Talent jumped three feet.

Out of the county to test talented.

Dafu poetry is a foot away.

This...... Three-foot talent......

They are all readers, and they still have this basic knowledge.

The knife and pen clerk sitting at the county test exit was closest to Zhou Dagu.

He clearly saw that the talent on the paper was jumping, and in an instant it came to three feet, as if it had smashed into his face.

His eyes were moist: "I'm Cai County, when did I have a Mingzhou poem!" ”

"I have witnessed history!"

"I ...... Die without losing! "The scribe is the smallest, but he is also a scholar.

The three-foot talent was suspended on the paper, and Zhou Dagu was sweating heavily.

He also couldn't have imagined that without the help of a saint, writing a poem of Narushu would be such a difficult poem for his current self.

If not, at the last moment, an unknown talent poured into his body and helped him put pen to paper.

I'm afraid that with the talent in his body, it will not be enough to write this Narushu poem at all.

He slumped in his chair and let out a long sigh.

Who knew that this breath would blow the talent in front of him.

"Oops!" In the county school, the screams of countless people rang out.

This is their Mingzhou poem in Cai County!

It can't be changed!

Without talent, the paper instantly became heavy.

The table for the county school exam is not a good thing in the first place, how can it withstand the weight of thousands of catties.

"Bang, the table is broken!"

The talent, which was still suspended on the paper, was shocked by this and completely left the original manuscript of the poem.

Talent falls in the grass.

More than a dozen pine trees, which had grown to the waist of a person, were suddenly replenished with talent, and once again grew wildly.

In just a moment, the pine trees were higher than the crowd, higher than the county government wall, higher than the top of the inner hall, and covered the sky.

Guo Xianling raised his head as the pine trees grew.

"Click!" He held his neck and sighed quietly: "It's so high! ”

A pine leaf falls in response, and the fallen leaves flutter.

Falling into the hands of Guo Xianling, he carefully looked at the fallen leaves in his hands.

He suddenly looked up and aimed at the sunlight in the cracks in the pine forest.

"At that time, people didn't know Lingyun Mu, and they waited until Lingyun was high."

His voice was small, but it could reach everyone's ears as soon as the wind blew through the pine forest.

Qiao Xiancheng sighed with admiration, he regarded Zhou Dafu as a junior before.

But now, he found that he needed to lift his neck slightly to see Zhou Dafu clearly.

"Zhou Dagu, what a genius! At that time, people didn't know Lingyunmu! ”

"Who knew Zhou Da Gu Zhicai before, but now who doesn't call him high!"

The students looked at the pine trunks and exchanged ears.

"Yes! How bad people were at that time! It's still difficult for Zhou Dafu, if it weren't for my hard work, I'd rather not take the exam than accompany Zhou Dafu, alas! Now his talent was overwhelmed by those people! ”

"Yes, the people are bad, brother, you are not a good person, obviously I am the last person who did not care about the influence, so everyone left together!"

"Alas! I'll be fair, we didn't do it right, and the court may be held accountable in the end, I'm older, let me take care of this matter, I'm the one who took the lead! ”

"! I shouted Zhou Dafu first! ”

"The luggage I watched for Zhou Dafu!"

"My sister-in-law is the same age as Zhou Dafu!"

"Isn't it ...... you play this with me?"

"Noise!" Qiao Xiancheng's face was serious: "The official can see the truth of the matter clearly, everyone has contributed, this time, the official promised not to look for you again!" ”

"However, you have to remember that I asked Zhou Dagu to come back, and he came back for the exam!"

"Alas! I'm a kind-hearted person, and I didn't expect him to be able to write a Narushu poem, unexpected joy, unexpected joy! ”

Guo Xianling was puzzled: "Qincheng, it's not my order to you!" ”

"My lord, don't talk nonsense!"

"Qiao Qincheng! You're going to take credit for me! ”

"You ......"

One student shouted, "Look, the pine tree is shining!" ”

On the pine trees, the vision of heaven and earth is not completely over.

There is a golden talent that falls from the pine trees!

The next compartment next to Zhou Dagu was his old acquaintance, Hou Gongzi.

Hou Gongzi still has some talent, although not much, but it can't be said that there is no at all.

He saw the vision of heaven and earth formed by Zhou Dagu.

But he was next to him, thinking that he could see it directly, so it was better to finish writing his own poem.

But when, the vision of heaven and earth was formed, and he suddenly felt that his poems were written very unnecessary.

There is only one last line of the poem left.

He looked up at the pine tree and was distracted, who knew that a golden light of talent fell from the pine tree.

At that moment, a poem suddenly appeared in his head.

He had never felt so literate.

He dipped the tip of his pen on the inkstone and wanted to put it down, but found that the inkstone was dry.

Hou Gongzi hit his head with the barrel of a pen: "I'...... Damn it, why did I get this ink! I...... What a damn one! ”

The scholar opposite him raised his head, shook his hand and threw a black object: "Hou Gongzi, use mine first!" ”

The inkstone flies, and the first thing to fly is the ink.

The ink Feihou Gongzi had a face, he didn't feel it at all, dipped the pen in the remaining ink on the inkstone, and hurriedly put down the pen on the paper.

The scholar's face on the other side instantly turned black: "It's over, I wanted to please, but this is a shame on him!" ”

He still owes Hou Gongzi money!

You can't double it now!

Hou Gongzi wrote the last stroke, he looked at the poems on the paper, and threw the brush worth a hundred taels in his hand.

On top of poetry, talent grows.

Under the poetry of Naruto, his talent is not able to attract the attention of others at all.

However, it was enough to make him excited.

"I've also written a county poem?"

Poetry is talented, that is, out of the county!

Hou Gongzi lay on the bookcase, staring at his original manuscript of poetry, and on the top of the manuscript, a layer of talent with high hair swayed in the wind.

Hou Gongzi shed a man's tears: "I'm really a talent, and I'm talented!" ”

In the fiercely competitive examination room of Cai County, talented poetry proves that there is a chance to become a talent!

He squinted his eyes and looked at the scholar opposite: "Good brother, you don't have to pay back the money you owe me!" ”

The scholar on the other side looked shocked, separated by pine trees, and he couldn't see the talent of Hou Gongzi's poetry.

He only wondered: "Hou Gongzi, do you like this?" Like to be thrown away? ”

He shuddered, he couldn't even think about it!

The pine tree is a real pine tree.

The last talent is dancing in the wind.

In the compartment away from the gate of the county school, an old scholar wrote the last line of poetry on a piece of paper: "Hahaha! ”

"Hahaha! My old Fan is really a genius, and his poems are out of the county! I should be a fan prodigy! ”

He looked at the splendid articles on the original manuscript of the poems, and he was nine inches of talent.

Fan Zijin looked up to the sky and smiled.

He looked up and wondered, "When will there be ten pine trees here?" ”

"Huh? What is that? ”

The talent qi in mid-air floated between his eyes, and he stretched out his hand before holding the talent.

Talent suddenly fell and fell on his poems.

Nine inches of talent instantly increases, and the talent is more than a foot!

When it is Tak Fu.

The anomaly is generated, and the sea of flowers surrounds Fan Zijin.

He clutched his chest: "Ou! ”

He pumped!

Pumped over!