"On the side of the Yangtze River is Piaoxiang Tower, where Pipa enters Zhongzhou..."
Lin Su's heart moved, not bad. Poems are most afraid of saying nothing, but Zhao Ji's poem describes the location and iconic events. In the future, the pipa will be popular in Da Cang, and this poem will follow him all the way.
, in line with the characteristics of colorful poems. The so-called colorful poems have popular elements.
But it’s a pity that he failed to write the last two sentences!
The poem is completed, and the golden light shines!
The poem of golden light cannot become a color!
The golden poem was not bad, and the whole audience was in an uproar. Zhao Ji's face was red. Who would have thought that it would be Zhao Ji who accomplished today's grand event in the poetry world? Under the spotlight of everyone, the poem had a golden glow, and he could finally beat Lin Su.
, as long as he is suppressed today, the haze of losing to him that day can truly dissipate, and his sky will be clear.
Four months later, he finally saw a glimmer of hope!
"What a poem!" Qiu Zixiu, who was as calm as spring breeze, also gave a rare high evaluation.
As soon as the golden poem came out, everyone below began to worry about Lin Su, but there was no trace of fear on this boy's face...
"Not bad!" Lin Su said lightly: "Go on!"
The next song is by Qin Muzhi.
"The autumn light enters Qamdo..."
Good poem, the poem is white light, it is another white light poem.
As the organizer, Qin Muzhi only wrote his own poems in white light, and was mercilessly crushed to death by Zhao Ji. He looked a little embarrassed, but Lin Su didn't speak, not even "continue".
continue!
The poems were read one after another, and the atmosphere below had already reached the climax. Quzhou is really a place of outstanding people. In just half a day, ten good poems were written. Except for two that were slightly inferior and did not receive the Holy Light, the other eight
They are all extremely wonderful, and the pipa is written from all sides, one poem with golden light, one poem with silver light, two poems with three lines of white light, and four poems with one line of white light.
A person below sighed deeply: "I only know Pipa noodles today, but I haven't seen Pipa poems in ten years!"
This caused everyone around to admire: "Young Master, you should also come on stage. Your poem is quite good, maybe it has the Holy Light..."
He was really moved by his feelings. Even though the pipa only appeared today, so many talented people rushed to compose poems and wrote all the characteristics of the pipa, so that later generations will have nothing to write about when faced with this wonderful new instrument. Isn't it ten years?
Are there no more pipa poems?
"Have you finished reciting?" Qiu Zixiu said: "Only Mr. Lin and I are left. Do you recite first or me?"
"You go first!"
Qiu Zixiu said: "The temples are full of Buddhist music and the pipa playing is noisy in the city. How can we know calmness before we enter the world of mortals?"
As soon as the voice fell, golden light filled the ground. Suddenly, the golden light turned into colorful light, and the multicolored light enveloped the entire high platform.
There is a blast below, a colorful poem!
A colorful poem actually appeared!
Lin Su's calm expression finally changed, and she looked at Qiu Zixiu quietly.
The young man who just commented on the poem below sighed: "The temple is full of Buddhist music, and the pipa is empty in the bustling city. One is full and the other is empty. It is truly full and transcendent. It has emerged from the world and is in the mortal world again. It is worthy of a generation of prodigies, a generation of divine monks, and a colorful world."
As soon as the poem comes out, who can compete with me? I am lucky today, indeed I am lucky!"
Lin Jialiang's whole body stiffened. He once again experienced the charm of colorful poems.
For the first time in his life, he hoped that there were no colorful poems in the world at all.
He also saw the expressions on his brothers' faces on stage. His third brother was about to lose...
Lin Sudao: "What a poem!"
Qiuzi Xiu said: "You shouldn't have roped me in."
"Yes, maybe you shouldn't!" Lin Su said: "With your talent, you can discuss poetry with me, why do you have to be my enemy?"
"Because you are too crazy!"
Haha! Lin Su laughed heartily: "Crazy? Can I be more crazy?"
Lin Jialiang raised his head suddenly...
Thousands of people in the audience focused on...
Lin Sudao: "Your poetry is pretty good! But... no matter how good your poetry is, you can never compete with me!"
"Oh? Read it!" Qiuzi Xiu said.
Lin Su opened the paper in front of him:
"The sound of autumn outside the Great Wall enters the Zechuan River. After several storms, it falls in front of the stage. After thousands of calls, I can finally see it. I still hold the pipa half-hiding my face. The three or two strings are plucked by the turning shaft. There is emotion before the tune is formed. The strings muffle the sounds and thoughts, as if
He complained about his lack of ambition in his life. He lowered his eyebrows and continued to play the letter, saying all the infinite things in his heart. He picked it up lightly, slowly twisted it and picked it up again. It was prosperous at first and then disappeared. The big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers. They are noisy.
Miscellaneous bombs, big and small beads falling onto the jade plate. The orioles are saying something, the flower bottom is slippery, the throat spring is flowing under the ice. The ice spring is cold and the strings are condensed, and the condensation will never make the sound stop. There is no sadness and hatred at this time.
Silence is better than sound. The silver bottle is broken, water slurry bursts out, and the cavalry protrudes with swords and guns. At the end of the song, the strings are carefully drawn, and the four strings sound like cracking silk. The East Tower and West Tower are silent, and only the autumn water in the heart of the river is white..."
On the high platform, the folding fan in Qin Muzhi's hand stood motionless for some time.
Qiu Zi showed her always smiling face, but the smile suddenly disappeared.
The people below were so intoxicated that they seemed to be listening to the pipa music again from his poems.
This long poem has emotions, scenery, descriptions, and the poet's extremely keen insight. It can be said that it is truly a poem that writes all the pipa music. There is no other poem after this poem.
At the end of the poem, the colorful light bloomed from the high platform!
Poems become colorful!
Lin Jialiang jumped up: "Colorful poem!"
Countless people jumped up at the same time, tens of thousands of people went crazy.
The curtain suddenly opened, and the pipa girl hugged the pipa and bowed in front of Lin Su: "Pipa's meeting with the young master is like a pearl meeting a beautiful woman by chance. Green Yi didn't know the young master before, but today she has a close friend!"
Lin Su helped him up with both hands: "We are both fallen people from the end of the world, so why should we have known each other before when we meet?"
As soon as the two lines of the poem come out, the painting becomes clear!
The paper in front of him suddenly had a faint green edge...
"Oh my god, what did I see?" Everyone was shocked.
"Cyan luster, a poem handed down from generation to generation?"
Poems include cursive poems, white light poems, silver light poems, gold poems, five colors, seven colors, and seven realms handed down from ancient times. The poems handed down from ancient times are almost legends. At present, there are only more than ten poems handed down. And today, Lin Su's "
"Pipa" actually turned green when he responded to Pipa Girl's words with a poem.
The color of the eternal blue sky, the symbol of poetry handed down from generation to generation.
The poem was handed down to the world, and the earth was shaken and the earth was shocked!
But there is no holy light filling the sky as imagined, just because this poem only has a bit of cyan, and has not completely turned green, which shows that this poem has not really reached the level of being handed down from generation to generation, but has only stepped on the threshold of being handed down from generation to generation.
Stepping onto the threshold of being handed down from generation to generation is also a legend!
The whole place exploded.
Lin Jialiang's eyes widened and he pinched his thigh tightly with one hand. Was this a dream? The third brother almost passed away...
In the Piaoxiang Building above, the fourth lady softly chanted: We are both fallen people in the world, why should we know each other before we meet?
This poem makes me want to cry. When you enter Huichang, you really feel lonely and degraded. I know you are my family’s biggest enemy, but why do I feel sad...
On the periphery of the crowd, a woman dressed as a man was also in a daze. She was the third young lady Zhou Yueru.
In the most high-end poetry competition, he defeated eleven people by himself!
He is the brightest star in Huichang.
He was once her husband-in-law...
Lin Su slowly raised his eyes and stared at Qin Muzhi.
Qin Muzhi had just returned from this poem when he suddenly saw these eyes, and his heart skipped a beat...
"Everyone, today's literary battle is over! Sorry, I won!"
Under the high platform, thousands of people cheered!
On the high platform, it's like mourning your heir!
No one could have imagined that today would end like this.
No one can accept this ending.
When they set up the bet, how often did they think they would lose? In their minds, it was impossible to lose. They wrote poems in advance, they chose things they didn't know about, and they had multiple insurances... This kind of thing
In case, they should be absolutely foolproof!
Therefore, their bets are all based on their winning.
They won, how to make him worse, how to make him unable to stand up, how to squeeze out his value to the maximum extent...
They had a beautiful idea, but unfortunately, the reality was so cruel, they lost!
Even the superb performance of a peerless master like Qiu Zixiu could not stop him.
If you lose, you will be in big trouble.
The whole city was running around and they were asked to shout "I am a waste" ten times. How could they survive in Quzhou?
How else can they embark on the literary path?
"Everyone! If I shout three times, you will start to take off your clothes and run away. When the time is up, the literary world and the literary world will be destroyed. I hope you will not destroy your own future! One..."
"No!" Qin Muzhi shouted. As soon as he shouted, his literary world and Wenshan were suddenly shaken together. Qin Muzhi was so frightened that he flew out of his wits. With a cry, his clothes were all removed and he rushed out.
After rushing out, the shaking in the literary world stopped. There was no damage, but a black mist enveloped him, and his brain was confused.
"I'm a waste..." Qin Muzhi's scream came from under the high platform, his voice was hoarse.
Everyone on the high platform changed color at the same time and took off their clothes...
Some of the people below were amused, and some were horrified, watching helplessly as such a group of proud men who were supposed to be standing in the clouds turned into a pile of jokes.
In the blink of an eye, there were only two people left on the high platform, Lin Su and Qiu Zixiu.
Qiu Zixiu smiled faintly: "I once said that this bet is not fair. Brother Lin, do you know why?"
"Because you have nothing! You don't care about running."
Qiu Zixiu smiled: "Because I have nothing to say to others! It doesn't matter what you ask me! These two big bets are dispensable for me."
He slowly took off his clothes, folded them neatly, and walked down the high platform step by step with elegant steps. The beauties above all screamed...
Lin Su was dumbfounded. Monk, he had to take a closer look. It was really amazing. All four elements were in vain! Such people fulfilled the common saying of later generations: If a person is shameless, he will be invincible.
On the high platform, Lin Su ruled the world alone.
He stood on the edge of the stage, with thousands of people below looking up, while on the street, eleven people were running at the same time, saying "I am a waste" one after another.
The talented woman below is crazy.
The students below sighed.
The girls in Piaoxianglou, who were used to seeing things in the world of mortals, were intoxicated.
Today’s Huichang is named Lin!
Zhizhou Prefecture, Qin Zhizhou's face was as sinking as dirt.
In the Zhou family, Mr. Zhou smashed the coffee table in front of him with a slap. Several girls stood far away, not daring to come over...
In Piaoxiang Building, a student looked at Lin Su quietly. His expression was normal, but a cold sweat broke out on his back.
He is Li Yezhou.
Li Yezhou took the high school entrance examination twice but refused to advance. He threatened to reject Huiyuan. He has long been a legend in Quzhou. He and Qiu Zixiu could discuss poetry and essays all night long. They were mutual friends and their poetry was naturally outstanding. If he had just been on stage just now
, can also attract the cheers of countless people, and may also turn the poem into a golden light or even a colorful poem.
Just now, when Qiuzi's poems became colorful and became the center of the audience, to be honest, he felt a little regretful.
But now, he is extremely lucky.
Fortunately, he did not come to power. If he had come to power, at this moment, he would also be a member of the army running around the city.
He does not have the same state of mind as Qiu Zixiu. If he runs around like this three times, his literary world will be dusted. This time, he will lose the test before he takes it.
The position of Hui Yuan that he was determined to win will miss him again.
The scientific examination is held once every three years. How many three years can there be in life?
If he fails again, he may never be able to realize his lifelong ambition.
It’s so dangerous, so dangerous!
Lin Su turned around and looked down: "Zheng Hao!"
Zheng Hao actually kept staring at him until his eyes finally focused.
Lin Su said: "I have said before that after the civil war, it is your turn! Come up!" Lin Su lightly hooked his fingers.
Everyone was shocked, what do you mean?
Anything else?
People who had dispersed on the periphery gathered again.
The relief in Lin Jialiang's head was instantly shattered, and he became nervous again...
With a roar, Zheng Hao soared into the sky. This shot went directly over the high platform. He turned in the air and landed on the high platform. He stared at Lin Su: "Does Lin Jieyuan want to compete with Zheng?"
"Exactly!"
"Haha..." Zheng Hao looked up to the sky and laughed: "Zheng is not a scholar of literature, so there is no need to compete in poetry. If you are interested, you might as well wait for me for a moment. There are also people of literature in Yaoshen Valley. I will let ten of my family
How about a competition with you, a young girl?"
Lin Su's suggestion to compete with him was inappropriate in itself, because you are a scholar, while he is a martial artist, and you, a scholar, are comparing poetry to a martial artist, which is purely self-deprecating.
Zheng Hao, on the other hand, refused to give up an inch of ground, even cutting and beating him, and used his own ten-year-old girl to severely injure Lin Su.
Lin Sudao: "The reason why I fought with Qin Muzhi and Zhou Liangcheng in literature is because they are best at literature. When I fight with you, I will naturally choose the martial arts that you are best at."
Zheng Hao could hardly believe his ears.
"You...want...to compete with me in martial arts?"
Thousands of people in the audience were all stunned!
In the Piaoxiang Building, the fourth lady suddenly turned sideways and looked at Xiao Chu. Her eyes were extremely shocked, and Xiao Chu was also dumbfounded: "Miss, he said he wanted to compete in martial arts!"
Zhou Yueru, who was on the periphery, frowned suddenly...
What do you mean? What is this hateful person playing at?
"Zheng Hao, take a look. This is the contract I drafted. If you have no objection, sign it!"
Zheng Hao's eyes fell, and he saw a piece of gold paper in front of him, and wrote a few lines of large characters with a treasure pen: ...The two sides will fight with force, and each will live and die according to his destiny. The families and friends of both sides are not allowed to retaliate afterwards. Otherwise, if you violate the holy way, you will be punished by heaven and earth!
Lin Su has already signed. As long as he signs, the contract will take effect!
Zheng Hao held hands together and signed directly!
As soon as the words were signed, the gold paper shone brightly, and the words on it were revealed to the public, showing every detail.
The whole place was in uproar. This chapter has been completed!