At this time, it was only the beginning of the hour, that is, there was still an hour and a half, and it was noon.

"Fifty, it's already fifty, this great talent really deserves his reputation!"

"Demons, it's just demons. ”

"Nonsense, this must be the Wenqu star in the sky. ”

"This ring has only been set up here for three days, and it was only a day when a talented man came yesterday, and now he has written fifty ballads that meet the requirements in this meeting, can he really write three hundred?"

The onlookers were extremely shocked and discussed, although they were impressed by Ying Wuxin's literary brilliance, but when they thought that there were two hundred and five articles behind, their hearts also beat drums.

"Don't worry, since Xiao Daoye dares to come, he is ready, three hundred ballads are only, and they can be written in a while, and they will not delay our lunch meal." Wang Banxian said.

Sun Xiaoman and Bai Miaozhen glared at him fiercely, at this time, they were still in the mood to eat, they were all worried about dying.

In the courtyard of the house, Hua Hongyu and the others were still kneeling, and when they heard the discussion outside, they were shocked and even more sad, such a talented man should have become the dazzling star of the Jin Kingdom, but now he was dragged down by them.

Thinking of the bad ending, Hua Hongyu and the others gritted their teeth, and they had the heart to die.

......

"Bright white horse, eat my field seedlings.

The maintenance of the silk is eternal and present.

The so-called Iraqi people are at ease.

The white horse eats my field.

The maintenance of the silk is forever.

The so-called Yiren, Yu Yanjiake.

The white horse is bright and white, and he thinks about it.

Ergong Erhou, Yiyu is indefinite.

Be cautious and travel, and think about it.

A white horse, in the valley of the sky.

A bunch of raw people, its people are like jade.

There is no golden jade sound, but a reverie. ”

As Ying unintentionally pulled out the finished paper, the man in charge of the statistics next to him sweated profusely and shouted: "One hundred." ”

Mi Liujin jumped to his feet in a hurry, because until now, Wang Liuyun still didn't speak, which means that he has written a whole hundred ballads, all of which meet the requirements, and the time is only at the end of the day, not to mention the night when the sun sets, that is, it is still early at noon.

At this rate, they should be able to finish writing 300 articles by less than noon, and then they will be finished.

Seeing that Ying Wuxin did not pause at all, and continued to write the one hundred and one articles, Mi Liujin glanced at Wang Liuyun impatiently.

Wang Liuyun glanced at him, gritted his teeth and shook his head helplessly, the rules have been set, and he has no way to break them, all the songs that should be written unintentionally at present meet the requirements, this is not something he can control alone, because there are many people present who are literate, and they are not stupid, so they naturally have the ability to distinguish.

"It's not time yet, it's only a hundred. Wang Liuyun comforted softly.

Compared with the current difficulty, Wang Liuyun is still more reliable to wait for Ying Wuxin to write, after all, there are still two hundred articles behind.

Mi Liujin had to grit his teeth and wait resentfully.

"It's a hundred, it's really hard to imagine, how did Ying Dacai go to so many places, so that he has such a deep accumulation and literary talent, and can write so many ballads with different styles?"

Sun Xiaoman was glanced at by Miaozhen, his expression had relaxed a lot, seeing that Ying Wuxin had written a hundred articles in such a short time, they also had a lot of confidence in their hearts, believing that Ying Wuxin could finish writing three hundred articles, after all, there was a book of Journey to the West in front, and there was a preface to King Teng's Pavilion.

"It seems that what Senior Brother said is right, after all, I didn't see Ying Wuxin's strengths. In his heart, Sun Xiaoman blamed himself slightly.

"Wuxin junior brother is too powerful, after today, I am afraid that in the literati of the world, he will be promoted to an unprecedented height. Bai Miaozhen's beautiful eyes were full of admiration, and she said with a happy smile on her face.

"Can you also make a ballad and publish a book this time?" Wang Banxian was thinking about other things, but he didn't care much about the content in the ring, because he knew very well that Ying Wuxin would definitely be able to write three hundred, not only three hundred, but also five redundant articles.

This is a game without any suspense, and Xiao Daoye will definitely win.

At that time, the more than 300 little beauties in the house will all become the women of the little Taoist.

"I don't know if Xiao Daoye will stay a few, or all of them, can you give me a few as daughters-in-law?" Wang Banxian thought, looked into the house, and saw those little beauties kneeling on the ground, crying pear blossoms with rain, and felt that his heart was about to melt.

......

"Uncle Yutian, there is no one in the lane. Isn't there a dweller? It's not as good as an uncle. Xun is beautiful and benevolent.

Uncle Yu hunting, no drinking in the alley. Don't you drink alcohol? It's beautiful and good.

Uncle Shiye, no horses in the alley. Wouldn't you be as good as an uncle? Xun is beautiful and martial. ”

With the sound of the scholar chanting, the man in charge of the statistics raised the record to one hundred and fifty-nine.

At this time, it was just now, and there was still an hour before noon.

More than 150 sheets of paper with black ink cursive writing were on the tables in the ring, and the wind was blowing, like a piece of music.

And in the eyes of Mi Liujin, so many blank papers are simply the paper money that was scattered after his death, one hundred and fifty-nine ballads, Ying Wuxin did not take a break, nor did he pause for a moment, which shows that there must be a lot of stock in his mind.

But the scholars who recited, the servants who arranged the papers, and the people who counted the numbers were so uncomfortable with the sun that they were so tired that their voices were hoarse.

"It's okay, it's only halfway through, and I don't believe he can write 300 articles. Wang Liuyun watched from the side, gritted his teeth angrily, clenched his fists, his face was pale, slightly hideous, and his eyes were even more fierce and abnormal.

You should concentrate without distractions and continue to write at a rapid pace.

Chapter 160, 61, 62, 63.

Chapter 170, 71, 72, 73.

Chapter 180.

Chapter 190.

Two hundred.

When the number reached two hundred, the man in charge was weak, collapsed in the ring, had fainted, was stunned, he knew that once the number of his statistics reached three hundred, what it would mean, it meant that the rice six catties were finished, and he would also be finished.

"Waste, come again. Mi Liujin scolded angrily.

And the scholars who recited have already changed several times, because the speed of Ying Wuxin's writing of ballads is too fast, they can't rest, and their voices will be dumb after a while, so they can only change people and take turns to fight.

"Two hundred, my God, if I hadn't been there in person, I really couldn't believe that one person could write so many ballads in such a short period of time, all of which were basically right, rhyming, and had something to say, as if the author had experienced it himself, it was amazing, it was incredible. An old man with gray hair exclaimed.

The other onlookers were also immersed in shock, in fact, since the first article, their shock has not stopped, but wave after wave, constantly rising, rising, and rising, to this day, most of them who have been shocked are speechless, just standing there stupidly, numbly listening to the statistics of numbers.

"It's two hundred, it's about to win, you should have no intention, come on. Sun Xiaoman shouted anxiously, and unconsciously, she had forgotten to deal with the unintentional hatred.

"Brother Wuxin, you can definitely do it, I believe in you. Bai Miaozhen also smiled and encouraged.

"Eun Gong!"

In the courtyard of the house, Hua Hongyu and other little girls kowtowed and cried bitterly.

In the ring, Ying Wuxin's face was uncertain, his eyes were focused on the paper, carefully recalling the content of the poetry in his mind, without the slightest interference from the outside world.

......

"Friendship with mulberry trees, there are warblers and their feathers, gentlemen are happy, and they are blessed by the sky.

Handed over to the mulberry, there is a warbler, a gentleman is happy, and the screen of all nations.

The screen of the Han, a hundred for the constitution, not difficult, not blessed.

Wooing for it, the purpose of the wine is soft, the other is a bandit, and ten thousand blessings are coming. ”

When Ying Wuxin finished writing "Mulberry", the man in charge of the statistics shouted: "The two hundred and seventy articles." ”

The crowd was in a commotion, two hundred and seventy, and there were only thirty ballads left from three hundred, according to the speed that should have been unintentional before, these thirty articles could be completed in a while.

At this time, Ying Wuxin's writing speed was still fast, without the slightest slowness, thinking that he had written two hundred and seventy ballads in one go, all of which met the requirements of the ring, many people kept shaking their heads like stupid, and muttered in their mouths: "It's too powerful, it's too powerful, this must not be a human being, it is the god of literature in the sky." ”

Although it is just a ballad, it rhymes with the battle and has something to say, which is not much worse than ordinary poems, and considering the special requirements of the ring here, everyone feels that these ballads are more rare than poems.

"Two hundred and seventy, two hundred and seventy. Mi Liujin kept walking back and forth on the side, babbling non-stop, and his face was even more panicked.

At this moment, there is still a long way to go before noon, and at the speed of Ying Wuxin, he can definitely finish writing, as long as he still has the song in his head, it is basically impossible to beat the other party in this game by time.

The only hope is that at the last moment, he should be exhausted and unable to write again, even if he writes 299 articles in the past, he will still lose.

"Yes, yes, we still have a chance, as long as he can't write the last one, or doesn't meet the requirements, I can definitely win, I can win. Mi Liujin said.

Wang Liuyun stood there with an extremely gloomy face, his shoulders had been slumped, and his eyes were full of despair, he knew in his heart that this time in the ring, he should have no intention of winning.

Because when the other party came, he clearly had enough courage, and the three hundred articles were deliberately proposed by him, and most of them were also prepared.

"How can this be? How can a person make so many ballads in one day, how many places he has been to, how many things he has experienced, and how high his literary talent can he write so many songs that meet the requirements?"

In his heart, Wang Liuyun shouted unwillingly.

......

"King Wen is diligent, and I deserve it.

When I think about it, I seek determination.

The fate of the week, Yu Yisi. ”

"Chapter 299. The statistician cried.

The crowd was excited, and their eyes looked at the stage brightly, waiting for the last one to be completed.

"Silk clothes are beautiful, and they are full of clothes.

From the hall to the base, from the sheep to the cow.

Naiding and moses, looking at them.

The purpose of wine is soft, not Wu is not Ao, and Hu Kao's rest. ”

"Chapter 300. The statistician shouted and sat down on the ground with a look of despair.

Mi Liujin stared at Wang Liuyun's mouth, waiting for him to speak, and then the other party was stupid

Any reaction.

"Haha, we won. The onlookers cheered excitedly.

"Wait, this 299th article doesn't meet the requirements. Mi Liujin said.