The martial arts start saved the little dragon girl

Chapter 96 Competition
"The name of the poem, the name of the poem is Lun Shi Qi Er."

Yang Guo is still very familiar with this poem, so he said it casually.

On poetry, although this topic seems to be floating, but Yang Guo's poem just now is indeed very insightful, and it deserves the word "discussion".But what does the second mean?
Some people secretly muttered in their hearts: Your words are a bit too big, "Li Du's article is here, and the flames are forever", and it has become stale in your mouth.

But after savoring it carefully, I feel that Yang Guo's last two sentences make a lot of sense.

The so-called Yangtze River wave behind pushes forward, if the future generations don't know how to bring forth the new through the old, but just stand on the footsteps of the predecessors and stop moving forward, it will indeed be lifeless.

Yi Xing's servant girl said at this time: "Everyone has their own perception of whether the poems are good or bad, not to mention that although the slaves know a few words, they are ignorant, so they really dare not judge your poems.

But there is still a result in this competition... let our lady taste it according to her preferences.Of course, it is just a family statement, if there is any offense, please bear with me. "

After she finished the polite words for the young lady, Ai Su in the room said:

"All of you can compose so many wonderful poems in just one stick of incense, which makes my family admire.

In particular, Mr. Wen's poem on picking lotus compares the scene of everyone gathering together to compete for poems in the Drunken Immortal Building at this moment to peeling lotus seeds by the West Lake. For the best of today's few articles..."

After hearing this, Wen Runyu was overjoyed, and hurriedly said: "Thank you Ai Su for your compliments, it is a great honor for my half-understood crooked poem to be approved."

The rest of the people were familiar with Wen Runyu, and they actually couldn't understand Wei Xiaobao's rascal behavior - now Wei Xiaobao got next to the two maidservants to talk and dance, sometimes hooking shoulders and backs - and they were even a little dissatisfied with Yang Guo.

They heard Yang Guo chant a wonderful poem, and at the same time they felt good in their hearts, they couldn't help feeling a little sour.

At this time, Ai Su rated Wen Runyu's poem on picking lotus as the first. Although everyone was a little disappointed that her poem was not recognized by the beauty, they still seconded her and praised Wen Runyu's poem.

But Ai Su immediately went on to say: "But Mr. Yang's 'On Poetry' has a novel angle, and it is a criticism of the title of the slave family: although Li Du's poems are well-known, don't always follow the ancients.

These few lines really speak to my heart.

The slave family has learned art since childhood, and has heard most of the Huan Ci and Mi Qu, and always thinks that the predecessors are so profound that it is difficult to surpass them, so they can only imitate the famous masters and explore the ancient style.

After listening to Mr. Yang's words, I realized that there are talented people from generation to generation, each with its own characteristics, but there is no need to favor the past over the present.Aren't the famous songs of several great talents in this world sung by thousands of people?

So, today I want to be willful for a while. Although Mr. Wen's poems are the best, I still choose Mr. Yang to win this round of competition! "

Wei Xiaobao was flirting with the beautiful maid, when he heard what Ai Su said, he was surprised and happy, ran to Yang Guo's side, and said, "We won again?"

Yang Guo blushed, this kind of embezzlement of other people's labor achievements is actually not fun.

He still knows how much ink he has in his stomach.

But when it happened, he wasn't stupid enough to admit that he didn't write the poem himself.

So he just gave Wei Xiaobao a bewildered smile.

Wei Xiaobao was ignorant, but he respected scholars, thinking that Yang Guo was hiding his secrets, not only his martial arts was good, he could hold him down easily, but also his literary talent was excellent, surpassing these celebrities present.

I couldn't help being a little more convinced by Yang Guo in my heart.

When the others heard Ai Su say that Yang Guo had won this round of competition again, they felt a little uncomfortable.

But what can be done?

After all, Yang Guo's poem is indeed innovative and unique, and those who understand poetry can hear the profound meaning in it.

They even vaguely feel that if this poem is spread, it will definitely be able to leave a name in the contemporary literary world, and maybe even be praised by later generations.

So, they have nothing to say.

Just like being overwhelmed by Wei Xiaobao's money in the first round, this second round is considered to be overwhelmed by Yang Guo's wonderful poem.

Have to serve!

Both Wei Xiaobao and Yang Guo won the two rounds, the faces of the celebrities in the south of the Yangtze River were dull, and even a little discouraged.

There is no way, these two young men are rich and talented.

I lose my temper.

They all felt in their hearts that if Ai Su had to meet someone at this time, it must be one of these two teenagers.

Fortunately, Yi Xing's servant girl immediately said:

"Although Mr. Yang won the two rounds, as I said before, you don't need to be discouraged. Our so-called competition is just for fun, not really to determine the champion.

This third round of competition is still extremely important, and can even be said to be the most critical. "

Hearing what she said, some people's eyes lit up again.

"Although our Zuixianlou is not a martial arts sect, we can barely be considered a power in the Jianghu.

All of you present here are all from the martial arts arena. "

Yi Xing said.

What she said was true, and several people nodded in agreement.

At the same time, I also guessed what the third round of competition she was going to propose, and understood why she said that this round of competition was the most critical.

Sure enough, Yi Xing continued: "The third round is about martial arts.

We set up two giant men proficient in outer martial arts at the gate, just to stop those with low martial arts.

Young Master Nangong, when we mentioned this section, Sister Baitao told me just now that our two servants disturbed you, I am really sorry.They deserved to have your hand cut off. "

Although she is a servant girl, she is also the upper class among the servants, and her status is far higher than that of the giant gatekeeper.

In her mouth, those two giants were so lowly, their hands were cut off, but they wanted to apologize instead.

Yang Guo couldn't help sighing slightly, the levels in this world are too distinct, in the eyes of the upper class, the lower class are just like pigs and dogs.

A beautiful woman like Yi Xing has a very good attitude towards the famous people in the south of the Yangtze River, but she also treats those who are lower than her in the same way.

Perhaps, this is the common sorrow of animals in groups of nature.

Nangong Hong nodded at this moment, as a response to Yi Xing.

She said again: "Everyone in the Drunken Immortal Building today is a hero with high martial arts skills.

For people in the Jianghu, bidding and competing for poems are just for fun-after all, it is still a matter of martial arts. "

Hearing this, the celebrities in the south of the Yangtze River were gearing up and excited.

Especially when they looked at Yang Guo and Wei Xiaobao, they all sneered in their hearts:
'You two boys, one of you happened to be rich, and the other managed to make a passable poem somehow, and it was a stroke of luck that you won two.

But in this round of competition, it is necessary to punch and kick, to see the truth with real swords and guns, and there is absolutely no possibility of tricks. '
In their eyes, Yang Guo and Wei Xiaobao are both sixteen or seventeen years old, even if they have practiced hard since they were young, it is absolutely impossible for them to have a high foundation in martial arts.

In this match, Yang Guo and Wei Xiaobao have absolutely no chance of winning!

"Scholar without pen" Wu Bi has always been very confident in his martial arts, so he said eagerly at this moment:

"Using martial arts to discuss Taoism is very good. I don't know how to compare it?"

Yi Xing's maid said: "It's simpler, let's compare it with the ring competition. One person attacks the ring, the other defends the ring, and the loser ends. Whoever perseveres to the end will be the final winner."

She looked at Nangong Hong and said, "Master Nangong, at the beginning we agreed that you would be the referee, but you especially need you to maintain order in these three sets so that everyone can compete fairly.

In addition, the servant has an unfeeling request, I want you to be the first person to guard the ring, I wonder if it is possible? "

You must know that there is no fixed order for attacking and defending, and the one who comes out first will naturally suffer, and the defender will be consumed by different attackers in round-to-round battles—if he is not beaten by the attacker.

People who do not have strong confidence will not want to be the first to defend the ring.

Nangonghong is of course a person who is very confident in her martial arts.

His swordsmanship is superb, and he is known as the best swordsmanship among the younger generation in Hangzhou.

He himself tends to change Hangzhou City into the Jiangnan generation, and the younger generation may also be able to get rid of it.

In Nangong Hong's mind, apart from that Mr. Murong from Gusu Nan Murong's family, who else in the south of the Yangtze River is worthy of a fight with him?
Having suffered setbacks in two consecutive rounds of competition, Nangong Hong, who has always been extremely conceited, was very uncomfortable.

When did he suffer from such uselessness?

Since the third round is a competition, you must perform well.

Not only to win, but also to be beautiful, to impress the beauty in the room!
So Nangonghong replied almost without thinking: "It's okay, I should defeat everyone one by one, so that I can be regarded as the first in martial arts."

These words are really arrogant.

The implication is that he is not targeting a certain person, he just thinks that everyone present is happy.

He was going to conquer all Le Se present!

The others couldn't help showing anger.

This kid is really crazy!
The reason why Yi Xing's maid asked Nangong Hong to play first was because she knew he would not refuse, so she said with a smile:

"Then it's settled, we'll use the floor as the arena, and Young Master Nangong will be the first to guard the ring.

In order to avoid hurting the peace, today's rules can only be won or lost.

Who will be the first to compete with Master Nangong? "

This rule is very simple, and everyone understands it immediately.

"Scholar without pen" Wu Bi was already eager to try when Nangong Hong uttered wild words. Hearing Yi Xing's words at this time, he couldn't hold back any longer. He walked forward, clasped his fists at Nangong Hong and said:

"Teach Master Nangong's brilliant moves."

After finishing speaking, he was not polite, pulled out a pair of hooks that he carried with him, and slashed out without mercy.

He vowed not to write again. On the one hand, he was ridiculed for his ugly handwriting. On the other hand, he got a secret book of hook martial arts from a stranger in the rivers and lakes, which is extremely powerful.

So he abandoned the judge's pen he used before and changed to a hook.

The curved hook and the judge's pen are also partial weapons, taking a dangerous and strange route.

At this time, the two hooks hooked from both sides to Nangonghong's waist on both sides.

Nangong Hong said it well.

He drew out the long sword carried behind his back.

A touch of bright red jumped out.

Nangonghong's saber was a red sword, and it was out of its sheath at this moment, like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter.

He obviously waited for the two hooks of the "Scholar Without a Brush" to reach one foot from his waist before drawing his sword.

This bright red is extremely fast, and the last one comes first.

In an instant.

The flick of a finger is sixty moments.

At this moment, the "scholar without a pen" found that his hook no longer needed to be pushed in any more.

Because his throat has been pointed at by a red sword.

As long as the red sword moved forward, it could pierce through his throat and kill him immediately.

Even if the red sword doesn't move, he will put his throat on the blade of the red sword and seek his own death if he has used up his hook moves.

"I lost."

Although he was afraid of losing, didn't want to lose, and didn't think he would lose, he was also a reasonable person.

Nangong Hong restrained him with one move, how brilliant is his swordsmanship?
He didn't cut off his hands, just like cutting off the hands of the two giants at the door, it was merciful.

"Scholar without a pen" could only admit defeat, "Master Nangong's swordsmanship is really brilliant, and I am convinced by the defeat, very convinced."

Skills are not as good as others, and they are willing to bow down.

Now that you've lost, let's be a little more aggressive.

Nangong Hong didn't open her mouth, she hummed her nose and said, "Next."

The tone of his speech was still so punchy.

His expression was still so defiant.

He still looked at a group of happy expressions.

But everyone present dared not show up.

Since the "scholar without a pen" changed his pen to a hook, his martial arts have made great progress. These people all know this.

Even if these people are stronger than him, they are also infinitely stronger.

It is absolutely impossible to defeat him in one move.

So after weighing his own strength, he didn't dare to be ashamed again.

They all looked at one person, "Little Gentleman Sword" Wen Runyu.

Like her nickname, Wen Runyu also uses a sword.

It can be called "Little Gentleman's Sword" because of his elegant and gentlemanly style, but also because of his superb swordsmanship, like Mr. Yue in Huashan.

If there is anyone present who can defeat Nangonghong, it must be Wen Runyu.

"In the first match, Young Master Nangong won and defended successfully.

In the second round, who is going to challenge Master Nangong? "

I have to say that Yi Xing's maid is a very good host, and has been controlling the rhythm of this test.

Many people set their sights on Wen Runyu.

"Little Gentleman's Sword" almost won Bishi just now, and it's a pity that Yang Guo stepped in.

His swordsmanship is so strong, he shouldn't miss the chance to win the competition, right?

But to everyone's surprise, although Wen Runyu knew that all eyes were on her, she just smiled slightly.

He said: "The red thunder sword technique handed down by Young Master Nangong is really as fast as lightning, I didn't see how you made it just now.

This kind of swordsmanship, I'm afraid it has already surpassed that of old man Nangong, right?
Mr. Wen asked himself that he was far from being the opponent of Mr. Nangong, and naturally he was even less of the opponent of Young Master Nangong, so he would not take the stage to bring shame upon himself."

As soon as this remark came out, the rest of the audience sighed.

Unexpectedly, with Wen Runyu's skill, she would admit that she is not as good as Nangonghong.

Although everyone present was a little bit unwilling, but the competition is like this, purely based on ability, it is useless to refuse.

Nangong Hong was standing in the center of the crowd at this time, wearing a red suit, holding a red sword in her hand, her eyes swept across the crowd proudly.

Everyone present felt a little unnatural when he glanced at him, but they had to admit that the young master of the Nangong family had an aggressive temperament.

Even the two beautiful maids, Yi Xing and Bai Tao, had bright eyes, peeking at the real "strongest" present.

But of course, they all forgot that there were two other people beside them.

One is Yang Guo and the other is Wei Xiaobao.

Of course, it is mainly Yang Guo.

Maybe Nangonghong didn't forget.

Because Yi Xing's maid was about to announce that this round was Nangonghong's victory, the latter pointed her red sword at Yang Guo and made a provocative gesture.

Perhaps, with his intuition as a master of swordsmanship, he sensed the sword energy in Yang Guo's body.

Yang Guo smiled lightly.

[Ding, the task is triggered: defeat Nangonghong.

Task reward: 20 points of internal energy, a skill will be randomly improved. 】

(End of this chapter)