Zhengyao on the stage finally opened his eyes, and there was a smile on his lips. It seemed that he already had an idea in his mind.

Ning An saw everything with her eyes. This was not the first time she had seen Zheng Yao's expression. Her intuition told her that Zheng Yao was going to show off his skills again this time.

An Boerqin also showed a knowing smile. When he was in Wenxiang Yuyuan, Zhengyao had smiled like this three times before and answered his three questions. Now it was that confident smile again. With An Boerqin

With Qin's intelligence, it was natural to think that Zhengyao must have some good ideas.

Sure enough, Zhengyao finally picked up the brush next to him, dipped it in the thick ink, and started composing a poem with a wave of his hand.

""Sunset"

The sun sets in the west and the light and shadow slant,

Pedestrians hurried past the restaurant.

Orioles and swallows are also flashy,

In the end, your head will be full of flowers."

Like clouds and flowing water, completed in one go without any stagnation, a seven-rhythm song suddenly appeared on the drawing paper.

"good!"

Although many people in the audience did not necessarily see clearly what the poem written by Zheng Yao was, they saw that Zheng Yao's speed was shorter than the time used by the previous representative of Shengda Academy, and everyone in the audience had to applaud.

Applause. At this moment, An Boqin couldn't sit still anymore. He actually stood up and clapped his hands too.

"This idiot, I really didn't expect him to compose a poem in such a short time. It seems that his previous preparations worked." Ning An muttered to himself, looking at Zheng Yao with a somewhat different look.

Something was different before.

Although she expected that Zhengyao would definitely be able to compose poetry, and Zhengyao had previously created a four-step poem, she did not expect that Zhengyao's speed would be shorter than the time it took to compose a four-step poem.

, the movement should be smooth.

"Not bad, not bad! It's really good!" Zhang Cheng opened the folding fan in his hand and said thoughtfully, "It seems that the third brother has been making preparations for the future. If I am not wrong, what will the third brother do next?"

The performance will be even more outstanding.”

There was a look of determination on Zhang Cheng's face, and it seemed that he could already guess what Zheng Yao was planning.

Liu Yan also nodded in agreement: "Well, the third brother has been brewing for a longer time than anyone else. I think he must be thinking about the title of the painting. I also read the content of the painting just now, and it really counts.

, there are more than ten kinds of images, and it is really difficult to write dozens of poems. Now that the third brother can write a poem so fluently, he must have thought of enough topics."

No one had any objections to what Liu Yan and Zhang Cheng said. After all, Liu Yan and Zhang Cheng were also masters of poetry. From what they said, it was definitely professional.

Discussions continued in the audience, and the stage also began to enter a heated stage. After Zhengyao finished writing a poem, he turned his head and thought about it for about ten seconds. Just when Liu Yan finished saying that sentence, Zhengyao

Finished another poem:

"painting"

The mountains are quiet and the water is clear,

The cold wind blows and the birds don't chirp.

A hundred flowers bloom and have not withered for a long time,

Spring passes and autumn comes, silently listening.

"good!"

Prince Jing also immediately slapped the table and stood up, applauding loudly. Such reaction ability and such fast poetry writing speed make people exclaim that they are so happy.

I saw that before anyone else had a chance to breathe, Zhengyao didn't even stop writing. He followed the remaining drawing paper and wrote "Shadow".

At this moment, Zhengyao seemed to be writing poems silently, which made people unable to believe their eyes. After less than ten breaths, Zhengyao finished writing "Shadow" again, and on the white drawing paper

There is one more poem.

I wrote three poems in one breath, each one faster and smoother than the last. Even Ning An in the audience couldn't help but pinched his cheek hard, thinking that he was dreaming.

"Really? Is this true?"

Ning'an's worldview began to change. A person could write three original poems in one breath in just a minute or so. Not to mention the quality of the content, it was very difficult for anyone to achieve this level of courage.

But, Li Zhengyao, he did it, he subverted Ning An's understanding.

"It's... incredible!"

"This...is this true?"

"Tell me, there are no flowers in my eyes, there are no flowers in my eyes, all this is true!"

"Look! Li Zhengyao has written again!!!"

…

Zheng Yao's move was so shocking that the audience began to become even more noisy at this moment, and the Taixue Building Talent Competition site turned into a downtown area, like a vegetable market.

Yalan, who was next to An Boqin, couldn't help but open her mouth wide and exclaimed: "Miss! Look at Mr. Li, he...he didn't even stop...stop to think. He just finished the fourth song.

Poetry, he started writing again..."

Yalan was right. While everyone was still exclaiming and talking, Zhengyao on the stage seemed to be possessed by something evil. He quickly finished another seven-rhythm poem "Zhu Chai" as if his hands were not obeying his command.

, and then, taking advantage of the situation, two more large characters in regular script were written - Qinglou.

"Well, it seems that I still have too low a view of Mr. Li. Mr. Li is so talented and quick in poetry. I think I can never do it. The Ming Dynasty can have such talented people. If we, Mongolia, want to gain benefits from the Ming Dynasty, then

It’s definitely difficult.”

Seeing Zheng Yao's performance, An Boqin's eyes were flickering, sometimes admiring, sometimes excited, but more importantly, there was a hint of worry from the bottom of her heart. As for what this worry was, maybe even she herself couldn't figure it out.

.

Yalan didn't understand what An Boqin meant, but he had a very good impression of Zhengyao, so he immediately said: "Miss, why are you worried about this? If Mr. Li becomes my uncle in the future,

, wouldn’t that mean…”

"Hey Yalan, you're talking nonsense again! I'm looking for a beating!" After saying that, An Boqin immediately stood up and reached out to hit Yalan.

However, An Boqin's blow was soft and weak, like scratching an itch from behind, which made Yalan couldn't help but smile. At the same time, a sweet smile appeared on the corner of An Boqin's mouth.

As time goes by, the other contestants are becoming more and more struggling. So far, Yan Hao has been able to continue writing poems leisurely, while the others are all holding their heads and their expressions seem to be in pain. Because, as of now

Now, among all the people (except Zhengyao), the least one has completed eleven poems, but they all started to stagnate here.

The title, after all, is still a title. Everyone has expressed what they saw in the form of poetry, but now, everyone finally discovered that there are dozens of images that Yan Sheng said before, and they need to use their imaginations to their heart's content.

of performance.

Expand your imagination? Use it to your heart's content? The representatives on the stage were obviously not able to do it. The painful expressions on their faces told everyone that these people were still confused.

"Hey, I have written eleven poems so far. Judging from the expressions of these people, I must have encountered a bottleneck. Fortunately, I have figured it out before, so just wait and see my performance! Orchard..., pond...

hey-hey……"

It didn't take much time. With astonishing speed and terrifying smoothness, Zhengyao rushed forward without even taking a breath. He had already completed "Sunset", "Painting", "Shadow", "Pearl Hairpin", and "Brother House" respectively.

", "Pipa", "Stool", "Singer", "Butterfly", "Tree", "Wine" and other eleven seven-rhythm poems are jaw-dropping.

"Now it seems that Yan Hao is the only one who can persist. Although the poems written by Yan Hao seem to be vulgar and difficult to be elegant, this competition only focuses on quantity, not quality, which also gives him an innate advantage.

With Yan Hao full of bad ideas, I believe he will perform well."

Liu Yan is now interested in Yan Hao. There are six people on the stage, and now only he and Zheng Yao seem relatively calm. Yan Hao has composed thirteen poems at this moment, and is currently the first, ahead of Zheng Yao.

Two poems by Yao. What’s even more surprising is that among the thirteen poems written by Yan Hao, not only are there none with similar content or plagiarism from others, but even among the thirteen poems he composed, there is not even a single repeated poem.

No words can be found.

"That being said, that's not necessarily the case! I see that the third brother's performance is becoming more and more stable, and his poetry is becoming more and more comfortable. I have reason to believe that the final winner must be the third brother. As for Yan Hao, although Yan Hao's imagination ability

Not bad, but he himself is too narrow-minded, which is his fatal weakness. As he goes on, his thinking will become more and more restricted, and he will make judgments when the time comes." Zhang Cheng immediately took Liu's hand.

Yan said calmly.

Zhang Cheng's idea was indeed very reasonable. Liu Yan couldn't help but slap his head and said with a sudden awakening: "That's right! I forgot about this, haha."

For Yan Hao, his weakness is that he is arrogant and arrogant. After all, a person who wants to think divergently and one-sidedly explores and thinks within his own cognitive scope and cannot jump out of his field of vision is ultimately like a person sitting in a well looking at the sky.

Frog, the sky is only as big as the mouth of a well.

Sure enough, just as Zhang Cheng and Liu Yan were talking, something suddenly changed on the stage - when Yan Hao finished writing the seventeenth poem, his whole body stagnated for nearly five minutes.

At this moment, four words could not help but appear in everyone's mind: Guizhou donkey has no skills.

Zhengyao, who was facing Yan Hao on the other side, also happened to finish the seventeenth poem "Fish" at this time, but at this time Zhengyao did not stop there, but continued to write poems!!!

You know, from the first to the seventeenth song, Zheng Yao definitely spent no more than half an hour in total, and he only rested for less than five minutes in the middle!!!

Genius?! Genius?!

Too many gorgeous modifiers seemed to be unable to express Zhengyao's performance at this moment, so everyone could not help but think of the above two words. And just a moment later, Zhengyao's eighteenth poem "

"Shrimp" was completed again, successfully surpassing Yan Hao and ranking first!

"Great! Third brother finally surpassed it!"

Liu Yan was so excited that he couldn't describe it in words. He clenched his right hand into a fist and jumped up on his feet to cheer.

"Well done!" Zou Cen couldn't hold back his excitement and clapped his hands vigorously.
Chapter completed!