"Which master's disciple is this, right? It was also stronger. ”

"Disciple? No kidding, just take out these two words and one poem, plus the quality of the creation, this young man is enough to be called a master in his own right. ”

"Fuck, if it weren't for the proposition creation, I suspect that this kid is a work prepared in advance, what kind of fucking talent is this, it's too fierce, right?"

"Hidden in the depths, what is this more than that? No one can come. ”

"This child of the old Wang family is estimated to have a conflict with the other party, but he can't see the form clearly, and he insists that others are plagiarizing, this time he is dumbfounded."

"Hey, it's a good kid, I didn't expect to do such a thing, I'm too jealous."

"It's hard work, and I can't end well this time."

In the face of Lin Hao's fast creative ability and extremely high ancient poetry background.

The crowd was really impressed.

Including Zhang Xinlin, four masters and some predecessors who have lived in the literary circle for a long time.

Now looking at Lin Hao's gaze was full of solemnity.

This young man!

It's too violent.

The potential is limitless.

A bunch of people are here.

I couldn't see the depth.

Mysterious and hard power.

Completely incomprehensible.

"Lao Yu, to be honest, I suddenly became a little jealous of you, and I gave birth to a good girl." In the crowd, Chen Detong suddenly said this.

"Such a son-in-law, who is talented, can make money, and is a talented person, how can you take advantage of all the good things?" Cen Renguo was very puzzled.

"Our daughter also talked about a partner not long ago, she has no house or car, and she is still stunned when she speaks, and I almost have a heart attack."

Another old friend said: "It's really more human than human, angry people, all let Lao Yu catch up." ”

Several people expressed indignation.

A sour smell began to permeate the words.

Yu's father smiled very confidently.

But he muttered a few words in his heart.

I don't know where the two are currently developing.

I have to let the child and her mother hurry up and probe when I go back.

The other side.

Wang Xi was stunned.

The pen in his hand fell as if he didn't know.

The whole brain is also blank.

I felt a sense of vertigo.

What the hell is going on here?

Wang Xi asked himself.

But there is no answer at all.

It's like a dream.

She had just just seen the proposition.

That's a big piece of work.

The nerve circuits in my head haven't warmed up yet.

The other party actually started to read it.

Followed by.

A well-behaved seven-character ancient poem was taken out and put in front of him.

And I can't fault anything.

Word.

The other party wrote.

Poem.

The other party did the same.

The word poem can be regarded as being taken apart and played again.

Wang Xi took a deep breath.

Fantasized about picking up the pen on the ground to understand it and then prove its strength.

But he understood.

I can't do it myself.

Can.

Just apologize like that?

That's in the eyes of these uncles and uncles.

How will I raise my head in the future?

Wrath.

Mortified.

Unwilling.

A variety of emotions creep in the heart.

Wang Xi was stunned and couldn't say a word.

"I said this brother Wang Xi, the poem on the theme of peach blossoms is not so difficult to write."

Silence.

Lin Hao whispered.

The eyes that looked at him were full of puzzlement.

Followed by.

But it was again pushed out of the Italian artillery.

Fire at him.

Peach blossoms are shallow and deep

Looks like a light makeup complexion

The spring breeze helps the intestines to break

Blow off the white garments

"Fang is seven words, this one is five words, or else. Let me think about it. ”

Lin Hao finished reading a poem again.

And then pretend to think.

At this moment.

Many people swallowed silently.

Two poems.

Two words.

Right now.

He also wanted to keep writing

Oh, my God.

Has this kid Wenqu Xing descended to earth?

"There it is."

Lin Hao clapped his hands.

Ignore everyone's gaze.

looked at Wang Xi again and read the work.

Peach Blossom died ruthlessly in shame

Grateful for the east wind

Blow off the delicate red

Fly into the idle window with a chagrin

Who pities the hard work Dongyang is thin

Also for spring

Not as good as Hibiscus

A cold place is thick

This song is from the old man Nalan Xingde's "Picking Mulberries and Peach Blossoms Shame and Ruthless Death".

From the scenery to the people.

From things to feelings.

It's very delicate.

It's talking about this season of spring flowers.

The gorgeous peach blossoms are blown off by the east wind.

By chance.

Fly into the window lattice.

Accompany the injured people to spend the remaining spring light.

Although it is not as good as hibiscus flowers.

But its fragrance is even stronger in the cold.

Although the poems are not the same.

It can be discussed alone.

But it is better than the previous two.

Everyone looked at each other.

Suddenly.

Wang Xi raised his head.

He yelled at him with a hideous face. "Don't do it, don't do it, don't do it again!"

Lin Hao was stunned.

Brothers.

You're not right.

Let's go on the stage.

"Alright, don't continue to be embarrassed here, go back with me." Looking at his son, who had fallen into madness, Wang Zizhi couldn't help but sigh and stepped forward and said coldly.

"Dad, Me"

This.

didn't wait for Wang Xi to finish speaking.

Wang Zizhi directly slapped him.

"Smack!"

The sound is crystal clear.

Wang Xi looked incredulous: "Dad, you beat me?" ”

"I said, come home with me."

Wang Zizhi looked indifferent.

Wang Xi's lips squirmed a few times.

Didn't say anything after all.

Watch him do it.

Quite a few people were taken aback.

Zhang Xinlin didn't want the atmosphere of the party to be ruined, so he immediately frowned and persuaded: "Lao Wang, don't do it, just talk to the child about something." ”

"I'm sorry, Master Zhang, and all the friends present, this kid is not in the right state today, it affects everyone's mood, so I'll take him back first."

Wang Zizhi suppressed his anger.

He apologized to everyone with an indifferent face.

It's really shameless to stay.

directly pulled Wang Xi, who bowed his head and was silent, and left without looking back.

The crowd who watched was suddenly embarrassed.

Father and son came happily.

In the end, he walked away.

It was a real surprise.

"It's broken! I went, and just ran away? This kid hasn't apologized yet. ”

Wait until the other person comes out of the door.

Lin Hao suddenly remembered that the two had made a bet.

I suddenly felt that I had lost a lot on my side.

The operation is as fierce as a tiger.

As a result, I was a bit of a two-hundred-and-five.

Forget about it!

He muttered this casually.

But it was still heard by some people.

They were speechless for a while.

Xiao Wang was stunned.

Lao Wang's face couldn't hang up.

also slapped out.

It makes no difference if you apologize or not.

It's shameful.

They looked at Lin Hao.

Co-author, this is also a master who doesn't lose at all.

Can't afford to mess with.

I can't mess with it at all.

Lin Hao didn't have any suspense to take this sentence.

He has leg problems.

Let Yu Lanxin go up to draw the lottery.

Choose one of the two.

Ultimately.

got Wang Xuehai's winter picture.

It was a hot sight to see everyone's eyes.

But it's okay.

Master Zhang's calligraphy at the bottom of the box is still there.

It's also worth looking forward to.

After all, Wang Zizhi's father and son are just an episode.

After they left.

The game still has to go on.

Calligraphy, painting, poetry competition.

All that's left is to get it right.

That is, couplets.

rules.

It is simple, too.

Master Zhang's four sides each have an uplink.

Who's right fast.

Who's right.

You win.

Time is quite demanding.

It's only twenty minutes.

"Lao Cen, this couplet is your strong point."

Seeing this, Yu's father said slowly: "Didn't you and a few friends make a game?"

"To the king of kings."

Chen Detong next to him interjected.

"Yes, it's the king of kings, didn't you say last time that it was all about the Yinglian game, you have to seize this opportunity." Yu's father said.

"I'll try as much as I can."

Literary gatherings of previous years.

In fact, there is no such thing as a couplet.

This time, Cen Renguo planned to go through the motions, and the excitement would be over.

Who knew that this year, a poem suddenly appeared against it.

It just gave him a chance.

And that's not all.

The heaviest jackpot in the game.

Master Zhang's calligraphy is still there.

Luck simply wasn't too good.

Cen Renguo also wanted to keep a low profile.

Just this aspect.

He has studied for many years,

I really don't think that others will be my opponents.

Take a break.

Ten minutes later.

The competition has officially begun.

The four masters, led by Zhang Xinlin, wrote a couplet.

Then their respective disciples held it up and showed it to everyone.

Master Liu Hong's is: "The lotus silk constantly draws cold dew"

Master Zhang Xinlin's is: "The sea is facing the morning and the sea is falling"

Master Wang Xuehai is: "Every inch of land is the temple, the temple is next to the poem, the poem cloud: the bright moon sends the monk back to the ancient temple"

Master Zheng Yanming's is: "The full moon is missing, the moon is lacking, the moon is full and the moon is full, year after year, twilight and dawn, and the sun is seen at the end of the night"

"If any of you can come up with the next link, just write it down on paper and bring it over, and the four of us will check whether it is qualified or not, and make a judgment."

The person who spoke was Zheng Yanming.

Anyway.

The man sat down on a chair beside him.

"I'll take it, except for Master Liu Hong's simplicity, the other three are so difficult, how can I feel more confused than writing poetry."

"I didn't understand Master Zhang Xinlin's couplet."

"Master Wang Xuehai's uplink not only has to be ligated layer by layer, but also ended with verses, my God, it's too difficult."

"Master Zheng Yanming's look is simpler, but it's too long, and there is a bit of a clue, but it always breaks halfway."

"Hey, Master Zhang's calligraphy is not easy to hold."

"Are there any people present who are proficient in couplets, I'm afraid that if you can come out of one of them, you will be able to reach the sky, right?"

"I can't think of it, I can't think of it at all."

"The four masters really don't plan to release water at all."

"One meaning, it's too simple, you can answer it, it's easy to mess up."

Looking at the four pairs of uplinks in front of him.

Even if a group of people came forward, it would be to no avail.

Just a glance.

The head was completely circled.

Present.

They are all caught in hard thinking.

Some family members couldn't help much.

They all sat in the distance eating fruits, eating melon seeds, and chatting in low voices.

Wait quietly.

Twenty minutes of time.

Four couplets.

There are also high levels of difficulty.

For some of them, time is simply not enough.

At the most.

You can also start according to a couplet.

Not enough in quantity.

quality to make up.

This is the pattern that most people understand.

I do not ask for all of them.

It's also good to be able to answer a downlink.

(End of chapter)