At this time, Wei Lingfei's expression was full of astonishment.

Her eyes were full of expressions of not admitting defeat, and at this moment, she even thought that Chu Youcai was just writing at will, and she had thirty years of literary temperament, and she didn't perceive that Chu Youcai's article had a literary temperament at all.

And even if Chu Youcai answers quickly, so what? The answer lies in the content, not the speed.

She no longer paid attention to Chu Youcai, revised it repeatedly, and before the time deadline, she copied it again, and the text was beautiful, and then she sent it up.

At this moment, she is immersed in her own world of words, no longer influenced by the outside world.

Seeing this scene, Qiu Wenda couldn't help but nod slightly in approval, it seemed that Wei Lingfei had completely entered the state.

It's just that Qiu Wenda looked at Chu Youcai's eyes, but he was full of surprise, these two topics of Chu Youcai's splendid articles, every word is beautiful, insightful, and admirable, and how can a person with such an understanding use some indiscriminate means to hurt others?

Perhaps, it was someone else who did it, blaming Chu Youcai? Qiu Wenda thought so.

At this time, the third question was sent from outside.

This third question is the poetry fu, which is the most important one, and it is from the head of the Holy Test Mountain.

The Holy Test Mountain Palm Sect is known as the Mandate of Heaven Wenjun, who enters the Tao with a literary atmosphere, and has a literary atmosphere for fifty years, although he has never participated in secular affairs, but his realm is extremely high, so that everyone in Loulan Kingdom worships him.

And now, this poem he issued is: "People and ghosts have different paths, people have a yang world, they can't stand the invasion of yin, ghosts have a netherworld, and they can't stand the scorching of yang." ”

"There are also differences between people, for example, when they die and live, some loyal ministers do their best, and some martyrs commit suicide to protect their chastity, although it is an accidental death, but it is no different from dying at the end of life, because when they die, their souls will rise from the top of their heads, and they will die very quickly. ”

"But if some people can't bear it because of a little resentment, and indulge their wicked spirits, and hang themselves rashly, and their souls fall from their hearts, and they die very slowly, and when they don't have their breath, every vein comes up, and every inch of their skin seems to be torn apart, and the pain is like a knife being cut, and their intestines are burned like a fire, so that it will take more than ten moments for the form and the spirit to be separated. Then they will be imprisoned in hell and will remain in exile for a hundred years. ”

In this way, write a poem. ”

At this moment, Chu Youcai couldn't help frowning, staring carefully.

He didn't expect to read something like this.

I didn't expect that the death of the martyr and the loyal minister was so different from the death of those who committed suicide and hanged themselves, no wonder some people have weak souls after death, some people even ascend to immortality after death, and some people go to hell immediately after death.

He gazed at these words carefully, reading them word by word, reading them to his bones and heart, and felt like an initiation.

Never seen before, but so thought-provoking and deafening.

When he came back to his senses, he was shocked to find that most of the candidates around him had already handed in their papers, and the time was less than the last cup of tea.

At this time, seeing that Chu Youcai still didn't mention the pen, those candidates couldn't help but have contempt in their eyes, thinking that Chu Youcai was just a vain.

Wei Lingfei had already finished the poem, sat there, closed his eyes and read it repeatedly. What can be seen is that there seems to be a layer of golden light flickering on her poems, ready to leap away and fly to the sky.

It is a very literate performance.

Chu Youcai only looked around for a while, immediately retracted his heart, moved his hand, took out the dragon whisker pen, and then took out the chrysanthemum leaf yin and yang ink and the unknown inkstone of the east, placed them in front of him, and then sharpened the ink and straightened his body.

He wrote a line of poetry on the piece of paper.

"Outside the broken bridge, lonely can be ownerless. It was already dusk and I was alone, and it was even more windy and rainy. ”

This divination operator is written about an open plum blossom outside the post house that is lonely and lonely, no one appreciates it, and it is sad alone in the sad wind and rain.

At this moment, Chu Youcai thought that in the countless ups and downs, he was isolated and excluded by countless people, but he was open-minded, iron-clad, and never joined others in the same stream.

He continued: "I have no intention of fighting for spring, and I am jealous of all the people. Scattered into mud and dust, only fragrant as before. ”

This is written, noble fragrance is her natural endowment, for those things that compete for beauty, she naturally disdains it, even if it is crushed into the soil, but it is also fragrant as before, this fragrance will live forever with heaven and earth, and the sun and the moon forever.

This noble and fragrant temperament is naturally written by those chaste martyrs and loyal ministers.

After finishing writing, Chu Youcai no longer hesitated and handed in the article.

At this moment, the bell rang with it.

Those who handed in the papers early, even looked at Chu Youcai, couldn't help but be stunned, and then couldn't help but shake their heads and laugh, Chu Youcai did it in such a hurry, it must be indiscriminate.

They snickered in their hearts, but they didn't expect Chu Youcai to be the head of the silver spear.

At this time, Wei Lingfei showed a confident expression.

In the poem, she used the word filial piety to illustrate the sincerity of the chaste woman and the sincerity of those martyrs.

Just like she experienced.

When she was a child, she once stumbled and fell into a dry well, and there were no pedestrians on the road. She cried out loudly, her breath was puffed, and no one answered him. Fortunately, the air at the bottom of the well was warm, and she carried cakes with her at any time, and she was so thirsty that she ate a little fruit, and she did not die for a few days. It happened that one day, the butcher drove the pig back, and it was still half a mile away from the well, when suddenly the rope broke and the pig fled, ran madly in the field, and also fell into the well.

The butcher took the hook and pulled out the pig, only to find that she was there, and that there was only a little breath left.

Later, when she was asked how she was in the well, she said, "All thoughts were empty, and I was dead." Just thinking of my mother's bedridden illness and waiting for me to go back to take care of her, I felt that the pain was so painful that I couldn't bear it. ”

Later, she worshipped Qiu Wenda as a teacher, and Qiu Wenda said that if it weren't for this idea of "filial piety", the pig driven by the butcher would definitely not break the rope.

At this time, Wei Lingfei was thorough and handed over the scroll.

Then she looked at Juwenda.

She noticed that Qiu Wenda was holding her scroll, and after reading it, she couldn't help but show an expression of admiration, and her fingers kept making circles on the table, which showed that she was extremely satisfied.

She couldn't help but nod slightly, feeling that everything was finally settled.

It's just that at this time, she noticed that Qiu Wenda picked up another volume, which seemed to be Chu Youcai's, and at first glance, the whole person fell into hesitation, as if he had some kind of demonic shock.

It was something she had never seen before.

She couldn't help but be surprised.

At this moment, she suddenly noticed that the scroll seemed to be getting heavier and heavier, and Qiu Wenda couldn't even hold it in his hand, and then, the words on the scroll suddenly flew high, and countless golden lights flashed out of it.

It is Chu Youcai's poem.