The students in Yanbei Prefecture saw that Zhu Qianwen was going to write poems, and they all showed disdain, who didn't know the names of the two talents of Xiangzhou Zhu Niu.

One is to take the path of martial arts, and the other is to be admitted to the supplementary examination.

In addition to going to school, what does the two have to do with the show!

"Zhu Langjun, don't lose your face!"

"I know you're greedy for money, but you can't ask for it! Let's go home and do business! ”

"I have a business that is very profitable, it depends on whether Zhu Xiucai is willing or not, and the night is fragrant!"

The literati are the most serious, and there is no scolding of the father and mother on such occasions, which is already worthy of the festive atmosphere.

I heard that in the early dynasties of the first emperor, the military generals of Wenchen could directly mingle on the main hall!

Zhu Qianwen's face was slightly red, and he didn't know if he was scolded or nervous.

Niu Ruxian leaned behind him: "Don't worry about Lao Zhu, I remember his face, that kid can't go back!" ”

Zhou Dagu grabbed Zhu Qianwen's sleeve: "Brother Zhu, don't write!" ”

Zhu Qianwen was puzzled: "You don't like me either?" ”

"There is Dong Da Confucian, Guo Fujun is here, if you write a poem that should not be written, I am afraid that they will see it!"

Zhu Qianwen nodded, this is also the reason why he has been hesitating, embarrassment and losing his name are two different things!

In Kyoto, Hua Daru lives in the Qinglou all year round, and the Daru thinks that he is a loser when he thinks of his name, but there is no one who does not praise the Qinglou poems he wrote for being spiritual and lifelike.

He is not afraid of being embarrassed, afraid of losing his few literary names!

"Okay, then I won't write it yet, and when everyone can't stop it, I'll come out again to turn the tide!"

Niu Ruxian doesn't care about these at all, he is a martial artist, for him to win, what is the use of writing poems or not, and it is not war poems!

"You can write it or not, the sky is falling, and there are people in Xiangzhou to hold it! When will it be our turn to speak! ”

There are only three lifting places in Xiangzhou every three years!

In fact, in the early days of the founding of the country, the number of children in each state was the same, and later for some reasons, the number of places in the imperial examination has been changing.

In the past hundred years, the demon barbarians have invaded frequently, in order to stabilize the pass of the Jade Gate of the Two Realms.

The people of Xiangzhou began to advocate the martial arts cultivation method that could have combat effectiveness faster, and slowly abandoned the Confucian and Taoist cultivation method.

And the imperial court also made it easy to learn martial arts and difficult to learn literature in Xiangzhou out of some considerations.

In the past ten years, Xiangzhou has raised people to test, and only the top three can get the name of the lifter!

Therefore, Xiangzhou Juzi is much more powerful than other state juzi in the imperial examination.

In terms of trial strategy, it is much weaker.

Zhu Qianwen sat down, the students of Xiangzhou looked at each other, and an old man who was nearly sixty years old stood up.

Most of the children are four products and one realm, so the four grades of Confucianism are the realm of lifting people, and this old man is no exception.

This kind of person has been devoted to poetry and rhetoric all his life, and he has also spent his whole life with a sigh of writing.

The old man stood up: "I have a poem, I hope that Dongda Confucian, Guo Fujun will taste it!" ”

Immediately, two small officials came to the old man with the table, he picked up the brush, on the rice paper, the pen walked the dragon and snake for less than a moment, and the paper was full of anger.

The eyes of everyone present were attracted to him.

The old man is anxious, and he has a talent for stabilizing poetry.

In the middle of the talent, a dragon boat flew out and slid in mid-air.

"Looking at the dragon cruise ship in the river!" Niu Ruxian read this sentence.

Only by virtue of this sentence, the old man liberated the dragon from his talent, and the dragon traveled in the air to accompany the boat.

The eyes of the students in Yanbei Prefecture converged on him: "Who is this lifter?" ”

"It's very powerful, seeing that he has already reached the mansion by writing poems, can he really be Mingzhou?"

The Qingxue Mansion Confucian Temple shook, and the Xiangzhou students were waiting for the second sound of the Confucian Temple with their ears sideways.

Zhou Da looked at the old man's puzzled eyes and couldn't help sighing.

He doesn't have much other experience, but his experience in writing Mingzhou poems can't be caught up by others.

The poems have the image of Narushu, and when people write Narushu poems, they will also indulge in the vision, and even see them more clearly than others.

Poetry is born in your hands, and you are promoted by the power of poetry, which is the real understanding that Mingzhou poetry brings to people.

However, Lao Juren's eyes are hesitant and clear now, which means that he hasn't thought about it at all, where is the last sentence?

Guo Fujun also found out about this scene and couldn't help but sigh: "It's a pity! Talent is no longer rising, it seems that it is Dafu poetry! ”

Dafu poetry is not easy, but this is the Dragon Boat Festival, not only Xiangzhou students but also Yanbei students.

What's more, Dongfang Gui, who Dong Daru has always valued, has not yet written poetry, and he looks proud.

If you don't make a move, you will be scared.

Guo Fujun looked outside, and there were constant fireworks.

A sword light firework bloomed, and he raised his head to feel a gust of sword qi wind blowing into the Dragon Courtyard Tower.

Guo Fujun's face was displeased, this was a prelude to someone trying to get out of trouble.

The people in the Lotus Sect thought it was dark under the lamp, but they didn't know that the old man was reading the books of the sages, and he was the most sensitive to the breath of the Lotus Sect.

I haven't done it, but it's just a steady strategy.

Waiting for the Iron Floating Slaughter to do it together, but now it seems that the Iron Floating Slaughter may not be able to kill all the Lotus Cultists.

Guo Fujun couldn't help but wonder in his heart.

How many people did they come, and who were they?

That's the four Iron Floating Statues, and they can't deal with them?!

Lu Tongju saw his eyes, got up and left, the two of them don't deal with each other on weekdays, but in the face of this kind of big thing, they still speak the same tone to the outside world.

Zhou Dagu has been paying attention to the position of the landing judge, watching him get up, and then looking at the fireworks in the sky outside that are getting brighter and brighter.

He couldn't help but show joy on his face: "Vitality is one point bigger!" ”

"Girl! That's all I can do to help you, girl! ”

"Huh? Where did the girl come from! Niu Ruxian ran back and asked, "Where is the girl?" ”

Zhou Dagu shook his head helplessly: "Look, the talent is about to fall!" ”

The old man suddenly increased his anger in front of him, but when he closed the pen, he fell down, only one foot six inches.

He couldn't help but shake his head and sigh: "It seems that the old man is still a little talented, I have been polishing this poem for half a decade, and the result is still so far from Mingzhou!" ”

He looked back at Zhou Dagu, but Zhou Dagu avoided his gaze.

He's waiting, waiting for an opportunity.

Now, he can't help Xiangzhou students get ahead!

The students of Yanbei Prefecture couldn't help but sigh when they saw the poems of the old people, it is one thing for literati to be contemptuous of each other, but it is another thing for literati to love poetry.

"Sure enough, it's still a little close! Always a little bit! ”

"It's not bad to be talented!"

"Now in poetry, he is the first prize, not bad! That's good! It can be regarded as giving them glory for Xiangzhou! ”

"But, alas, look over there!"

Everyone's eyes converged, and Dongfang, who had been sitting next to Dong Daru, returned to the pen!

Xiangzhou students looked embarrassed, this is going to be defeated?