Although there were many ordinary people in the room who had never practiced, it was obvious that a few of the people in the audience were not among them, so of course there was no possibility of mishearing.

Scholar Wu was slightly stunned, but he did not break it, and after chewing it carefully, he found that this poem is a rare masterpiece after being completed in this way, although it is not timely, but the artistic conception is far-reaching, extremely vivid. Although the tone of the pen is bland, there is a faint grievance lingering in the heart, which is really intriguing. I couldn't help but say a "good" word with a somewhat complicated face. This word "good" is not only to praise the poem itself, but also to praise Yu Liang's quick thinking, which is really good.

Everyone in the audience was also thoughtful, and they were silent when they saw that Scholar Wu had not broken it. Carefully comprehending the artistic conception of this poem, thinking that Yu Liang could make this poem like this in such a hurry, I couldn't help but gasp. Although this poem is not necessarily stronger than the previous two works, the key is that it becomes a poem almost instantly, and it can't be faked, and this talent has to be shocking. Everyone looked at Yu Liang with complicated eyes, and then looked at Xu Qinghui, but they scolded secretly in their hearts, but they let this person pick up a bargain.

Mrs. Xu was also smiling at this time, and her eyes were wandering and rippling. The heart said that this child is too likable, if it is ten or twenty years earlier......

Xu Qinghui no longer understands poetry and songs, at this time when he heard the word "good", saw the eyes of the people around him, and finally understood that Yu Liang was helping himself show a big face, and couldn't help but be overjoyed, and said in his heart I don't care about what you cheated me about before. Fortunately, he was not stupid enough to be delirious, and hurriedly clasped his fists and saluted nondescriptly, and said stupidly: "Accept, accept, hehe!"

"Bear a hammer. Everyone complained in their hearts.

But when he heard a cold "hum", Shui Dongliu, who was originally sitting in the hall, didn't know when he actually stood up. At this time, he snorted coldly, and said with an unkind face: "Flamboyant person, I don't like it the most, obviously that kid made it up for you, how did you do this sensationalism?" But I didn't expect it to be a duplicitous person who talks nonsense with his eyes open, which is really disappointing, and this kind of seeming smoothness is actually the most hateful. ”

Everyone was dumbfounded, and Shui Dongliu's words almost scolded everyone on the field.

The old man didn't stop, took a breath and continued: "Thinking about it like this, isn't it because you two juniors colluded and acted in a play for us in front of people?"

Scholar Wu frowned slightly, and said in his heart that the proposition was made by me, aren't you pointing your nose and scolding me? Everyone in the hall also vaguely felt that it was inappropriate, and that champion Lang Ning Jun wanted to speak and stopped.

Shui Dongliu glanced at everyone slightly, and continued: "I thought that the words of "Red Mansion" were old and spicy, the pen was delicate and implied, and the sense of vicissitudes revealed between the lines was even more heavy, no matter how you thought about it, it shouldn't have been written by such a young person, isn't "Red Mansion" actually your copying, or you are not Mr. Xiaoyu at all?"

Everyone was slightly stunned, and said that this is indeed the case, although this Mr. Xiao Yu was invited to come, but Mr. Xiao Yu has never appeared in the world, and there is no one who has ever seen Mr. Xiao Yu in person, so thinking about it, there seems to be no way to prove that this is the real Mr. Xiao Yu.

Yu Liang narrowed his eyes slightly, there was no sadness or joy on his face, but he only felt that the old man might be a little jealous and hateful, so he felt that it was a little excusable, and he was not so angry. He just frowned and asked, "What should I do, sir?"

The old man took a long breath, but he did not completely lose his mind to offend Scholar Wu to death, but said slowly: "Since it is the question from Bachelor Wu, I can't put my beak in it, so I will limit it to a discipline." I'm more than 70 years old, so how about limiting it to seven laws?"

Yu Liang exhaled lightly, and said in his heart that since this is the case, I can't blame me, I wanted to make a mess and make money casually, but you hit my gun.

So he closed his eyes and concentrated slightly, and said in a low voice: "You listen. ”

"The wind is urgent, the sky is high, the ape is howling, and the white bird flies back.

The boundless falling trees are falling, and the Yangtze River is rolling.

He is often a guest in the sad autumn, and he has been on stage alone for more than a hundred years.

Hardship, bitterness, hatred, frost and sideburns, pouring down a new turbid wine glass. ”

After the song "Ascending" is finished, the needles can be heard between the fields.

Scholar Wu's eyes lit up when he first heard the word "wind urgency", and when he heard a sentence, he was already unconsciously chanting in a low voice. It's just that the more I hear it, the more sluggish I become, and I can't even repeat it, and finally I seem to be in disbelief and snatch the scroll in the hand of the person in charge of recording next to me. After reciting it again, he muttered in a dazed voice: "The eight sentences are all right, so neat." In a sentence, every sentence is lawful, and in a sentence, every word is lawful. How can this be? how can it be so?" he said, turning his head to look at Yu Liang as if he had seen a ghost.

When the people who reacted slowly heard this comment, they thought about it carefully, and they didn't feel a huge shock, and they were all speechless. There was silence for a while, and no one could speak.

Finally, it was Lang Ning Jun who took the lead in coming back to his senses, looked at Yu Liang with complicated eyes, bowed his hand and said, "Ancient and modern, admire and admire!"

The head of the text, Song Shouwen, was even more so, and raised his hands high to hold a disciple salute: "I don't see the ancients before, and I don't see the people who come after, be taught and taught!"

There was a sudden uproar in the field, and they all screamed in disbelief, looking at Yu Liang with a frightened face, the more they thought about it, the more terrible they felt, and they said that how could there be such a talented person in the world, and let people not live. The female relatives behind the curtain were even more flickering, and some people were already secretly gritting their teeth and thinking ruthlessly: "Isn't it Princess Qingping, can it be that you can kill me for a man?"

After a long time, the discussion in the audience gradually became quieter, but everyone still couldn't hide their shock.

Scholar Wu settled down, and then said with some hesitation: "This poem ...... Alas, the mountains look up, and I used to feel that some of my complacent works taste like chewing wax at this time, and I am afraid that it is difficult to be able to control it in the world. As he spoke, he turned his head to look at the water.

Shui Dongliu was also shocked in his heart at this time, and for some reason, his Dao heart was quite shaken. sighed lightly in his heart, but he forcibly suppressed a trace of discomfort, and forcibly said with an ugly face: "This poem can be called a masterpiece, but the idea is so far-reaching, and it is not a new work, how can you prove that you did not copy it from the author of "Red Mansions" in the same way?"

Scholar Wu sighed slightly, and said in his heart, why don't you even want your face. I just wanted to say a fair word and try my best to save the reputation of Xiashui Dongliu, but Shui Dongliu said with a ruthless face: ""Red Mansion" has a lot of gloomy meaning of alluding to current politics, I will give up this face today, and bet on my life to clear my name, please do another article, and then tell me how about leaving the country?"

Scholar Wu sighed, this means that he doesn't even want a way back, why is this so? Scholar Wu faintly felt that there might be some hidden feelings in it, but since Shui Dongliu had already gambled on his life to clear his name, he couldn't open his mouth again.

Ning Jun and Song Shouwen also sighed and returned to their seats, while Mrs. Xu looked at Liran with a flash of eyes. Liran has been expressionless, but at this time, he looked thoughtfully at Shui Dongliu, and Shui Dongliu stared at Yu Liang.

Yu Liang couldn't help laughing angrily and said: "It's just a poetry essay, you heard the character and feelings from other people's texts, but when you come to me, you don't recognize them all." If you can find someone who can compare with this "Ascending" Seven Peerless Worlds, don't say that it is this literary name, but my great head is given to you. Shui Dongliu's eyes flashed and said, "Is this true?"

Yu Liang didn't talk, but closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, carefully recalled what he had seen and heard from leaving the country, and said, "I don't know why you want to target me. Since you want to die, then let you die convincingly, and then you have to listen carefully again, and don't admit it anymore. ”

I just wanted to yell: "Bring the pen!" but suddenly thought that I couldn't see the words in my hand, so I could only shout: "Remember!" In my heart, I secretly said that it was time to put the practice of calligraphy on the agenda.

Long Hate Song

The Han Emperor was heavy on the country, and Yuyu couldn't ask for it for many years.

The Yang family has a girl who has just grown up, and she is raised in the deep boudoir.

It is difficult to give up the natural beauty, and once chose the king's side.

Looking back and smiling, the six palaces have no color.

......

In heaven I wish to be a winged bird, and on earth I wish to be a branch.

The days are long and sometimes endless, and this hatred lasts forever. ”

The whole long poem of 804 words is extremely vividly portrayed, making people feel as if they are in the scene, witnessing a moving sentiment and the decay and decline of a dynasty. The writing is beautiful, progressive and smooth, but it is a completely different style from the first climb. In particular, the ending "the days are long and the time is endless, and this hatred is endless" sublimates the whole poem to another realm.

After the whole recitation, everyone in the audience was stunned, those complicated expressions disappeared, and the gaze that looked at Yu Liang was already like a saint.

The few who could react did so had a different response.

Scholar Wu lost his mind and whispered: "One long and one broken, the eternal swan song, this banquet is afraid that it will be famous for the ages, and there are no regrets in this life." ”

Shui Dongliu looked like a smile instead of a smile, but suddenly laughed at himself with some relief, and then his heart shattered, spit out a mouthful of blood, and passed out on the spot.

Mrs. Xu didn't care about the fainting water, but stared at the poem manuscript she had just recorded with burning eyes, snatched it first, and after thinking about it, she simply stuffed it into her chest and hid it.

But Princess Qingping behind the curtain was pale, and she whispered in pain.

Only Liran, who was sitting at the head, had a blue face, red eyes, and a "snap" in his arms, and crushed the wine glass in his hand with a "snap", and shouted "presumptuous!"