Lin Jue walked into the middle of the field, showing a thoughtful look, and after a while, he suddenly turned his head and smiled at Bailixi.

The calmness in this smile made Bai Lixi inexplicably have an ominous premonition, and he suddenly remembered that when he was betting with Han Xiaoxian just now, he seemed to have ignored a very important matter.

A person, to be exact.

Eldest grandson Xiang.

When Chu ** provoked Han Xiaoxian before, Changsun Xiang stood up as soon as possible, and when Han Xiaoxian took kowtow as a bet just now, Changsun Xiang was silent!

What does this mean?

Bailixi suddenly felt his heartbeat speed up a little.

At this time, I only heard that Lin Jue had already spoken: "I have a short article praising lotus flowers here, there are only a few numbers, and I would like to ask you to be upright." ”

"It's embarrassing to take out a few numbers, why don't you make up a little more!" Chi Zhiwen immediately grabbed a sentence, and a lot of whispers sounded around him.

Lin Jue ignored Chi Zhiwen and read unhurriedly: "Out of the mud without staining, straight from the middle to the outside, not vines and branches, fragrant and clear, pavilions and pure plants, can be viewed from a distance and can not be blasphemed." ”

The whispers around were all smaller, and everyone looked at the lotus flowers in the pond, and this text echoed in their ears, and the resonance in their hearts became stronger.

It was not a flower, but a gentleman of noble character.

Indeed, as Lin said, this text is very short, but it can move people's hearts more than those long speeches, as we all know, the article emphasizes the essence, the less words, the more difficult it is to write well. And Mr. Xiao Chen in front of him has waved this way to the extreme, with few numbers, completely outlining a gentleman of flowers with a noble character.

The young man in front of him seems to be integrated with the noble lotus flower behind him, and people can't help but admire it.

"Out of the mud but not stained, clear ripples but not demons. Yan Qian's voice sounded first, with undisguised appreciation, "Every word is beautiful, well-deserved!"

The audience suddenly resounded with admiration. The curiosity, suspicion, and disdain just now all turned into admiration. With this short article, "Xinhe" is not comparable at all.

Ji Zhiwen was dumbfounded, and the prepared stomach of ridicule was stuck in his throat.

Baili Xi was stunned, it was unbelievable: it was actually such an article! There is no simple word "good" that can sum it up!

He can't write such a text at all! He can't write such an artistic conception!

If this short essay is compared to a peerless beauty who is clear and jade, then he is just a village woman who is at most a poet who is obscure to everyone.

"Chen Xu" made such an article under his own calculations!

The admiration was quieter, and Lin Jue's voice sounded again: "The incense is sold and the green leaves are left." The west wind stirs up the green waves. is also haggard with Shaoguang, unbearable. The drizzle dreams back to the side, and the small building blows through the Yusheng cold. How many tears are there to hate, leaning on the railing. ”

This voice entered the ears, and the admiration and appreciation that people had just now had because of that short passage invariably turned into a sad feeling at this time. It was as if I saw a woman in the drizzle and her husband stationed in the border area, saying that she was suffering from lovesickness, but when she woke up, it was just a dream, and she could only hear the desolate music echoing in the lonely building.

Influenced by this feeling, the lotus pond in full bloom in front of you seems to have become a dilapidated scene of autumn wind in the eyes of everyone.

Suddenly, everyone woke up, it was poetry before. Now it's the word!

And this word is so charming!

"What a small building blows through the Yusheng cold!" Yan Jian couldn't help but stand up and praised: "In the collection of "Lotus Pond Chronicle", there is no match!"

Yan Qian's every word was like a slap in the face, and his face had become extremely pale.

It's not over yet.

Everyone present had this premonition, and they all looked at Lin Jue quietly, looking forward to it with bated breath.

Lin Jue smiled slightly. said: "The son of the right person sang a "New Lotus", and I also have a "Gift Lotus" here. ”

Really!

Just now it was an article and a word, and now, it should be a poem!

Everyone pricked up their ears and only listened to Lin Jue's unhurried chanting: "The flowers and leaves in the world are not compatible, and the flowers are dusty in the golden pots." Only the green lotus and red lotus are innocent. This flower and this leaf often reflect each other. Emerald reduces red decay and kills. ”

The first sentence is written about the different attitudes of the world towards the flowers and leaves born from the same root, and the "innocence" of the second sentence is inherited with "not compatible", praising the lotus flowers and leaves that complement each other, casual and natural. The third sentence is not only to write that the lotus red decay and green decay are still not abandoned, but also the word "sorrow", which is the most intriguing.

Life is also like flowers, there are flowers and leaves, the lucky ones enter the gold pot, all eyes are on them, and those who do not meet talents are like abandoned leaves, turning into dust in the wind and rain.

When will we be recognized by the world? When will we be able to have a confidant who will never leave like a lotus?

Many people recited it repeatedly, fascinated, and some people couldn't help but burst into tears when they thought of their lives and experiences.

Lin Yu saluted the surroundings and walked back to the corner where the eldest grandson Xiang and Han Xiaoxian were.

Looking at this young man who still remained calm, almost everyone had these four words in their hearts.

Amazing.

When Bailixi provoked before, he said that poetry and articles are fine.

Now, this "Mr. Xiao Chen" has fought back, but it is all of them!

Poems! Words! Articles!

Three different genres, three different styles, all with lotus flowers, all of them are amazing.

That's true genius.

Baili Xi is compared with one, and it is also four words: jumping beam clown.

Everyone stood up and applauded in unison, no matter what kind of calculations or twists and turns, strength is the most recognized.

The only one who was not affected by the artistic conception of poetry was Miss Han, who looked around and asked in a low voice to the eldest grandson, "Cousin, we should have won, right?"

"Of course. Changsun Xiang sincerely admired: "Mr. Xiao Chen's literary brilliance is really the first deserved, and I am willing to bow down." ”

Eldest Sun Xian didn't know when he had already appeared next to Eldest Sun Xiang, with a rare look of respect on his face, and said, "Brother Chen, if you really have you, I will accept it." ”

Lin Jue smiled and shook his head, he is not the author, the first short article is excerpted from Zhou Dunyi's "Ai Lian Said", and the second is "Spreading the Huanxi Sand" by Li Jing of the Southern Tang Dynasty, in order to conform to the allusions of this world. changed "chicken stopper" to "side stopper", and the author of the third "Gift of Lotus Flowers" is Li Shangyin, these three are Lin Jue's favorite poems in his previous life, and now they are just copying.

Now, though, that's not the point.

The point is, have fun!

Bailixi plotted to take his life, and tried to humiliate him and Han Xiaoxian in public. And Lin Jue's counterattack was a slap in the face, and it was a hard blow.

The thin face of Chi Zhiwen, who was arrogant before, trembled involuntarily, the outcome is too obvious, and there is no suspense at all, so according to the gambling agreement......

Bailixi's face was depressed, and his self-confidence had completely collapsed. How can there be half a point of spirit before.

He is not good at martial arts, so he devotes himself to studying literature, and he shows an eye-catching talent, which is only slightly inferior to the eldest Sun Xiang in the Academy of Literature, and he is conceited about his literary orientation, and he is also valued by his father and the whole family. However, I didn't expect it. When he encountered this Chen Xu today, he would lose so badly, the gap between the two sides was too big, and the first poem alone had already defeated him.

Han Xiaoxian's words "I don't deserve to lift shoes" seemed to reverberate in my ears again, piercing my heart like a needle, and my face was gray.

"I am willing to lose the bet! Eat my punch!"

Thinking of Han Xiaoxian. Han Xiaoxian's voice really rang out, and this cheer overshadowed all the applause present. A fierce spirit for a hundred miles, when he came back to his senses, he saw Han Xiaoxian jumping up and volleying into the air.

If it is a thesis, Han Xiaoxian really can't compare with Baili Xi, but when it comes to martial arts cultivation, Baili Xi can't catch up with her. Even at the best of times, you can't dodge that punch, let alone now.

Hundreds of miles of mistaken thoughts, that fist has been rapidly enlarged in front of his eyes, and Han Xiaoxian will definitely not kill him. However, judging from the angle and strength of this punch, it is clearly aimed at the face. If it is confirmed, at least a few teeth will be knocked out.

All eyes were attracted, Baili couldn't help despairing, the previous self-inflicted setback had made him almost collapse, if he made this kind of ugliness in public, I was afraid that it would be worse than death.

Seeing that Han Xiaoxian was about to hit with a punch, he suddenly moved, and his fist actually froze in midair.

I saw that Bailixi had unbelievably appeared more than ten meters behind, and where it was originally located, there was an extra figure at some point.

It was a thin old man, who looked to be past the age of his sixtieth birthday, with a grayish-white head and beard, and a rickety, aged and old, with a cane in his hand, as if he would be blown down by the wind.

However, it was this old man who stood here, and he didn't see any movement, and Han Xiaoxian's fist couldn't advance half a point.

"The old man was ordered to protect Xi Gongzi, where his duty lies, let me take this punch on behalf of Xi Gongzi. ”

Han Xiaoxian shouted angrily, and the airflow near his fist faintly exploded continuously, and the bricks under his feet cracked one after another, and the cracks seemed to have life, spreading towards the old man. But in the circle of about four meters where the old man was, there was no crack in the square bricks on the ground, but he was just wandering outside, and Han Xiaoxian's figure was never able to take a step beyond the thunder pool.

The old man coughed twice, his body did not move at all, and he praised in his mouth: "Miss Han is so young, she can actually practice the Big Dipper Seven Killing Fist of the eldest grandson to such a distance, the power of the instant strength just now is extraordinary, she is really a genius! ”

"Cousin, stand back. ”

At the same time as this voice sounded, a sword-like light shone brightly, like a long rainbow splitting the sky, and almost everyone felt a slight tingling sensation in their eyes.

The old man was slightly moved, his eyes flashed, the thin hand holding the crutch tightened, and he lifted it, and the momentum of the whole person changed, from a drooping old decay to a towering and immovable mountain, and met the purple lightning that broke through the clouds and the sky.

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