As the bell fell, Su Zijin slowly stepped into Baiyun Temple.
"Zijin! You are finally here!"
"How's it going? But what delayed you on the way?"
The poor students immediately came forward one after another, showing joy on their faces.
On the other side, the person standing next to Zhong Qingyun showed a trace of disdain in his eyes.
"He actually dares to come!"
"It's just the right time to come and let him fully understand what the difference between cloud and mud is!"
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"It's nothing, I just walked a little slowly accidentally." Su Zijin smiled lightly and briefly greeted his friends one by one.
"It's okay, it's better to come early than to come by chance." He Feng saw the dignitaries on the side looking at Su Zijin with cold eyes, and immediately blocked him, "The poetry meeting will start soon, let's go."
"Wait a minute." Su Zijin smiled slightly, walked around everyone, and walked step by step to stand in front of Zhang Qingjiu.
"Zijin, what are you..." There were many poor families behind him. They didn't know Zhang Qingjiu's identity, so they immediately cast a surprised look at him.
On the other side, Zhong Qingyun also subconsciously took two steps forward.
"You said...if I come here today, I am sure of victory?" Su Zijin showed a smile on his lips and looked at Zhang Qingjiu intently.
Zhang Qingjiu raised his eyebrows, "Of course, I never lie."
"Okay." Su Zijin took a deep breath and nodded heavily, "Thank you!"
After that, he turned around and walked inside.
At that time, the sun was rising, and there was a glow.
Following the word "rise" from the boy in the temple, a man wearing lavender brocade clothes and a jade ribbon slowly appeared on the high platform.
When the poor students saw his figure, they were startled and their expressions changed slightly.
"Why is it him?"
"Zhong Qingfeng? The Tanhua Lang from last time?"
"That's him! Why is he here this year? Didn't Taoist Guan Nei always preside over poetry gatherings in the past?"
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Various voices of discussion ensued, some full of expectations, some worried, and some thought-provoking.
Zhong Qingyun looked at the people on the stage, glanced at Su Zijin from the corner of his eye, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
Unfortunately, the other party's face was pale and trembling as he expected, but he did not appear.
Su Zijin stood there, looking at the face that was somewhat similar to Zhong Qingfeng, his face calm as never before.
"Thank you for coming to participate in the Kyoto Poetry Festival, which is held every three years. Aomine's ability to serve the country depends on this. Today I see many young talents and young ladies with both talents and beauty gathered here. It seems that that day three years ago was still vivid.
Seeing this, I couldn't help but ask the director to host this year's poetry meeting, so as to have a glimpse of the talents of our great Huizhou. If I did something inappropriate, please forgive me." After saying this, Zhong Qingfeng
He also bowed slowly to the audience.
He spoke with humility and politeness, and his attitude was gentle and generous. Even though he was born into a powerful family, no one could fault him at all.
Zhang Qingjiu looked at the man who was dressed like a peacock and was surrounded by people, and couldn't help but curl his lips.
What is this? Considering the relationship between Zhong Qingyun and him, is this considered a large-scale public cheating scene?
She didn't know when the person she asked Chu Lan to find would arrive.
The poetry meeting had already begun, and the people began to disperse and find places to sit down.
The poetry competition is divided into three rounds. The first round is Feihua Ling, the second round is to hide the beginning and end of the sentence, and the third round is to compose poems on the spot.
The top three rankings can be determined directly in the first and second rounds, while in the third round, the contestants need to judge each other, based on the votes of the flying feathers in their hands, and the one with the most votes wins.
The first round of Fei Hua Ling started with the word "wine", and only a few people were eliminated.
The second round was titled with the word "花", and only a handful of players were eliminated.
By the third chapter of the poem with the word "wood", there were obvious ups and downs, and about 20% of the people were eliminated.
By the time of the fifth round, only 40% of the contestants were left.
By the eighth time, it was less than 20%.
The final tenth round is the victory or defeat game, and with just this word, the final top three in the first round are determined.
At this moment, there are no more than ten people still standing in the scene!
Zhong Qingfeng glanced at Zhong Qingfeng, who had a normal expression, and then glanced at Su Zijin. A hint of a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, he clapped his hands and said, "Sure enough, there are so many talents. We have passed to the tenth round.
, but there were no more than seven, and this time... there were actually ten people, and..." He looked at the two figures wearing hats and hats in the crowd, "two ladies who are not out of place."
Hearing his words, everyone was shocked, and then they came to their senses, they actually ignored this.
As the two women attracted everyone's attention, many people in the audience began to talk about the now prosperous "Miss Zhang Family".
Zhang Qingjiu ignored the buzz around him and looked calmly at the figures still standing on the stage.
There were three from poor families and five from wealthy families, and among them, Su Zijin's thin figure looked so inconspicuous.
But he stood firm.
Looking at his cold eyes, Zhang Qingjiu finally showed his first smile of relief today.
This is worthy of her sincere words that day.
"The last word, dream." Zhong Qingyun looked at the urging people in the audience and slowly read out the title of the last question.
"This word is not easy." As soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of sighs from all around.
The remaining ten people on the stage have already started.
"This year of life and death, my soul never came to sleep."
"Life is like a dream, one statue returns the moon in the river."
"Last night, I dreamed of falling flowers in the pond. It's a pity that I haven't returned home in spring."
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Su Zijin was the tenth, and he had already spoken nine sentences before him. Everyone was sweating for him, but seeing that he was not hurrying or slowing down, he said: "Because of the dream of Du Ling, the geese are all returning to the pond."
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After saying this, no one was eliminated in the first round, and everyone cheered.
In the second round, one person was eliminated.
In the third round, three people were eliminated.
At the end of the fourth round, there were only three people left on the field.
Zhong Qingyun, Su Zijin, and a woman claiming to be named Xie.
"After the dream, the tower is locked high, and the curtain is low when you are drunk." Su Zijin pinched the sweat in his palms and took a deep breath. He only had the last sentence left.
At this time, Zhong Qingyun also calmed down, with an unprecedented solemn look on his face: "It's been the third update since I was shocked back from a thousand dreams."
This was his last sentence. He didn't expect Su Zijin to be able to stand to the last step, and he was at the end of his game if he could only block the opponent.
"I give up." The woman blessed herself and sat down slowly.
Now that the top three is out, it’s the second.
Zhong Qingyun's breathing was in his throat.
What he never expected was that Su Zijin spoke again.
"A small boat, dreaming of entering Furongpo."
The flower fell into Zhong Qingyun's hands again.
Zhong Qingyun's face looked uglier than ever.
As the hourglass became increasingly empty, everyone's breathing became more and more rapid.
finally--
"It's over." Zhong Qingfeng narrowed his eyes, "Su Zijin wins this round."
"Su Zijin, Su Zijin!"
There was a burst of cheers from the scene immediately.
Su Zijin's eyes swept across everyone, and finally fell on Zhong Qingyun, who looked ferocious and unwilling, and smiled lightly, "The world is a big dream, and there are several cool autumns in life."
"Okay!" The audience burst into thunderous applause.
Others couldn't think of it, but Su Zijin could still say it, how could he not be applauded.
However, when this poem fell into Zhong Qingyun's ears, it seemed to have another meaning.
Clenching his fists will definitely make him lose face in the second round!
The second round of poems with hidden heads and tails also started soon. The winner was unexpectedly the woman wearing a veil, followed closely by Zhong Qingyun and Su Zijin.
As a result, these three people actually came out on top in the first two competitions!