The red light flashes, and the glow color flows.

The text composed of red glow emerged one by one, clearly presented in front of everyone, whether it was the ministers in the palace, or many people in the royal capital, and the readers, they could clearly see the words condensed by the glow.

The ancient palace is sparse, and the palace flowers are lonely and red.

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At the end of the day, the Yellow River flows into the sea.

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Three days into the kitchen, wash your hands and make soup.

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Red beans are born in the south, and a few branches are sent in spring.

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Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear

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Not one or two, several, dozens of songs, but a whole hundred, at the same time, in the flash of the red glow, one by one the words were condensed, a hundred articles, written down at the same time.

"Hiss......"

In the palace, the ministers gasped, and all of them stood up, looking at the poems condensed in the night sky above their heads in surprise, their faces full of shock.

The White Tiger Team was like this, and the soldiers and eunuchs and maids next to them were also full of astonishment, they had never heard of it before, and at the same time a hundred poems began, which was simply incredible.

"It's too-"

Sun Xiaoman and Bai Miaozhen opened their mouths wide in surprise at the same time, watching a hundred poems written down at the same time, almost doubting life.

"This kid—" Wen Liang also stood up in surprise, his eyes flashing and excited.

"This son, is it a god who can't go down to earth? Wen Yu sat there, dumbfounded, with thoughts in her heart.

Outside the palace, the people and scholars in the royal capital were even more shocked, they looked at the words condensed by the glow in the sky on the poetry platform, and they all suspected that this was fake, how could anyone compose a hundred poems at the same time.

However, around the poetry platform outside the palace, everyone saw very clearly, Ying Wuxin did compose a hundred poems at the same time, he used his qi to resist ink, and at the same time wrote poems on the white paper on the vast desk, everyone saw clearly.

This time, it was the turn of the scholar to recite the song dumbfounded, because at the same time, there were a hundred songs, and they didn't know which one to recite.

"Hmph, now that you're so in the limelight, how long do I think you can last?" Qin He sneered, but he was not annoyed, he was impatient, and wrote his poems step by step.

Because he knows very well in his heart that this competition is about the quantity of poems, not the quality, nor the speed, even if he can make a hundred poems at the same time and suppress the opponents on the hundred poetry platforms in the royal capital, what can he do?

For a while, how many times he can hold on, how long he can last, and finally fail, he will become everyone's laughing stock.

was also calm, naturally there were Liu Yuan and others, there was no panicked look on their faces, but a shocked expression still appeared on the old face.

After all, it should be unintentional, it's too dazzling and colorful.

"Okay, it's worthy of being a great talent. The onlookers watched the excitement and naturally applauded, only the readers were very disdainful, but in the depths of their eyes, they could still see their shock.

No matter how long he should have been preparing for it, just writing down a hundred poems at the same time shows that his intelligence is extraordinary, and his means as a Taoist sect are also very superb.

"Hmph, I'll have some bells and whistles, see how long you can last?" Zhou Qian sneered.

Fang Cheng originally wanted to laugh at it, but when he saw that a hundred poems were written, not only did they all meet the requirements, but their quality was actually quite good, his heart began to be a little worried, but on the surface, he naturally refused to admit defeat, and said: "That's right, this time it's about quantity, not speed, what's the use of writing so fast?"

Should be unintentionally deaf, quickly write a hundred poems, and start directly again, or a hundred, as a second-stage Taoist, his memory ability is unprecedentedly strong, and the use of brain power is also very superb, so writing a hundred poems at the same time, there is no difficulty at all, but it is to control the airflow and write the ink, which caused him a little pressure, but after gradually becoming proficient, he quickly adapted to it.

"That's too powerful, it's still a hundred songs written at the same time. ”

The onlookers were amazed, and the faces of the onlookers became more and more ugly, because the first batch of 100 people came to the stage, and they had not finished writing the poems, and they had already started the second time, which simply threw them away.

This result alone is enough to show off for a lifetime.

Two hundred complete.

Three hundred complete.

Four hundred complete.

Five hundred complete.

When the scholars began to change people on the poetry platform, they only wrote 100 articles in 100 articles, but they should have written 500 articles in one person without intention.

Whether it is speed or quantity, it completely crushes the opponent.

"The halberd is sunk in the sand and the iron is not sold, and the grinding and washing recognize the previous dynasty. Dongfeng does not have a relationship with Zhou Lang, and Tongque Chun locks Er Qiao. ”

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"Being alone in a foreign land as a stranger, thinking of relatives every festive season. The remote knowledge brothers ascended to the heights, and there was one less person in the dogwood. ”

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"It is common to see it in King Qi's house, and Cui Jiutang has heard it a few times before. It is a good scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and it is a good time to fall in the flowers. ”

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"The moon is falling and the sky is full of frost, and Jiang Feng is sleeping. Hanshan Temple outside the city of Gusu, the bell rings in the middle of the night to the passenger ship. ”

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"The darker moonlight is half a family, and the Beidou is dry and the South is oblique. Tonight, I know that the spring is warm, and the sound of insects is new through the green curtain. ”

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Liu Yuan and the other old men, silently reciting the poems they had just seen in their mouths, their faces were a little more intoxicated, and they were already secretly frightened in their hearts, and they made hundreds of poems at the same time, each of which looked quite superior, and the average level was already comparable to their proud masterpieces, and the good ones made them dare not compare.

The five hundred poems that came out in this way, how can the hearts of the people not be shocked.

In the palace, the ministers and the members of the White Tiger team all left the banquet, and in the center of the square, they watched the poems in the night sky together, and were amazed.

At this time, even Zhao Anbang and Feng Qinglu and other literary veterans had to nod their heads in appreciation, putting aside the quantity and speed, the quality of this poem was extremely high, and they all had to sigh to themselves.

"Your Majesty, according to the current trend, it will be easy for Ying Dacai to win!" Yang Shuyu greeted with a smile.

Wen Liang and Wen Yu stood side by side, looking up at the poems, reciting silently in their mouths, and they had completely taken Yang Shuyu's words as wind in their ears.

Six hundred.

Nine hundred.

One thousand fifteen.

Three thousand.

In less than half an hour, under the illumination of the glow of the Wenhe River, all the three thousand poems have been presented, and the people who read them were amazed, and the faces of the readers turned black one by one, because they had only made six hundred poems here, which was still prepared in advance, and in the back, the speed would become slower and slower.

On the other hand, Ying was unintentional, and still wrote a hundred songs at the same time, without the slightest pause in speed, which couldn't help but remind people of his feat of completing three hundred and five ballads in one go in the county town.

Now it has been completed in one go, with 3,000 poems and essays, without the slightest pause, compared to the county town, it is even more bullish, and the next is the moment when everyone witnesses the miracle.

It's only been less than half an hour, and Ying Wuxin has already done 3,000 poems, and he hasn't seen a single word yet, which shows his power.

Everyone wondered how many poems they would be able to write after tonight.

10,000, 23, 30,000, 40,000, 50,000.

"Xiao Daoye, if you write 100,000 songs directly, you will definitely win, and you don't have to compare with them. Wang Banxian raised his glass and shouted excitedly.

The people in front of them were stunned, 100,000 poems, I heard it wrong, the civilization of Sanzhou has been inherited for thousands of years, and there are only tens of thousands of poems, which should be unintentional If one person makes 100,000 poems, then where will they put the faces of these readers.