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The title of the pavilion master on the fourth floor is the four seasons.

With this in mind, the twelve people who entered the fourth floor began their own creations.

With the change of seasons, the transition between each season is so natural, making people feel that the change of the four seasons is like this.

There is no doubt that the antique paintings once again qualified for the fifth floor with the first place.

The competition on the fourth floor is over, and only six people are left who have qualified to enter the fifth floor.

And the test on the fifth floor, as Lu Bucai said, is a contest of poetry and songs.

Moreover, after entering the fifth floor, the rules have changed, and it is no longer half of the people who are qualified to enter the upper floor, but only after hitting the prescribed requirements can they be eligible to enter.

On the fifth floor, it may be eliminated all, or it may all be qualified to enter the sixth floor.

The pavilion master on the fifth floor is also an old man, who has entered the year of the sixtieth year, and his body is rickety.

"I'm glad that all of you can come here, the people who can come to my fifth floor are all accomplished in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but here you have to show off your new skills. Poetry and poetry are things that I want to test you on the fifth floor. Please take your seats. The old man said with a smile.

Ling still followed Gu Feng, but instead of sitting with Gu Feng, he sat not far from Gu Feng.

The six of them sat down, and the old man returned to his seat and sat down.

"I won't say much nonsense, our first test, poetry. Here are 10 lines of poetry, please write down the next sentence on a piece of paper. Those with less than eight correct answers will be eliminated directly. ”

With the old man's words, poems were presented and appeared in front of everyone.

"How many Chang'an fame and fortune customers. ”

"Don't stay late to urge alcohol. ”

"Deodorant wants to fall in love. ”

"Sitting on the right is really annoyed by flowers. ”

"The line is chaotic and red through Willow Lane. ”

"The island leads to the world and has a tangible outside. ”

"The rich are not lewd, the poor are happy. ”

"Deeply re-curtain. ”

The bear fish laughed to himself and was very greedy. ”

"The fire is flowing and the grass and insects are chirping. ”

Ten lines of poetry were displayed, and the six people who came to the fifth floor began to write down the poems they knew.

Half an hour is limited.

Most of these poems are relatively obscure verses, and they are generally not heard in ordinary times.

And these poems are not a problem for the ancient style, you must know who the ghost is He Yi, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and songs, three teachings and nine streams, omnipotent.

He is particularly enthusiastic about this rare kind of poetry, so Gu Feng is also very proficient in these things.

Within half an hour, Gu Feng only took a few minutes to write all the poems, and after handing them in, he went to Ling Yi's side to chat with Ling Yi.

"You finished writing so quickly?" Seeing Gu Feng sitting beside him, Ling still asked in surprise, everyone else was scratching their ears and thinking hard, Gu Feng had finished writing it all in just a few minutes.

"Well, just like that. Gu Feng smiled.

"It's amazing. Then tell me about it, and let me have a long insight. Ling still laughed.

"Which one doesn't know. Gu Feng asked.

"I don't know. Ling still lost naturally, without any embarrassment.

Gu Feng was speechless, pinched Ling Yi's face, and answered these ten poems for him one by one.

"The first sentence, how many Chang'an fame and fortune customers. The next sentence is that the organs are exhausted and you are not as good as you. ”

"The second sentence is to urge the wine not to stay late, and the next sentence is that the wine tastes like autumn this autumn. ”

"The third sentence, with a fragrance body, he wants to fall into the city, and the alum is the younger brother Mei. ”

"The fourth sentence, sit right and really become annoyed by the flowers, and go out and laugh. ”

"The fifth sentence, the line is chaotic and red through the willow lane, because the water sits on the moss. ”

"The sixth sentence, the island leads to the world and has a tangible outside, thinking into the metamorphosis of the wind and clouds. ”

"The seventh sentence, the rich are not lewd and the poor are happy, and the man is a hero. ”

"The eighth sentence, the deep heavy curtain is fragrant, and the lonely hall hears the sound of swallows. ”

In the ninth sentence, Xiongyu laughed at himself and was very greedy, both for poetry and for fear of poverty. ”

"In the tenth sentence, the fire is flowing and the grass and insects are singing, and the frost is falling and the grass and trees are zero. Gu Feng still answered for Ling, and said the next sentence of the ten poems for Ling.

"These poems sound good, why haven't they spread like those well-known poems?" Ling was still puzzled.

"There are thousands of poems in the world, and not all geniuses will be known to the world. Gu Feng smiled lightly.

Half an hour was fast, and everyone handed in their answers.

The pavilion master on the fifth floor checked the answers handed in by the six people one by one, sometimes nodding, sometimes shaking his head.

Soon, the old man finished checking.

"There are only three people who have qualified to enter the next round of poetry in this round of poetry, Yu Yuruo, Gu Feng, and Tang Qian. The rest of the people got eight sentences or less. Unfortunately, please leave the eliminated contestants. The old man said lightly.

Suddenly, six people left, and three people remained, and there were only five people left on the huge fifth floor.

"The three of you seem to have a certain amount of study of poetry, among the three of you, the ancient style Xiaoyou all answered correctly, and Yu Yuruo Xiaoyou and Tang Qianxiaoyou answered nine sentences correctly, which is really not easy. The old man looked at the three of them with a smile.

The poems he looked for were basically very obscure, and ordinary people didn't know about them at all, only those who really liked poetry would know a thing or two, and it was really amazing to be like the three of them.

After a little verbosity, the old man continued to start the next round of the game.

"This second round of what we want to test is the song, it's very simple, you need to create a piece of music by yourself, the instrument is not limited, whether it is the piano, Xiao, the flute, the pipa, anyway, you can create it. You have an hour to compose, and of course you can use it if you have music that you have written before. We'll see you in an hour. After the old man finished speaking, he turned and left the place, and went to a room on the fifth floor.

"Aren't you going to think about the tune?" Seeing Gu Feng sitting back beside him, Ling still asked.

"I don't have a ready-made one, so why bother thinking about it. Gu Feng smiled lightly.

"What?" Ling asked, still confused.

"This one. Gu Feng smiled and took out the loose flute on his waist.

Ling was still suddenly, and he sounded a flute song that Gu Feng had composed for himself called Xiaoyaoxing, but he had never heard it.

"You just said that you created a free journey for me, but you never told me about it. Ling still waved his small fist in dissatisfaction.

"I blew it once when I was married, but you didn't hear it. "The old style is small and big. He held Ling Yi's small hand in his own hand.

Gu Feng has his own flute music, but the other two don't seem to be so lucky, and they are sitting in their seats at the moment meditating...

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