is worthy of being the first talent in Wuliu Town, Fang Xian's Yongmei poem, which immediately unveiled the veil for the eighteen girls on the flower boat......

Everyone looked up one after another, only to see the eighteen women who had unveiled, all of them with delicate faces and affectionate eyes, all of them were rare beauties.

When the scholars saw it, they inevitably felt a trace of jealousy in their hearts, and they wished that they could replace Fang Xian.

The crowd cheered, and it felt as if they had won themselves.

The matchmaker also nodded silently, and commented on Fang Xian's Yongmei poem with a smile.

As for Fang Xian himself, he was a little regretful, and he was puzzled that only eighteen girls had lifted the veil for him, but he had not been able to let all the girls on the ship unveil him.

Next, at the signal of the matchmaker, a wooden ladder extended down the Baiyue flower boat and led Fang Xian under the boat up.

Then, under the gaze of everyone, Fang Xian was introduced into the cabin of the Baiyue Flower Ship and disappeared from everyone's sight.

What is Fang Xian doing alone? Everyone all tacitly understood it, and they all showed envious expressions and cheered again.

Perhaps because Fang Xian got off to a good start, next, several scholars stepped forward and read out the Yongmei poems they had made.

It's a pity that their talents are limited, and only two of the dozen or so people barely passed the test, and one girl in each unveiled it, and the rest all returned home.

In this way, three people have passed the test of the Baiyue Flower Boat today.

Compared with the previous two days, today's talents in Wuliu Town can be described as a shame, and they finally straightened their waists in front of the onlookers.

And this is just the beginning, the scholars still have a lot of time, as long as they can brew a good poem before sunset, they also have the hope of boarding the flower boat.

It's a pity that although everyone's ideas are good, how can such a thing as writing poetry be measured by the length of time?

The rest of these scholars seemed to be shaking their heads and brewing good sentences one by one, but in fact, their talents were limited, even if they were given a few days, they were afraid that it would be difficult for them to write a masterpiece comparable to Fang Xian's work.

In this way, time passed little by little, and although from time to time people would come forward one after another, none of them could let a girl unveil them.

Later, seeing that the sky was getting darker, many scholars began to become agitated, which made it even more difficult to write any good poems.

Some people were unwilling, so they applied those poems describing other flowers to the plum blossoms, trying to get through with it, but unfortunately they were recognized by the matchmaker and the girls on the boat one by one.

The matchmaker and the girls on the boat are all people who have read poetry and books, and the poems of the scholars can be said to be reasonable, and the scholars are speechless, and they can no longer give birth to a trace of luck.

After waiting for a while, seeing that all the scholars were a little exhausted, and even the limericks such as 'one plum blossom has five petals, and the petals are like small snowflakes' came out to fill the number, Bai Canghai walked to Mo Datong's side and whispered a few words in his ear.

When the little county lord on the side saw it, he was a little curious in his heart, and he didn't know what Bai Canghai said to Mo Datong, so he moved his steps lightly and quietly leaned over.

I saw that Mo Datong, after listening to Bai Canghai's words, suddenly widened his eyes, revealing an incredible expression, and then grabbed Bai Canghai's wrist violently, and asked quite excitedly: "This, this is really the poem you wrote?"

"Of course!" Bai Canghai felt that his wrist was about to be broken by him, and after finally breaking free, he said confidently: "Writing poetry, I am the best at it, you can rest assured and boldly go." I promise you, as long as you read this poem, you will be better than any other talent, even if it is possible to have a boat full of girls unveil for you. ”

"Poof......" After listening to Bai Canghai's words, the little county lord suddenly guessed a rough idea, but he almost didn't laugh out loud.

She didn't think Bai Canghai would write any poems, although he had confidently threatened to write poems before.

Seeing the reaction of the little county lord, Mo Datong suddenly became a little unconfident, and confirmed to Bai Canghai: "Can it really work?"

Bai Canghai glanced at him, and said excitedly: "Whether it can be done or not, you have to try it to find out." If you don't even dare to go, no matter how good my verse is, it's useless......"

The embarrassing encounter of "......" two years ago made Mo Datong a little hesitant, and he didn't know whether he should give it a try with this poem.

After all, he doesn't know poetry himself, although he subconsciously feels that the poem that Bai Canghai taught him is very good, but if he is not recognized by the girls on the ship, it will be too embarrassing.

At this moment, the matchmaker on the Baiyue Flower Boat saw that no one stepped forward for a long time, so she cleared her throat and said to the people under the boat: "Has there been any other talent who has written a masterpiece? If not, then today's poetry meeting will be here......

"Wait!" Seeing that the matchmaker was about to announce the end of the poetry meeting, Mo Datong was forced to be helpless, so he had to shout.

was interrupted by him, and everyone present looked sideways and gathered their eyes.

Seeing this, a trace of unhappiness flashed in the matchmaker's eyes, and she stared at Mo Datong and said, "I don't know if this son has any advice?"

In the eyes of the matchmaker, Mo Datong was holding a sword in his hand, and he didn't want to be a scholar in clothes, so he was clearly looking for trouble.

This kind of matchmaker has seen a lot, and I don't know how much she has been dealt with in private, so she is not afraid that Mo Datong will dare to make trouble.

After the shout just now, Mo Datong regretted it, but since he had already stood up, he could only drive the ducks to the shelves and step forward hard.

Mo Datong also followed the example of those scholars, and saluted the matchmaker on the boat, and then said: "There is a poem in my heart, and I want to come and try it, I don't know if it's okay?"

"What? You're here to write poetry, too?"

"Hahahaha, it's really ridiculous, writing poetry is the business of our readers, how can you defile it?"

"I think you'd better get out of here, and don't bring shame on yourself here. ”

Without waiting for the matchmaker to speak, Mo Datong's words attracted a lot of criticism from the scholars.

In their opinion, this kind of thing is their own business, and they can't write any good poems themselves, but they will never allow Mo Datong, an outsider, to get involved.

This is their domain, and it is their honor, and no one else will be allowed to trample on it.

If everyone can come and try it, how can they show that they are different from the people who read?

Mo Datong was a little annoyed, but he didn't pay much attention to these scholars, but turned his head to look at the matchmaker on the boat, and said, "Can't you participate in this poetry meeting in the future?"

Hearing this, the matchmaker waved her hand to signal the scholars to be calm, stared at Mo Datong and said: "There is only one condition for me to select people for the Hundred Flowers Boat, that is, talented people." Since Childe is so confident, you might as well sing your masterpiece and let the girls on the ship and the scholars taste it......"

When the scholars heard this, although they were unhappy, they didn't dare to refute the matchmaker's words in public, so they could only stand beside Mo Datong and wait for him to read out his so-called poems.

In their minds, if this man can't write any good verses, it's not too late to say a few more sarcastic words about him.

Mo Datong felt a little unhappy in his heart, although the matchmaker's words seemed polite, but in fact, he looked down on himself.

Because she even said that she wanted the girls on the ship to taste her poems with the scholars, which was obviously a desire to humiliate herself, and once her poems were not good, she would have to suffer the sarcasm of the scholars.

Mo Datong held his breath in the same heart, secretly exercised his skills, controlled his voice with his own innate cultivation, and read aloud a poem taught by Bai Canghai to himself in front of everyone: "Mei Xue is unwilling to descend in the spring, and the sao people put aside their pen and pay for the chapter." The plum and snow are three points white, but the snow loses the plum and a piece of fragrance. ”

......

I have to say that Mo Datong's voice is very good, coupled with the fact that he has the same learning, not only controlling the volume of his voice like a matchmaker, but also chanting like Fang Xian, which makes everyone a little obsessed with listening.

After reading this poem, everyone was speechless, and they were immersed in the artistic conception of the poem for a while, and they were a little forgetful.

Even those scholars who had already done a good job of verbal criticism and writing became stupid, because they found that they couldn't find a trace of the shortcomings of this poem at all, which made them feel aggrieved that they couldn't spit out a mouthful of phlegm.

The matchmaker obviously didn't expect Mo Datong to write such a masterpiece that echoes plum and snow, and she was stunned for a while.

But what surprised her even more was that Mo Datong not only wrote poems well, but was also a congenital master, which was even more rare.

You must know that ordinary martial artists will not spend too much energy on things like reading.

They pay more attention to how to continuously improve their cultivation, after all, attaining immortality is their goal, and whether they read or not is not very important to them at all.

As for the girls on the boat, although they didn't see the depth of Mo Datong like the matchmaker, they were almost all shocked by Mo Datong's voice.

In their opinion, Mo Datong not only writes poems well, but his voice is also quite loud and masculine, and those delicate scholars cannot be compared with it at all.

So, after Mo Datong finished reading this poem, almost all the girls reacted and lifted their veils one after another......