Of course, this is the assumption of the two of them, Zhuang Bufan's heart, he has other plans for death, and what they think is completely different.

However, Zhuang Bufan didn't have the strength to explain this, so he could only let them figure it out for themselves.

Next, it was the situation of the Poetry Immortal Conference, and with this, his heart was full of happiness.

At this moment, the two of them appeared in the life of one person, and I think the world of these people is different.

When someone saw him, his face was extremely embarrassed.

We don't know what they did to cause this day to go on in a strange way.

He touched his forehead and said, "It's all time at the Poetry Immortal Conference, why hasn't the second princess Yan Liuli appeared?"

At this time, Zhuang Bufan couldn't bear it anymore and said to Yan Liu and Yan Fei on the side.

Yan Liu heard him say and said with a smile, "It's not too late, it's not an important meeting." The second princess attaches great importance to the poetry and immortal conference held by the Shixian Pavilion, but it is not necessary to do so. ”

Apparently, he knew it.

When Zhuang Bufan heard this, he felt that it made sense, so he didn't say anything.

He looked at these people gathered here, and the owner of this Shixian Pavilion was a person with a prominent family name, named Yu Wenhua.

His family status is extremely honorable.

has a close relationship with the children of the royal family, and it is precisely because of this that the second princess will come here.

A group of people gathered, and many talented people appeared, such as the talented man of Canaan City, Murong Nan.

There are also some talented people from all over the world, which have to be noticed.

In addition, there is also a local talent in Yancheng, a handsome guy named Yang Dong, whose talent is sought after by countless girls.

This made some other people jealous, especially in Shixian Pavilion, a place where literati and artists gathered, which naturally attracted the attention of more girls.

"Life is full of meaningless things, stirring people to forget everything, when there is a chance for several of them to know that the hardships of life can only be said by those who have experienced it. ”

Zhuang Bufan was with a few of them, listening to Yu Wenhua's summons, and they all came to the stage.

"Okay, everyone came here, it must be for the Poetry Immortal Conference, after all, we are this night, in order to celebrate the successful conclusion of the refining conference, there are a few days of vacation, and people who have been busy in the past can take advantage of this time to get together. ”

Knowing this, everyone nodded, and they all knew Yu Wenhua's official words, and they became more and more proficient.

Those who knew him knew that it was impossible for him to have such an expression in the past, all because of the "Poetry Immortal Conference" held for many years, which led to a sharp mouth.

"Alright, you hurry up and move on to the next process. ”

As a person who is familiar with Yu Wenhua, he shouted loudly and told Yu Wenhua to hurry up, so as not to make her wait in a hurry.

With someone urging, he will naturally be faster, buckle his brain, and continue, "Okay, since someone has raised dissatisfaction, I'll hurry up." I believe that people who have participated in the poetry fairy conference, will not be unfamiliar, and then it will be the round of the lottery, wait a while, people who are interested in participating in this poetry fairy conference, you can go to the front of the stage to draw a strip, the strip will write a variety of themes, as long as you write poems according to the theme, put on the table, then someone will read one by one, if everyone thinks it is good, they will stay. If your poetry is not recognized by everyone, then it is a pity that you are eliminated. ”

Yu Wenhua tried to speak as slowly as possible, so that everyone present could hear it clearly.

Zhuang Bufan listened carefully, but felt that the rules of the game were quite interesting.

"What do you think?" said Yan Fei on the side.

On the other side, Yan Liu shook his head and said, "You know, it's the first time I've come to participate in this poetry immortal conference, and there are some things I don't understand. ”

"I understand, I understand!" Yan Fei nodded, "I know that you are here for the first time, otherwise, we brothers and sisters, it would not be, and I am the only one who knows your identity." ”

The mention of this made Yan Liu's expression unnatural, which made Yan Fei sigh, it seemed that Yan Liu still couldn't get into this hurdle.

A few people continued to talk and laugh, which can be regarded as turning the page.

"Okay, if you want to compose a poem, you can go to the right hand side, there is a red box with the theme I said, and based on this, you think you want to participate in the poetry fairy. ”

After Yu Wenhua finished speaking, he pointed to the red box on the side.

He is the organizer, and at the same time, he is also a contestant, and he likes to compose poetry is one of his great hobbies, otherwise, he would not have held the "Poetry Immortal Conference".

At the same time, there will be no such place called "Shixian Pavilion".

He was the first to come to the red box, and as usual, he was the first to draw, which counted as a demonstration.

When he pulled out a note from the red box that said "Love", he blushed and smiled, "It seems that my luck is not bad, I have drawn a simple theme." Okay, I'm not going to talk to you, I'm going to go and meditate and write a poem for this love. ”

After saying that, he went to the corner alone, ready to worry about this poem.

Those who know him will definitely not mind, because in previous years, this poet has never won a championship.

Every time, someone will not like the poems he made and be eliminated.

This point made Yu Wenhua particularly painful, and he held a competition that he did not win a championship.

This taste, I guess only he knows.

With Yu Wenhua as the start, the others followed closely to the red box, drew their own red bars, and hoped to get easy questions so that he could advance.

Here, a group of people from Yimu Wanyi came to the red box and drew strips.

It seems that the people who can come to Shixian Pavilion are all here for it, and there is no one who doesn't love poetry.

At the same time, I also want to compete with my peers.

In addition to these, there is also Murong Nan, who attracts people's attention, as soon as he comes on the field, he immediately attracts everyone's attention.

His identity is linked to "poetry", and what they pay the most attention to is that Murong Nan is the champion of the previous session.

As a person who can recite poetry, he immediately attracted the screams of some young ladies.

Among them, many people came here for him, just to see this talented man and see him make some dazzling poems.

With these possibilities, this made Murong Nan more confident that he could win this competition again.

However, at the Poetry Immortal Conference, there was really no one who won the championship for a second time.

After all, writing poetry is about inspiration, and if you are not in a good state today, even if the poet is alive, you will not be able to make good works.

I believe everyone knows this.

However, Murong Nan felt that he was in good shape. At the door of the Shixian Pavilion, he once composed a good poem.

I believe that as long as you maintain your good form, it will not be difficult to win the game.

With self-confidence, he drew the theme written in the note, and his confidence increased greatly, he believed in his own talent, and the difficulty of making this poem was like picking up something.

"Haha, I'm in a good state today, and I have drawn a theme about landscapes, and I believe I can make a very good poem for everyone to listen to. ”

He stretched out his big hand, muttered a little on the side, and soon typed a draft in his belly, and quickly spread out the paper, and began to compose a poem.

"Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, it rolls up ten thousand dead leaves on the ground. When you need to provoke people, you only need a breath of fairy air. ”

As soon as this poem appeared, people were surprised when they heard it, and they were surprised, "I didn't expect Xiaosheng's writing to be so good, and the most important thing is to be fast." I had just pulled out a note, still struggling with the subject above. But unexpectedly, someone had already done this, which made me see it first, where to put my face?"

With Murong Nan's poem, these people read it and said it was good.

It is not easy to do it quickly and well, and it is the first time among these people.

This made Zhuang Bufan look at him more.

At the same time, Yan Liu on the side was a little unconvinced, in fact, he was a person who loved to compose poetry, otherwise, he would not have come here.

After all, when you come here, you will meet acquaintances, and I thought that no one knew about his existence.

But he still ran into Yan Fei and let him know.

At the same time, Yan Fei bit his lip and muttered, "This one named Murong Nan is quite powerful, but no one can compare." ”

He had participated in this poetry immortal conference the year before, and he naturally understood Murong Nan's poetic talent.

And this poem, which tells about the arrival of autumn, is overflowing with sadness, however, at the very end, "Just a breath of fairy breath." ”

But the atmosphere of the autumn was empty, and it became high-spirited and full of fighting spirit.

As long as this poem appears, Murong Nan's fame will immediately increase.

As long as it is needed, Murong Nan's promotion is stable and deserved, and there is no doubt.

"Well, if you're not convinced, you can go to the lottery and compete with him. I know you're talented, but you're a little worse than him. ”

Yan Liu was not convinced, and said to him, "I know he is very powerful, but it is not unusual for this poem to be able to do it when I am in a good state." ”

Listening to Yan Liu's words, Yan Fei nodded and said, "Okay, you go and draw lots to see how your strength is." If you can win, your fifth brother will throw himself at you. ”

Yan Fei is a person who loves poetry, and in the face of Yan Liu's words, he disagreed, knowing that this poem is still extremely difficult.

In addition, this is a poetry conference, a competition.

It is not the same as the general poetry scene, it belongs to the fast people who talk quickly, and there is a sense of victory and defeat.

With these, he knows that the style of being able to make a poem is really amazing.

At least, with his current talent, it is not difficult to make a good poem.

However, it is difficult to make a poem in front of everyone, in the present, to satisfy yourself.

At least, he can't!

There is a world of difference between the difficulty of writing poetry here and the difficulty of inspiration in ordinary times.

If the latter is beginner, then the former is hell.

"Okay, I know, I understand! I'm going to draw lots and tell you...... Writing poetry is not as difficult as you say. ”

At the same time, Yan Liu turned around and said to Zhuang Bufan, "Do you want to come?"

Zhuang Bufan shook his head and said, "No, I'm not interested in these." ”

When it comes to composing poetry, Zhuang Bufan prefers martial arts competitions, and only on the battlefield will his heart tremble and his blood will boil.

When Yan Liuyi heard this, he didn't say anything and continued to move forward.

He came to the stage, ready to draw lots.

And where he came from, Yan Fei looked at Zhuang Bufan's indifferent expression and said to him, "Aren't you participating?"

"No, as before, my answer is not interested. ”

The indifferent words are no stranger to those who are familiar with him, however, for Yan Fei, this appearance is unpleasant.

However, Yan Fei still came to Zhuang Bufan's side and said to him, "Let me tell you, the Mu Wanyi you like, the woman in white, loves poetry very much, don't you go on stage to perform?"

He arched his shoulders with his elbow and motioned for Zhuang Bufan to come on stage and give it a try, after all, this is not a regular competition, everyone is here to have fun.

However, Zhuang Bufan remained indifferent.

This made Yan Fei feel helpless, he didn't expect this guy to eat firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea.

Her mind turned, and she couldn't understand why Zhuang Bufan was like this.

However, his eyes lit up and he thought of why Zhuang Bufan did this.

"It must be that this guy's poetry is not very good, the poetry he makes, or rather, this person doesn't know what poetry is, and only then will he have such a reaction. In the face of these, in front of the beloved woman, naturally you can't be ugly. Since you can't do it, you just don't do it. ”

Yan Fei thought that Zhuang Bufan would have such a thought, and immediately smiled, "I know why you didn't go up to draw lots." It turns out that you don't know how to compose poetry, and in front of your beloved woman, you naturally don't want to be ugly, so you deliberately do this. ”

He tried his best to let Zhuang Bufan compose poems on stage, but he had a cold face, which made him especially want to know what this young man in plain clothes was thinking about.

I want to know how the content and sentence structure of such people are different from them.

After all, I'm here to have fun.

He continued, "Still, that's your fault. It is impossible to hide in front of the goddess. If you do this, it will only backfire. You know, if you want to get her attention, you have to make her see you. When you do that, he can't see what you're doing. I don't know what you look like. ”

"After all, you are not a handsome guy, you don't have a beautiful face in the prosperous world, and you can't charm the hearts of thousands of girls. ”

Yan Fei said a lot, in the final analysis, in order to let Zhuang Bufan come to power, go to draw lots, and make a poem.

In this regard, Zhuang Bufan was very helpless, obviously he didn't have such complicated thoughts, and he was about to be annoyed by Yan Fei's quarrel in his ear.

"I don't have as much as you think, okay, I just want to be quiet, without your guessing thoughts. ”

However, Yan Fei didn't understand and thought that Zhuang Bufan was quibbling.

Oh, Yan Fei looked at Zhuang Bufan with a different eye, "I know, I know what you think." If you really don't want to, I won't force it, I won't force it! It's just that this poetry fairy conference is a game, and even if you participate, you won't have anything. ”

"You see, my sixth brother has a lot of concerns, and he hasn't participated in this game yet. ”

As he spoke, he pointed to Yan Liu, who was about to step down, and teased.

It seems that if Zhuang Bufan doesn't go, this young man in blue will definitely make noise in his ears.

"Okay, why don't you go?"

Zhuang Bufan asked back, he could see clearly that the person who had been persuading him did not go himself.

"Oh, then I'll go, and you'll go?" Yan Fei was stunned and asked rhetorically.

"It doesn't matter, I didn't want to go. If I don't go on, you'll be entangled to death, but I'm a trouble-savvy person, and I don't like that. ”

Zhuang Bufan plucked his ears and said helplessly.

He had no intention of participating, but the people next to him kept arguing, which upset him.

"Okay, let's go together. ”

said, without waiting for Zhuang Bufan to reply, he pulled Zhuang Bufan to the stage together, came to the red box, and drew lots.

The two of them quickly finished and returned to their original seats.

Where, there is Yan Liu staying.

Yan Fei saw Yan Liu frowning, smiled, approached him and said, "How is it?

Yan Liuyi saw Yan Fei's hippie smiling expression, and was impatient for no reason, "Hmph, I just can't think of it for the time being, wait a while, I'll remember." ”

"Oh, I see. But the person you look down on, but you remembered it in an instant, and he is much more powerful than you. ”

At this time, Yan Fei was still angry with Yan Liu on the side, so that Yan Liu was full of breath in his stomach, and he wanted to vent but couldn't.

He stomped his foot and said to Yan Fei, "It's just that my topic is a little difficult, it's about animals." What about you? What are you on?"

He had to find something else to talk about.

Yan Fei tore open the note and raised his eyebrows at Yan Liuyi, "My theme is about time, and it's not difficult." It's a lot easier to compare with you. ”

Knowing Yan Fei's theme, both of them looked at Zhuang Bufan and asked, "What is your theme?"

"My subject?" Zhuang Bufan touched his head, he came down from the stage, and he hadn't pulled it out yet.

At this moment, after hearing the questions of the two, I opened the note and saw the word "childhood" written on it.

He looked up and said, "It's childhood." ”

Hearing these two words, the other two were shocked and looked at Zhuang Bufan with sympathetic eyes, "Yours is the most difficult!"

However, Yan Fei smiled happily, "Haha, you got this theme, it's okay, it's okay! As for you, no matter what the subject, you can't make a poem. ”

However, Zhuang Bufan looked at him and said in a relaxed tone, "I have never said that I can't compose poetry." ”

This did not surprise Yan Liu, he did not hear the communication between Zhuang Bufan and Yan Fei.

Otherwise, he would stop Yan Fei as soon as possible and tell him, "This is Zhuang Bufan's nature, you don't have to tease him." ”

"Really, you can write poetry?"

However, this made Yan Fei interested, "You didn't squeak just now, I thought you wouldn't." ”

Zhuang Bufan said helplessly, "It's you who are twittering, and you don't give people a chance to interject at all." ”

Thinking that his previous performance was a bit excessive, Yan Fei's face turned red rarely, revealing an embarrassed expression.

However, he quickly reacted and said to Zhuang Bufan, "It's just that if you draw this theme, even if you know how to compose poems, when you see this topic, your brain will definitely hurt." It seems that you are unlucky and have no way to behave yourself well in front of the goddess. ”

Until now, Yan Fei is still thinking about Zhuang Bufan's obsession with Mu Wanyi.

For the woman in white, in order to let Yan Fei break his thoughts, so as not to think about it again, he had to answer, "No, I just looked at her one more time, not as much as you think." ”

However, this sentence did not dispel Yan Fei's thoughts, and made him smile and said, "Okay, I know what you mean, I understand! I won't make fun of you again." ”

said yes, as for what he thought in his heart, Zhuang Bufan didn't know.

However, as long as he doesn't keep talking about this topic in his ears, what does he think, Zhuang Bufan is not interested in knowing. Read the latest chapter of "Wuzun: Zhuang Bufan's Claw Book House" for free for the first time.