Except for someone from "Seven Breaths into Literary" waiting leisurely.
Other students, including Gu Yiwu, were composing poems or lyrics step by step.
After the three pillars of incense were burned and the sound of the piano stopped, they began to put down their pens.
At this time, two strange phenomena also appeared in the lobby on the first floor.
Gu Yiwu, who was next to Zhao Rong, suddenly stopped and strode to the table. With a stroke of his pen, he added the last verse that blessed the soul.
In an instant, a bright moonlight like a sword's shadow bloomed from the wet ink on the paper.
At this moment, the corner table where Zhao Rong and others were sitting looked like a bright moon peeking out from the paper, immediately attracting the attention of many guests in the hall.
Even the pretty maid on the stage and the stunning girl sitting behind the piano table couldn't help but look at her sideways.
at the same time.
At a table near the center stage of the hall on the first floor.
The young man in pink clothes, with a thin and pale face and powdered face, took advantage of the crowd's commotion and quickly covered up the poem written by the blind chicken on the table with his big sleeve, crumpled it into a ball and threw it into his sleeve.
Instead, a piece of tightly folded floral curtain paper was taken out from the other sleeve, neat and white.
The noble man in pink smiled proudly and unfolded the folded flower curtain paper.
The next second, another 'bright moon' rose from a table close to the stage.
It's just that this round of bright moon has a quiet and soft brilliance, and at the same time, there is also the charming sound of wind, flowers, snow and moon.
Suddenly, the two bright moons that appeared on the first floor captured everyone's attention.
"Quick, look at the moonlight!"
"Hiss, this is a top-grade poem! A top-grade poem!"
"Working on the spot, you can actually compose high-quality poems. What kind of immortal figures and Confucian scholars from two academies are these?"
The guests in the hall looked at each other in amazement.
It was just accompanied by sighs and regrets.
Some guests sighed, and some even left the table directly. Even the majority of those who stayed showed envy or jealousy.
Although Confucian and Taoist poetry is popular in the mountains, the arty monks on the mountain can also write poems and lyrics, and most of those who can visit brothels have some literary talent, but after all, they are not as good at it as the Confucian scholars.
Moreover, even if you are a Confucian scholar, it is extremely difficult to write high-quality poems. Those who have this kind of ability have long been accepted by two academies. How could such a fairy, who is not small but not big, appear in Xingzi Town?
Home market.
There may be more places in Duyou City in the north or in the south away from the Fire Country, since they are close to two academies after all.
So at the moment, I thought everyone was at odds with each other, bronze versus bronze.
Unexpectedly, two kings suddenly appeared among a group of bronzes.
I’ve already compiled all these top-notch poems, so what else can I do?
There is a world of difference between a poem that is good and a poem that is not. Even if you go up to the building to read poetry, it is a rare thing in Zuixian Tower.
At this time, Gu Yiwu, who was one of the focus of the audience, had a look of joy on his face, but then returned to normal and put down his pen calmly.
The students from Zhengyi Hall who had not produced any high-quality poems laughed and shook their heads with regret, then congratulated one after another.
"The moon is bright and the dew is white, and the water and sky reflect each other's beauty... What a poem! Brother Gu is amazing. In three sticks of incense, he composed a poem about climbing a building."
"Boss Gu is indeed the number one in our Justice Hall. My younger brother seems to be no worse in Korean than that monastery hall that has a bullshit poetic talent. Haha, our academy's Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon. I heard that it will be held grandly in the academy...
"
"That's right, Brother Ziming is right. That guy Han Wenfu is a stinker all the time. You can tell from his taste. He even often pesters Yu Huaijin."
Gu Yiwu frowned and waved his hand, "I don't talk about the good and evil of people behind their backs. Please calm down. Also, I think Yu Huaijin is quite good. Brother Han is not blind."
He turned around and smiled: "Ziyu, are you right?"
Hearing the name of a certain old-fashioned woman, Zhao Rong smiled and said nothing.
"Boss, are you the same as Han Wenfu?" a student laughed.
"What a bullshit." Gu Yiwu cursed with a smile and shook his head.
He turned and ignored everyone, picked up the poem that bloomed like a sword, and sighed softly.
"Alas, it's a pity that it's just a product of climbing a building. This poem about the bright moon has already been written by the predecessors. It is really difficult to come up with good poems. Just like mountain climbing, almost every road has been trodden by predecessors, leaving our descendants with no new path.
You can go."
The burly man sounded a little regretful.
Zhao Rong flicked his limerick with his fingers and smiled without saying a word.
"Brother Gu, it's meaningless for you to say that. You are the only one who has written a top-notch poem. Mr. Zhao Xiao has not written it yet. What else do you want? Luohuapin?"
All the students couldn't laugh or cry and protested.
Zhao Rong also kept a straight face and said jokingly: "That's right. Where will Brother Yiwu put us common people?"
Gu Yiwu bowed his hands and showed humility, but he was still a little unable to suppress the smile on his face when he was teased by his friends and classmates.
In particular, with his peripheral vision, he keenly caught the sight of Miss Luo Xiu, who had been kneeling quietly on the stage and stared at them for a while.
Gu Yiwu's face was full of spring breeze.
Three Pillars of Incense went up to the building to recite poems. Among the Mochi students in Linlu Academy, they were among the best. Of course, this was Gu Yiwu's extraordinary performance after the inspiration came to him.
However, he also had some doubts as to why Brother Ziyu had not written a good poem. Gu Yiwu usually felt that Brother Ziyu was quite proficient in poetry, and thought he was hiding it.
Maybe Tzuyu is too lazy, the burly man secretly thought.
Zhao Rong looked around and asked, "Has everyone finished writing?"
Gu Yiwu and others nodded.
"Then let's hand it over."
Not far away, the Qingshang maids who had left before re-entered the hall one after another, collecting poems respectfully among the seats in the hall, but this time there was no figure of a smart maid with missing front teeth among them.
Gu Yiwu waved to them.
Several maids in Qingshang came to the table of Zhao Rong and others, sorted out the poems, put them into brand-new envelopes, and registered their names on the seals.
In particular, the envelope containing Gu Yiwu's famous poem was carefully held by the maid Qingshang with both hands, not grabbing it or pinching it, for fear that it would fall to the ground and she would not be able to afford the compensation if she sold herself.
Gu Yiwu glanced at the poem that Zhao Rong handed over calmly.
"Tzuyu, your poem..."
Zhao Rong smiled, turned his head, and whispered three words, "Tu Yile."
Gu Yiwu laughed and said, "You can't say that. Ziyu is taking a different approach to try to win the beauty's smile, but it's not a feasible method."
Other students who also paid attention to Zhao Rong's poetry followed suit.
"Mr. Zhao's statement that seven breaths become a poem is indeed interesting."
"Well, it seems that Mr. Zhao's limericks are just like ours, just for fun. If you really impress a beautiful woman, you have to take care of your eldest brother."
Gu Yiwu quickly bowed his hand and said, "Can you please be less flattering? You are the only ones making noises. Learn from Tzuyu's composure."
After he finished speaking, he did not attend the students in his own school. Instead, he turned his head and bowed his hands politely to the guests around him who were attracted by the exquisite poems.
But immediately, Gu Yiwu's eyes met the person in the hall who had 'composed' another excellent poem.
The young master in pink clothes looked at Gu Yiwu, Zhao Rong and others with sinister eyes, especially after his eyes met with the former's, he sneered, closed the folding fan in his hand, pointed the tip of the fan at the stunning girl on the stage, and then pointed
Pointing at himself.
Gu Yiwu's smile faded and he looked at him coldly.
The noble young master in pink clothes turned his head and a majestic attendant behind him seemed to give some instructions, and then the attendant withdrew.
Soon, the entourage entered the hall with a maid in Qingshang. The latter came to the table of Zhao Rong and others with a bottle of fine wine, and bowed to serve it.
Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu looked at each other.
"Hey, you're fine with the toast." A student next to him sneered.
Zhao Rong turned around, glanced at the bottle of luxury wine, which cost a lot of money, and chuckled, "Who is this guy?"
He reached out and took the bottle of wine and put it aside without moving, not bothering the maid in Qingshang who delivered the wine.
The latter bowed and left as if he had been granted amnesty.
"In the surrounding counties including Nanxin County, there are two largest immortal families on the mountain, one is Nanchen Palace and the other is Ziwei Pavilion." Gu Yiwu curled his lips, "We stayed at Zuixian Tower with this wine bag and rice bag.
I have met him many times in the past few days. He is the son of the master of Ziwei Pavilion, his name is Chen Wuer, and his nickname is Mr. Shenxu."
"Young master with kidney deficiency?"
Zhao Rong had a strange look on his face and couldn't help but glance sideways at the young man in pink clothes not far away.
When Master Shenxu saw Zhao Rong taking the fine wine, he was proudly laughing with the scoundrels around him. At the same time, Youyou, who thought he was cool and unrestrained, unfolded his folding fan.
I saw the four characters "Master Shenxu" written on the folding fan.
Zhao Rong could even imagine their wild laughter.
"Yes, I can tell. But..." He sighed softly, turned to Gu Yiwu and said seriously: "Excuse me, what is there to be proud of?"
Gu Yiwu shook his head, "That's true. His mind is a bit funny."
The two looked at each other and nodded.
Then they all chose to ignore this ‘young man with kidney deficiency’.
Afraid of infection.
Seeing that they were ignoring him, the latter's expression changed and he gave Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu a few fierce glances, showing an arrogant expression as if they were not going to run away after school.
…
In the center of the hall on the first floor of Zuixian Building, on the stage that attracts everyone’s attention.
The pretty maid arranged the envelopes containing poems and registered names and divided them into two stacks, one thick and one thin.
The previous pianos had been put away, and a thick stack was placed on the left side of the stunning girl's empty piano stand, while a thin stack with only two envelopes was placed on the right side.
Luo Xiuxiu's face was covered with white gauze, she glanced at the audience, then lowered her head, and began to open the envelopes one by one with her soft hands and began to review them.
Everyone under the stage was wondering, but although most people had some expectations for the unknown on their faces, they actually already had the answer in their hearts.
The eyes of the guests fell on the two people in the audience from time to time.
One is a burly Confucian scholar with a calm expression.
One is a pale-faced man in pink clothes.
They are the owners of the two high-quality poems placed separately on the stage.
Young Master Shenxu looked provocatively at Gu Yiwu from time to time, but the latter did not even look at him. However, Young Master Shenxu became even more energetic, pointing at the followers, and laughing wildly from time to time with his hands on his hips.
All the guests, as long as they were not fools, could see the contradiction between the two parties, so they waited with interest for the excitement.
There are also many people with disgust in their eyes towards Master Shenxu and others.
"It's really noisy." Zhao Qian'er frowned.
Gu Yiwu and others also shook their heads slightly.
Only Zhao Rong was smiling and tapping his fingers on his thigh.
The next second, Zhao Rong turned his head in tacit understanding and looked at Gu Yiwu who also turned his head.
The latter pondered, "This Ziwei Pavilion is not considered a big sect in our Duyou City. The strongest monks probably haven't reached Jindan yet, and it doesn't even count as a middle-level force. However, here in Dali, it is considered a big sect."
It’s a big force.”
"Tell me carefully."
"Although the monks in Ziwei Pavilion are not very impressive, they are quite famous in Dali because they are good at astrology and divination."
It can be found that Gu Yiwu did find out a lot of things in Zuixian Tower these days.
"So there are a lot of Ziwei Pavilion monks in the Dali Qin Tianjian. The people of Lidi believe in ghosts and gods, worship ancestors, and are also superstitious about fuji divination. Not only the date of weddings and weddings, but also any strange phenomena that occur, they will
Divination of good and evil, even a divorced daughter looking for a husband will help her..."
Gu Yiwu smiled and shook his head, "I guess the Dugu family in Hanjing urgently asked us to preside over the Zen ceremony. There must be this reason. The common people in Lijiang do this and have superstitious beliefs about ghosts, gods and ancestors."
He continued: "The master of Ziwei Pavilion is named Chen Er. He is famous for his extremely accurate divination. He is an old immortal who is very famous in Dali Mountain. This Ziwei Pavilion is also famous. It is famous with him."
"Fuji divination? Incomparably accurate?" Zhao Qian'er wrinkled Xiao Qiong's nose and said crisply: "It's just a mystery."
Zhao Rong patted her little hand.
He raised his eyes to look at Gu Yiwu, who understood. He turned to look at the 'Kidney Deficiency Young Master' and nodded.
"Well, this guy is the son of Chen Er, the master of Ziwei Pavilion." The burly man said with a smile, "But, I am an old immortal with a lot of children, noble people and many things, so how can I care about such an unsatisfactory person?"
wine and rice bags.”
Zhao Rong smiled.
"It's okay, just ignore this clown."
Gu Yiwu nodded in agreement.
"I heard from other guests in Zuixian Tower that this Mr. Xu is just a dandy who has no one to take care of him. The Master of Ziwei Pavilion also sent him to this Xingzi Town from afar. Out of sight, out of mind. Ha.
, but today it is disgusting to us. If you dare to reach out to provoke him, I will chop off the thief's hand, and then talk to him about the principles of our Confucian scholars."
Zhao Rong raised his eyes and glanced at the stunning girl who was quietly reading poetry on the stage with a calm face, and then looked at the young man with kidney deficiency who was showing off his power off the stage. His two fingers were tapping on his thighs without saying a word.
Gu Yiwu next to him curled his lips and couldn't help but add: "Even the dandies in this small place cannot compare with the dandies in our big family in Duyou City..."
Zhao Rong glanced at him and didn't answer, but thought for a while.
"Are there any other powerful people in Ziwei Pavilion?"
"So, there is another woman."
Gu Yiwu raised his eyebrows when he heard this and spoke directly, seeming to be deeply impressed.