The readers present will smile heartily, and secretly scold Ying Wuxin for being so cunning, and even wants to use the conditional constraints as an excuse to excuse his poor writing in the future, but unfortunately, the county magistrate, his eyes are like torches, and he saw through his tricks at once, and deliberately did not set detailed conditions and constraints.

It was only said that it was an opportune situation, which was also inevitable, after all, it was a preface for the attic, and it would be too inappropriate to write other content.

Such a simple request, no matter how cunning it is, cannot excuse the poor writing of the essay in the future, because such a simple request is almost equivalent to no restrictions.

If Ying Wuxin still can't do a good job, then he has no excuse to find.

Everyone's eyes looked at the past, and now everyone is very curious in their hearts, whether they will write an essay or not.

Ying Wuxin stood in front of the table, picked up the brush, dipped it in the polished ink, and glanced at the Jinshui River outside the window, and his eyes extended to the lower reaches of the river, and the woods on both sides of the river.

After a while, he retracted his gaze and began to write: "Yuzhang Ancient County, Hongdu New Mansion." The stars are divided into wings, and the ground is connected to Henglu. The three rivers and the five lakes are controlled, and the Ouyue is controlled. Wuhua Tianbao, the ruins of the dragon light shooting bull fight; outstanding people, Xu Ru under Chen Fan's couch. ”

Seeing that Ying Ying had no intention of waving the ink, the pen walked casually, and dozens of words were written in an instant, all in one go, without any pause, and everyone looked at it curiously.

On the one hand, there were already scholars, who passed on the content that should have been written unintentionally, in cursive script one by one, to people outside, including Zhixian, Mo Ji, Gao Cailu, Wen He, Feng An, Kong Jingwen, Meng Feiyu and the old people present, and then passed it on to the following readers.

The words are neat, and the battle is good, but it is still the beginning of the old set, and there is no new connotation. Zhixian smiled faintly.

All the old men nodded.

However, Wen He and Feng An, Kong Jingwen and Meng Feiyu and others were already very surprised, this should be unintentional and really able to write prose, at least at the beginning, these are not practiced, and they can't be written.

Mo Ji and Gao Cailu glanced at each other, they both gritted their teeth and clenched their fists with hatred, but they didn't say anything, originally they thought that they should not intentionally estimate that there would be an obvious mistake at the beginning, after all, he came in a hurry, and he was in a hurry to write a pun, although it was only a beginning, but the many requirements of pun wen were enough to make him make a mistake.

Then they can laugh at the megalomaniacal guy to their heart's content, and stomp his face under their feet and ravage it constantly.

However, the reality gave them a heavy blow, and they should have no intention of doing it in one go, and there was no mistake at the beginning after writing, neither of them could find any omissions, although everyone present did not recognize how good this beginning was, but they also did not point out the omissions.

This shows that there is really no problem, both of them are surprised, full of grievances, and want to have a seizure, but there is no place to have a seizure.

Ignore them and continue to write:

"Xiongzhou fog column, Juncai Xingchi. At the turn of the summer of Taihuang Pillow, the guests and hosts enjoy the beauty of the southeast. The Yawang of the Governor Yan Gong, the halberd is coming, and the Yifan of Yuwen Xinzhou is temporarily stationed. Ten days of vacation, winning friends like clouds; thousands of miles to welcome, full of friends. Teng Jiao Qifeng, the word sect of Master Meng, purple electricity and green frost, the arsenal of General Wang. The gentleman is the slaughter, the road is famous; ”

At this point, more and more people gathered around Ying Wuxin to watch, and everyone nodded silently, the writing was smooth and neat, and the words also showed the humility that a reader should have, as well as the praise for the organizers of this gathering, in terms of written etiquette, there was no fault.

At this time, everyone has gradually been attracted by the content of Ying Wuxin's writing, and no longer pays attention to Ying Wuxin's identity, although everyone sees that there are many place names that have not been heard of in the text, but there are not too many doubts.

The land of Sanzhou is huge, the traffic is blocked, most of the readers are rarely able to go out, many place names are not known, the original is normal, plus the war more than a hundred years ago, the five countries are divided, and a lot of place names have been changed, resulting in the memory of the place names of the readers now is a little confused, and it is impossible to distinguish whether it is the old name before, or the new name.

Therefore, everyone had doubts in their hearts, and they didn't think much about it, at this moment, in their eyes, this gorgeous and neat prose is the most attractive.

"The time is September, and the order belongs to the third autumn. The water is exhausted and the cold pool is clear, and the smoke is condensed and the twilight is purple. Riding on the road, visiting the scenery in Chong'a, the Changzhou of the emperor's son, the old museum of heaven and man. The mountains are towering and green, and the sky is heavy on the top; Heting Zhuzhu, the lingering of the poor island, and the Guidian Lan Palace, that is, the posture of the hills. ”

Ying Wuxin as a Taoist hero, for the use of physical strength, very superb, in order to pursue speed, he wrote cursive, so even if there is a special scholar next to the copy, the speed is also a lot slower, when Ying Wuxin wrote here, the content of the second copy of the scholar has just come out.

After seeing it, the faces of the magistrate and the old men present all changed, the former had a gloomy face and clenched his fists slightly, while the latter's old eyes flashed with excitement.

As for Mo Ji and Gao Cailu, after seeing the new content that came, their faces became ugly.

Seeing that the speed could not keep up, the scholars changed their strategy, and the two of them copied a paragraph at the same time, one copied the top and the other copied the bottom, and finally folded the two pieces of paper and put them together, counted one as one, and passed it on.

The magistrate and the others on the top floor saw the third piece of paper that had been passed over, their eyes flickered, but they could no longer speak, and the attic on the top floor was quiet, except for the occasional sound of some people swallowing saliva.

The reader in the attic below, seeing the content on the paper handed down, is also a face drastic change, this prose is written here, there are more than 300 words, should not be intentional not only a little mistake, the writing is smooth and neat, the words are also very suitable for the current environment, it can be said that it is very appropriate.

Looking at the cursive writing on the paper, all the readers felt that it was not cursive at all, nor ink, nor words, but a sparkling golden style.

Ying Wuxin got up, rubbed his sore wrist slightly, looked around, everyone's eyes were immersed in the paper in his hand, the expression on his face was shocked, shocked, surprised, excited, ecstatic, joyful, happy, and so on, even in the eyes of the magistrate, there was a little more admiration and appreciation.

Mo Ji and Gao Cailu were full of impatience, eager to explode on the spot, but they could only endure it, their faces were full of chagrin and resentment, they regretted letting Ying Wuxin come in, and they were even more resentful of this hateful guy for writing such a gorgeous and beautiful prose, so that they themselves had to admit that this prose was excellent.

With a smug smile, Ying Wuxin thanked Wang Bo in his heart, said forgiveness, and wrote again:

"Clothed in embroidery, carved overhead, the mountains are wide and clear, and the river is shocking. Lu Yan slammed on the ground, Zhong Ming Ding Food House, ship maze, green finch and yellow dragon. The clouds are gone, and the color is bright. Luoxia and lonely birds fly together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky. The fishing boat sings at night, ringing on the shore of the poor Peng Li; the geese are frightened, and the sound is broken in the pool of Hengyang. ”

"Good. A good Luoxia and the lonely bird fly together, the autumn water is a long sky, it is really the grand scene of the autumn of the Jinshui River! Last year, I had traveled to the place, and I saw this beautiful scenery, but unfortunately there was no talent in the chest, and I could not depict it. A young man in blue who was watching from the side suddenly shouted excitedly, pointing to the words written on the table, excited like a scholar with the title of the gold list.

"Quiet. ”

Ying Wuxin glared at him, this guy was too excited.

The others also frowned sideways, showing displeasure, this guy is so annoying, what kind of mess will this make.

"Sorry, so excited, I'm quiet, I'm quiet. The young man in blue said.

Outside, the magistrate sitting on the Taishi's chair finished reading the fourth content, and sighed gloomily: "Luoxia and the lonely bird fly together, the autumn water grows together in the sky, as soon as this sentence comes out, what other pun can be compared to the world, this pun essay collection, it seems that there is a good article that moves the world." ”

As he spoke, Zhixian clenched his fists fiercely, and the green tendons on the back of his hands became violent.

The people present are all readers, and the youngest has also read books for more than ten years, maybe they may not be able to see all the good things about this pun, but they also know that this article should be the first in the three states and five countries, and there is no other pun that can be compared.

The good prose prepared by his son, now it seems that it is less than one percent of this prose, even if it is taken out, with Zhuyu in front, everyone will agree that the unintentional prose is the best.

Thinking that he tried his best, but in the end he fulfilled Ying Wuxin, a little Taoist, Zhixian's heart was bitter and resentful, but he couldn't think about it.

Mo Ji and Gao Cailu were already sitting on the ground, their faces gloomy and desperate, they already knew the next result, Ying Wu's pun will become the preface to this newly built attic, there will be no controversy, all the readers present will agree, because even if they are unwilling in their hearts, the two of them have never agreed that this pun is the first in the world, not to mention other readers.

Wen He and Feng An glanced at each other, they both smiled bitterly, they knew very well in their hearts that this time they should have no intention of becoming famous in the world again, as soon as this pun came out, no one in the world could compare.

What's even more scary is that he should have no intention of participating in the Spirit Monkey Festival, which is completely improvised, as can be seen from the fact that he did not prepare a joint recommendation letter, but even if he participated in a hurry, he won the first place.

Now he is in a hurry to cross the river, stumped by the things here, and once again he can write on the spot, and he can still write such a wonderful and beautiful article that can be called a masterpiece, and his literary brilliance and profound talent are enough to make people marvel.

Thinking that Ying Wuxin was only fourteen years old, at such an age, he had achieved two literary achievements that were the first in the world, and the two of them had the idea of cherishing talents in their hearts, but thinking that he was a third-stage Taoist, this idea could only be extinguished.

After all, cultivators are more promising than scholars, and at the age of unintentional learning, no one will be able to learn in the future, and the two of them are not qualified to preach anything at all.

The two of them were like this, and the other people at the top, including those old men, also had similar thoughts, but when they thought of Ying Wuxin's identity as a Taoist, they could only shake their heads and sigh in disappointment, indignant in their hearts, why did such a talented man actually enter the ranks of cultivators.