Society is afraid of indulging in infrastructure in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 82 82. Qingzhao Bici
She even held the round fan all the time, did not put it down, lifted the brush on the table, without any hesitation, and wrote an article on the rice paper. , poured a glass of wine casually, and drank it down, not caring about the result at all.

In the eyes of Qi Han in Anyu City, the poem written by Lan Yu must be the leader. After all, this poem was not only written by Lan Yu, but also changed by the power of gathering talents to reach the peak. Word by word, it is enough to crush ordinary people. Poetry.

In the eyes of Xiao Luo in Pingwencheng, Xiao Yi's Zanju is a must-win work, because Xiao Yi used this poem to defeat all the scholars in Pingwencheng, and it can be called the trump card of this "competition". one.

But the understatement of Li Qingzhao, the layman Yi'an, gave them a bad premonition.

The words on the rice paper on the table emitted golden light and suddenly floated in the air.The words grew larger and larger, large enough for everyone to see the poet's words.

"Partridge Sky"

Dim and light luteum, soft in nature, leaving only fragrance in the distance.Why bother with light blue and deep red, it is naturally the best among flowers.

Mei Ding is jealous, Chrysanthemum is ashamed, and Hualan opens to crown the Mid-Autumn Festival.Sao people can be ruthless and think about what they didn't receive back then.

As soon as this word comes out, even those who don't understand poetry will have endless aftertaste and read it over and over again.

I just feel in my heart, wonderful, wonderful!

Lan Yu and Xiao Yi, who understood poetry, opened their eyes wide and stared at the words, tasting them again and again, feeling mixed emotions in their hearts and speechless.

Can they really write such a poem in this life?
Qi Han saw that word and just recited it silently in his mind. He knew that he had encountered a hard problem. His face turned livid and he squeezed the wine glass tightly.

On the other side, Xiao Luo read the first sentence of "Partridge Sky" and became mesmerized.

It's a good sentence, "Plums are jealous, and chrysanthemums are ashamed." Use the group of flowers as a backdrop, and use plums and chrysanthemums as a comparison to praise sweet-scented osmanthus.

Whether it was Lan Yu's Yong Mei or Xiao Yi's Zan Ju, they were immediately compared to the dust.

The sentence "dark and light yellow body is soft in nature, and the love is far away, but the fragrance remains", the little sweet-scented osmanthus is described in such a beautiful way!As I read the previous sentence, I felt that the light yellow osmanthus was close before my eyes, and the fragrance of the osmanthus penetrated from my nose into my mouth, making people immersed in it.

"There is no need for light green and deep red, it is the best among flowers!" Countless people read this sentence aloud, only to feel that they took a sip of strong wine, the wine was spicy, but the aftertaste was endless.

Fun!It’s really enjoyable!

Such a powerful verse.Even for a person like Qi Han, when he read this word, he was secretly startled, what kind of literary talent and talent this is.

This phrase is rare to see in a hundred years!

Who can argue with this wording!Rao is an old pedant in Pingwencheng, and he can't write such a masterpiece!

This piece of "Partridge Sky" made everyone excited, but it became a mountain that weighed on Anyucheng and Pingwencheng. Zi crushed their pride.

If we win this game again, Weiyang City will have won two games, no!Absolutely not!
If Qi Han and Lin Ting raised their heads in tacit understanding and looked at each other, they would know what the other was thinking.

Lin Ting stood up, raised his hand and said, "Lay Yi'an's poem determined the world, and I admire it, but Miss Lanyu and Miss Xiao Yi have already competed for three rounds, respectively talking about scenery, thinking, and sorrow. If so It would be unfair to decide the outcome based on a single poem."

"That's right, now the words and sentences are all prepared, it would be too unfair if one article will determine the outcome." Qi Han echoed, but in his heart he was betting that this is the only article that will reach the pinnacle of literary talent.

If they are all such quatrains, there is no need for them to compare.Qi Han doesn't believe in evil, how many words like this can there be?He didn't believe that Li Qingzhao could say such words.

If Mu Zixiao knew what he was thinking, he would probably reply: Thank you, there are many more.

Talk about thinking and worry.

On this topic, Mu Zixiao felt that this Lin Ting, probably a teammate he didn't know, could bet so accurately on the topic.When they talked about thinking and worrying as the topic just now, they intentionally did not participate in it.

Because, for these two questions, Li Qingzhao, a layman in Yi'an, can be called the grandmother of the graceful school, and the words and sentences of nostalgia can reach the realm of perfection.

But it happened that these two people didn't believe in evil, so they were forced to write a few more articles.

The ice-cold face of Yumao on the field melted into a bright smile, "Then please ask Lay Yi An to write some thoughts and sorrows."

Let you also gain knowledge and learn more, so that you no longer have to struggle to the death.

Li Qingzhao stood up, picked up the pen, and wrote several articles in one breath. Immediately, on the rice paper, verses shining in the history of ancient and modern literature were written.

Lines of poetry were transformed from rice paper into gold characters, floating across the entire Wutong Terrace.

　In fact, Li Qingzhao said that he is the god of lotus flower, and others say that he is the fairy of chrysanthemum. In the end, Li Qingzhao was worshiped as the god of lotus root in the lotus root shrine by the Daming Lake in Jinan, and this article is set as the god of lotus root flower.

　　Li Qingzhao's words are really classics. It would be too much space to present all of them, and I was afraid of reading fatigue, so I tried to reduce the content as much as possible, and tried my best to resist not including the whole text, fearing that it would become Chinese reading comprehension.

　　There are still many talented ancient poets who have not appeared on the stage... Arrange for other plots to appear later, or come back to fight again in the next ten-year competition!

　　Thank you Zaijian Piwang, Yu, /mn God of Reading, for the recommendation tickets!Thank you for your cultivation!
　　


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