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It was almost the beginning of the You hour, and the sky was already dark, but the entire Wuling City was filled with lights, countless lanterns were spread all over the streets and alleys, and the Wuling River, which made the entire Wuling City as bright as daylight.

Tang Yu lifted the curtain with great interest and looked at the prosperity outside.

It was his first time riding in this strange sedan chair. He could clearly feel the stability of the sedan chair body, as well as the delicate textures covered by the curtains on the sedan chair body.

When the sedan is speeding, these fine textures seem to be flowing, and they also emit various colors.

"According to the records in the "New Learning Minute", are these magic patterns? 'What flows in the magic patterns is magic power, and magic power is released from a kind of magic stone embedded under the sedan chair', it's such a magical magic industry."

Tang Yu was amazed.

Xie Cong was observing him all the time. Seeing that Tang Yu was in high spirits, he smiled and said, "Brother Tang, today is just a March poetry meeting. On the Dragon Boat Festival in May, Wuling will be even more prosperous! Then the dragon boat races on the Wuling River, which is the most lively time."

Tang Yu nodded and said, "Thank you, Brother Qinghou, if you hadn't invited me, I would probably not be qualified to attend the poetry meeting. I really don't understand poetry very much!"

Xie Cong smiled and said, "It's okay. If you follow me, those scholars will not deliberately make things difficult for you. But as scholars, you still have to attend poetry meetings. We scholars cannot get around this level of learning. Besides, Brother Tang is a scholarly family, and he is even more of a family style that cannot be humiliated. Today, we should treat it as seeing the world and opening our horizons."

Xie Cong said earnestly and cared for Tang Yu like a teacher.

Tang Yu is very sincere and very real, not as flashy and vanity as other scholarly children. Perhaps this is what Master Gao likes him.

Xie Cong also likes Tang Yu's personality very much, so he invited Tang Yu to attend the Guide Poetry Conference. You should know that it is not Xie Cong's face. Where are ordinary middle school bachelors qualified to participate in the Guide Poetry Conference?

Even some high-level scholars are eager to guide poetry meetings!

There is no higher education in Wuling City, and even the highest institution of Guinan Middle School in Wuling City is the guide poetry meeting, so not only the scholars attach importance to it, but even the prefect and the governors are closely following it!

If Wuling students want to become famous, the Guide Poetry Festival is the best stage. Didn’t Xie Cong come out of the Guide Poetry Festival and get to where he is today step by step?

As a scholar from the State of Song, it is not easy to gain a foothold in the State of Chu, not to mention that Xie Cong has now made the name of the four talents in the Guide to the Guide?

"Oh, there is also a horse, what a beautiful horse!" Tang Yu suddenly spoke, interrupting Xie Cong's thoughts.

Xie Congzhan smiled and remembered that when he first came to Wuling City, he was like Tang Yu. He was very curious when he saw the horse with red bridles during the poetry meeting.

"That is to spread poetry and horses. The Chu State Poetry Association is to spread poetry by horse racing! Good poems appear at the poetry meeting, and horse racing will be transmitted immediately. Other poetry associations in Wuling City and the people will know at the first time... The poems that can be passed down by horse racing must be excellent poems. For scholars, the greatest honor of poetry being passed down by horse racing!"

Xie Cong patiently explained to Tang Yu, but in his mind was thinking about the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Festival two years ago. At that poetry meeting, he was taught poetry three times, and the limelight was in full swing.

Since then, all major middle schools in Wuling have known Xie Cong's name, and Xie Cong has established the status of the four talents in Guide.

"Work hard, Tang Yu, you will definitely enjoy such an honor in the future!" Xie Cong looked at Tang Yu with an encouragement look on his face.

Tang Yu was slightly moved, but he shook his head and said nothing.

He knew what kind of thing he was, and it was too difficult to make a splash in poetry.

However, poetry must be learned, classics must be learned, and eight-legged essays must be learned.

You can only study hard, improve every day, and do your best!

...

Take a sedan chair and go all the way to the Wuling River.

Five hundred ships on the Wuling River are already waiting solemnly.

These ships have no sails, they are all magic ships. For the first time, Tang Yu saw so many ships gathering together. Looking at the Wuling River, it was already like daytime. Countless ships on the river were shuttled through, and it was bustling.

In the sky, there is also the legendary Sky Demon Ship. Today, the guide poetry meeting was held on Jiangxin Island. It is very difficult to pass on the horse to pass on the poem, so the governor arranged the flying sky to pass on the poem. These sky Demon Ship are treated solemnly, which is a tool for the flying sky to pass on the poem.

He was enthusiastically invited into a ship, and the flying boat was flying on the river, splashing splashes of water.

The gentle breeze blows on the river, carrying the fragrance of spring flowers on the river bank, and the feeling is so beautiful.

Xie Cong was also very interested. He stood proudly on the bow of the boat and chanted loudly: "The spring river is clear and clear, and the bright moon in the sky is full of water, and it is radiant and follows the waves for thousands of miles. Where is the spring river without the moon!"

When Tang Yu heard Xie Cong recite the poem, he felt that the poem and the scenery were combined into one, which added endless poetic and picturesque meaning.

He suddenly felt that being a talented man who could recite poetry was so cool, and he couldn't help but feel extremely envious of Xie Cong.

In this era, being talented is good, but seeing this beautiful scenery is good, but one cannot write poetry casually.

"Brother Qinghou, I'm so excited, so talented, so good. Where is the spring river bright? "A flying boat suddenly caught up from behind. The three or four green-robed scholars were riding on the flying boat, each holding folding fans in his hands and standing proudly on the bow. Among the few people, a scholar spread the folding fan with a "swish" and laughed at Xie Cong.

Xie Cong hurriedly bowed and said, "It turns out it's Brother Rong Ruo, and there are three seniors from Gao Xue. Xie Cong is not talented. I don't know that you guys are following behind, otherwise I wouldn't dare to show off my skills..."

"I'm too humble, I'm afraid you'll show your talents in this poetry meeting. If I can't wait for talent, I'm afraid there's no chance to pass on the poem!" The scholar, who was called Rong Ruo, said aloud.

Although he compliments Xie Cong everywhere after listening to his words, there is a sense of arrogance between his eyebrows, and obviously his heart is not as friendly as he does on his face.

Xie Cong had already told Tang Yu a lot about the Guidance Poetry Festival on the sedan chair. Since this person is named Rong Ruo, Tang Yu guessed that he should be Liu He, with his courtesy name Rong Ruo. He is a person as famous as Xie Cong in Guidance Middle School. His talent is said to be amazing.

Looking at the few people behind him, they were all embroidered orchid robes of Gao Xuezi, but they were all Gao Xuezi.

"Um?"

Tang Yu suddenly frowned, and among the few people he saw a familiar person.

Didn’t that guy meet that guy named Wang Mao outside the church that day? He also came to attend the poetry meeting?

I really don't like Wang Mao and Tang Yu. This guy originally studied Western learning, but later he accidentally learned the Eight-Legends of Classics and passed the exam, and then he made Western learning worthless, as if even a little bit of Western learning could reduce his identity. Tang Yu felt very unhappy when he looked like he was a saint orthodox saint.

Especially that day, Tang Yu said he wanted to study at the Holy See School, but was scolded by him, and Tang Yu was even more worried.

Although Tang Yu is introverted and simple, it does not mean that he has no likes and dislikes. It just so happens that people like Wang Mao are the ones he dislikes the most.
Chapter completed!