One hundred taels of silver is nothing to everyone present, even if it is a child of a poor family, he can take out a thousand taels of silver casually.

Ji Chen, who had not spoken, was finally ready to speak, he looked at Fang Jingyu and said, "Why don't we add some color heads separately outside these color heads?" ”

Fang Jingyu was interested: "How do you want to add it?" ”

Ji Chen looked at Xia Tiantian and asked, "How many spirit stones do you have?" ”

Although there are more than 2,000 catties of spirit stones in his ring, but the one who can really take them out and use them is only one catty and five taels, which is his monthly salary and reward, and the remaining more than 2,000 catties are unknown from unknown sources, and they can be used secretly, once they are taken out, they will be in trouble.

Xia naturally said: "Fifteen and a half pounds!" ”

Ji Chen nodded, "I have a pound and a half, that's enough!" ”

Then, he looked at Fang Jingyu and said, "Then how about adding seventeen catties of spirit stones alone?" ”

As soon as he said this, the audience gasped, seventeen catties of spirit stones, this color head is really terrifying, even some gate valves can't take out seventeen catties of spirit stones in a year.

Even Xia naturally choked on his own saliva and coughed violently a few times.

Ya looked at Ji Chen with a confused expression.

No, with my consent or not, you pressed all my spirit stones up.

This is all my net worth, and if I lose, I will go bankrupt.

Fang Jingyu's original smiling expression on his face was a little frozen, he didn't expect Ji Chen to bet so much and play so ruthlessly.

Where did this guy get his confidence? Are you so sure he'll win?

Ji Chen's self-confidence, he is a little unconfident.

You must know that this is an improvisational poem on the spot, not a casual poem, even if the exquisite poem you prepared in advance is useless.

Seeing the mockery in Ji Chen's eyes, Fang Jingyu was a little annoyed, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, then seventeen catties." ”

After speaking, he took out seventeen catties of spirit stones from the storage magic weapon and put them on the table, and the rich spiritual energy suddenly overflowed.

A maid stepped forward with a tray and put away the spirit stone.

Ji Chen also took out his one-and-a-half-pound spirit stone, and then looked at Xia Tiantian.

Xia naturally reluctantly took out the spirit stone and put it on the table.

"This is all my net worth, if you lose, I will definitely find you desperate."

Due to the loss of spirit stones, Xia Nature's color head turned into silver, and he took out a silver ticket of one hundred taels and put it on the table.

After the maid put away all the colorful heads, everyone's eyes looked at Xia Liyun and Zhao Chengcheng.

It was proposed: "For the sake of fairness, it is better to have two nobles on this subject." ”

After all, all students are participants, and it is unfair for anyone to come up with the question, only two noble people who did not participate in the question are fair.

Xia Liyun turned his head to look at Zhao Chengcheng: "Come out, you are better at this." ”

Zhao Chengcheng began to think about what to ask, and the maid also began to distribute pen, ink, paper, and inkstones.

Ink is ready-made ink that has already been grounded.

It is common for scholars to gather and recite poems, so these are prepared in advance.

The distribution of pen and ink was completed, and Zhao Chengcheng also thought about the topic.

"The Northern Wilderness is about to go to war, so let's take the war as the theme, and everyone will improvise poems."

After speaking, she picked up the scale on the table and tapped it gently, "Let's go!" ”

When the words fell, the audience was silent, and all the students and Confucian students began to think hard, or to find inspiration, or to beat the draft in their chests.

Ji Chen also recalled the poems about war in his previous life, there were many poems related to war in his previous life, but what impressed Ji Chen the most was Xin Qiji's poem.

So, Ji Chen took the pen and dipped it in ink and prepared to write.

When everyone saw Ji Chen lifting the pen, they were immediately surprised, they thought about it so quickly.

They don't even have a little inspiration yet.

Even if some people have inspiration, they are still working on the draft and repeatedly scrutinizing it in their hearts, after all, once they put pen to paper, they can't revise it.

Including Fang Jingyu and Xia Tiantian, they are also still working on the draft.

A Confucian student next to Fang Jingyu saw Ji Chen lifting the pen, and couldn't help but sneer: "Start writing so quickly, if you want to win the first lottery, don't pile up a poem with rhetoric throughout, it's flashy." ”

Ji Chen dipped the ink and said: "Inspiration is coming, thoughts are like springs, don't vomit or be unhappy, all of you combined, if you can make a better poem than mine, I will no longer write poems from now on." ”

"Oh, joke!" The Confucian suddenly sneered, "If you really have this ability, I will kneel down and kowtow to you to admit my mistake." ”

"Okay, remember what you said, all the scholars are witnesses!" Ji Chen said lightly.

"Huh! Arrogant! ”

Even the other Confucian scholars felt that Ji Chen was a little crazy, and he didn't even look at everyone present, could he be able to compare everyone alone.

Xia naturally couldn't help but remind, "You can't do it, this is not a joke." ”

It doesn't matter if he loses the spirit stone, but if Ji Chen stops writing poetry from now on, his future will be ruined.

Ji Chen picked up the ruler, pressed it on the rice paper, picked up the pen and began to write.

Xia Tiantian and Lin Yunhai were very surprised, so they turned their heads to see what poems Ji Chen could write.

Ji Chen's pen and ink were flying, flowing smoothly, and he wrote the first sentence.

Drunk and looking at the sword!

The first sentence amazed Xia Tiantian and Lin Yunhai.

Xia naturally couldn't help but read it.

When everyone heard this, they were all amazed.

Including Xia Liyun and Zhao Tingcheng, it is also refreshing.

Fang Jingyu's face changed slightly, and the first sentence came out.

"What a beautiful word!"

Lin Yunhai's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but open his mouth to admire, this word is not like any family, it is a school of its own, and it is not inferior to any family.

Immediately after, Ji Chen continued to write.

He writes a sentence, and Xia naturally reads a sentence.

Drunk and looking at the sword,

Dream back to blow the horn company camp,

Eight hundred miles under the command,

Fifty strings flipped outside the plug,

Autumn soldiers on the battlefield,

The horse-made Lu is fast,

The bow is like a thunderbolt,

But the king's affairs are in the world,

Earn the name before and after death,

Poor white happens!

Ji Chen put down the pen, and Xia naturally finished reading.

In an instant, there was a deathly silence in the courtyard, and everyone was shocked by the poem.

All immersed in the mood of this poem. That hearty patriotism, that kind of loyalty to the monarch and pride and ambition pushed the mood of this poem to the top, and the ending fell suddenly, and the strong contrast between dream and reality expressed the grief and indignation of the hero.

At this moment, a scene appeared that surprised everyone.

I saw that every word on the rice paper began to glow.

The dazzling white light filled the air, drowning the surroundings, and there seemed to be a burst of the sound of a golden iron horse coming from inside.

In the courtyard, everyone changed color, and they all watched this scene in amazement.

Vision!

It turned out to be a vision!

Everyone was shocked that the poem contained a vision.

Xia Liyun and Zhao Tingcheng were also stunned, Xia Liyun was okay, she had already seen Ji Chen's words cause a vision.

Zhao Tingcheng was particularly stunned, after coming to Beizhou, he had heard all kinds of rumors that Ji Chen's poems caused visions, and today he saw it.

(End of chapter)