"Bold, who are you, how dare you trespass!" said a pale gentleman sitting in the escort seat, standing up and reprimanding.

Ignoring him, Zhou Yi walked straight in, and Zhao Min and others behind him followed. Find an empty spot and sit down on your knees, then tap your fingers lightly on the table.

"It's a pleasure to have friends from afar! Even a glass of water and wine is not a way of hospitality!" Zhou Yi's stiff face suddenly looked at the young scribe on the throne and smiled.

"Hmph! The wicked man came to the door, and it was polite not to sweep you out! I ask again, who are you?" said the man who stood with a fierce voice.

The young scribe on the throne said, "Those who come are guests, serve wine!" Hearing this, the waiter next to him hurriedly took a set of wine utensils and brought it over, and then poured the wine.

Zhou Yi raised the wine glass, played with it in front of him for a moment, and then ignored everyone and poured it into his mouth. The young scribe's eyes narrowed, this man was so arrogant that he drank on his own and ignored everyone.

"You ask me who I am!Haha, ridiculous! You just talked about it for so long, and you don't even know me!" Zhou Yichang laughed, putting the wine glass down.

"Zhou Yi, you are Zhou Yi!" The young scholar's face changed slightly, but he didn't expect to see Zhou Yi in this Chuyang City. However, he reacted instantly, and his heart was happy, it was really a godsend. If he can defeat Zhou Yi head-on in Chuyang City, not only will he become famous in Southern Shilin, but Lin Bo will definitely favor him. Thinking of this, his expression changed, and he said with a majestic expression: "Even if you don't do dark things, even if you don't do secret things, even if you are in front of me, Li Yifu still has to say that those poems of yours are fake!"

"Oh, hehe, then what advice does Your Excellency have!" Li Yifu's pretended majestic look was really ridiculous in Zhou Yi's eyes, without the battle array or the baptism of the court, this kind of majesty was just a foreign powerhouse and not worth mentioning. Hearing his words, Zhou Yi laughed angrily and asked deliberately.

"Your hundred war poems are very different in style, how can it be that they were written by one person! Is it written by the seniors in the Academy of Literature, um!" Li Yifu got up and pointed at him and reprimanded, his expression was righteous and awe-inspiring.

"Joke, you have a limited level, you can't make war poems, but you come to accuse others of plagiarism! Zhou Yili didn't bother to pay attention to him, his poems were indeed plagiarism, but even the Holy Dao couldn't detect it, let alone talk about these scholars.

"I mean, your war poems have a very different style, and they don't look like they were written by one person at all!" Li Yifu stared at Zhou Yi aggressively.

"Not to mention that the styles of a hundred war poems are very different, how difficult is it for me to make a hundred other poems! A hundred war poems are roaring in the Holy Dao, can it be said that you are more shrewd than the Holy Dao Detective!" Zhou Yi said in a word, directly hitting the soft underbelly of their words.

"Did you say that the roar of the Holy Dao roared? At that time, there were only some bitter sergeants present, where could they distinguish the roar of the Holy Dao!" Li Yifu was a little flustered, and then calmly refuted himself.

"Pen and ink waiting!" Zhou Yi turned his head and said, noncommittal to Li Yifu's words, the best answer is to slap them in the mouth with facts!

Xu Huai's eyes were quick, and he hurriedly ran out to find the shopkeeper who wanted to come to the four treasures of the study. Wuchu County has a flourishing literary style, and Chuyang City is even more so as the capital. For example, the slightly more famous restaurants will prepare good pen, ink, paper and inkstone all year round, looking forward to the scholars leaving ink treasures.

Already alarmed by what happened upstairs, the shopkeeper and some poor scholars on the first floor hurriedly followed Xu Huai upstairs and came to the private room of Li Yifu to look.

Zhao Min rolled up his sleeves and grinded them gently, his demeanor was slightly charming, and Zhou Yi suddenly remembered the beautiful figure who added fragrance to his red sleeves in Nightingale City. Zhao Min saw that Zhou Yi was distracted, and thought that he was thinking about plagiarizing those famous articles, and chuckled at the corner of his mouth. These scholars are really ridiculous, Zhou Yi knows so many poems and articles of dynasties, and all of them are written by everyone, how can they be insulted.

"Where is the marshal's tomb found? The green grass is from the spring, and the yellow oriole is hollow and has a good sound. Thousands of miles to help the country, the battlefield shows the heart of the old minister. He died before he left the school, which made the hero cry. ”

After Zhou Yi finished writing this poem, Xu Huai next to him recited it loudly, but his voice was choked when he read the last two sentences. This sentence expresses the sorrow and pity of all the people from the Ninth Army to Marshal Huangfu, and the crowd gathered outside the house also had red eyes when they heard this, and the incident of Huangfu Lesheng's violent death in Manchuan Pass made everyone regret.

With just one song, Li Yifu and the others already had some ugly faces, and it was really hateful that Zhou Yi wanted to slap himself and others in the face in front of many people here!

Picking up the wine glass in front of him, he drank all the wine in the cup, and offered his heart to Emperor Fu Lesheng, "Teacher, from today onwards, disciple Zhou Yi will avenge you! The Holy Courtyard will not allow you, and the disciple will trample the Holy Courtyard under his feet;

"Zhou Yi! This is a place for me to gather for a banquet, how can I allow you to be presumptuous here!" The pale man stepped forward and snatched the manuscript from Xu Huai's hand, tore it off, and then scolded with a hideous face.

"Zhuang Tong! Don't ......." Li Yifu's face changed drastically when he saw that he was about to tear up the manuscript of the poem, and it was too late to stop him! How could the famous poem written by the Holy Dao monk be torn up without authorization. In particular, Zhou Yi's poem is quite extraordinary when he hears it, Zhuang Tong tore up the poem in public, which is a great disrespect to the Holy Way, if it is known by the Holy Academy, even the Military Academy cannot shelter it.

Zhuang Tong was also so reckless when he was angry, and it was only when he heard Li Yifu's voice that he instantly woke up. It was originally hollowed out by the wine, and the pale face was even more blue and white. When he turned his head to look, he saw the scholars gathered at the door looking at him with disdain.

"I ...... I ......" stammered, he didn't know how to hide what he had just done.

Zhou Yi didn't get up, just looked at him contemptuously like a clown-like farce, showing a disdainful smile.

"Li Yifu, just now you kept saying that my poems are not worth mentioning! Now that I'm here, let's gamble and fight poetry face to face, and the loser will cut himself off from the Holy Dao, how about it?"

Everyone was shocked by Zhou Yi's words, and in the eyes of the scholars, this was the battle of the Holy Dao! The loser and the Holy Dao no longer existed, and became the stepping stone of the winner in the climbing of the Holy Dao! Zhou Yi's words were to force Li Yifu into a corner, and he could not do it without gambling and fighting, otherwise the belief in his heart would be shaken, and how could he make any more progress in the Holy Dao in the future! However, this is not Zhou Yi's viciousness, firstly, the Sacred Dao rivalry is so cruel, and secondly, have you not heard it, it is Li Yifu and others who have insulted people in front of them, and this catastrophe deserves to be so!

Under the gaze of everyone, Li Yifu's heart was full of thoughts, and he regretted why he was so cheap, and then felt that he would not necessarily lose to Zhou Yi. However, the battle of the Holy Way would not allow him to back down. After settling his mind, he got up and walked to the vacant seat opposite Zhou Yi and sat down, stared at Zhou Yi with his eyes, and said, "Since you want to humiliate yourself, I will fulfill you." The Holy Dao Jinshi, the Holy Son of the Military Academy, Li Yifu, swore to the Holy Dao that he wanted to gamble with Zhou Yi, and the loser would abolish his meritorious and famous position, and ask the Holy Dao to adjudicate!"

This Li Yifu is a single, seeing that the battle is inevitable, and the loser does not lose the battle, but swears to the Holy Dao first. Seeing him like this, Zhou Yi naturally communicated with the Holy Dao and swore in a similar way: "Zhou Yi, the Holy Dao Jinshi, swear to the Holy Dao, if you want to gamble with Li Yifu, the loser will abolish his meritorious and famous position, please make a ruling on the Holy Dao!"

After the two of them finished taking the oath, a red halo immediately appeared in the middle, which meant that both parties were Jinshi scholars.

"Li Yifu, Zhou Yiwen Dao gambling and fighting, the first question: Seven words poem, spring scene!" The familiar voice in the red halo sounded, which seemed to be the same as the voice during the Holy Dao assessment.

Li Yifu's personal entourage saw the two of them competing in the Holy Dao, and hurriedly prepared the four treasures of the study room for him, and then knelt beside him to study ink for him. Zhou Yi's side Zhao Min looked at the red halo between the two with great interest, she really saw the Holy Dao appear for the first time, but the most important thing at the moment was the matter of Wendou, so she stared at the halo while laying paper and ink for Zhou Yi. As for the victory or defeat, she really felt that there was nothing to worry about, Zhou Yi remembered so many poems and articles, how could she lose to Li Yifu.

"The end of the snow is not clear, the spring wine is expensive, and the mountains are drunk without spring. Just wait for the spring to take the escort, don't wait for the spring to go to the best time. "Scholars often like to be sad in spring and autumn, and pretend to moan at four o'clock. Hearing that the first question was to write about spring, Li Yifu was overjoyed, and without thinking deeply, he wrote a previous poem.

Zhou Yi was not in such a hurry to write, but thought about which seven-word poem to rewrite describing the spring scene, there are too many poems and articles in the calligraphy, since he wants to slap his face, he must be a blockbuster!

"Three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, the prophet of the plumbing duck in the spring river. Artemisia is full of short reed buds, which is the time when the puffer fish wants to eat. "With a stroke of the pen, a poem has been written. Zhou Yi uses a line of calligraphy, smooth and round, calm and steady, mellow and elegant, delicate and beautiful, and vivid. Poetry can be plagiarized, but this hand-held calligraphy of Wang Xi's trip is commendable. Zhao Min, who didn't know the magic effect of calligraphy, looked at this good hand, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked at Zhou Yi with admiration.

After the two of them finished writing, the Holy Dao did not judge on the spot, but the people around the two had already recited the poems, and the people among them had already made up their minds in their hearts. Hearing Zhou Yi's poem, let alone Li Yifu, even Zhuang Tong and the others turned a little pale.

Zhou Yi's poem deliberately depicts that the bamboo forest has been dyed a tender green with new leaves, and the peach trees have bloomed three or two early-blooming peach blossoms, with bright colors; the ducks that have been waiting for a whole winter on the shore have long been unable to hold back and are rushing to play in the water; the artemisia all over the ground has grown new branches, and the reed buds have spit out, and this season is the time when the puffer fish is plump and beautiful.

The scene of early spring is vividly on the page! Compared with his first song, it is not one or two levels, and it is only at this time that Li Yifu wakes up, and the Holy Dao asks to write a spring scene, and he only writes a few spring characters, where is there any spring scene!

Everyone whispered and discussed, and naturally they were admiring Zhou Yi's song. Although the voice was very low, who could not hear such a big place? Li Yifu felt that these words were so harsh in his ears!