The lines of small characters formed by golden light made Chen Xiaofan's brows jump.

He read it once and determined that it was a piece of poetry, and it was a good piece of poetry. Even though he was not familiar with poetry, he could feel the unfinished beauty in it after reading it...

The key is that this is a song I have never heard of.

What's going on?

These days, even Zhong can compose lyrics?

This golden bell is too magical!

"Brother Chen, what's up? Did this first question stump you?"

On the opposite side, the Eight Great Monsters saw Chen Xiaofan looking worried and winking. A group of people felt happy and said, "Brother Chen, you have to work harder, otherwise it will be ugly if you lose."

They inquired clearly and knew Chen Xiaofan's past, so they thought of such a way to embarrass Chen Xiaofan.

Seeing that Chen Xiaofan had been tricked and was about to fall into their scheme, they felt proud and happy.

"..."

Looking up and looking around the room, Chen Xiaofan saw that everyone in the room was staring at him, as if they were waiting to see his joke.

OK.

Wu is not good at changing the text. If you want to laugh at me so much, then don’t blame me for not giving you face.

He picked up his pen and sneered: "You guys are so thoughtful. You even know that I like poetry. I'm flattered. Okay, let's have a poetry contest today."

As he spoke, the pen and ink fell.

After a while, he copied all Jin Zhong's lyrics that appeared in his consciousness.

"..."

The eight monsters saw his serious writing and looked at each other suspiciously.

"This guy doesn't really have ink in his stomach, does he?"

"How is that possible? It's not like you don't know his past. He doesn't even have enough to eat, so how can he have time to study poetry?"

"I think he is just pretending to be fat. When he writes a joke, he will suffer even more, hehe."

In a world where martial arts is respected, the poor care about food and clothing, and the talented care about cultivation. Only young ladies from high-ranking families are qualified to care about everything and still have time to study poetry.

To put it simply, poetry is of a high-end and upper-class tone, and it is really not something that people from ordinary backgrounds can study.

Wait until everyone stops writing.

Among the eight monsters, Zhao Qingliu, the genius of Shuixie City who came up with this trick, stood up happily and said: "If everyone can solve the first question, I will ask our referee."

After the words fell, the three old men came to the field with smiles on their faces.

"These three are teachers from the imperial court. They are extremely accomplished in poetry. It is most fair for them to judge whether it is good or bad. Now please show your works."

After saying that, Zhao Qingliu bowed to the three of them and said, "Please invite the three teachers."

The three old men nodded and browsed everyone's works. They scanned them one by one, sometimes frowning, sometimes nodding. While looking at them, they pointed out: "This person's work is not satisfactory, inferior."

"This person's work is neat and good, but it's also inferior."

"This...lower class."

"Inferior."

"Inferior."

"medium."

"Huh? What is this? It's got uneven pronunciation and nonsense. Whose is this?"

Look up.

When everyone discovered the monster in Tai'an City, Shi Haoran's face turned dark and he stared at Zhao Qingliu with trembling hands.

Zhao Qingliu smiled awkwardly and hinted to Shi Haoran to calm down.

"It's not easy to hire a referee for this literary fight, and it's guaranteed to be fair, so it's normal for some things to go wrong in the middle."

"Brother Shi, don't worry, the most exciting part is Chen Xiaofan, don't worry."

After all, Shi Haoran is a son of a family in Tai'an City. Under the influence of a big family, no matter how bad he is, he is definitely better than a mud-legged guy, right?

"Humph." Shi Haoran snorted dissatisfiedly, feeling dissatisfied.

Even though he had been educated and prepared in advance, it was still too difficult for him to write poetry as a rough and arrogant person.

At this time.

The referee watched most of the circle.

Almost all are inferior.

Their faces were full of disappointment. They turned their eyes and landed on Zhao Qingliu's work. They smiled with satisfaction: "This is a good, new-school piece. It's still full of meaning. It can be regarded as average."

"Haha, thank you for the compliment." Zhao Qingliu glanced at everyone proudly.

As the initiator of this move, he himself is somewhat accomplished in poetry. Therefore, although this move is used to deal with Chen Xiaofan, it is also a means for him to express himself.

"I have a sea,

Vast expanse of clear water flows into the rooftop,

As beautiful as the sounds of nature,

Not as good as your Fendai.

I have a cloud,

I am wandering in the world,

Three years and five years,

Just waiting for you to come..."

"It's really good."

"Master Zhao is truly an outstanding man, both civil and military!"

Everyone's eyes followed the referee's voice and fell on Zhao Qingliu's work.

Full of admiration.

Zhao Qingliu became more and more excited.

"Huh?"

suddenly.

The referee's eyes stopped on Chen Xiaofan, or Chen Xiaofan's work to be precise.

"This song... seconds!"

"The entire poem has gatherings and separations, sorrow and joy intertwined, and the emotion is deep and beautiful. Especially the last two sentences directly elevate the realm to a new level!"

"What's even more rare is that this poem is easy to understand, and it is very likely to become a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation in the future!"

The three judges were uncharacteristically excited. They ran to Chen Xiaofan's lyrics and praised them repeatedly. They couldn't stop talking and even forgot to comment.

"Gulu."

The eight monsters' throats twitched and their expressions became unnatural.

What's going on?

The situation is different from what I imagined.

They couldn't help but focus on Chen Xiaofan's works.

"Magpie Bridge Immortal."

Thin clouds make tricks, flying stars spread hatred, and silvery people are far away in darkness.

Once the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will defeat countless people in the world.

Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can’t bear to look at the magpie bridge on my way back.

If the love between two people lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night?"

Read it at a glance.

Everyone looked like they still had something to say.

"If love lasts for a long time, how can we live together day and night... This sentence is really well written..."

“It’s really good!”

Even though everyone in the field is not good at it, they can still tell the difference between good and bad.

After some comparison, even a blind person can tell who is good and who is bad.

The expressions of the eight monsters completely changed.

And next to Chen Xiaofan.
To be continued...