The lyrics can be written quickly or slowly, similar to Yue Qingcang and Yun Yang. They are both extremely serious. Not only are they thinking deeply about the words, but they are also very particular about writing, striving to make every word perfect.
Just during the tea time, someone had already filled in the lyrics for Yuexiayin, and they started singing, shaking their heads and shaking their heads.
"The west wind comes to persuade the cool clouds to go away, and the golden mirror is released in the east. It shines on the frost in the fields, and the osmanthus in the river is wet..."
"Senior Brother is so talented that all the other juniors are ashamed of him!"
"Tonight, senior brother, I'm singing under the moon. It's really amazing. I think I will definitely be able to gain the Dharma eyes of Yu Xi!"
"Haha, I just got it occasionally. It's really unsightly. I still need your junior brothers to criticize and correct me!"
"Elder brother, you are too humble. Who else in Qingyun Sect can have your talents? Regardless of martial arts qualifications or understanding, we are all beyond our reach!"
On a large boat, a group of disciples of the Qingyun Sect were writing lyrics. Yang Lin, the eldest disciple of the Qingyun Sect, sang the song "Yan Xia Yue", which was indeed quite good.
This attracted a burst of admiration from everyone around him. After Yang Lin excused himself for a few words, a look of pride could not help but appear on his face.
Ye Fan from the Qingyun Sect put down the jade pen in his hand, with an indifferent expression, without even looking at Yang Lin.
"You should come to such a grand event today, right?" Ye Fan muttered, looking to the left and right, but he didn't see that person.
Although the Qingyun Sect is not as high-end as the Qingtian Sect, its strength is quite impressive.
Listening to the praises of the people around him and the ashamed faces of other sect warriors on the boat, Yang Lin was still relieved. If he really fell into Yu Xuanji's eyes and sang a song, his vanity would be even worse.
You will be greatly satisfied.
"Hmph, this is just a poem, and you still dare to say nonsense? What a bunch of ignorant bumpkins!"
Amidst all the praises, there were sudden bursts of cold snorts, which were particularly harsh.
The disciples of the Qingyun Sect looked sullen and looked toward where the sound came from, only to see it was the disciples of the Qingtian Sect looking over at the Qingtian Sect's painted boat.
"Qingtian Sect!"
When a group of angry Qingyun Sect disciples saw that it was the Qingtian Sect's warriors who were taunting them, they frowned slightly and lost a lot of their momentum.
There is no way, after all, Qingtian Sect is the leader of Yunzhou Sect now, and the geniuses in the sect are too many and too strong.
But the disciples of Qingyun Sect don’t have a good face either.
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"Humph, what our senior brother writes is good, is there something wrong with it?"
"That's right, don't be arrogant because you think you are the number one sect. Your Yuexiayin lyrics are not necessarily better than our senior brother!"
A group of Qingyun Sect disciples said angrily.
"Haha, there's no need to argue with them."
The Qingtian Sect disciples wanted to taunt him, but were stopped by Yue Qingcang who had stopped writing.
He sat on the desk in front of him and chanted for a month, and he had already finished writing the lyrics.
Wearing a black gown, Yue Qingcang was graceful and graceful. He shook his wrist and admired his lyrics, full of joy.
"Senior Brother Qingcang is really good at calligraphy!"
"Yes, no matter what the words are, the iron pen and silver hook alone are enough to convey the meaning!"
"Senior Brother Qingcang has excellent swordsmanship. This word is like a sharp sword, it is really intimidating!"
Before the disciples of the Qingtian Sect could see what they were filling in, they were already tut-tutting in admiration.
"Huh, you're just pretentious. Why don't you read it out for everyone to hear?"
The disciples of Qingyun Sect cheered.
"Huh, keep your ears open and listen!"
A Qingtian Sect disciple cleared his throat, looked at Yue Qingcang's lyrics, and muttered slowly.
"Thousands of water return to the yin, so the tide signal is full and empty due to the moon. It only arrives, the cool autumn is half broken, and the battle becomes a double battle. There is a finger that polishes the golden mirror to make it clean. Who can seize the Milky Way..."
When the disciples of the Qingtian Sect were just halfway through reading, the face of the Qingyun Sect disciple headed by Yang Lin changed slightly, and his expression became a little unnatural.
"The style is very high, very sad, the words are good, but this word is much better than Yang Lin's!"
The people on the left and right are all disciples from major sects, and those who can come here are more or less talented. At this time, when they compare the lyrics written by Yang Lin and Yue Qingcang, they are much better than the former in terms of wording and conception.
This kind of poetry competition is often like this. There may be good poems, but if they are compared with others, they are worthless. It is precisely because of this that someone can write a masterpiece and finally turn the tide and become famous. Not only does he earn fame , it also plays a great role in improving understanding.
This is the charm of poetry in this world.
Defeated by Yue Qingcang's lyrics, Yang Lin and his disciples behind him left the case in despair and entered the painting boat, shameless to show up again.
On the other hand, the victorious Qingtian Sect had high aspirations and high aspirations, as if they were proud of themselves.
Yue Qingcang didn't care at all about defeating Yang Lin with just one word. Instead, he picked up the top-grade talisman with the Yuexiayin written on it, wrapped it with a layer of luck, and sent it towards Jiang Xin's formation ahead.
Not only Yue Qingcang, but at this moment, everyone who had finished writing lyrics wrapped their lyrics with vitality and sent them over.
After the talisman papers full of vitality were integrated into the formation, they were enlarged and arranged one by one, and then appeared on the four-sided light curtain of the Jiangxin platform formation.
The quality of the paper on which the words are written greatly determines the brightness when displayed on the formation. The higher the grade, the more conspicuous and eye-catching it is.
Yu Xuanji stood on the top of Jin Pavilion. As long as she turned around and looked around, she could see clearly.
Singer Bian Yujing came out of the pavilion, raised his head and forgot to glance up, a slight smile appeared on his face.
He climbed up to the top of the pavilion along the side steps, walked to the carved jade railing, smiled at the woman who was leaning on the railing and stared blankly: "Why, you still can't take your eyes away? There is no one else in your eyes, right? I can see that there is someone else." There are several new faces, they are very handsome, and their lyrics are also good, why don’t you take a closer look?”
The woman is Yu Xuanji who returned to Jin Pavilion.
She turned her head slightly, revealing her beautiful face, and smiled and said: "It doesn't matter if you don't look at it. Although the words are different, they are mostly 'sad and sad', with nothing new. I almost recognize these words as cocoons." If you can't move me now, how can you let the sound of my piano move the world?"
Bian Yujing smiled bitterly: "Oh, I feel so sad for those young men outside. I didn't know that our Qinxian already has his heart set on something, and their words will never be able to stir up visions in the world!"
"Oh, I feel very sad when I hear your sister's tone. How about you find a talented person and commit yourself to it for the rest of your life?" Yu Xuanji turned around and joked with a smile.
"Tch, Prince Yun Yang has fallen under your skirt. How can I, sister, find a husband who can compare to..."
Bian Yujing looked into the distance, but before she finished speaking, her eyes suddenly froze and her voice suddenly came.
The young man in tulle had already put away his pen and used his energy to bring up the ordinary white paper.
Because the white paper was very ordinary and naturally not very dazzling, no one paid special attention to it. It was like a piece of paper falling into the snow and disappearing in an instant.
"What's wrong, sister, what are you looking at?"
Yu Xuanji was startled and followed Bian Yujing's gaze, but found nothing.
"Oh. No, it's nothing."
Bian Yujing quickly looked away and said with a smile: "Don't worry about me. Look, Prince Yun Yang seems to have finished writing. You should hurry up and make the selection."