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The air is terrible, as if a needle can be heard.

Literature is like a lost mother and a lost soul, and is unreserved by the camera.

They are no longer as simple as being slapped by Xianyu. It was a landing of thunder, and they were all slashed and doubting their lives!

In a trance.

Someone's voice was intermittent: "It turns out that he doesn't want to be a contestant and compete with us, not because he is afraid, but because he feels from the bottom of his heart that we are not worthy..."

Two hundred poems!

Just pick it up!

Continuous!

Classics!

How can people who are so shocking about the past and present compare with ordinary people?

What, "I won't speak first when spring comes, which insect dares to make a sound?"

What is "Your body and reputation are destroyed, and you will not abandon the rivers and rivers forever"!

This is Xianyu's thunderous anger. Some poems pointed at the nose and cursed in front of all the literati. But his peerless talent made people unable to live a little courage to refute!

The most clever swearing is to not contain dirty words?

The most clever swearing is that it is someone pointing at the nose and scolding you, but you still swear at his scolding!

...

"I've been watching the sky in a well."

Not all literati on the scene were dissatisfied with Xianyu.

When raising his hands before, a very small number of literati chose to remain silent.

At this time, these very few people were filled with emotion, but their eyes clearly looked at Hua Weiming, who was leading the way.

This moment.

Inside the Tenth Pavilion.

Hua Weiming was unconciled, and his eyes seemed to have lost their focus.

Four words suddenly flashed through his mind, which were called "destroyed by one's reputation".

The heels softened slightly.

Hua Weiming felt that his eyes were getting dark, and he was in a coma. Fortunately, someone next to him helped him immediately.

"It's time to dizzy."

Hua Weiming thought bitterly in his heart, then closed his eyes and ignored the exclamation in his ears.

He was shameless.

Pretending to be dizzy is the best way.

Because Hua Weiming didn't know how to face the next scene.

I never felt like I could dig three feet into the ground and bury myself hard.

If he keeps here, he becomes a joke.

Although he has become a joke whether he is dizzy or not.

A doctor came over from a distance. This large-scale literary event was equipped with a medical team. He was quickly carried away to treat under the gaze of the audience.

...

The seventh pavilion.

There was also a literati who had not raised his hand before speaking, and although his voice was light, he could not express his irony:

"Xiao Xianyu..."

Some people once jokingly called Shu Ziwen "Xiaoxianyu".

Shu Ziwen regarded it as a great humiliation in his life and could not accept this title.

However, at this moment, people realized that if the three words "Xiao Xianyu" were true, then how much would it be to mention Shu Ziwen?

There was "Li Du" in the Tang Dynasty.

Later, there was a saying of "Little Li and Du".

In fact, "Little Li Du" is a kind of reputation.

Now "Xiaoxianyu" has also become a good reputation.

But Shu Ziwen couldn't afford it and was not worthy of this title. If he really had the slightest charm of "Xiao Xianyu", he would not end up ruining his reputation today.

This moment.

What Shu Ziwen thought was:

If I could faint like Hua Weiming, it would be better.

Jiang is still so spicy, Shu Ziwen is still a little younger after all, and she doesn't know that Hua Weiming is actually pretending to be dizzy.

Now.

Any look at Shu Ziwen made Shu Ziwen feel uncomfortable, and his whole body felt like he fell into an ice cellar, as if even his thinking became stiff.

This is even a mentality collapse.

At this time, let alone let Shu Ziwen write poems, even if he asked him to say something in public, he would not be able to say a word.

...

The rain has gradually stopped.

The eight judges on the judges' seat were still standing there.

At this moment, their condition is a bit like He Qinghuan who returned from Xianyu before.

Shocked.

Respect and have it.

Fear exists.

Praise for it.

There is also confusion.

They finally understood why He Qinghuan was so strange today.

He Qinghuan must have seen Xianyu's poem in advance, so he predicted the scene just now.

No wonder he didn't want to sit down.

When Xianyu is present, what qualifications are they qualified to sit?

Can't sit still.

They are judges.

However, as judges, none of them dared to easily comment on Xianyu's poems!

Xianyu gave up his identity as a judge.

When the remaining judges think of this, the remaining judges are uncomfortable. If Xianyu is not qualified to be judges, what about the eight of them?

The great roc rises with the wind one day.

Soaring up to 90,000 miles?

That day should be today.

The scene was completely awkward. At the foot of Mount Lu where no one spoke, the judges stood up. Only the wind after the rain blew, which was obviously cool but made people feel cold all over.

...

Of course, the scene won't be awkward.

Director Huang did not forget her responsibilities, although the inner shock she felt at this moment was unprecedentedly strong:

"Everyone!"

She finally spoke: "Although Teacher Xianyu has withdrawn from the competition, our poetry conference will continue. Teacher Hua Weiming withdrew due to physical reasons, so let the rest continue to compete."

There is no poem about envying fish.

It’s not that Director Huang is unwilling to mention it, but that he can’t talk about it at all. Where can the two hundred poems start? If you really want to talk about it, I’m afraid I can’t finish it for several days. I’d better hold this poem conference that is still alive.

Yes.

In name and death.
To be continued...