Yueyao also nodded heavily, she believed Zhang Yi could do it.
Next, it was almost time for a two-person show between Zhang Yi and the scholar. Both of them guessed the answer to the lantern riddle immediately, and their speeds were evenly matched.
This made Zhang Yi couldn't help but look at the scholar next to him, "This person is a strong rival for the phoenix crown."
The people of Qingshan City had not seen such a fierce competition for many years. They applauded continuously and became very lively.
"These two young masters are equally powerful. No one has ever been able to solve the seventy-seven forty-nine lantern riddles in the past years, but this year two of them actually appeared."
"Both of them are qualified to compete for the phoenix crown. It's unclear who will win in the end."
"It's harmful. I don't know if anyone can take away the phoenix crown this year."
Discussions arose all of a sudden, and people's eyes were all focused on Zhang Yi and the scholar.
"Brother, you are so capable. How about you and I go to Zuixian Tower for a drink after this?"
The scholar looked at Zhang Yi with deep admiration in his eyes, which was his recognition of Zhang Yi's strength.
Zhang Yi shook his head, then raised Yueyao's hand and said slowly: "No need, I still want to accompany my wife."
Yueyao secretly pinched Zhang Yi's waist with her other hand. It had only been a while since she started calling her "ma'am" again. She really didn't have a long memory at all.
"Brother, have you figured out how to compose poetry?"
A look of disappointment clearly flashed in the scholar's eyes, and then he asked again.
"Just do whatever you want."
Zhang Yi has actually made up his mind for a long time, but he definitely won't reveal it at this time.
As the lantern riddle guessing session came to an end, the man in red robe's voice sounded again, passionate and enthusiastic, "I can't believe, I really can't believe that two people have guessed all the lantern riddles this year!"
"Next, would you like to invite two people to take the stage to see if they can take the phoenix crown away?"
The man in red robe sounded like a bell, and the audience burst into applause.
With the number forty-nine on his forehead, the scholar walked onto the stage, showing his style in every move.
Zhang Yi told Yue Yao, "Yao'er, wait for me here for a while, and I will bring you the phoenix crown."
Zhang Yi jumped onto the stage. The moment he stepped onto the stage, the number forty-nine on his forehead suddenly disappeared.
"Are you two confident that you can win the phoenix crown this time?"
The man in red robe asked loudly to heighten the atmosphere.
Zhang Yi smiled and said nothing, while the scholar coughed lightly and said slowly: "Nine out of ten, sure."
"Okay, now the two of you will write the poem. Whether you can take the phoenix crown depends entirely on your ability."
The man in red robe prepared pen, ink, paper and inkstone and stepped aside safely, leaving the rest of the time to the two of them.
The scholar just held the brush in his hand, but his eyes were curious as he looked at Zhang Yi who was writing vigorously.
It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, but when you look at it, you are shocked, your mind is like five thunders, and you look at the poems written by Zhang Yi with a dull expression.
"Ten years of life and death are blurred, without thinking, one will never forget..."
However, when writing this, Zhang Yi suddenly stopped writing and fell into deep thought.
This made the scholar extremely anxious. He put down the pen in his hand, walked straight to Zhang Yi, and urged anxiously: "Brother, why did you stop writing? Such an eternal poem should not be like this!"
With just one glance, the scholar knew that the poetic attainments of the person in front of him were definitely better than his own, so he had no need to continue. He just wanted to see Zhang Yi finish writing this eternal poem.
Scholars have been arrogant since ancient times, and it is not easy to convince them.
Zhang Yi ignored the scholar, but looked at Yueyao who was under the stage, and continued to wave the pen in his hand, "Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to express desolation!"
After finishing writing in one breath, Zhang Yi put down the pen in his hand, feeling relieved in his heart.
Today, he will be a copycat, shaking the phoenix crown, just for Yueyao!
However, the phoenix crown hanging in the center only vibrated slightly and did not provoke much reaction.
It was this small reaction that caused the people of Qingshan City to celebrate.
"Feng Guan has reacted. This is the first time in so many years!"
"What kind of eternal saying can make Feng Guan react?"
"It seems that this young master has hope of taking the phoenix crown."
The people of Qingshan City stood on tiptoes and poked their heads, trying to see what poem it was written, which made Feng Guan, who had been unshakable for so many years, react.
"I never thought he could do this."
There was a strange look in Yueyao's eyes, but more of it was pride, yes... just pride!
"hiss……"
The scholar who knew the complete poem on the side couldn't help but take a deep breath, then clapped his hands and recited emotionally: "Ten years of life and death are boundless. Without thinking, I can't forget myself. I am alone in a tomb thousands of miles away. There is no place to talk about desolation."
"Good! What a lonely grave thousands of miles away, no place to talk about how desolate it is!"
At this moment, he felt the artistic conception, and his mood became sad.
There was silence in the audience for a while, but then there was a burst of applause.
"Sir, are there any other poems you can write? Maybe writing a few more poems will make Feng Guan's response even greater? "
Now the scholar has completely given up fighting for the phoenix crown and just wants to quietly appreciate Zhang Yi's poetry.
Sometimes, appreciation is also a kind of enjoyment, such as appreciating Zhang Yi's poetry!
Hearing this, Zhang Yi pondered for a moment, picked up the pen again, and flicked it on the paper.
"The best thing is to be separated from many things, and the water flowing from east to west will eventually meet each other. The superficial feelings are similar, the clouds are uncertain, and they are still in the soul of a dream."
"Since you came out, the frost has been bright at night. I miss you like a shadow in the wind, and I never stop coming to take you."
"Don't come here. Half a year old, the music is gone, and an inch away from the heart is thousands of knots. It's hard to see each other, but it's easy to say goodbye, and the flowers in the jade building are like snow. I miss you secretly, and have nowhere to say it. The melancholy night comes in the misty moon. I think about this moment, and I feel so passionate.
Tears stained with red/sleeves (yue)"
Every time Zhang Yi finished writing a poem, the phoenix crown shook more violently. After Zhang Yi wrote three poems in a row, a surge of literary energy suddenly rose up, and all the words he wrote turned into golden literary energy and floated in the void, like a line.
The flying dragon is very spectacular.
"Dingling bell..."
At this moment, the phoenix crown also made a crisp sound, and a blue light bloomed, attracting countless butterflies to fly over. They actually held up the phoenix crown and ran slowly towards Zhang Yi.
When the people of Qingshan City saw this vision, they knelt down one after another with pious expressions and murmured words.
"Congratulations to the young master, congratulations to the young master. The young master is a man of great talent. He has shocked the world and made the world know his master!"
The scholar congratulated him repeatedly, his voice trembling a little. He knew that he had met a peerless master, and his heart was filled with excitement.
"Is it done?"
Zhang Yi looked at the phoenix crown held up by countless butterflies and came to him. He always felt that this process was too easy. He only composed a few poems.