The next day's poetry examination was held as scheduled, as Mrs. Mo said, the students in the hall seemed to be confident, Ye Xingyuan sat in the hall, and did not feel the slightest nervousness among the classmates around him, probably the poems had been prepared in advance.

However, with Ye Xingyuan's confidence, he didn't bother to think about what kind of poems others had prepared. Even if people invite the Jinshi with the title of the gold list to compose poems, can they compete with the wonderful chapters in his belly?

The instructor entered the door, worshiped the portrait of Wensheng hanging in the classroom, inserted an incense stick in the incense burner in front of the portrait, turned around and said: "With one stick of incense as the limit, out of the plug as the theme, no limit to rhyme, give seven unique songs, and the one who completes it will bring it to me to see!"

Ye Xingyuan smiled, before the title came out, he was still closing his eyes and pondering, carefully recalling the thousands of poems he memorized in his previous life because of his hobby. Worried that the training would be off-topic, I would have to search the dry intestines to find the right verses, or even cut and spliced. But this "out of the plug" topic, famous sayings and aphorisms are on the lips, and they are simply handy.

In fact, it is not surprising that the imperial examination will also test poetry in the future, but in the National Talent Ceremony, the question headquarters cannot be a love affair, and this kind of topic is more appropriate.

The territory of this dynasty is vast, and it is larger than the powerful Han and Tang dynasties in history. After all, it's in a paradoxical and abnormal world. There are two kinds of border tribes on the border, one is the demon tribe that eats people, and the other is the barbarian tribe who worship other gods, collectively known as the land that does not obey the king.

Since the advent of Wensheng, the war between humans and demons has been endless, and now the court is full of luck, which makes the foreign demon clan breathless, and the barbarians are mostly subservient. However, there have been attacks and defenses against each other in history, and although the enemies faced by the people out of the fortress are different, the mood is the same, and the poems are naturally the same.

What Ye Xingyuan wants to ponder is whether he needs to "write" a "good" poem that shocks the audience - that is too simple, or whether it is difficult to "write" a poem that is not so overly arrogant and a little more low-key, which is enough.

After all, there are still many good poems that have been passed down through the ages in his memory, and for Ye Xingyuan, the difficulty of how to "write" bad poems is far greater than that of writing "good" poems.

After a little thought, Ye Xingyuan had a final decision in his abdomen.

As an outsider, a countryman, and a new student, he is too unruly and unruly to be welcomed by the old people and the natives of the city, but he doesn't care, he is just a group of students and teachers in the city, maybe just a passerby in life!

Of course, they have the capital to be conceited! They may not understand their depths, but that's their mistake!

They don't know that they can write "the way of heaven, and make up for the deficiencies with more than they lose"! They don't know that they can shout out "those who learn without precedence, and those who reach the level are teachers"! They don't know that Ye Xingyuan is different and different from them ordinary people!

Compared with the avenue of the imperial examination that pursues the destiny of heaven and explores the heavenly machine, what are these people! The more hostile they are in this hostile environment, the more they have to show some real effort!

Why are stupid people always in the majority? Unconsciously, the encounters for several days aroused a wave of madness in Ye Xingyuan's heart.

He picked up the pen and wrote, without adding points, with a wave, a quatrain appeared on the paper. "The sand in front of Dule Peak is like snow, and the moon outside the Ten Thousand Demon City is like frost. I don't know where to blow the reed pipe, and I recruit people to look at the hometown overnight. ”

Dule Peak is the holy mountain of the demon clan, the city of ten thousand demons used to be the capital of the demon clan in the outer lands, in ancient times, the soldiers out of the fortress were like a bamboo, swept most of the desert, and killed until the ten thousand demon cities, almost wiped out the demon clans in the outer lands.

This poem imagines the scene of the day, pity for the husband's homesickness, the love is sincere, and Ye Xingyuan feels that it is enough. Seeing that the people around him still pretended to be thinking and meditating, they didn't dare to hand in the paper in advance, and they felt a little disdainful in their hearts.

He shook the exam paper, held it in both hands, and sent it to the bookcase in front of the instructor respectfully, "Sir, the student's poem has been completed." ”

The instructor was still closing his eyes and recuperating, and he was a little surprised to hear someone hand in the papers, but when he opened his eyes, it was Ye Xingyuan, and he was even more surprised. Others knew the topic in advance, and they didn't submit the paper so early, why was Ye Xingyuan the first?

The instructor took the exam paper, couldn't help but look at it a few times first, and his wrist shook slightly.

Could it be that this kid also got the title in advance and asked someone to do it on his behalf? In all fairness, the poem on the roll is the best work, especially the last sentence "One night to recruit people to look at the hometown", the picture seems to be on the paper.

The meaning of compassion in it is very generous! Don't say that it is their kind of school exam, that is, at the Hanlin Poetry Conference, if you take out the plug as the theme, you can also take out this poem to finale!

How can this belittle him? The instructor suddenly felt that the two ingots of silver in his sleeve had become heavier than Mount Tai. He didn't want to give this Ye Xingyuan a disgrace for the sake of money, but also for the sake of his colleagues' face. Zhu Xundao was angry yesterday, and jumped up and down to connect with a group of instructors to drive Ye Xingyuan out of the school, and he couldn't refute the face of his old colleagues.

In addition, someone deliberately instigated it, and the owner paid the bill, and this instructor was also happy to see it, so he suddenly arranged this poetry exam, just to humiliate Ye Xingyuan first.

After thinking about it, the instructor gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand to cover the scroll, and said angrily: "This poem is not good, and the idea is not appropriate!

It's just an internal exam in the school, anyway, the scope of circulation is limited, and the only evaluation criterion for today's exam is yourself. As long as he has a clear conscience, even if it is black, he can say that it is white, what can Ye Xingyuan do?

When Ye Xingyuan heard this, he couldn't help but laugh angrily, this poem can be suppressed with political incorrectness, and this instructor's face is really thick enough.

But Ye Xingyuan was not in a hurry, and only said calmly: "Since Mr. said it badly, then this incense has not been burned out, and the student will do it again." ”

He didn't take back the paper he had just presented, turned around and got off the podium, and sat back in his place. After a few brushstrokes, but in the blink of an eye, I wrote another poem and presented it to the instructor again.

Do you still have to wait for the instructor to bow his head and read Ye Xingyuan's new poem, his brain seemed to be suddenly exploded, his eyes were like copper bells, but his face was forcibly suppressed and uncertain. The students below saw that Mr. Intuition looked extremely strange.

As usual, there are only twenty-eight characters on the volume, but the momentum is surging, as if the paper is about to break and fly out!" Huangsha wears gold armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will not be returned if it is not broken!"

Majestic and intense, there is really no thought of leaving, only the pride of men remains. Ye Xingyuan smiled and said: "I just listened to Mr. 's teachings, and I have a little experience, this poem can be repaid!"

The instructor was dumbfounded, he wanted Ye Xingyuan to write another poem before, but his momentum had declined, and it was impossible to have the level of the song "Recruiting People and Looking Home" just now. Even if this surnamed Ye entrusts someone to write poems, he won't waste money to make two good poems for backup, right?

"It's not good!" "This poem is too hard, like a rough martial artist, without the slightest literati elegance!"

Ye Xingyuan seemed to have expected him to say this, but he still didn't move, nodded calmly, and replied, "There is still time, so let the students write again." ”

The instructor looked at Ye Xingyuan Shi Ran and returned to his seat, and he had some bad premonitions in his heart. Seeing Ye Xingyuan pick up the pen again, he wrote four more sentences lightly, and the instructor didn't feel sweaty on his forehead, and he was a little weak.

"The old garden looks east of the road is long, and the tears of the two-sleeved dragon bell are not dry. Immediately meet without paper and pen, and report peace with the words of the king. This poem is purely in the tone of a wandering eunuch, only written back to the meeting of horses, but the meaning is far-reaching. If it weren't for the fact that there was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy standing in front of him, just looking at this poem, he would only feel that it was the artistic conception that only the envoys of the Western Regions of the imperial court could have.

The instructor did not speak for a while, and then almost gritted his teeth and denied: "It's not good! There is a sour and rotten spirit of children's affection! How can there be a generous and upright husband's arrogance! My generation of scholars has a heart in all directions, why should I follow the prisoner of Chu and dip his scarf on his weeping children!"

Ye Xingyuan was still calm, his face was expressionless, and he fluctuated a little. This time, he simply brought all the pen and paper to the podium, listened to the refuting of the instructor, and didn't even bother to reply a word, just took the pen and bowed his head to write.

"Grape wine glow-in-the-dark glass, if you want to drink the pipa, urge immediately. Drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Mo smiled, and a few people came back to fight in ancient times!"If you want to be heroic, I will give you heroism! Drunk and lying on the battlefield, laughing heartily, who can write such a heroic spirit?

Another one? It's even better than the other! The examiner seemed a little confused, and felt like he was alive!

Seeing top-level poems again and again is nothing, but to deny and criticize top-level poems again and again, the pressure on readers is not ordinarily great, unless they are extremely extreme and arrogant to the point of neuroticism, they really can't do it.

The instructor of the main examination can only be regarded as an ordinary person, and at this moment, the pressure is so great that his eyes are red, and he has lost his mind by the impact, and he is mechanically crazy to deny Ye Xingyuan's poems. "It's not good! The state of madness has no literary implications. ”

Ye Xingyuan finally smiled, no longer Gujing Wubo. The pen fell like a storm, and then flew out of the paper scroll and threw it in front of the instructor, which is still a quatrain!" Swear to sweep away the Huns without regard for themselves, and five thousand mink brocade mourns Hu Chen. Poor and uncertain riverside bones, like a person in a deep dream!"

At this time, he didn't wait for the instructor's evaluation, seeing that the incense stick of the incense burner in front of Wen Sheng was only half lit, he nodded slightly, chanted while writing, and got another one in an instant.

"Go to the west to the sky, quit home and see the moon twice. I don't know where to stay tonight, and Pingsha is uninhabited. ”

The instructor's eyes were straight, and he couldn't say a word when he wanted to say something, and he couldn't even speak!

The students below originally prepared poems. Now that the time is about the same, I am about to pretend to hand in the papers, but seeing this scene, who can stand up?

Although on the podium, Ye Xingyuan was not noisy or noisy, and the instructor did not speak, and seemed to be very calm, but they were not fools, where could they not feel the invisible wind and thunder?

Everyone is a reader, and the basic ability to appreciate is still there, although this poetic trail can not resonate with heaven, but the description and praise of love and beauty is a common feeling of all mankind. Ye Xingyuan's poems have reached the point where they are afraid

"Hahahaha!" Seeing that the time was about to come, and the instructor was already stupid, the classmates in the room cowered and didn't dare to step forward. Ye Xingyuan suddenly felt irrepressible in his heart, and laughed up to the sky with joy.

However, his movement of raising his head was a little sharper, the square scarf fell to the ground, and the green silk suddenly scattered, quite a bit of "taking off his hat and revealing the crown of the prince, waving the paper like a cloud of smoke".

"Weicheng is light and dusty in the rain, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. Persuade the gentleman to have a glass of wine, and there is no one in Yangguan in the west. ”

"Tianhe is far above the white clouds, a lonely city and ten thousand mountains. Why should Qiang Di complain about the willows, the spring breeze does not pass the jade gate. ”

"When the bright moon was old, the Long March had not been returned. But to make the dragon city fly, do not teach Huma to cross the Yin Mountain!"

So far, where does Ye Xingyuan still have any reservations, don't you want to pick on my bad today? I'll let you choose, I'll just write it uprightly, and write the glory out of the seven uniques, all in front of you, a mediocre villain, and see how many bad things you dare to say! See how many bad things you can say!

After all, poetry is a small way, not a saint Tianji, Ye Xingyuan also found out the doorway, the name of the poem, will not arouse the attention and feedback of Tianji. That being the case, what can we do today to be extravagant and squandering?

Today's poems, any one, can be passed on to future generations, Ye Xingyuan is now writing the rise, crazy and desperate, throwing out one after another like a cannon, just like a drum and a hammer, echoing in front of the instructor.

In particular, these three final combos, taken out alone, are all works of the ages, magnificent, mighty, just like thunder descending into the world, enough to deter the charm and deafening!

The instructor's mood was extremely unstable, his heart was angry and suffocated, ashamed and ashamed, and suddenly he screamed, and it was a mouthful of blood!

"How can there be such a person in the world? How can there be such a poem in the world? Impossible! Impossible!" He screamed wildly, completely losing the dignity of a scholar, and staggered out of the door. As if he was afraid that Ye Xingyuan would write poems again, he didn't even dare to go back!

The students in the entire class, except for Ye Xingyuan, were all demented like clay wood carvings, and there was a dead silence.

Only the test papers that were frantically lifted by the instructor were scattered in the air, falling one after another. The ink on the white paper seems to have turned golden, and the light is so bright that people can't open their eyes.

"The hour has come, and it is time for you to turn in your papers. Ye Xingyuan kindly reminded.