9 a.m.

With the sound of a gong, the people who participated in the poetry meeting came to a bamboo forest in Xiaoxiang Mansion.

In the bamboo forest, there are hundreds of tables, and there are pen, ink, paper and inkstones on the top, which can be used to write poems.

The people who came here to participate in the poetry meeting had already sat down, and Ye Hao, who was one of the judges, sat on the hand. There are two old men next to him, one is an old scholar, named Zou Wenyuan, who has made great achievements in the practice of literature and Taoism, and has opened up the Wen Palace.

The general Wendao monks are divided into three major realms: the cultural context realm, the literary heart realm, and the literary palace realm.

The other person who was not from Silver Moon City, came from Tianshan City, and was an elder of Tianshan Academy, named Du Zuo, who was invited by the city lord Ding Yuan.

However, this Du Zuo's eyes looking at Ye Hao were quite unkind.

Although he knew Ye Hao's identity, the arrogant look in his eyes was undisguised, and he had a sense of pride as a Wendao monk.

"The hour has come!"

"As the host of this poetry meeting, I am here to announce the rules of the poetry meeting."

This poetry meeting is divided into three sessions: the first one, by the Haoyang Sect to teach the true disciples, prepare the Holy Son, and the honorary disciple Ye Hao Xiaoyou, for the present Wenxiu questions. Sixty Wenxiu will be selected to enter the second session. ”

"In the second poetry competition, the competition is not about composing poems, but about the perception of the artistic conception in the poems. Those who can understand the poet's state of mind and have the same heart will be selected as the top 10 and enter the third session. ”

"And the third poetry competition is about the talent in the poetry, and the winner in the talent confrontation is the final winner of this poetry meeting, and will win the final prize provided by Ye Hao Xiaoyou!!"

"Next, I would like to invite the organizer of this poetry meeting, the honorary disciple of Haoyang Sect, Ye Hao Xiaoyou, to come up with this first question." After the city lord Ding Yuan finished speaking, he bowed to Ye Hao.

Ye Hao stood up, smiled, and said loudly: "I didn't expect that there would be so many people participating in the poetry meeting, everyone can come, I am very happy!" ”

"Here I announce one thing, the final winner will not only get 100,000 top-grade spirit stones, as well as a medium-grade enlightenment fruit, but I, Ye Hao, will also give a special prize. As for what's special, everyone will know after the poetry meeting!! ”

Hearing this, the cultivators in the field who seemed to be very calm suddenly became calm.

They came for 100,000 top-grade spirit stones, as well as medium-grade enlightenment Dao fruits, but they didn't expect that Ye Hao was so arrogant that there were other special rewards.

Cow!

is worthy of Ye Hao, who is both arrogant and a loser, and he really made a generous shot!!

Even Feng Hongfei and Wang Tuo actually didn't know what the final special prize prepared by Ye Hao was, but, without thinking about it, it would definitely be more valuable than 100,000 top-grade spirit stones and medium-grade enlightenment fruits.

"Everybody's quiet!"

"I'm going to come up with the title of this first scene—"

"Everyone is in the bamboo forest at the moment, and bamboo is also loved by many literati and ink writers, and there are countless poems about bamboo throughout the ages, but there are very few people who can push through the old and write new ideas."

"So, the title of this first session is, Bamboo!"

"Need to write something new!!"

After the words fell, some of the scholars in the field had already begun to write.

For a time, one after another, a series of talents rose into the air, full of colors, enveloping the entire bamboo forest.

When writing poems, Wen Xiu will produce talent, which is divided into four colors: purple, red, yellow, and white from high to low. The poems containing purple gas are often some hand-me-down works, while the poems containing white gas are generally mediocre.

"City Lord Ding, if I'm not mistaken, the son who sits in the third place in the sixth row should be the second son of your family." Judge Du turned to Ding Yuan on the left and asked.

Ding Yuan nodded and said with a smile: "Elder Du has good eyesight, and it is the second son of my family, Ding Shaoyan." ”

"The city lord of Ding is modest, the poems written by the second son of your family contain the air of talent, which shows that he is quite literary in the practice of literature and Taoism, if the city lord of Ding is willing, you can ask him to join my Tianshan Academy, I will accept him as a disciple and cultivate it carefully."

Hearing this, Ding Yuan hurriedly hugged his fists and thanked: "If you can get Elder Du's care and accept my two sons, of course it is a great thing, I Ding Yuan can't ask for it!" ”

Seeing this, Du Zuo smiled slightly and said: "Then when the poetry meeting is over, I will take him back to Tianshan Academy, my Tianshan Academy, although it is not as good as the three major sects in the Southern Regions, but it is also a first-class force, and it is the most suitable place for Wendao monks to cultivate." ”

Speaking of this, Du Zuo glanced at Zou Wenyuan, the old scholar next to him, and asked with a smile: "Old Zou, I don't know who you think might come out on top in this poetry meeting?" ”

"I'm optimistic about the second son of the Ding City Lord's family." Du Zuo said.

That Zou Wenyuan, with low bags under his eyes, deep eyes, and a gray beard, has been stepping into Wendao for a hundred years.

After glancing at him, he said quietly: "Most of the people who came to participate in this poetry meeting were for the sake of the Dao Fruit, so most of the Wenxiu from several nearby towns came. ”

"The second son of the city lord of Ding is good, but there are a few more, which are also very good. For example, Sha Bai, the young master of the Sha family in Changxi City, is not weak in Wendao. There is also Sun Wending of Hanhai City, who has also been immersed in literature and Taoism for many years, and is a rare talent. ”

"Guo Furong, the girl of the Guo family in Yinyue City, is also very good, and the poems she writes are also talented, all of which are good."

And just as Du Zuo and Zou Wenyuan were talking, Ye Hao took out a recliner from the storage bag and propped it up not far away.

Then, with a relaxed look, he lay down on the chaise longue leisurely.

Comfortable!

"Ling'er, grapes!" Ye Hao commanded.

"Here, young master!" In a hurry, Ling'er took out the grapes, peeled off the peels one by one, and stuffed them into Ye Hao's mouth.

This scene, in the eyes of Du Zuo and Zou Wenyuan, they both felt very surprised. Including the city lord standing not far away, and the others were also extremely surprised.

Where is this?

This is Xiaoxiang Mansion.

What's going on here?

A poetry meeting is being held here.

Even if you, Ye Hao, are the owner of Xiaoxiang Mansion, this poetry meeting was also organized by you Hua Lingshi, but you have to take it seriously. In front of the public, you have moved out the recliner, what do you want to do, you are sure that you are here to be a judge.

You don't think you're here for a vacation, do you!?

"Interesting! Interesting! ”

"Ye Xiaoyou, he is really temperamental, free and easy." Zou Wenyuan didn't care, stroked his gray beard, and smiled at Ye Hao.

But Du Zuo, the elder of Tianshan Academy, couldn't stand it anymore.

Although he knew Ye Hao's identity, he still snorted unceremoniously and mocked: "Some people, who are not Wendao monks, don't know anything about Wendao, but they still dare to organize a poetry meeting, they really put gold on their faces and sell their reputations!" ”

"Oh? This Elder Du of Tianshan Academy, are you talking about me? Ye Hao ate the grapes in his mouth, looked at Du Zuo, and asked with a smile.

"Hmph, not so." Du Zuo replied angrily.

There was a look of disgust in his eyes.

"What do you say! You dare to humiliate my young master, hurry up and apologize to my young master. Ye Hao didn't care, but Ling'er next to him couldn't listen to it anymore and shouted loudly.

"Apologize?"

"The old man is a monk of Wendao, famous and respected, you let the old man apologize to a stinky hairy boy? He's a loser, and he deserves it?! ”

As for Ye Hao's name as a loser, Du Zuo has also heard of it.

"You! Look for death! "Ling'er took a step forward and was about to do it.

However, he was stopped by Ye Hao's look.

"Okay, Ling'er, you stand down."

"I think Elder Du may have heard some rumors and misunderstood me."

Ding Yuan, the city lord at hand, also hurriedly spoke, and said with a smile: "That's right, it must have been a misunderstanding." This poetry meeting was prepared by Ye Xiaoyou with a lot of spirit stones, and Elder Du didn't want to misunderstand Ye Xiaoyou because of some rumors from the outside world. ”

"Actually, Ye Xiaoyou held this poetry meeting to give the Wendao monks a chance to communicate."

It can be said that Ye Hao and the city lord Ding Yuan's words were all under the left steps for Du.

But this old thing, instead of going down the steps, shouted coldly.

"What a misunderstanding!"

"For us Wendao monks, the most important thing is reputation, if it weren't for the face of the Lord of Ding, I wouldn't have come to be a judge of this poetry meeting."

"It's a shame to sit at the same table with a loser!"

Alas, I'll go!

Shame on the face!

Ye Hao couldn't stand it anymore.