up the brush and write a poem on the paper: "The south is mostly in the Qu Ping Temple." The flute drum is full of flowing water, and the wind and smoke draw flags. ”

As the last sentence was written, a talent slowly rose on the paper, reaching more than seven inches.

Kong Yuanji's boat also moved forward under the impetus of talent, and it went a lot in a moment.

Seeing that Kong Yuanji took the lead in driving the boat away, the others were not to be outdone.

Wen Ming hurriedly raised his pen and wrote a five-character quatrain: "*****, *****." *****，*****。 ”

After writing, the talent on the paper rose more than six inches, and the second ship moved forward.

After Wen Ming's ship sailed forward, the poem of Yishan was finished, and the paper was rising, and the ship was about to sail out.

Yan Qing and Yu Mou followed closely behind to write poems.

"I see, you don't have to be a poem about a boat, as long as it has something to do with the boat and the race, you can urge the boat." Jiang Han suddenly picked up the pen and wrote a poem about the crossing.

"The Yuanjiang River flows on the embankment in May, and the people of Yi will float the boat. Lingjun has been singing for what year, and the lamentation has vibrated from now on. Yang Huan struck the thunder of Khotan, and the turbulent current roared in unison. ”

After writing, the talent on the paper directly rose by one foot two, which has completely surpassed the poems written by Kong Yuanji and others.

The next moment, his boat flew forward, and in a moment he caught up with Yan Qing, Yu Mou, and then caught up with Yishan, Wen Ming, and gradually caught up with Kong Yuanji's boat.

Kong Yuanji turned his head and saw that Jiang Han's boat had caught up, and the speed was far faster than his own boat, and the talent on the boat had risen to one foot two.

He was shocked, but not too surprised.

Jiang Han's poetry is full of talent, "Daxia Shikui" is not called in vain, and it is not difficult to make poems with one foot and two talents.

Kong Yuanji hurriedly thought about it, and picked up the brush to write the second poem of the race.

"In November, the wind and waves are calm, and the sea is competing for the ...... boat"

His second poem is full of talent, and it has even reached one foot two, and with the seven inches of the first poem, the talent on the ship has reached one foot nine.

With the help of the new poem, the speed of the ship suddenly increased, and it directly distanced itself from Jiang Han's ship.

"I see, the talent of poetry in the sea race can be superimposed, even if each poem can only show a few inches of talent, but if you can write hundreds of poems at once, you can also urge the boat to move forward quickly." Jiang Han said secretly in his heart, he looked at the sea in front of him, and could see from a distance that there was a ruler faintly on the sea, which was tied to a championship.

That's the terminus.

At this time, Wen Ming, Yishan and Yu Mou made another poem one after another.

Wen Ming's talent on the boat reached one foot seven, and the talent on the Yishan boat reached one foot four, and Yu Mou's second poem was extremely good, and his talent actually rose to one foot nine.

Soon his boat surpassed Wen Ming, Yishan, and Jiang Han, ranking second.

Everyone in the Confucian Temple watched the six boats race across the river, and they couldn't take their eyes off it.

Learning to race the sea can only move the boat with the first written poem, so you have to rack your brains to think about the poem about the race, and the difficulty can be imagined.

"Why didn't Jiang Han write the second race poem soon? He's going to be last! King Yue said anxiously.

Jiang Han had already caught up with Wen Ming, but he didn't expect that in a blink of an eye, everyone else made a second poem, and the ships all surpassed Jiang Han's fifth boat.

Yu Yunqi said: "Writing poetry is not something that can be done in a hurry, and although learning to race the sea is related to the number of poems, the quality of poems is good enough to help the speed of the ship speed up...... Behold, he is writing poetry again! ”

I saw Jiang Han raise it and ponder for a while, and then put pen to paper.

"The evil wind blocked the ship in the middle of the night, and I wanted to keep people as a victory. Thousands of miles with the family to watch the race, the new rise in the five lakes is sticky.

The waves of the mountains are like snow, and the drunken killer is overjoyed. It's better to stay than to go, where is my Cao not happy. ”

After he wrote this poem of seven laws, the talent on the boat instantly surged, directly rising to two feet seven, and his ship also moved forward at a very fast speed, and soon caught up with the ships of Wen Ming and others, and surpassed Kong Yuanji.

The talent that rose so rapidly made everyone in the Confucian Temple couldn't help but be surprised.

"Good poetry! Turning over the waves and mountains like snow, this sentence is wonderfully written! ”

"Jiang Han's ship is in first place."

Ning Yue stared at the picture on the prism, her fingers clenched slightly, with Jiang Han's poetic talent, she was not inferior to Kong Yuanji, Wen Ming and others, and even far superior to them.

If even the head of Xuehai is taken, it will be the double leader of the holy ruins.

He will also be famous in Great Xia and the whole world......

In the sea of learning, Kong Yuanji looked at Jiang Han's ship in front of him, and frowned slightly, this Jiang Han is really a big rival, if you want to win him, you have to do your best to do it.

He pondered the third poem.

Soon, he raised his pen and wrote a third song.

This poem directly made his ship's talent reach three feet seven, surpassing Jiang Han again and ranking first.

Immediately following Wen Ming, Yishan and others made a third poem.

Wen Ming's ship is three feet one, Yishan is three feet, Yan Qing is two feet seven, Yu Mou's third poem failed, and his talent only reached two feet four.

After a race, Jiang Han and Yan Qing went side by side, lagging behind Kong Yuanji, Wen Ming, and Yishan's boats.

And Kong Yuanji's boat went the fastest, seeing that it had already completed a third of the way.

"The later you go, the more difficult it is to write good poems, because people's brain power will slowly run out, and when their brain power is exhausted, the talent for writing poems will become less and less." Jiang Han waved his pen again unhurriedly and wrote a poem again.

"The drums and cymbals are excited, and the two dragons are trending on the blue glass. Overturned Feng Yiguo with a bang, and Doctor Chu was desolate for a thousand years. The silver bowl is boastful, and the embroidered arms shine on the rivers and lakes. The three-year Dragon Boat Festival is really empty, and the spectacle is the first time to meet the comforting Dao Tu. ”

This time, the talent on the ship actually reached more than four feet.

Wen Ming looked at Jiang Han and quickly surpassed him, and his heart was filled with anger: he has written three poems, but his talent is nearly a foot more than mine, this person's poetry talent is so outstanding, how can I win him?

Suddenly, Wen Ming came to mind.