Lintian didn't know what everyone was thinking, at this moment, he was holding the pen with ink, doing it very seriously and carefully.

In fact, sometimes, Lintian doesn't know very well what kind of person he is, usually he looks casual and peaceful, boring, but sometimes, he is very strong and persistent.

Like now.

He was a little skeptical about such a thing as fate, and he seemed to have some disbelief that people were inherently arranged by others. Even Heaven does not have any rights.

Therefore, since he had memories of his past life, after he woke up, he thought that one day he could really be 'casual and peaceful', and he was really bored.

In this day and age, even if a saint has doubts about the Divine, it is impossible for him to dare to show his true thoughts on the surface, because the Divines will really see it.

Lintian sometimes behaves relatively conservatively because of self-preservation, but when he really has to make a choice, he is still a little stubborn and willful.

He never believed that this was the arrangement of fate, even if God wanted him to meet an opponent like Wen Yong who made a poem about national fortune after becoming a Wen Xiu.

But in the end, he still made a willful and stubborn decision to write a poem for the last piano piece!

There is a faint fire in his heart, he wants to fight against the world, he wants to fight against fate!

After making the final decision, the corners of Lintian's mouth raised slightly, and he exhaled slowly, with a sense of relief, his gaze became firm, and there was a spirit.

Then he lifted the pen and closed his eyes again.

This change, everyone saw it, and they were a little puzzled. Even more impatient. They feel that they are just stalling for time.

"What is he doing here? Stained ink for so long. It's going to close your eyes again!"

"Hey, eighty percent is procrastinating for time, maybe my heart is already messed up, and I'm thinking about how to get out later!"

"I really didn't expect that the former poet of the national fortune would be so uneasy, it seems that he has lost. ”

Wen Yong had a confident smile on his face, looking at Lintian and even a little sad for him. He felt that this kind of pretense at this moment was funny and ridiculous.

But he still didn't interrupt, he thought that watching Lintian fail and then humiliate him would torture his mind and destroy his heart.

Lintian ignored the thoughts of the people around him, and at this moment, he was creating the feeling of the last part of the piano song.

Four single notes open, and finally four sections end with a single note.

The piano music in the middle is gentle. to the highs, to the lows. Finally it was back to flat. It seems to have joys, sorrows, and sorrows, and it seems to have experienced joys and sorrows.

But the fine taste, but it doesn't seem to be a simple sense of joy and sorrow, more like an expression of the arrogance and arrogance in the heart, the four sections of the piano music, like a tide of water, seems to be calm, but in fact the undercurrent is surging, the wind and waves together, like a rushing tide, exciting, and finally suddenly turned, to the trough, but can not stabilize the unruly plucked string beating.

In the end, even if it returned to flat, it was still so stubborn and arrogant, as if it was ready to rise again, gentle and full of dark energy.

The last four single strings echo each other through the first four tones, which also shows that the mind of the stroking is the same as the original, from beginning to end, it is the arrogance and loneliness of a single four tones.

This is what Lintian can feel more deeply from the previous qin music, but no matter how the meaning of the qin song is expressed, Lintian does not think that this is the point.

And how to understand and be able to write the mind of the person who strokes the qin through this piece is the real correct solution!

Finally, Lin Tian recalled the feeling of looking at the vague figure in the gauze tent at first.

"If it's really her inside, what kind of person should it be?" Lin Tian thought to himself.

When he first looked at the gauze tent, he had a feeling, maybe intuition, that the person inside should be Miss Feng'er.

Even he didn't understand it, but he felt that this violin stroker seemed to be sad but not sad, with an extraordinary atmosphere, seemingly restrained, but in fact bold.

It feels like a sigh, but in fact, it is self-confidence in oneself, a vision and firmness for one's future.

Lintian has already learned some things about Miss Feng'er from Tuofei's mouth, and knows that she is a talented woman and a figure on the hunting list.

If it was really her in the gauze tent, then Lintian seemed to be able to understand the true intentions of some violin strockers.

He knows that the better the talent of Qin Dao's literary cultivation, the more difficult it is to find a bosom friend, so this indifference and arrogance is actually loneliness and loneliness.

And if there is no bosom friend to open the door of the heart path, it is very likely that the ascension of the realm will be very difficult.

If this is really the case, then the feeling of this qin song should make sense, and the four arrogant qin songs show the loneliness in my heart.

Four joys, sorrows, and sorrows, experiencing joys and sorrows, seem to be surging, but in fact they are sad behind the frenzy, or more precisely, they should be lamentations.

Lintian seems to have caught the feeling.

"Is she sighing, lamenting the loneliness of standing on a high place?"

Talented, noble, this is a kind of loneliness in a high place, no one can approach, no one can touch, even if she wants to let go, but in the end there is still no way.

No one dares to approach, no one has the courage to approach, this is the sad loneliness of the strong.

"It seems that this Feng'er girl should be sighing about this, since this is the case, I understand. ”

Lintian thought in his heart, and finally felt that the feeling of the qin music in his heart should be the meaning of the qin, although he felt that there was still a feeling that something was missing, but this was the limit of what he could see, and then Lintian finally opened his eyes......

Everyone was already waiting impatiently, and the more many people looked at Lintian like this, the more they felt that he was pretending to be and had been thinking about it for so long when he was upstairs.

And Wen Yong wrote poems first, which has given him a lot of time, but he didn't think about it, and when he was about to write poems. It's still dragging on like this. But it's a little unbearable.

Tian Hong's face was gloomy. He felt that this Lintian was deliberately showing off. Even if you want to lose, you have to win the attention of the audience, this kind of behavior, Tian Hong is very ashamed in his heart, and he feels that such a small person can attract attention, but he is so unimportant, it is really not very refreshing.

He felt that it was time for him to vent the resentment in his heart.

"Are you stalling for time? Or do you think you're doing this? If you are really timid and can't write, you can simply admit defeat, no one will care about you like a waste, don't feel that you are valued, if you don't write, you are a joke!"

Although it is very rude and taboo to interrupt when a literati is writing a poem, but at this moment. But no one said anything to stop it, and no one thought that Tian Hong's words were inappropriate.

There was a smile on the corner of Wen Yong's mouth. He didn't interject and didn't say anything. He thinks this is very good, he looks very good, the more Lintian does this, the more ugly it will be in everyone's hearts, so Wen Yong still wishes that you would have some more foreign appearances.

Wang Ming's thoughts in his heart were the same, but unlike Wen Yong, since he couldn't directly defeat Lintian on top of Wen Bi, it was okay to do something else.

He knows Tian Hong, he is the eldest son of the Tian family, and he knows that this person has some background, so Wang Ming feels that if he can add fuel and vinegar, not only will he suppress Lintian, but he will also be able to make friends with this Tian Hong.

After Wang Ming decided, he followed Tian Hong and said: "Lintian, I advise you to still be a little self-aware, when Cangzhou, I think you should understand that you have nothing to do except be lucky, but now that you are a literary cultivator, you should know how you can win as a waste with exhausted luck?"

Wang Ming continued: "What Brother Tian Hong said is reasonable, don't you know? Your delay in time like this is actually a joke! Do you think that your ability can be better than everyone present? None of them are qualified to get the attention and evaluation of Miss Feng'er, you think that you can just pretend to be able to do it? What a fool you are!"

Wang Ming said loudly, very heartbreaking, and ugly, and said a lot, everyone seemed to be dissatisfied with Lintian's actions, but some people still understood, another reason is that they want to interfere with Lintian's thoughts at a critical time.

"Shut your mouth quickly! During the period when Brother Lin was composing a poem, you made such a disturbance, I can think that you did it on purpose! It's so unfair, then let's just cancel this literary comparison!"

Tuofei finally couldn't help it and said loudly.

"Hmph, this is unfair, then do you want to let him delay until next year?" Wang Ming said coldly.

This time he didn't verbally attack again, he still knew the degree, if it was really because of the interference, they took advantage of the loophole and canceled Wenbi, wouldn't it be that everything before was lost.

Tuofei just snorted coldly, and then he didn't look at Wang Ming again, but looked at Tian Hong, his eyes were full of anger! Lintian doesn't write poetry, and he has nothing to say, but the person who spoke at the beginning was this Tian Hong, who was provoked by him, and he didn't know if Lintian had any grievances with him.

But Tuofei felt that this person must have bad intentions. Because of that kind of look, he felt very uncomfortable.

He looked at Tian Hong and was about to say something to him, when someone suddenly said, "Look, he's starting to write!"

At this moment, Lintian began to write, he didn't care about their conversation at all, it can be said that he ignored it, and devoted himself to the poems and piano.

Under the gaze of everyone, Lin Tian lifted his wrist, and the ink on the tip of the pen dipped into the rice paper......

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 depends on how much luck he has. I'm afraid it's not enough to fill a poem.

In the gauze tent. Miss Feng'er looked at Lintian calmly. I can't see any emotion in my eyes, just looking.

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 had seen 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, nor did she dislike Lintian's new life.

She just objectively made an equivalent measurement of herself and the soulmate she was looking for, so from any point of view. The one in the audience is young. Some ordinary Qing Xiu teenagers are not the best candidates for themselves.

Miss Feng'er's heart at the moment was a little shaken, she was wondering if she wanted to stop this Wenbi, she felt that after all, she was a person that Uncle Shi was optimistic about, if she lost confidence because of Wenbi this time, then the road ahead, the state of mind should have an impact, and he already seemed to have no future at all.

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

Miss Feng'er was in the gauze tent, thinking seriously......

Everyone is looking at the sky as if they are watching a play, although no one speaks, but if you feel it in the scene, you will know that these eyes are much sharper than the sarcasm.

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 just stood on the side of Lintian, and he was almost on the verge of collapse, you can imagine what kind of psychological pressure Lintian will be at this time.

Tuofei looked at Lintian with some worry, his heart was full of anger at this moment, he had already thought about it, 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.) )