Jiangxin Island, Guizhou Poetry Conference Square, the talented people's poetry fight has entered the most intense stage.

The entire poetry meeting was completely separated into two schools, one was led by Xie Cong and Xie Qinghou, and the other was led by Liu He and Liu Rongruo. The two sides made alternate topics, and neither of them was convinced by each other, and the scene was extremely hot and fierce.

The poem mat was filled with people, and three boys with ink were serving each other, all of whom were sweating all over their foreheads.

The atmosphere was a little more relaxed on the VIP platform.

There is no famous work in the battle for literature. Now is the most fierce time for fighting poetry, and it is precisely when there are few good works.

Therefore, it is rare for all the masters and the great masters to have the opportunity to watch coldly.

On the left side of the VIP seat, Li Bo, one of the four talents in Lishui, kept laughing. He was very fat and smiled like Maitreya, and looked very kind, but his smart eyes usually added to him, which is also an important reason why he is loved and respected in the Wuling academic community.

But at this time, Li Bo's eyes were motionless and stared at a certain position in the square. His smile was different from usual. Sometimes the fat on his body was trembling, but he no longer had the temperament of a talented man.

"Li Zi'an, why are you giggling? This is the poetry club. As a master, how could you lose your composure?" A cold voice sounded in his ears.

Next to him, the first talented woman, Su Yuqiao, who is known as the cold and frost, as beautiful as peach blossoms, as clear as banana trees, and as talent as rivers. Her name is Su Yuqiao.

The ability of women to enter school and have words to express themselves is due to the advocacy of the new school.

In the current Great Zhou Dynasty, even the most conservative Chu State, the status of women who have achieved fame and fame is almost the same as that of men.

Of course, among some extremely stubborn old masters, women and men are still different, but there are too few such old masters.

Facing Su Yuqiao's scolding, Li Bo seemed to have never heard of it, his expression remained unchanged, but his smile even more happily.

Su Yuqiao couldn't help but frown gradually. She first glanced at Li Bo with extreme disgust, and then focused on her own waiting and watching in the direction Li Bo looked...

"ah……"

A scream of exclamation.

Immediately, a layer of frost was covered with her face and she said angrily: "It's outrageous. Who is this person? How dare... be so rude..."

Su Yuqiao stared at that direction with his eyes tightly, and his eyes were both angry and shocked. It was right behind Xie Cong, and a scholar in a white robe fell asleep on the seat.

Because of the distance and Xie Cong's tall figure blocked his vision, he would not be able to find it if he didn't look carefully.

"In such an occasion, there is a scholar who can sleep soundly. Who is this person?"

Su Yuqiao stood up slowly.

Li Bo suddenly sat upright and said, "Prophet Su, what are you going to do? Don't do anything randomly. I, Li Zi, have only seen such a wonderful person in my life. You must not do anything that will ruin the scenery."

Su Yuqiao raised his eyebrows and said, "This kind of lazy person is also a wonderful person? Only you, Li Zi'an, call him a wonderful person, may have been a good person all the way."

Li Zian shyly said with a giggle: "I am not a person in the Tao, so I cannot go with him. What? Su Zhizhi, just now, are you not convinced if you lose? What if we bet again?"

Su Yuqiao's face changed and a hint of embarrassment appeared in his expression.

She bet with Li Zi'an just now, and Su Yuqiao believed that this time, Liu He side would be the dominant side, while Li Zi'an bet Xie Cong side would be the dominant side.

Judging from the current situation, although the scene is still fierce, Xie Cong's side has basically grasped the situation firmly.

If nothing unexpected happens, this time Xie Cong's meeting is the big winner of the Wing Chun Poetry Festival.

The opening poem took the lead, and then in the process of setting each other's topics, he wrote two more poems that were passed on by horse racing. At one time, he ran his poems three times, which is already a personal record of the guide poetry meetings.

And Liu He was just a poem about "Rainy Night" that was passed down by horse racing, but it was not a poem about each other. Whether it was a hurry or a poet, he had already lost.

Liu He is her disciple of Su Yuqiao, and Xie Cong is a disciple of Li Bo. Su Yuqiao is better at learning than Li Bo, but as a master, Li Bo seems to be better.

Su Yuqiao lost this bet today, and she has been resentful.

"What are you going to bet on?"

Li Zian smiled and pointed to the direction of the sleepy scholar, saying, "We will bet on this boy! I believe this boy is very knowledgeable!"

Su Yuqiao was stunned, laughed out loud, and said, "Li Zi'an, Li Zi'an, what kind of fallacy are you? Such an irrestrained and lazy person is worthy of mentioning the word "Talent and Learning"? Since that's the case, I've bet with you..."

"Okay!" Li Zi'an touched his big belly with his hands, "We are determined. If you lose, you will give me the book "Collection of University Notes" you have collected. If I lose, I will give you the "Talks on the World of the World" in my hand, how about it?"

Su Yuqiao nodded seriously and said, "Okay! We'll make a decision! I'll go to the square now to call this guy over, and we'll ask in person..."

"Don't!" Li Zi'an said: "Don't be so anxious. The poetry meeting is still going on. Why are you doing so urgent? No need for us to ask later, so there will naturally be a chance to show your talents..."

"Guide to all the scholars, please be calm!"

Just as the two of them were talking, Master Meng, a Taiwanese student, stood up and said aloud.

With a word from Master Meng, the noise in the audience immediately stopped, and the next moment, many scholars began to return to their positions.

However, the scholars from both sides were still glaring at each other. Obviously, they were suddenly interrupted when the poem was intense, and they were still unsatisfied.

Without deliberately observing, you can find that the two factions of people on the Poetry Club Square are clearly separated.

On one side was Xie Cong's side, and the scholars were full of spirit and complacent. On the other side was Liuhe. The scholars were full of eyes wide open, their morale was low, and they looked quite embarrassed.

Master Meng stopped the poetry meeting, and it was obvious that in the hearts of all the teachers and masters, the outcome of today's poetry meeting has almost been decided...

Master Meng's eyes were sharp, and he looked around. When the entire square was quiet, he said loudly: "Today, there are few excellent works in the poems that are prosecuted today. We scholars, we should not forget the etiquette and make friends through literature. If we lose our etiquette, we will lose our morality. Can we all wake up?"

Many scholars lowered their heads and looked ashamed on their faces.

Master Meng paused and said, "I just received a poem about horse racing. There is a poem for you to evaluate. The poem is titled "Night Rain". The poem is presented..."

Two boys with ink pens and ink were holding scrolls in their hands and boarded the poem mat.

The scroll slowly spreads on the mat, and the boy chanted in a clear voice: "The Lishui poetry meets Zhou Ruoshui's untitled poems. The soft rain knows the season, and it happens in spring. It sneaks into the night with the wind, moistening things silently."

After the boy finished reciting the poem, the entire poetry conference square was restless.

Many scholars showed shock on their faces.

What a five-character poem, it uses plain but vivid and neat lyrics, especially the artistic conception is lofty and truly extraordinary.

"Can someone actually make such a good poem in the Lishui Poetry Festival?"

Master Meng stared at the many scholars and said aloud: "Now I also use the 'night rain' topic. You are doing this poem. The best poets are the leader of this poem Wing Chun Poetry Conference!"

As soon as Master Meng said this, the audience was in an uproar.

At today's poetry meeting, there was a situation where the doctor personally set a poem to write a poem?

Wouldn't the previous mutual propositions and fighting poems have no meaning? The title of the Master's proposition determines the leader of the entire poetry meeting, and it is rare in the guide poetry meeting...

Besides, is this proposition of "night rain" too simple?
Chapter completed!