As early as the first floor, when he attracted everyone's attention, many Oiran on the wooden platform looked down at him, but he didn't feel the gaze of Ling Zhiyu and Ling Zhiqin.

Until this third layer, the second daughter still behaved very differently from others, although there was bleakness and despair in her eyes, she didn't pay attention to what happened in the audience, Qiu Xin looked at them many times, but she didn't get a response.

This made him wonder what method the people who brought them here used to make them so obedient, if in normal times, the two would never do this, Xu would be forced to live and die, even if they jumped from the ninth floor, they would not want to humiliate themselves.

Qiu Xin lowered his head and mixed in the crowd and went up to the fourth floor together, with two big characters in the layer: mountains and rivers.

There is a vast and simple feeling in the words, the mountains and rivers seem to be in it, it seems that the person who writes is not a simple person, and Qiu Xin couldn't help but look at it twice.

With the experience of the first three layers, someone will start writing as soon as they come up, and those who compose poems the fastest and read them first can often get unexpected results.

Burning incense was not more than halfway, and someone spoke out, breaking the thoughts of the rest of the people, "A river of wind and rain, the city is full of flocculents, it is sparsely populated, and you can't step on the rivers and mountains." ”

The right to decide is in the hands of the person on the top floor, this person doesn't know what he wants, but he is the first to come out, but it has aroused the hostility of the others, and he can feel it, but for the sake of the ninth-story Oiran, he doesn't care, and he walks to the spiral staircase, but he is stopped.

"Don't worry, although there is some charm and some literary brilliance, there are twenty-one Oiran, but not everyone can get it!"

The anger on this person's face flashed slightly, and he quietly walked to the side, and only then did someone finish the poems one after another.

"The hall is full of three thousand drunken guests, and one sword frost and eighteen states!"

"Laugh at Yingbo in the middle of the mountain, and from then on a few people will return to Yingzhou!"

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If you talk about the mountains and rivers of the land, it is more appropriate to write poems in various states, without losing the meaning of majesty, nor biased to the meaning of the proposition, thinking that the poetry of mountains and rivers is a compulsory course for everyone, and it does not take much effort to come up with it.

The first person gradually lowered his head, although what he did had charm, but he was a lot stingy, and naturally ushered in the contempt of others, but more people looked at Qiu Xin for some reason, because he still didn't move in front of him, but the time of a pillar of incense was about to pass.

Even the waiter next to the spiral ladder was about to open the spiral ladder mouth, but he stopped because of Qiu Xin, and writing poems and lyrics was not Qiu Xin's strong point.

Even the words I recognize are only learned from the master's collection, and it is not easy to get past the first three layers, but it is much easier to fight with these people.

I saw that his brows were furrowed tightly, and there were people whispering beside him, pointing and pointing, which made him difficult to settle, and after a while, Qiu Xin suddenly stood up and went down the spiral ladder, intending to leave.

A surprised voice came from the top floor, "What is the poem you have written?"

Qiu Xin stopped, with a smile on his face with his head lowered, "The sunset wine is far away, and the wind and rain are coming down to the West Building!"

"The topic is mountains and rivers, not human affection, let alone parting, this fifth layer, you can't go up!"

Looking directly at the top floor, Qiu Xin seemed to be able to see through the curtain barrier, and said calmly, "If you talk about mountains and rivers, nature is ruthless, but these mountains and rivers are the mountains and rivers of people, and the joys and sorrows of people are naturally the scenery of mountains and rivers, but Your Excellency's gaze also seems cramped and narrow, and it is insignificant!"

The person who spoke was stunned, and he was about to reprimand Qiu Xin angrily, but someone said, "The mountains and rivers of people, but you are not pointing to the mountains and rivers, and finally give you a chance, on the fifth layer!"

The restaurant immediately became noisy, and everyone did not understand that this would not happen at all in the battle of the Oiran in the past, regardless of whether this was a game between the three forces, and no one could open up to the fighter.

Just because this person is disrespectful to the people on the top floor several times, he can be kicked out of the restaurant, and this abnormal behavior is naturally in the eyes of others, thinking that Qiu Xin is doing it, and his disdain is even more prevalent.

The fourth layer is already exhausted, this layer is difficult to reach the first layer, and it is difficult to enter the next layer by inch, and it is just a humiliation to rely on this method to enter the next layer.

Qiu Xin went up to the fifth layer under the angry and jealous gaze of everyone, and the rest of the people, the people who could go up to this layer, were only thirty-three people.

The title that catches everyone's eyes is in big golden letters: The world.

"Half a lifetime of duckweed with the passing water, a night of cold rain to bury the famous flowers!"

One person in the crowd was inconspicuous, looking almost forty years old, and he didn't expect to come here to compete for the Oiran, but this sentence made everyone look sideways.

As he said, how sad the world is, how much parting, how unsatisfactory, these two sentences instantly arouse this kind of mood, the rest of the people are not very old, they have little experience, naturally they can't understand it, but Qiu Xin said to this person, "Good poetry!"

It is at such an age that there is such an experience, and Qiu Xin can feel that if you talk about the suffering of the world, there are only a few people who suffer from others.

Smiling kindly at Qiu Xin, he retreated back into the crowd, and Qiu Xin also stepped out and said loudly, "In the world of life, suddenly like a traveler from afar!"

A few people behind him snorted coldly, and immediately someone stepped forward, covering up Qiu Xin's words even more domineeringly, "A little Haoran Qi, a thousand miles of fast wind!"

"The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year!"

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No matter the sorrow, no matter the happiness, no matter how short the person grows, it is always this suffering life that resonates more with people, but it is always difficult for those who have not suffered.

But whether this sorrow or joy is good or bad, so it is difficult to distinguish between good and bad in this poem, and even the people on the top floor have thought about it for a long time, and only then did they order the spiral ladder to be opened, and no one was stopped on the fifth floor.

Maybe this topic should not be established, there is no right to blame the heart of the child, and it is impossible to refute a devastated heart, this fifth layer, it is okay not to stand.

Every time he went up to the first floor, the heat in the eyes of the people next to him became even more intense, although this move was all within the rules, but the Oiran above the ninth floor was unwilling, at least the Ling family sisters were unwilling.

Among these thirty-four people, the person with the same expression as Qiu Xin is only the middle-aged man just now, Qiu Xin can't figure him out, maybe he just hides it deeper, and who is here who is not interested in Oiran.

Standing on the fifth floor, it seems that you can feel the charming aroma and move your heart, and most of these thirty-four people will be able to get their wish.

The topic of the sixth layer is to get together! It is rare to have such a topic that goes straight to the heart, and it is easier to grasp, this time, it is the middle-aged man who stepped forward and wrote poems first.

"There are thousands of things in the chest, and there is nothing to say when we meet!"

Although it is a sad sentence, it is full of joy, this man is always filled with a feeling of nothingness, indescribable, unclear, but he agrees with it.

There is no way to separate this sentence, as if it can break the meeting scene after a long absence, which also ushered in the attention of the people on the top floor.

"According to your words, meeting is joy and sorrow, do you say that gathering is sadness, or scattering is sadness?"

The middle-aged man bowed his head, "Gathering is sad, scattering is also sad, scattering is separation, there is no joy in words, gathering from each other, but the day of separation, if there is no gathering, how to disperse, it is naturally a sign of great compassion!"

The person next to him blushed suddenly, "Nonsense, meeting is naturally joyful, everyone knows the truth, but you are talking nonsense, and you still want to learn from people to grandstand, the above seven layers?"

The words were directed at the middle-aged man, but he was carrying Qiu Xin, and the middle-aged man was still unhurried, nodding lightly at the person who spoke, as if he didn't care.

"Therefore, gathering is joy, scattering is also joy, no scattering is no gathering, no gathering is no dispersion, the two are the same, how to distinguish between joy and sorrow, you think it is joy, it is joy, it is sadness, it is sadness!"

Qiu Xin suddenly grabbed his arm, "It's scattered now, but there will be a time to meet again?"

This time the arm was forced, and the average scholar would always be pinched and shouted out by this action, but the person still didn't care, "Even if it is a person separated by yin and yang, there will be a time when they will meet again, are you right or not?"

With a bleak face, Qiu Xin gradually let go of his arm, and shook his head self-deprecatingly, if there was really a time to meet, it was not wrong at all, but at that time, he was just a pinch of loess, and ghosts followed.

The middle-aged man said every word of Buddhism, which made everyone dizzy, and the person who accused him naturally did not taste it carefully, and was about to belittle it again, but was stopped by the voice from the top floor.

"You can go up to the seventh floor!"

The man blushed and glanced at the middle-aged man, only to see him smile and arch his hand, "Accept!"

This sentence was just exchanged for a cold snort, and he stepped on the spiral staircase!

The rest of the people all recited the verses, all of them were happy to meet, none of them were sad, and the same was true of Qiu Xin, in his heart, the meeting naturally did not give rise to sadness.

What he is striving for is the word "encounter", if this matter is sad, what does it mean?

But he still wrote this sentence:

"I knew it was so stumbling, how could I not know each other at the beginning!"

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The sad sentence conveys endless longing, which shows his longing and exploration when they get together, which also made him step on the seventh layer, and no one has been stopped on this layer.

At this moment, there are only three layers left, and to eliminate the extra thirteen people on the seventh and eighth layers, there will be the last twenty-one people who write poems on the ninth layer to compete for priority.

It can be said that the people who stepped on the ninth floor have already won, and most of the twenty-one people are invited by the three restaurants, and if they win, they will naturally know which side to choose.

It can be said that it is both human and wealthy, looking at the Ling family sisters on the ninth floor, at this time, even if they are disciples of the Hidden Sect, they can't escape this doom now.

They didn't notice themselves, which made Qiu Xin wonder once again that there were really such similar people in this world, so he once again doubted that on Mount Tai, who would dare to bring Miyue's closed disciple here and put him in the Qinglou women to be humiliated.

He thought about it again and again, but he only got a name, Yin Lingzi, Qi Kun! )