Li Bumian's eyes became solemn. He roughly calculated that a person from another world wrote a poem, and the probability that this poem happened to be exactly the same as a poem on earth was probably equal to the probability that "The Times" would win the Nobel Prize in Literature.

Anyway, this is absolutely impossible to happen.

Then there is only one possibility. The man who is pretending to behave on the stage is his fellow villager!

Li Bumian only felt that the sky was thunder was rolling. When did this time traveler become a cabbage? I met two of them today!

"This boy should not be coveted!"

The Eastern Legend's eyes were sharp and he took a sip of wine and said.

"This person is so talented. What if he really wins the first place?"

Yan Qingling said worriedly.

Li Bumian couldn't see any expression on his masked face, but just said calmly: "Don't mess up, everything is under control."

Li Bumian was sure that he was pretending to be like a big sword in front of Guan Gong.

Yan Qingling and the Oriental Legend immediately calmed down when they heard Li Bumian speak. Li Bumian was already an omnipotent image in their hearts.

On the stage, He Caiyun smiled and glanced at the accompanying scholars who were completely desperate, and announced to the audience: "The result is already very clear. Everyone can see the amazingness of the last poem. Then the winner of the first round is Ye Hao!"

When the wealthy businessman who was eliminated on the stage heard the result, his face immediately turned dark. They cursed their accompanying scholars and left the stage in disappointment, very reluctant.

But there was a burst of cheers from the audience.

"I thought this kid was a kid, but I didn't expect it to be very powerful."

"Yes, seeing that he couldn't hold up a word for a long time, I thought he couldn't read."

"Is there still two brushes."

Ye Hao on the stage took a deep breath and kept telling himself to calm down. Are these idiots praising people? Don’t be so mean, right? Brother.

He Caiyun continued: "Then we will continue to start the second round of the Begonia Poetry Festival. The guests who bid between 40 and 30 will compete, and the winners of the first round will also participate. What is the theme of the second round?"

He Caiyun thought for a while, then suddenly his eyes turned and said, "If you have it, just write a poem with the moon as the theme!"

At this time, a scholar accompanied him was overjoyed and patted his thighs. "It just so happened that I had already reserved a quatrain about the bright moon, which I had never published. I didn't expect it to be useful today!"

The rich businessman with this scholar smiled and said happily: "I'm really looking for the right person! A great scholar, if you win the championship today, your reward will be five times higher!"

This scholar was also very happy.

The wealthy businessmen around all frowned, and it would be fine if Ye Hao came out halfway. Unexpectedly, the scholar accompanied him happened to write a poem about the moon and never published it. This luck is so great.

At this moment, Ye Hao shook his hem of his clothes, and the added power of true energy was integrated into his voice. Niu Pi said coaxingly: "Look at it below, don't waste time. I will write a poem first. If you think who can beat me, then compare it with the poem, but I don't think it's possible!"

The original owner of Ye Hao's body was a handsome guy with sword-browed eyebrows. Although Ye Hao was only wearing a coarse cloth shirt, he was still graceful and elegant, with a handsome man in the wind. At this time, he put a few more slutty words, two words, and pretended!

Everyone on the stage was shocked and provoked by Ye Hao's frivolous actions.

At this time, an old man with a very academic style stood up and said disdainfully: "Don't you take me, Bachelor of the Dayan seriously. Do you really think you are the saint of poetry when you write a poem?"

When the people around him saw the old man, they were shocked.

"I recognize him, he is the teacher of Dayan Academy!"

"Oh my God, I'm so rich. I'm afraid I'll spend a lot of money on asking him over?"

"If the teacher is here, Ye Hao must have lost."

"It depends on how Ye Hao ends up."

He Caiyun didn't say a word, and she also began to become interested in this showdown.

Facing the tit-for-tat confrontation between the teachers of Dayan Academy, Ye Hao was not moved at all.

"It's a mule or a horse, pull it out and let's see the truth!"

Ye Hao shook his clothes and pretended to be infinite. He slowly stretched out his right hand and shouted suddenly: "Come on the pen!"

Everyone on the stage was shocked by Ye Hao's momentum. Could it be that he is really sure to defeat the teacher of the Dayan Academy?

The teacher of the Xuefu looked at Ye Hao with a sneer, but wanted to see what he could write.

Seeing Ye Hao so pretentious, He Caiyun covered his mouth and chuckled, and handed over the brush to Ye Hao.

"It's the theme of the moon, right?" Ye Hao asked lightly.

He Caiyun nodded.

Ye Hao took a deep breath and said, "Please bring a pot of wine for me."

Everyone ticked their tongues, wondering what Ye Hao was going to do.

The teacher of the Xuefu looked contemptuous and said, "Pretending to be a fool! If you can beat me, I will eat this table!"

Ye Hao glanced over and said coldly to the teacher of the Xuefu: "This is what you said!"

The teacher of Xuefu replied: "That's right, I said it!"

The scene instantly entered a white-hot state, and all the emotions of the audience in the audience were ignited by the two of them, and they expected the development of the story to the extreme.

At this time, He Caiyun had already brought a pot of wine for Ye Hao.

"Young hero, your wine." He Caiyun reminded.

Ye Hao took the wine pot and opened the pot without saying a word.

After a sip of wine entered his throat, a bunch of wine spilled from Ye Hao's mouth.

Ye Hao wiped his mouth and shouted loudly: "Have fun!"

Ye Hao picked up the brush and wrote poems on the paper with wide open and closed movements. His movements were flowing without any pauses. The wonderful brush was full of flowers and he completed it in one go.

It's been a matter of fact.

Ye Hao slowly put down his brush and let out a sip of turbid air.

"You can see it for yourself."

Ye Hao lifted the wine pot and walked to the side while drinking.

At this time, a group of scholars immediately surrounded him and saw what kind of poems Ye Hao would write.

When many scholars saw that cold sweat broke out on their foreheads and backs.

A accompanying scholar couldn't help but recite.

"When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky with wine."

"I don't know what year it will be today in the palace in the sky."

"I want to ride the wind and go back, but I am afraid that the jade building and jade pagoda will be colder at high places."

"Dancing and playing with the clear shadows, it's like being in the world."

"Turn the red pavilion, lower the beautiful house, shining without sleep."

"There should be no hatred, why should we be together when we part?"

"People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has phases and waxing, and this matter is difficult to be complete in ancient times."

"I hope people will live long and share the beauty of the moon with thousands of miles away."

After reading this scholar, his voice began to tremble.

"Quatrical sentences! Quatrical sentences! This is a Quatrical sentence!"

The scholars turned around at the same time and looked at Ye Hao who was drinking with a secret heartbroken side, as if he was staring at an out of reach giant. The talent he gained from countless hard windows in his life was completely insignificant compared to the man in front of him!

Bang!

Explode instantly!

Nie Xiaorou in the gauze curtain only felt her eyes a little wet. Thinking of her brother who had been away for many years, Nie Xiaorou felt deeply, and she couldn't help but recite: "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has phases and waxing, and this matter is hard to be complete in the past. I hope people will live long and share the beauty of the moon together from thousands of miles away..."

The Oriental Legend in the audience was a little unsteady. The Oriental Legend's eyes flashed, and a vicious light flashed, and he said gloomyly: "This boy cannot be kept!"

The Eastern Legend has begun to consider how to erase Ye Hao and thus allow Shangguan Yun to win. Now it seems that Ye Hao's threat is too great.

After the Eastern Legend said that, Yan Qingling also looked at Li Bumian, waiting for Li Bumian's sign.

Li Bumian was calm and calm, just like an old monk entering into meditation. He stroked his non-existent beard and said lightly: "No hurry, I have tailored a poem for Shangguan Yun, and I am sure to win."

When the two of them heard Li Bumian's words, they calmed down again.

On the stage, Ye Hao looked at the teacher in the school and said lightly: "It's your turn, Sensen."

Everyone in Tieyantai looked at the teachers of Dayan Academy.

The teacher of the school was glaring at him, knowing that he could not beat the boy. He picked up a piece of paper, wrote the word "table" on it, and then ate the paper.

Then he left Tieyantai as if he had escaped. At this time, he just wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in. The face of the Dayan Academy was defeated by him.

Everyone in the audience was shocked.

"Did the teachers from Dayan Academy run away without fighting?"

"It's so terrifying!"

"Indeed, the poems he wrote just now were so amazing."
To be continued...