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Chapter 133 Another Four Songs

"Alas! This is a bit embarrassing! But that's all, I won after all!"

Qin Yongyong understood why Zhu Ze was so proud after writing that poem that looked like vernacular poetry, but people like Cheng Mubai, Hanbok and others knew it very well!

Because among those five poems, only this one was composed by Zhu Ze on the spot!

Although the quality of this poem is actually a bit appalling, at any rate, it is still a poem, so Zhu Ze is naturally happy!

Moreover, this poem is likely to determine the final result of this competition. Therefore, although Cheng Mubai and others all feel that Zhu Ze wrote this poem, it really damages the reputation of talented men like them.

, but at least, now they have a chance to win, so naturally they don’t care about it!

After all, their common enemy now is Qin Yong. And if they fail to defeat Qin Yong today, it can basically be said that all the students of Hanshan Academy are now "suppressed" by Qin Yong.

Underneath! By that time, their face will be really humiliated!

However, what they did not expect was that Zhu Ze's fifth poem was far from determining the outcome of this competition, so they could see Qin Yong's lips smiled slightly and said, "

Not bad! These poems by Mr. Zhu are really good! However, compared with the first one before, they seem to be slightly inferior!"

"What?"

Hearing Qin Yong's words, Zhu Ze almost burst out of anger! "Compared with the first one before, it seems to be slightly inferior?" But the first poem just now, Qin Yong directly denounced it as "bullshit"

"It doesn't make sense"! And now, Qin Yong said that the newly composed poems are slightly inferior to the first one before! Isn't this a shame? It is slightly inferior to the poems that are nonsense.

What should it be called? Is it just bullshit?

"snort!"

Zhu Ze was originally very angry by Qin Yong's words, but he soon felt relieved, and instead said to Qin Yong triumphantly: "Qin Mingheng, just continue to pursue this rhetorical desire! I

Master, I have a lot, so I won’t argue with you!”

"However, I would like to remind you that this competition is a comparison of both quality and quantity! And if there is a deviation between quantity and quality, the quantity will prevail! And

Now, I have written five poems in total, but you only have four. Therefore, I won this competition! Haha..."

When Zhu Ze said this, there was a sneer in his eyes. It felt as if he had already won, so talking to Qin Yong now was just a joke! It was like that "

"Cat plays with mouse". What matters is the wanton joy!

But what he didn't expect was that this competition was indeed like a game of "cat playing mouse", but the question is, is Qin Yong the mouse? Or is he the mouse? That's everything.

Undecided!

What he thought was that he had completely caught the "tail" of Qin Yong, the big rat. Therefore, no matter how Qin Yong "escaped", he could not "escape"!

But the fact is that he was just the "prey" who was caught and released by Qin Yong. Just when he felt a glimmer of hope of "escape", he was crushed again! As long as Qin Yong wanted to

, his prey will return to the "cat's" claws at any time!

"hehe!"

Qin Yong also smiled, and finally said calmly under Zhu Ze's sneer eyes, "Master Zhu, if I remember correctly, the time stipulated for this competition seems to be only half an hour! And now, it's only just half an hour.

Only three-quarters of an hour has passed, what? Are you so convinced that you can win?"

"Haha...uh..."

Hearing what Qin Yong said, the laughter of Zhu Ze and the talented people behind him who also thought they were sure to win stopped abruptly!

No...that's right, there is indeed still a little time left in the time stipulated for this competition! Although the time Zhu Ze spent just now when writing those poems is indeed already

It is close to two quarters of an hour, but when Qin Yong read out the four poems in one breath, only a quarter of an hour passed. Therefore, this half hour of competition time is now so long.

The remaining time is still close to a quarter of an hour, so the result of this competition is actually still unknown. But just now, they were so happy that they forgot this!

"Is it...could it be that you can compose other poems?"

When Zhu Ze heard Qin Yong's words, his expression suddenly changed. In the end, he was still not confident and asked Qin Yongdao with a trace of luck.

How much he hoped Qin Yong would answer him, because he couldn't write any poems at all? In this case, he would have truly won this competition! However, if Qin Yong

Yong can still write poems, even if it is just one poem, but based on the level of poems Qin Yong has produced before, it can basically be said that he has no chance of winning!

"What do you think?"

The final result was that Qin Yong smiled, but he did not answer Zhu Ze's questions at all as he wanted. Instead, he shook his sleeves and prepared to start reading.

It turns out that the reason why he did that was entirely because he understood that facts are far louder than words, and there is not much time left! Although he has to read out these poems, then

It does not take much time, but Liu Luoyao needs more time to write it down, so this moment cannot be delayed!

"Draw a bamboo branch and make a stone. The stone is one foot higher than the bamboo branch. Although one foot makes it taller, in the coming year I will do all the power in the sky."

"A strong wind blew back, and the bamboo branches turned back and opened towards the sky. It's my job to sweep away the clouds and fog. I don't care about sweeping the ground."

"The autumn wind passed through Xiaoxiang last night and went crazy when it touched the rocks and penetrated the forest. But the bamboo branches were not afraid, and they fought with each other for a thousand times."

"Stand firmly on the green hills and never let go; the roots are still in the broken rocks; they are still strong despite being struck by countless blows, no matter how strong the wind is from the southeast, northwest or northwest."

...

"Boom!"

"This... this is impossible, four more songs? I... did I hear it wrong?"

"Probably not! Because I heard it with my own ears! Is this, Qin Mingheng, really such a talented person? 'Still strong despite being struck hard by hardships, no matter how strong the wind is.' This kind of rare thing is rare to see.

What a good poem, can he really twist it with ease?"

"I guess so! In ancient times, Cao Zhi of the Western Jin Dynasty could compose a poem in seven steps, but Qin Mingheng was able to compose eight consecutive excellent poems on the same theme in one breath. Such a talent is probably invincible in the entire city of Yangzhou.

Bar?"

"Hey, it's not just Yangzhou City? Even in the entire Jiangnan area, I have never heard of such a talented person!"

"In that case, isn't he the number one person in the entire Jiangnan area?"

"Wow..."

Qin Yong really reproduced four "Bamboo Ode" poems by Zheng Banqiao, one of the Eight Eccentrics of the Qing Dynasty, four times in a row!

When it comes to the theme of "Bamboo Ode", Zheng Banqiao is definitely one of the most famous figures in history. Among his poems, the poem "Stick to the green mountains without letting go, the roots are still in the broken rocks; thousands of

"Still strong after suffering thousands of blows, no matter how strong the wind is from the southeast, northwest or northwest" is another classic among classics.

According to many sayings circulated in later generations, this poem is equivalent to taking the theme of "Bamboo Ode" to the extreme level. Therefore, as soon as this poem was read out from Qin Yong's mouth, many well-educated people present

You can feel it right away. If people like them think about "Ying Bamboo" again in the future, it will really be "Ying" without "Ying"!

Because you probably won't be able to write a "Bamboo Ode" poem that is comparable to this poem, so the interest that was originally aroused will soon dissipate. And this is not the case with Qin Yong in the near future.

The effect of the "Ying the Moon" poem "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" that he composed before was almost the same. At that time, the scholars in Yangzhou City gave him a nickname in order to express their extreme admiration in this aspect.
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