The ancestor of the Tu Shan clan who was seated nodded, then looked around, pondered for a moment, and then spoke again: "Then please ask the two of you to chant a poem on the theme of Chongyang." ”

Ying Ning leaned over to Wu Ming's side and whispered, "Can you do it?" Do you want to run away now?"

"Rest assured. Wu Ming waved his hand, his expression was quite calm, "Bring a cup of tea, I'll moisten my throat." ”

Ying Ning answered, ran to the side of the table, picked up a cup of tea, and brought it to Wu Ming.

Qiu Lu stepped forward and stood up: "Since it was the ancestor who made the question, then I will come first and let you think about it for a while!"

Wu Ming made a gesture of inviting indifferently, and then reached out to take Ying Ning's teacup, picked it up and drank it all.

Qiu Lu's face was full of confidence, in his heart, Wu Ming was just a farmer who counted chickens and rabbits, how could he be able to recite poems, this question would definitely win!

"Seeing such a feast, the beauty is like a cloud, I have a flash of inspiration in my heart, please listen!"

After a slight pause, Qiu Lu then recited aloud: "The autumn water is long and the wind is long, the clouds see the autumn sun, and the double yang day is encountered, and the mountain is full of foxes and charming girls." ”

"Poof——!

Wu Ming squirted out a mouthful of tea, choking and coughing.

Qiu Lu's poem is barely a rhyme, but it really has no literary brilliance, just a limerick poem, especially the three words of fox Meiniang at the end, which is really dramatic.

A fox is a fox after all, this Qiu Lu is a crepe of the pie, and as soon as he moves, he leaks the bottom of the real style, and it seems that although he lives in the treasurer's pavilion, he still hasn't read much knowledge.

The hundreds of demon foxes around had different reactions, most of the demon foxes in Tushan didn't understand poetry, and they couldn't hear the quality of Qiu Lu's limerick poems, most of them followed the coaxing, applauding again and again, but there were still more than a dozen people in the crowd who shook their heads slightly, showing disappointment.

The ancestor of the upper seat smiled, groaned and said: "The sentence rhymes, the meaning of the word is right, the meaning is clear, this poem is very good!"

"Thank you for the compliment. Qiu Lu looked proud, in his heart he could recite a five-character poem was already in his hands, and Wu Ming, who raised chickens and rabbits on the other side, would definitely be speechless and flee in the wilderness.

Qiu Lu turned around and found that Wu Ming was still standing in place, and he didn't escape, so he couldn't help but be stunned: "It's your turn, it's been so long, it's time to figure it out!"

Wu Ming smiled slightly, ignoring Qiu Lu's provocation, and slowly walked towards the field.

"Today I came to Tushan as a guest, thanks to the hospitality of my ancestors, I am grateful. But being alone here, thinking of distant relatives is inevitably a little worried, so I will use this as the theme to compose a poem. ”

The demon foxes around quieted down, and I don't know what Wu Ming's plans were to suddenly mention his distant relatives at this moment.

Ying Ning is even more confused in the back, this kid obviously lives alone and has only one sister, what kind of garlic will this hold?

Wu Ming put his hands behind his back, pretended to pace forward, and after taking seven steps, he stood still, looked at the sky at a fixed angle of forty-five degrees, and sighed softly.

Hundreds of pairs of eyes converged on Wu Ming's body, Wu Ming stood in place and held his breath, and the demon foxes around him were affected by him, and they also held their breath and didn't dare to breathe.

After holding his breath for a long time, when the demon foxes around him began to feel suffocated, Wu Ming suddenly opened his mouth and recited a seven-character quatrain.

"Alone in a foreign land as a stranger,

Every festive season,

Knowing the Brothers from afar,

There is one less person in the dogwood. ”

After finishing the recitation, Wu Ming stood with his hands behind his back and continued to look up at the sky, maintaining a static posture.

After a moment of silence, the crowd suddenly burst into applause: "Good poetry!

Most of the demon foxes were at a loss, and they couldn't hear whether these words were good or bad, but those who understood were extremely excited, and spontaneously began to explain to their fellow clans around them.

"Poetic and timeless, deep feelings!

"The meaning of the words is accessible, the words are right, every word can stand up to scrutiny, amazing, amazing!"

The psychology of the public is like this, when someone began to praise Wu Ming's poem, other people who didn't understand it also followed, as if they followed a few comments and improved their level a lot.

"That's right, that's right, I burst into tears when I heard it, and I couldn't help but think of my relatives far away......"

"Fox Lao Liu, what are you coaxing, don't you have a large litter of foxes living in Tushan, so what are your distant relatives. ”

"You know a fart, I'm talking about the seventh uncle and grandfather who lives under the mountain!"

After a while, there were several fights in the surrounding crowd because of the debate on the meaning of the poem, and for a while there were people crying and laughing, some jumping and some making trouble in the square, and it became a pot of porridge.

Wu Ming stood in place, swept around with the corner of his eye, felt that his pie was almost up, let out a sigh of relief, and put his high head flat.

Turning around, Wu Ming saluted to the old ancestor in the high place: "Old ancestor, the younger generation occasionally feels something, which makes you smile." ”

"Where, where. The old ancestor smiled: "I didn't expect Wu Gongzi to be a poet, this poem is a masterpiece with this situation!"

"In this competition, Wu Gongzi won. The old ancestor nodded with a smile and announced loudly.

"Yay——!"

Ying Ning cheered and jumped on the spot.

Qiu Lu's face turned pale and slowly retreated, he wanted to take this opportunity to show off in front of the Tushan Demon Fox, but he didn't expect to be completely defeated by this mountain village man who raised chickens and rabbits!

The old ancestor turned his head to look at Qiu Lu: "Qiu Lu, your poems are slightly inferior to Wu Gongzi, but there is no need to be discouraged, after all, poetry needs inspiration, and occasional dysfunction is common." ”

Qiu Lu hurriedly took advantage of the situation to go down the steps: "Ancestor Mingjian, Qiu Lu has traveled a long way, and occasionally feels cold, and his brain is indeed a little drowsy. ”

After saying this, Qiu Lu's body immediately shook twice: "Let me retire and rest for a while." ”

The old ancestor snorted, turned his head to look at Xiao Nineteen on the side, nodded and said, "Little Nineteen, accompany Qiu Lu down and help him find a place to rest." ”

"Yes!"

Xiao Nineteen's demeanor when he looked at Qiu Lu was very different from before, very cold, it was obvious that in this little girl's heart, Wu Ming was the real merry talent.

Wu Ming smiled all over his face, walked back to Ying Ning's side in four directions, and nodded at her: "How is it, it's okay." ”

Ying Ning was also extremely happy at the moment: "I can't imagine that you are so good at writing poetry!"

"Of course!" Wu Ming shook his head: "When I took the college entrance examination that year, I memorized 300 Tang poems backwards!"

The eyes of the hundreds of fox demons around looking at Wu Ming were different, full of admiration and admiration, and many charming women secretly sent autumn waves to him, and Wu Ming unconsciously began to flutter.

After a short period of joy, Ying Ning immediately remembered the problem of Wu Ming's skull, and reached out and pulled his sleeve: "It's time to go back!"

"Don't worry, don't worry!" Wu Ming is enjoying the worship of the demon foxes around him, how can he be willing to leave at this time!

The grandmother in the high place beckoned: "Wu Gongzi, come close and let the old man take a good look." ”

In the chaos, Wu Ming didn't notice Ying Ning's eyebrows on the side, and strode in front of Tushan Ancestor.

Looking Wu Ming up and down, the old lady showed a hint of surprise on her face.

"With immortal bones, it is really the best choice for spiritual weapons. ”

"Spirit weapon, what spirit weapon?" Wu Ming was alert and took a step back.

Tu Shan Ancestor laughed, and waved his hand with one hand, and the wind immediately surged.

"Tianquan Star, the Five Senses are banned!"