Compared with the morning, the number of students who took the written test in the afternoon was nearly ninety percent, hundreds in the morning, and now there are only 40 students left in the major colleges who participated in the second half, and among these 40 people, the three major academies of Hangzhou Academy, Yangzhou Academy, and Suzhou occupy the most, almost more than half.

Hangzhou Academy also had three heads eliminated in the first half, and there were still seven people left at the moment, Wu Kongming, Meng Changsheng, Feng Sheng, Qiao Sheng, Ma Yuming, Liu Yong, and Li Chang.

In the afternoon, the competition is no longer confined to the poems and scriptures in the books, but really assesses the personal talents and ink in the chest of the students who participated in the competition.

The subject matter is not limited, poems, words, songs, fu, as long as it is an article, and finally the winners are selected by the teachers of the masters and teachers of the courtyards present, divided into three rounds of competition, into ten, into four, and then by the last four people to decide the first place in the poetry meeting.

"In the second half of the poetry meeting, the first round begins, please read the questions..."An old man in a gray robe with white hair came out to announce the start of the exam, and as his words fell, behind him, two Confucian students lifted out a screen, on which hung a folded painting: "Bang la!"

The picture scroll opens, a picture of the river rushing, the green mountains on both sides, the sunset on the horizon, obviously from everyone's hands, although the picture scroll is sketched slightly, there is no coloring, it is far less clear than the mobile phone photography in the previous life, but the charm is self-contained, at a glance, it gives people a sense of immersion, it seems to really see a mighty river flowing from in front of you, day and night.

"Mountains and rivers and rivers!" Meng Changsheng stared at the picture scroll in front of him and groaned for a while, and began to think, if it was just a pure description of the rivers and rivers and rivers, he had a lot of memories in his mind, including many famous poems, but looking at the river collapse map in front of him, if he just looked at the big river in the painting, it gave people a sense of the mighty river in the bowels, but in the lower reaches of the river, a round of sunset slowly fell, but it made Meng Changsheng feel a little more depressed at the end of the sunset.

People can't help but give birth to a kind of sunset infinitely good, just the melancholy loneliness near dusk, pondering for a while, after some weighing, Meng Changsheng has a choice in his heart, and begins to do it, moistening the pen, writing, and writing the dragon and snake, without the slightest pause, and Wu Kongming like him.

As for the others, most of them were still in contemplation at the moment, and the people around them couldn't help but look at the scene when they saw Wu Kongming and Meng Changsheng being the first to write, especially when they saw Meng Changsheng's vivid pen, most of them couldn't help but be surprised.

Wu Kong Ming is famous, the last session was the first place in the poetry and literature club, known as the first talent in the south of the Yangtze River, it is not surprising to have this strength to write so quickly, but Meng Changsheng is the first time to come to Hangzhou, and he used to be a small talent in Chen County, but when he came here, he was really unknown, and he was surprised to see that Dream Changsheng also started writing like this.

However, after Meng Changsheng and Wu Kongming started to work, some people began to write one after another, followed by Meng Changsheng and Wu Kongming, Zhao Yan of Suzhou Academy and Su San of Yangzhou Academy, both of whom were the top four in the last poetry meeting, and Qiao Sheng, Feng Sheng and others also followed.

The afternoon competition is divided into three rounds, three hours, one round of one hour, half an hour of examination, half an hour of review, half an hour later, the first round of examination is over, many students who participated in the competition have handed in their own test papers, and more than a dozen evaluation teachers present jointly reviewed and reviewed.

More than a dozen judges of the master on the high platform above, the expression is also wonderful, when you see a not very good article, you will frown and even show dissatisfaction, when you see a good article, you smile, it seems to see something pleasing to the eye, and some emotional teachers can't help but be emotional when they see the good article.

No, after a while, an old master with a white beard saw a masterpiece, and he couldn't help but pat his thigh excitedly and cheered.

"Seconds, seconds, such an article, as a famous poem, really worthy of the first talent of Suzhou Academy, to write such a masterpiece, rare, rare. ”

Everyone present also looked at Su San of Suzhou Academy when they heard this, and Su San's handsome face also showed a smile, faintly with a bit of pride, although the old master did not say his name, but it was already better than saying his name, the first genius of Suzhou Academy, who else besides him Su San.

After the old master opened his mouth excitedly, several old masters around who were in charge of the review couldn't help but turn their heads to look at it, all of them showed praise on their faces, although they didn't show the excitement of the old master before, but they also praised a few words without hesitation.

"Su Sangongzi is very talented, he entered the top four in the last poetry meeting, and it seems that he is very likely to win the championship this time!"

Many people outside the Moxuan Building saw that many of the masters who were judging inside praised Su San's article so much, and they didn't open their mouths to speculate.

"Princess, the first place in this poetry meeting will not really be won by this Su San!"

Next to Zhao Feixue, the maid Birong was a little worried, glanced at Su San in the direction of Suzhou Academy, and then glanced at Wu Kongming in the direction of Hangzhou Academy, she was concerned about Wu Kongming, and naturally thought that Wu Kongming could win the first place in the poetry and literature club again.

"You, this is called caring and messing. Zhao Feixue shook her head helplessly when she heard this, the poetry meeting in the second half has just begun, this is only the first round, and there are still two rounds behind, even if Su San is performing well now, who can guarantee that he can perform well in the next two rounds, and now Su San is performing well, who knows that Wu Kongming and others' articles will be worse than Su San, but Zhao Feixue didn't say much, she knew that her maid had planted love for Wu Kongming, although she was not optimistic, but she didn't plan to pour cold water, shook her head, and continued to wait and see.

Looking at the eyes, from time to time to look at Meng Changsheng, because of the reason for the last chance encounter and rescue, among the many students who competed, she was most concerned about Meng Changsheng, and she was still a little curious, how could Meng Changsheng be a strong monk, how could he enter Hangzhou Academy, and also came to participate in this poetry meeting, in her impression, most of the monks are obsessed with cultivation or power, but few monks are from literature.

"Dad, who did you say would win the first place in the first round of the competition?"

Next to Lin Qitong, Lin Yuefu was also curious and asked Lin Qitong.

"I guess it's Wu Kongming. ”

Lin Qitong groaned for a while, looking a little casual, in fact, he didn't really care about this poetry club when he came here, but for the dream of immortality, but he doted on Lin Yuefu tightly, and Lin Yuefu couldn't bear to answer after asking.

"Then what about that son, can he enter the next round? Lin Yuefu asked again, with a bit of brightness in her eyes.

"Who?" Lin Qitong asked, following the direction pointed by Lin Yuefu, which was the direction of Hangzhou Academy, instinctively his heart tightened, thinking that his baby daughter would not fall in love with anyone, but he had not yet determined who Lin Yuefu was referring to.

"It's the son who sat next to Wu Gongzi. Lin Yuefu said.

This time Lin Qitong locked the target, it was Meng Changsheng, his eyes were slightly condensed, and his eyes observed Meng Changsheng without leaving a trace, in fact, he had been paying attention to Meng Changsheng from the beginning, but he couldn't see the depth of Meng Changsheng, so he was also a little unsure of Meng Changsheng's identity, and he was not sure whether the Meng Changsheng in front of him was the Meng Changsheng who was in charge of Hangzhou Wuwei today.

Whether it is the same person, or a coincidence, Lin Qitong is still a little unsure, and he came here today to determine this matter.

His eyes moved, and then he turned his head to look at Lin Yuefu, but Lin Yuefu was panicked by Lin Qitong's gaze for no reason, and he didn't know what to panic about, his instinctive eyes dodged, and his pretty face was slightly red: "Dad, what's wrong?" asked on his lips, but his eyes were a little evasive, and he didn't dare to look at Lin Qitong.

Lin Qitong looked at his daughter's somewhat red cheeks and flickering look, paused for a while, but suddenly smiled: "It's nothing, it's just that I suddenly feel that my father's baby daughter has grown up, and it's time to find a lover..."

"Daddy!"

Lin Yuefu's cheeks flushed instantly, and she instantly lowered her head in shame, but when Lin Qitong saw it, the corners of her mouth raised, the smile on her face became a little bigger, and her eyes glanced at Meng Changsheng with deep meaning, thinking in her heart, if Meng Changsheng in front of her was really the master of the martial guard, if Yuefu could marry the other party, it would be an excellent choice for herself.