The strongest battle spirit system

Chapter 36 Making friends through writing 【Ask for a reward】

"Warmly welcome everyone! I am the shopkeeper of Piaoxiang Building. I am very excited to be able to hold this "wen~hui" event today. Not much to say, we invite today's first person The challenger is on stage, I wonder who will come first?" An old man dressed in red, turned his gaze to the crowd around the round platform after speaking.

Everyone, you push me, I push you, and after a while, no one is seen on stage.

"No?" asked the old man loudly.

"Since you don't want to start this, then I will go first."

A young man in blue robe flew up and stood in the center of the round platform.

"I don't know what to call the young master?" The old shopkeeper asked with a smile.

The young man saluted and said, "My surname is Song."

"Okay, let's ask Mr. Song to start for us."

"Clap clap."

Immediately there was warm applause from the audience.

"Flowers before the moon and under the turbid people are exhausted"

This Mr. Song just started walking up and down on it, dancing gracefully and quite intoxicatingly, but when he was talking, he suddenly stopped.

Off the court, there was a roar of laughter.

"Hahaha, come down, don't be ashamed."

"That's right, dare to show a bit of nonsense literary talent, I'm really not ashamed."

"Hey, hey, you guys, you wait, you wait." Mr. Song blushed and his neck was thick when he heard the ridicule below, he pointed at random, and finally he could only walk off the stage in shame.

"Next person?"

"I'm coming!"

A strong man climbed onto the stage. He didn't know whether he was a pig butcher or a cow butcher, and he actually had two knives in his hand.

The whole person can only be described in four words, that is 'beautiful naive'.

"Hi everyone, my name is 'Big Fatty Pig'."

"Hahahaha." Just an introduction made the audience laugh continuously.

Fatty Pig scratched the back of his head with a smile, and said, "Next, I will write a poem for everyone: I am called Big Fatty Pig, and I hold two knives. I pick out pigs at five o'clock, and set up a stall to sell them early. How much is it, ask me to get it early, half a catty is eight taels, big fat is one tael more. This is my poem, I finished it, thank you all."

"Clap"

"Fat, fat, fat."

"Clap"

While everyone enthusiastically applauded Big Fatty, in the attic on the third floor of Piaoxiang Building, behind a curtain, a person sitting on the table shook his head gently.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion downstairs, and two handsome and gentle men in white came out from behind the crowd.

Seeing the two of them, the whole Piaoxiang Building was alarmed.

"Look, two great talents from our Zhao country are here."

"Mr. Liu and Mr. Han are here. It seems that the leader of the 'Wenhui' today was born among these two people."

"Yes, Mr. Liu and Mr. Han are two of the most talented people in our country of Zhao. Their duel today is really the biggest highlight of this 'Wenhui'!"

"Yes, yes"

During the discussion, everyone gave way to these two people.

It's just that the expressions of these two people are taken for granted, their expressions are indifferent and gloomy, and they seem to be arrogant and arrogant.

It wasn't until he came to the round platform that Young Master Liu on the left forced out a smile, stretched out his hand and said, "Mr. Han, why don't you come first?"

"Okay! Since Mr. Liu is so courteous, Xiaosheng will be disrespectful." Mr. Han smiled coldly, then opened the plum blossom fan in his hand with a 'shua', and walked onto the stage gracefully.

"My surname is Han, when you will cry while riding a horse, hum!" Young Master Liu clenched the fan in his hand, and said inwardly.

"Since it is a distinguished guest who came to our country of Zhao today, I, Mr. Han, will present you with 'warming gold silk in the tent, a cup of dry cloud liquid, and the night wind to fight back. The horses are tied to the barriers, sweep the road to welcome the guests, and first borrow the spring scenery of falling flowers.' Salute."

"Okay, okay, Mr. Han is indeed the number one talented person in our Zhao country, and he really has a good literary talent."

"I, Nima, do you know all this?" Lin Xi, who was leaning against the door, was really surprised to hear these two sentences from Mr. Han's mouth.

At this moment, what surprised him even more came.

"Clap"

Mr. Liu at the round stage seemed to be unable to bear it any longer, so he clapped his hands and walked slowly onto the stage.

"Amazing, amazing, Mr. Han really has a good literary talent."

Shaking the fan, Mr. Liu said with a smile: "Since Mr. Han has come to 'borrow the spring scenery of falling flowers', then I, Mr. Liu, can only say 'the flower path has never been swept by guests, and the Peng-door is now opened for you'. "

"Clap"

Immediately there was warm applause from the audience, and many people raised their thumbs up to applaud him.

At this moment, the people sitting in the attic also nodded frequently, full of admiration for these two people.

"Okay, since that's the case, then I, Han, will come to meet Mr. Liu for a while." Mr. Han rolled up his sleeves and said.

"Okay, I, Mr. Liu, are listening." Mr. Liu said with a light smile.

Mr. Han said: "Well, since today is a distinguished guest who came to meet friends by writing, why don't we invite this distinguished guest to write a poem, let the classmates including you and me compose a poem together, let everyone compare Who did it better, how?"

"Good!" Mr. Liu nodded.

Hearing this, I saw the people in the attic beckoning, and after a while, a maid came back behind the curtain and listened softly in his ear.

After a while, the maidservant came to the guardrail and said loudly: "My wife said that 'the world will end in April, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple will begin to bloom', so I invite you all to use 'Peach Blossom' as the topic."

"Peach blossom?"

Hearing these two words, Mr. Han and Mr. Liu on the stage would smile heartily, acting very confident.

"Just now Han was the first, this time, why not invite Mr. Liu to come first."

"Then thank you Mr. Han for your kindness." Mr. Liu raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and immediately tapped the palm of his left hand with the fan in his right hand, and said frankly, "Last year and today, in this door, people's faces are as beautiful as peach blossoms."

After two sentences, Mr. Liu fell into deep thought, walked around the round platform, and then continued: "I don't know where the human face is going, the peach blossoms are still there. Smile in the spring breeze."

"Good! Good! Good writing!"

"Young Master Liu is indeed the most talented person in the ages."

Hearing that someone actually installed a "first talent in the ages" on Mr. Liu, Mr. Han beside him was the first to be unhappy.

He opened his mouth and said: "The peach blossoms bloom first when the spring is warm, and no one will see the beauty. It's a pity that the strong wind blows behind, and the bright red patches are dotted with berry moss."

Mr. Han, who spoke so well, also won a burst of warm applause.

The two people on the stage have already made it, and the next step is the time for the audience.

The shopkeeper in charge stood up, looked at the audience and asked tentatively: "Mr. Han and Mr. Liu are both amazing. I wonder if there is any young master in the audience who is willing to come up and compete with them?"

(End of this chapter)