"Can you still play like this?"

Shen Lang's eyes widened, his face full of surprise.

Wang Xinsheng said with a smile: "The dragon clan has always been friendly with Confucianism and Taoism, so there are many treasures of Confucianism and Taoism. This talent sail is similar to the talent flying boat, both of which are controlled by poetry and talent, but the type of poetry can be set in advance, and the talent required is much less than that of the flying boat, and many shrine banquets will use this as a test topic. ”

Shen Lang's face was strange, he looked at Wang Xinsheng and said, "Brother Wang knows a lot." ”

Wang Xinsheng shrugged his shoulders and said with a helpless look on his face: "Qishan receives various invitations every year, and our disciples attend the meeting on behalf of the teacher very many times. In two years, Ziyu, you will know more than me, I am just a gentleman's protégé, and you are always a half-saint disciple. ”

Shen Lang smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Then I saw another scholar come to the edge of the cliff, this scholar looked eighteen or nineteen years old, and his expression was reserved and proud.

"Why bother."

"A little haoran, a thousand miles of fast wind."

As soon as the words fell, the breeze around him surged, and he flew out of the cliff with him.

It was just that as soon as the wind sent him out of the cliff, a gust of wind immediately surged from the bottom of the cliff, and the scholar's face changed greatly, but it was too late to turn back, and the wind tore him off the cliff directly.

There was a sudden exclamation from the crowd, and a group of people immediately ran to the edge of the cliff to look down.

Seeing the golden light flickering below, the phantom of the Dragon Palace appeared, and the scholar had already appeared in the Dragon Palace.

Seeing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

However, there was no further delay, and immediately many people formed a team to set foot on the white silk and flew forward with poetry.

Shen Lang is not in a hurry, since he doesn't plan to compete for the top three positions, there is no need to join in the fun. But Wang Xinsheng next to him also looked unhurried.

"Brother Wang, don't you team up with others?" Shen Lang asked curiously.

Wang Xinsheng said helplessly: "I major in scripture and policy, poetry is not my strong point, and I am only a substitute teacher to participate in the conference today." What's more, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince invited me to Qishan Academy, not so that I could help him fight for the first place. ”

Shen Lang was suddenly stunned.

This Mid-Autumn Festival poem in the Dragon Palace will be said to be a test for readers, but in fact, it is more about assessing the dragon children and grandchildren, to see whether they have a wide range of friends, and whether they make friends properly.

I heard that the Dragon King of the East China Sea has more than 20 dragon sons and dragon girls, and if I want to come to the position of the Dragon King of the East China Sea, the competition will not be small.

"I heard that this Dragon Palace assessment is not only the final prize, because it is part of the secret realm of the Dragon Palace, so there will be a lot of adventures along the way, if Ziyu is interested, you can try it."

These words made Shen Lang's heart move slightly, and it seemed that Ji Huai'an didn't use a complete poem just now to drive Bai Aya to fly. If that's the case, then he could really try. The rules of the Wengong are that the poems must be complete in order to form the Wengong, and if it is just a golden sentence, it doesn't matter.

"Then let's go." Shen Lang said.

The two stepped on a white silk, Wang Xinsheng glanced at Shen Lang and said with a smile: "Ziyu, it's up to you." ”

Shen Lang said helplessly: "The August autumn high wind roars. ”

As the words fell, a strong wind swept up, and the white silk under the feet of the two turned into a white light and flew forward.

Wang Xinsheng's eyes widened: "This ...... How can this sentence be so powerful?! ”

Shen Lang smiled slightly, but did not answer.

The vision of heaven must be written in the whole poem, but the induction of heaven does not need to be so, "The Song of the Thatched House Broken by the Autumn Wind" is Lao Du's classic, and the talent may not be as sufficient as Li Bai's poems, but the lofty ideological realm of worrying about the country and the people contained in it is enough to move the heavens and the earth.

The countless white silk around were blown by the strong wind, and many readers were startled, and hurriedly lowered their bodies to avoid falling.

"Who are those two, and how can they be so fast?"

"I know the man in white, it's Wang Xinsheng, a disciple of Li Junzi of Qishan Academy!"

"No wonder he has such talent, it turned out to be Junzi Li."

Bai Aya flew extremely fast and quickly caught up with the first echelon.

Shen Lang glanced at it, and he still knew each other.

At the forefront were naturally Ji Huai'an's entourage, followed by Li Yunshan and other scholars from Nanyue Kingdom, and then Chen Yu and his entourage.

Naturally, they also noticed the white light that broke through the sky.

"Brother Wang is polite." Ji Huai'an clenched his fists and smiled.

Wang Xinsheng also smiled and clenched his fists and said, "Brother Ji is polite." ”

Ji Huai'an glanced at Shen Lang beside Wang Xinsheng, and then said: "There are four groups of winds blocking the road in spring, summer, autumn and winter not far from here, although it is an obstacle but also a chance, according to legend, there are four high-grade literary hearts, corresponding to the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter, as long as the poetry and literature are passed, you can get it." ”

Li Yunshan asked, "What does Brother Ji mean ......?"

Ji Huai'an looked indifferent, and said: "I want two Wenxin in the Spring and Autumn Period, and you can divide the remaining two by yourself." ”

Chen Yu smiled: "It's okay, I'll take the heart of winter." ”

Li Yunshan also smiled slightly: "It seems that I have no choice, I can only ask for Xia Zhiwen's heart." ”

Ji Huai'an's expression remained unchanged, and he didn't look at Shen Lang and Wang Xinsheng again, and said, "It's assigned, so as not to hurt the harmony for a while." ”

Shen Lang was a little curious, looked at Wang Xinsheng and said, "What is the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter?" ”

Wang Xinsheng said: "These are four high-grade literary hearts, corresponding to four kinds of supernatural powers. It is said that it has been in this Gangfeng Valley, and some people have tried to pick it in previous years, but they have not been able to obtain it because of their lack of talent. ”

Shen Lang's heart moved, and he said, "Are they all top-grade Wenxin?" ”

Wang Xinsheng nodded and said, "Both." ”

Shen Lang nodded lightly and stopped talking.

Soon, the four white silk pieces arrived at a pass, and they saw that there were four stone caves on the pass, among which there was a cyan light flashing.

"Four Seasons Wenxin!"

Immediately someone shouted.

Ji Huai'an was also not polite, and a poem of the spring festival blurted out, and suddenly the whole white silk and blue light surged. The heart of the first pass trembled, and it seemed to have the meaning of flying out. As soon as Ji Huai'an finished reciting here, another person who was riding with him also followed closely and chanted a spring sacrifice poem.

The blue light on the white silk was even better, and Wen Xin in the stone cave let out a buzzing and trembling sound.

Chen Yu and Li Yunshan did not delay, and each flew to the stone cave that had been decided at the beginning and began to recite the poems.

For a while, the cyan brilliance of the entire Gangfeng Valley was scattered, like a dream.

Shen Lang said: "Just invite you with poetry and writing, which is somewhat similar to Wen Xinguo." ”

Wang Xinsheng said with a smile: "This is Wenxinguo, if Ziyu is interested, you can also try it." ”

It wasn't loud, but everyone around it could hear it.

Ji Huai'an glanced at the two of them lightly, but did not speak. However, someone beside him immediately sneered: "Brother Wang, if you talk about scriptures and righteousness, you admire you very much, but if you want to talk about poetry, Brother Wang should not be ugly." ”

Wang Xinsheng was not angry, he still looked smiling: "I can't write poetry, but my little brother is okay." It's all here, why don't you try it, what if you get something? ”

Shen Lang smiled: "Then ...... Give it a try. ”

He stepped on the front of Bai Aya and said, "Good rain knows the season, when spring happens." ”

As soon as the sentence fell, the heart of the spring suddenly let out a sharp buzz, and even the stone cave began to tremble slightly.

Everyone was shocked, even that Ji Huai'an's expression changed slightly.

"It's a good rain to know the season, when spring happens! Ziyu poetry is really unparalleled in the world! Wang Xinsheng exclaimed loudly.

Shen Lang smiled slightly, and then said: "The spring breeze is on the south bank of the Green River, when will the bright moon shine on me." ”

Wang Xinsheng's eyes lit up: "Ziyu, Ziyu, I finally saw it today!" ”

The blue light in the stone cave became more and more abundant, and it seemed that the heart of Spring Wenxin had really begun to move outward.

Ji Huai'an's face changed slightly, and he said coldly: "Brother Wang, do you really want to fight with me?" ”

Wang Xinsheng squinted his eyes and smiled: "Heaven and earth treasures are the residence of the virtuous." Besides, you can't just finish dividing the three of you, and everyone else can only watch, right? ”

Ji Huai'an didn't speak again, but the reader next to him had already quickened the pace of recitation, and one poem after another was constantly being sacrificed, and it was necessary to win by quantity.

Hearing a roar, the Wenxin of Spring had already flown out of the stone cave, but it stayed between Shen Lang and Ji Huai'an, and it seemed that he had not decided to belong for a while.

"Quick!" Ji Huai'an said coldly.

One poem after another was offered, and the heart began to move slowly towards him.

Seeing this scene, Ji Huai'an's face paled slightly, and he said lightly: "Brother Wang, poetry and writing are not something that can be proved by a few golden sentences, accumulation is the king." ”

This time, without waiting for Wang Xinsheng to speak, Shen Lang nodded and said with a smile: "It makes sense." ”

When the words fell, he said to the heart of the spring heart: "The spring night is worth a thousand gold, and the flowers are fragrant and the moon is cloudy." ”

As soon as this sentence fell, the entire white silk blue light was great, and the heart of Chun Zhiwen, who was originally flying slowly towards Ji Huai'an, trembled slightly, and then turned into a blue light and rushed into Shen Lang's hands.

"A good Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold!" Wang Xinsheng exclaimed, "Ziyu, it's not in vain that you are a brother today!" ”

Shen Lang stroked Wen Xin and said with a smile: "Brother Wang has won the award, or what this Ji Gongzi said is reasonable, it really takes a lot of accumulation to thin hair." ”

Ji Huai'an's face was already pale, and the people who were riding with him were even more unkind to Shen Lang and Wang Xinsheng.

"I haven't asked this brother Taigao's name yet." Ji Huai'an looked at Shen Lang coldly.

Shen Lang's expression remained unchanged and said, "Shen Lang of Qingyun Mansion." ”

Ji Huai'an's eyes flashed coldly, and he said coldly: "Okay, I remember you." ”

Wang Xinsheng said with a smile: "There is no need to say the threat, Brother Ji should take a look at the back." ”

Ji Huai'an immediately turned around and turned to the place where the heart of the autumn was located, but Shen Lang did not move.

I only heard Shen Lang say loudly: "After the new rain in the empty mountain, the weather is late in autumn." ”

"Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and I say that autumn is better than spring."

"Jun asks that the return date is not due, and the night rain in Bashan rises in the autumn pool."

The three lines of poetry fell, and before Bai Aya on Ji Huai'an's side approached the cave of Qiu Zhiwenxin, the Wenxin had already turned into a blue light and flew out and fell into Shen Lang's hands.

Chen Yu and Li Yunshan, who were still watching the excitement, both changed their faces at the moment, and began to speed up the rhythm of poetry recitation

Ji Huai'an was silent for a moment, flicked his sleeves suddenly, and said, "Go!" ”

Bai Aya turned into a white light and suddenly disappeared.

Shen Lang's gaze fell on Li Yunshan and Chen Yu, and both of them had slightly changed their faces.

Chen Yu smiled and saluted Shen Lang with a fist, and said, "I just saw Brother Shen during the banquet, and I haven't had time to come over to say hello, it's really rude." ”

Shen Lang said with a smile: "How dare I ask the number one talent of Dongyun Kingdom to take the initiative to greet me, it's rude for me." As he spoke, he looked at the cave of the Autumn Wenxin, and his face showed surprise, "Hey, Brother Wang, there is still a Winter Wenxin here." ”

Chen Yu's face changed greatly, and before he could speak, he heard Shen Lang reciting: "Suddenly, like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloom." ”

"Troubled mountains and snowy nights, lonely candles and strangers."

Seeing that the Wenxin of Winter was about to fly out of the cave, just as Shen Lang's third line of poetry was about to be exported, Chen Yu shouted: "Brother Shen, slow down, dare to gamble!" ”

Shen Lang suddenly stopped, and looked at Chen Yu with a smile: "Brother Chen, what do you want to bet on, how to gamble?" ”

Chen Yu stared at Shen Lang and said slowly: "Just bet on whether Brother Shen's next poem can make you harvest this winter's literary heart!" ”