Murong Yi did not reach out to take the poem, but looked at the maid.

Miss Yan hurriedly stepped forward and rolled up the poem.

"This poem will be passed down for a hundred generations, how dare the little woman defile it, and ask Bai Gongzi to take it back. ”

Murong Yi stood up and bowed lightly to apologize.

This answer made Bai Zhi's face show a trace of disappointment, it seemed that it would be difficult for him to get the first place in this level.

There are four levels in total, and there is no hurry, the poems can't get the first, and there is still a chance in the next level.

Returning the poem to Bai Zhi, Miss Yan returned to the second floor and stood behind Murong Yi.

"Hua Gongzi, you are the head of the four talents, and I am fortunate to meet you today, and the little woman is very honored. ”

Murong Yi looked at Hua Chenye.

It should be the first time they have met, and Hua Chenye rarely comes to Ninghai City.

This time, I suddenly received a letter of worship, and it was difficult to refuse, so I rushed to the meeting.

He also wants to know what the legendary peerless beauty looks like, and it is really as the outside world says, looking at it is not in vain to look at it.

"Miss Murong is so exalted to me!"

Hua Chenye smiled bitterly.

"This is what we wrote by Senior Brother Hua, and we also ask Miss Murong to comment on one or two. ”

A Tianluo Valley disciple picked up the verse on the table, stretched out his hand and threw it, and the verse fell into the air and appeared in front of everyone.

No one spoke, and all eyes fell on the poem.

"The water of the cave lake is green and the mountains are green, and the holy lord is in love with the morning and twilight. ”

"The palace is sad when I see the moon, and I hear the sound of bell bowels breaking in the night rain. ”

"The world is spinning back to the dragon pilot, and I can't go here. ”

Murong Yi read it word by word, and now the atmosphere was bleak, and a gust of autumn wind blew, and many people shrunk their necks.

The poem is full of vicissitudes.

"Good poetry, really good poetry!"

Many people slapped the table, and Bai Zhi's poem was not bad, but compared with Hua Chenye's poem, it fell into inferiority.

is also based on the theme of Dongyue Lake, and the Holy Lord's love for the morning and twilight is too apt.

How many people have love for Murong Yi.

The moonlight is sad, and the night rain smells the bells.

The world turned around but hesitated, describing his love for Murong Yi, but he didn't dare to step forward, so he could only put it in his heart.

A flute sounded, and at some point, a guqin was placed in front of Murong Yi.

Everyone's emotions are silent in the sound of the piano.

It's the end of the song!

Only then did everyone come to their senses, and they didn't know what had just happened.

"Thank you Hua Gongzi, this poem has improved my piano skills a little more. ”

Murong Yi left the guqin with her green jade hands, stood up and bowed to Huagongzi Nafu, thanking him for the poem.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

There were bursts of applause all around, and Hua Chenye's poem conquered many people.

It can be seen from Murong Yi's expression that she likes this poem very much.

After discussing for five minutes, everyone remembered that the battle between Liu Wuxian and Yin Jingwu had not yet ended, and only the poems of the two of them had not yet been taken out.

The strange thing is that in the first round of poetry examinations, Qiu Baihao of Qinghongmen did not write, he was the last of the four talents, and he was good at painting.

It's normal to take the initiative to give up this level and save your strength.

"Senior Brother Yin, our goal is to win over Liu Wuxie, and we don't need to surpass Hua Chenye's poems. ”

The senior brothers around him signaled Yin Jingwu not to have psychological pressure.

It doesn't matter if they take the first place or not, as long as they can win against Liu Wuxie.

Yin Jingwu nodded, they were right, as long as he won Liu Wuxian and got the ancient spirit bamboo shoots, he would be able to break through the Infant Transformation Realm.

Pick up the verses on the table and fly into the air.

"The autumn cold gives a bath to the cave and the moon lake, and the spring water washes the skin and condenses the fat. ”

"Looking back and smiling, she was born beautiful and beautiful. ”

Seven quatrains, every word is full of teasing.

Describe the clear water of Dongyue Lake, wash your body with its water, and your skin will be like congealed fat.

The last two sentences were even more naked slapping Murong Yi's ass, but I didn't expect Yin Jingwu's licking skills to be so powerful.

A proper licking dog!

It's not amazing, it can only be regarded as average, it may be the relationship between Hua Chenye and Bai Zhi, and their poems completely overshadow the limelight of others.

Everyone looked at Liu Wuxie, and he was the only one who didn't show his verses.

Murong Yi looked expectant.

From the action of writing just now, it resonated with heaven and earth, and Liu Wuxie's poem is definitely a quatrain.

Liu Wuxian was not in a hurry, picked up the verses on the table, and with a slight wave of his hand, the paper flew into the air.

The verses are much longer than the others, and they are written in eight lines.

"The high hall is full of lanterns and wine, and the night bell and the waning moon and geese return. ”

Murong Yi said softly.

The body was suddenly stunned, and when he looked around, the whole person was petrified in place.

At this moment, isn't the painting boat just a high museum, Zhang Lantern wine is rejuvenated, and what shocked everyone was that there was a sound of the remnant bell in the distance, it should be a dilapidated temple, and it was time to rest.

Gusts of geese flew over their heads, and it was already autumn, and they were flying south.

The first two sentences outline the scene clearly.

Other poems, though also outlined, mostly describe lakes, or people.

Like Liu Wuxie, it is unbelievable to summarize the entire Dongyue Lake and even the surrounding temples, how did he know that the bell would ring.

The geese flapped their wings and disappeared over Dongyue Lake.

"I only say that the birds can ask for a couple, and there is no spring breeze to see them off. ”

Murong Yi continued to read.

The previous sentence described these people as birds, courting on a painting boat, and this time it sums everyone up.

Hua Chenye seemed to understand why Liu Wuxie's writing caused resonance between heaven and earth.

Because what he wrote was not a poem, but the avenue of heaven and earth, which summarized people, things, things, and heaven and earth.

"The cave lake is a thousand miles of sand as the shore, and the willows on the side of the white horse are facing the city. ”

The third paragraph describes Dongyue Lake, although it is not thousands of miles, but it also stretches for hundreds of miles, surrounded by yellow sandy beaches, a group of white horses are walking by the river, and the breeze blows the willows, overlapping with the scene in the poem again.

"Don't complain about leaving the country temporarily, Zhijun is welcome everywhere. ”

When the fourth paragraph was read, Shui Phantom was stunned, his body suddenly stood up, and he walked quickly towards Liu Wuxie.

"Brother Liu......"

The water illusion choked up.

"Wonderful, that's wonderful. ”

This paragraph describes that he saw water illusions here, and Zhijun was greeted everywhere.

After a short separation, as long as each other is worried about each other, sooner or later there will be a day when they will meet.

Many of the people who mocked Liu Wuxian just now closed their mouths one after another, they thought that they couldn't write such good poems.

It sounds average, but when you look back on it, every paragraph, every word, overlaps with everything that is happening to them now.

"Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and daylight, the north wind blows geese and snow!"

This section describes the weather, with geese going south, north winds howling, and heavy snow falling.

"Don't worry about the road ahead without knowing yourself, no one in the world knows you. ”

After reading this paragraph, Murong Yi's small hand suddenly covered his mouth, and he looked at Liu Wuxian with a surprised expression.

"What a sentence, no one in the world knows you!"

Hua Chenye suddenly roared.

These two lines turned out to be written to Liu Wuxian himself, which was in line with his current state of mind.

When I came to Ninghai City, I didn't even have a friend, let alone a confidant.

But after tonight, no one in the world knows you.

After tonight, Liu Wuxie's name will definitely become famous in Ninghai City.

Everyone was stunned, is this a poem he wrote.

Murong Yi's mouth opened slightly, she was well-read, and she thought she read books all over the world, but tonight, it opened her eyes.

"Liuwei Piao is selfish, and he has been away from Tianbao for dozens of days. ”

After Murong Yi finished reading, there was a sour feeling in her heart, and this paragraph described Liu Wuxie's state of mind at the moment.

Self-pity and self-pity, no one understands his state of mind, and it has been several months since he left Tianbaozong.

No one spoke.

Liu Wuxian not only described the scene, described the old people, described his own situation, and expressed his state of mind.

There are so many stories in one poem.

"The husband is poor and low, and there is no money for wine when we meet today. ”

After reading the last paragraph, Murong Yi's face flushed with a hint of redness.

After drinking Murong Yi's wine tonight, he definitely can't pay for the wine.

The previous sentence, the real meaning, describes Liu Wuxie's current low realm, and sooner or later, he will soar into the sky.

is not a real husband, but it can be understood in this way, no wonder Murong Yi blushes.

There was silence.

There is not a single sentence in Liu Wuxie's poems that is as white as Murong Yi, but it makes everyone feel that this poem has moved Murong Yi.

"Good poetry, really good poetry!"

Many people threw admiring glances at Liu Wuxie, and there were more than a thousand people, not everyone was hostile to Liu Wuxie.

In the hearts of normal people, Liu Wuxie's poems, except for Hua Chenye's, can compete with one or two, and other people's poems are not worthy of lifting shoes for him, and they are not a level at all.

Those who hated Liu Wuxian naturally made a mocking sound, thinking that Liu Wuxian's poem was difficult to reach the hall of elegance.

Both sides insisted on their own words, and neither side would give in.

There are many disciples of the Qinghong Sect, plus the disciples of the Great Banner Sect, as well as those sons of Ninghai City, all of whom crusade against Liu Wuxie.

Murong Yi is the goddess in their minds, how can Liu Wuxian be touched by a foreigner.

"What kind of bullshit poetry, I don't know anything, in my opinion, in this battle of poetry, Senior Brother Yin Jingwu won, everyone is right. ”

Jia Fengmao stood up and supported Yin Jingwu, thinking that what Liu Wuxian wrote was not bullshit.

"That's right, this poem is chewing words throughout, how can Senior Brother Yin come more directly. ”

Those who supported Yoon Kyung-moo raised their hands in the air, collectively believing that Yoo Wuxie's poem was too bad.

And it's ridiculous.

Only a very few people chose to remain silent, and they knew very well in their hearts that if Liu Wuxie's poem was spread, it would definitely be passed on for a hundred generations.

There were too few people who supported Liu Wuxie, and they were unwilling to support Liu Wuxian at the risk of offending the Qinghongmen, so they could only pretend not to hear.

Whoever is better or worse, everyone is not blind.

Are the people of the Green and Red Gate blind?

Of course not!

They don't want to admit it, once they admit it, it means that Yin Jingwu will lose the jade Ruyi in his hand.

Everyone's eyes had to look at Murong Yi, and she would judge whose poems were better.

And at this time, the verse that was floating in the air suddenly burst into flames.

No one has ever seen such a scene, how can a good poem burn by itself.

There are no aura fluctuations, no elemental excitation, and it is completely self-ignited.

"Look!"

There were bursts of exclamations from the painting boat, and the words written by Liu Wuxian actually flew out of the paper and floated in the air.

What is even more terrifying is that the words begin to arrange themselves and do not know in what direction.