"Okay, if you say it, we will ask Wang Liuyun, the son of Mr. Wang Mo, the elder of the Shuiguo literary circle, to be the referee, and he will judge whether the ballad meets the requirements. Mi Liujin invited with a smile.

The crowd on one side dispersed, and a plain-clothed man of about thirty walked up, hugged his fists and said: "In Xia Wang Liuyun, I came to your country last year to pick up my father Wang Mo home, and met my old friend in the county town so I spent some more days, and now I just happened to encounter this kind of thing, so I have to be cheeky to be a witness, I, Wang Liuyun, use the reputation of the Wang family as a guarantee, there will definitely be no favoritism, of course, as a person from the water country, I will not let my friends be deceived." ”

As he spoke, Wang Liuyun stepped aside and wrote on the desk, "This is the request of the ballad, please take a look at it and confirm that there is no objection, please sign it." ”

Ying Wuxin took a look at it, the conditions were basically not bad, but on the basis of the original, Wang Liuyun added an article, the ballad must have something to say, and it cannot be empty and fantasical.

"This guy, sure enough, is in the same group as Mi Liujin, it seems that I asked his father for an autograph, this guy has been haunted by it, and he has stayed until now. ”

This may seem like a simple request, but it blocked the only way for literati to compose hundreds of ballads.

Because if it were just the previous requirements, someone who was good at the battle of music and rhythm might have written hundreds of songs, but many of them must have been just cranky and humming things, which conform to the rules, but have no practical meaning and connotation.

"I added a clause, there must be something to say, as a reader, I think you have no objection, since it is a ballad of both poetry and song, if it is a few empty words of humming, how can it be called a ballad, isn't it an insult to the poetry and words must be friendship, and the song can move the beautiful essence of people. Wang Liuyun introduced with a generous smile.

Although he knew that this guy was unintentional at a critical time, most of the readers present were a little angry, but they couldn't say anything, because what Wang Liuyun said was reasonable.

"Yes, it should be like this, otherwise we only want to fight and rhyme humming words, what is the difference between the cries of birds and beasts, we, as literati, naturally have to make articles that have something to say, otherwise what is the use of writing nonsense. A young man shouted.

Next to him, Li Zhengdao looked at the young man, his eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Bastard, how can you put conditions on the fly. Wang Banxian roared angrily, and Sun Xiaoman and Bai Miaozhen next to him both cast appreciative glances.

This time, they all supported Wang Lao very much and dared to be the first.

"Didn't Ying Dacai also temporarily change the rules of the ring, we just made the previous requirements clearer, why not?" Mi Liujin said.

Wang Banxian blushed for a while, and couldn't speak anymore.

Wang Liuyun smiled and said, "Ying Dacai, what do you think?"

Ying Wuxin quickly recalled the three hundred and five chapters of the Book of Poetry, nodded and said: "Mr. Wang is worthy of being born in a famous family, and this ability to adapt to emergencies is really a must, and he is worthy of being the son of Mr. Wang Mo." ”

Wang Liuyun's face darkened, but he still smiled: "It's over, it's over, it's really amazing, Ying Da is really powerful, the book Journey to the West and the preface of the Wang Pavilion of Ju Wenteng are all played on the spot, which is just as amazing, and this time I think there should be an amazing performance." ”

Ying Wuxin glanced at him, didn't want to talk to this cheeky guy anymore, walked to the desk to sign, pressed the handprint, Mi Liujin smiled and cast an appreciative look at Wang Liuyun, and also went over to sign and press the handprint.

This temporary requirement was planned in advance, because of the previous conditions, there was indeed a loophole, although this loophole wanted to succeed, it was very difficult, thinking that he should write the preface to the Pavilion of King Lu Wenteng within one day, everyone was afraid, so they asked Wang Liuyun to come over and add another restriction.

The reason why Ying Wuxin was about to agree to fight in the ring was to make it difficult for him to ride a tiger, and now that he has succeeded, Mi Liujin is naturally overjoyed.

The two signed and pressed their handprints, Wang Liuyun read it aloud, and then bowed to the sky and said, "The dragon god is above, please be a witness." ”

With this step, neither of the two parties who signed the contract would want to break the contract, because although the dragon god is gone, its residual power is still there, and it can still drive the law, send down heavenly punishment, and let the person who breaks the contract die.

Seeing this step, the hearts of the onlookers were suspended, and in the courtyard, Hua Hongyu knelt down and wept bitterly: "Engong, I will always remember your kindness, if I can get out of trouble in the future, I will definitely serve you for a lifetime." ”

Seeing Ying Wuxin in the ring, the other little girls also understood what was going on, and they also knelt down, kowtowing and crying one after another, looking moved.

In the ring, Wang Liuyun smiled and waved his hand: "Ying Da Cai, let's clear, the moment for you to become famous again in the world will come soon." ”

Ying Wuxin smiled and said, "If your father knows what you did today, I don't know what he will do to you when I am famous in the world again?"

Wang Liuyun's face was ugly for a while, today's events came back, he would definitely be punished by his father, but if he could defeat Ying Wuxin, it would be worth it, as for Ying Wuxin really succeeding in the ring, he didn't think about it, because this is simply impossible, once the number of ballads exceeds 100, there is something to say, even God can't complete it, this time Ying Wuxin will definitely fail, stay in this green building and write a lifetime of songs for women, it will definitely become a laughing stock in the mouths of all literati in the three states of the world.

"I'm looking forward to it. Wang Liuyun said with a smile.

Mi Liujin also smiled thiefly: "Ying Gongzi, your 10,000 taels of silver ticket, when the sun sets, it will be mine." ”

Because the time is agreed on one day, until the sun sets, he should be unintentionally unable to write 300 ballads, even if he fails to fight in the ring, the 10,000 taels of silver tickets he took out will belong to Mi Liujin.

"You don't need the sun to set, the results can be out before noon, open your dog's eyes and see okay, today's master I want three hundred ballads in half a day. Ying was unintentionally arrogant, walked to the side of the desk, picked up the brush, and dipped it in ink to write.

Wang Liuyun and Mi Liujin gritted their teeth, with gloomy faces, and walked over to watch.

"Guan Guan Ju Dove, in the river island. My Fair Lady, Gentleman.

Jagged wattles, left and right flowing. My Fair Lady, I covet it.

I can't ask for it, but I can't think about it. Leisurely, tossing and turning.

Jagged wattles, picked left and right. My Fair Lady, Friends of the Piano.

Jagged wattle, left and right. My Fair Lady, bells and drums. ”

......

"The leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost. The so-called Iraqi people are on the water side.

Tracing back to it, the road is obstructive and long, and tracing from it, like being in the middle of the water.

The leaves are desolate, and the white dew is not dawning. The so-called Yi people are in the water of the Mae.

Tracing back from it, the road is blocked and climbing, and tracing from it, just like in the water.

The so-called Yi people are in the water.

Tracing from it, the road is blocked and right, and tracing from it, just like in the water. ”

......

"Hooligans, hugging cloth trade silk. Bandits come to trade silk, and I seek to come.

Send the son to wade Qi, as for Dunqiu. I am scared, and there is no good matchmaker.

There will be no anger, and the autumn will be for a period of time.

Take advantage of the other wall, in the hope of recovering the customs. I didn't see the resumption, and I was crying and rippling.

Seeing the resumption of customs, laughing and talking. Erbul Zhen, no blame.

Bring the chariot with me, and bribe me to move.

The mulberry has not fallen, and its Ye Woruo. Yu dove, no mulberry;

Yu is a woman, and there is no delay. The scruffiness of the scholar can still be said;

The woman's timidity cannot be said.

The fall of the mulberry is yellow. Self-inferior, three-year-old food poverty.

Qi water soup soup, gradually car drapery. The woman is not happy, and the gentleman is not happy.

Scholars are also reckless, two or three of their virtues.

At the age of three, she is a woman, working hard in the house, dreaming of sleeping at night, and having a bright future.

As for the violence. The brother didn't know, and he laughed.

Quietly think about it, bow down and mourn yourself.

And you grow old, and you always make me resentful. Qi has a shore, and Xi has a pan.

The banquet of the total horn, smiling and smiling. Swear by it, don't think about it.

But if you don't think about it, you're already gone!"

......

"Picking the weed, picking the weed, and the weed also stops. It is said that it will return, and the years will not end. ”

......

"Jing Nu Qishu, I am in the corner of the city. Love but not see, scratching his head and hesitating. ”

......

Should have no intention of moving the pen like the wind, waving the ink, a moment of effort, wrote five ballads, while there are scholars reciting, after the onlookers heard it, they unconsciously sang with the chant, all nodded and praised, sure enough, there is a battle, there is a rhyme, there is something to say, all meet the requirements of the ring.

Wang Liuyun watched from the side, his face was ugly for a while, and his eyes looked at Ying Wuxin's requirements for playing in the ring with jealousy, he thought it was already very high, even if he was a scholar, if he wanted to make one, it would take him several days, so no one rushed to the ring, because the time was too short, it was not enough.

For Ying Wuxin, it is even more so, what he only learned yesterday, even if he didn't sleep last night, it was only a day, and now he has made five ballads that meet the requirements, and his literary style has already thrown ordinary readers dozens of streets away, and he has no way to compare with him.

What's even more terrifying is that Ying Wuxin is still working hard to write, the sixth, seventh, eighth, ninth, and tenth chapters, almost like flowing water.

Mi Liujin on the side was even more stunned with wide eyes, originally thought that he should not be able to write a single article, but he didn't expect that a cup of tea would not be able to write ten articles, as a businessman, he didn't understand this, but Wang Liuyun next to him understood, he didn't stop it, which means that these ballads all meet the requirements.

"It's okay, what about three hundred, I don't believe he can write three hundred?" Mi Liujin kept comforting himself in his heart.

Under the ring, Sun Xiaoman and Bai Miaozhen glanced at each other, and they both quietly pinched their arms.

Hurt.

I'm sure it's not a dream, it's really reality right now.

But in such a reality, both of them felt unbelievable, they should have no intention of writing ten ballads in such a short period of time, and each of them met the requirements, which was unbelievable.

Not only the two of them, but the other onlookers were also full of suspicion, suspecting that they were dreaming, but they knew very well that even if they dreamed, they could not dream of ten songs that met the requirements, and they understood that they were indeed in reality.

The sun was gradually rising, and the table next to Ying Wuxin was full of written ballads, one next to the other, one pressed against the other, and there were already dozens of them.

......

"The moon is shining. Brilliant people. Shu Jiao is entangled. Quietly tired.

The moon rises brightly. The best people are scared. Sorrowful. I'm tired.

The moon is shining. The best are burning. Shu Yao. It's hard work. ”

As the scholar recited, the person in charge of the statistics raised the record to fifty.