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Inside the top ten pavilions.

The literati have different attitudes.

Some people are confident, some are nervous, some sigh, and some are helpless, and the results of each question seem to be on their faces.

in.

The seventh pavilion.

Shu Ziwen has recovered, with a faint smile on the corners of his mouth, handsome and unrestrained, as if he has forgotten the unhappiness he had been scorned by the envy before.

The tenth pavilion.

Hua Weiming is dressed in a long gown, standing with his hands in his hands, with an air of self-confidence, and everyone's momentum in the literary world at a glance!

Judge seat.

An Long opened his mouth solemnly: "Please circulate to each other from the famous pavilions first. If you feel inferior, you can take the initiative to withdraw."

Suddenly.

The pavilions circulated each other's works in the hustle and bustle.

In the process of circulation, everyone looked at the poems written by other people in the pavilion. Some sighed, some looked surprised, some hesitated, some praised...

"Good poem!"

"good words!"

"Xianghou!"

"Admit it!"

"Humbled!"

"Brother good article!"

"You don't understand my poem!"

"There is an allusion in this!"

Some people in the major pavilions are arguing with each other in business, and some people are arguing with others, who seem to think that they are better. In the end, there are not many people who voluntarily withdraw from the major pavilions. Most people still choose to let the judges to judge. Some people have a fluke mentality. After all, poetry has a certain degree of idealism. Everyone has their own understanding. Unless it is a pure level crush, the difference between good and bad is not so clear at a glance. It is for this reason that so many judges have been invited to the Poetry Conference!

certainly.

There is also an undisputed winner.

For example, in the seventh pavilion, everyone praised Shu Ziwen's work;

For another example, in the tenth pavilion, everyone bowed their hands to Hua Weiming, looking ashamed to bow to the wind;

Another example is the third pavilion...

There are good ones.

There are also moderate ones.

After confirming the list of voluntarily withdrawn, the organizer finally arranged the staff to collect the poetry of the literati, and invited eight judges to judge the poems of the pavilions.

At this time.

Someone noticed that the judge He Qinghuan had not yet returned to his position, he was still standing with Xianyu, the whole person was like the same...

sculpture?

The judge Yu Chang couldn't help but reminded: "Teacher He Qinghuan, it's time for us to judge the poems!"

He Qinghuan didn't move.

As if I didn't hear it.

Judge Qin Xiaotian frowned, with a weirdness in his heart, and then said: "Teacher He Qinghuan?"

He Qinghuan still didn't move.

He stared at Xian Yu's poem closely.

Everyone at the scene couldn't help looking at each other, and then talked aloud, wondering why He Qinghuan became so strange.

"Teacher He Qinghuan!"

The staff simply ran up to him and called him, so that He Qinghuan...

Awakened?

correct.

Just wake up.

He seemed to be stunned. At this time, he was reminded by the staff, and he was able to regain his senses. He looked back at the judges and the literati in a daze.

Opened his mouth.

He Qinghuan seemed to want to speak, but suddenly thought of something, and smiled while walking towards the judges' bench:

"Ha ha ha ha…"

His laughter grew louder and louder, and when he returned to the judges' bench, the laughter had already appeared a touch of madness.

Is this crazy?

Several judges looked at He Qinghuan in dismay.

The literati's eyes are even more intensely puzzled.

What did Xian Yu do that made He Qinghuan so abnormal?

obviously.

He Qinghuan's strangeness has something to do with Xianyu.

He looked at the poem that Xian Yu had just written, and then it became this kind of impression.

Live footage is very suspenseful.

From beginning to end, the camera did not shoot any poems frontally.

…

Don't talk about the scene at this time.

Even the audience in the live broadcast room felt baffled.

"What happened to Teacher He Qinghuan?"

"What did Xian Yu write?"

"It feels like after he read what Xian Yu wrote, people are not right."

"Forget about this, the selection has begun."

"Just now the tenth pavilion was exaggerating Hua Weiming's work, which made me very curious!"

"Shu Ziwen seems to have written an amazing poem."

"I'll read it in a while."

"Why doesn't He Qinghuan sit down?"

"I have it!"

"The first two of the first pavilion are out!"

Following the discussion of several judges, the winning work of the first pavilion was soon selected.

Literati excited!

The audience is excited!

Everyone is no longer entangled with He Qinghuan's strangeness, only boundless expectations are left in their hearts!

"The title of the first pavilion is, love!"

The so-called love is a word that people can't get around, no matter the age.

There is no shortage of masterpieces for such propositions in ancient and modern times.

at the moment.

There is indeed a masterpiece.

Judge Anlong's eyes were astonishing: "The winner is Bian Huan and Mr. Chunzheng. Let's ask our reciter to bring you the masterpiece of Mr. Bian Huan!"

This is a poem conference.

The program group specially invited several highly skilled reciters to recite the great works that emerged in the poem conference!

The voice of the judges fell.

One of the recitationists took the poem and began to recite, full of emotions, perfectly showing the poet's emotions.

"The rain in the spring mountains is about to harvest, and the sky is faint and the stars are faint. The waning moon is bright, don't tears before the dawn. Although the words are weak, the love is not, I still look back: I still remember the green skirt, and pity the grass everywhere."

moment!

The literati applauded!

The live broadcast room is even more climax!

"it is good!"

"This poem is amazing!"

"The leader of the first pavilion is well deserved!"

"This is Blue Star's top-level literary event. It really didn't disappoint. The first song just exploded like this!"

"Teacher Bianhuan yyds!"

"I once read a masterpiece by Teacher Bianhuan. This teacher and his wife are extremely affectionate and wrote a lot of love poems for each other. This one is not the best. I suggest you search for "The Ronin". Personally think that one is still there. Above this one!"

"very touching!"

"There will be more later."

"The second one is out!"

With an exclamation, the reciter began to read the second poem of the first pavilion, which is also a rare and precious masterpiece.

then.

The third pavilion!

The fourth pavilion!

The fifth pavilion!

Among the top ten pavilions built by Lushan, each pavilion selected two of the best poems, which can be described as a literary talent!

This is the carnival of literati!

The same is the carnival of the audience!

Countless poets lovers are so excited!

Especially at the seventh pavilion, the poem written by Shu Ziwen won the whole house even more applause. The judge An Long couldn't help but stand up and read the poem in person!

"what!"

"Shu Ziwen is so handsome!"

"As expected of my male god!"

"It's no wonder that the seventh pavilion admired Shu Ziwen so much before, and I feel that Shu Ziwen is about to become famous today, and his status in the literary world will soar in the future!"

"I thought they were talking about each other in business!"

"I didn't expect them to be real cows, Xianyu, do you know who Shu Ziwen is now!?"

"A group of big guys, gods are fighting!"

"With them, my blue star literary world will be prosperous forever!"

"It's almost the tenth booth!"

"Tenth Pavilion, is Hua Weiming's verse?"

"Good guy, it's a word!"

"Hua Weiming wrote "Like a Dream"!"

"Ms. Hua Weiming wrote more than one song "Like a Dream" in the early days. He is very good at this format. I don't know how this song is?"

In conversation.

The results of the tenth pavilion are announced!

Hua Weiming won the leader of the tenth pavilion without any suspense, a song "Like a Dream", pushing the poem conference to the biggest climax!

This poem was praised by seven judges!

Why is it seven?

Because He Qinghuan seemed a little out of state.

All kinds of carnivals on the scene, the applause was like a wave, and then like a tsunami, but he was indifferent and even wanted to laugh a little.

The audience ignored him.

The literati no longer paid attention to He Qinghuan's anomaly.

Everyone has faintly guessed about He Qinghuan's strangeness.

Everyone thinks He Qinghuan should be in a bad mood.

Because Xian Yu is from Qinzhou, He Qinghuan is also from Qinzhou.

However, Xian Yu has now retired, and Qin Zhou has lost a general. The limelight of this poem conference is almost concentrated in Zhao Zhou!

Zhao Zhou's poems really flourished!

The literati and the audience in the live broadcast room were completely immersed in Hua Weiming's "Like a Dream"!

"really!"

"The top bosses are the last to appear!"

"If the top ten pavilions face off, Teacher Hua Weiming ranks first in this round, and Shu Ziwen can rank second!"

"But the others are not bad."

"Basically every pavilion has stunning masterpieces!"

"That's why!"

"What is Xian Yu pretending to do!"

"He really isn't qualified to be a judge."

"When you said that, I remembered that Xianyu was still there, hahahahaha, I guess you will be autistic now. In the literary world, no matter whether you are a song father or not, you use poetry in the literary world. Now he dares to compare himself. Dapeng, dare to claim that he can be a teacher!?"

Fans of literati are fighting back!

Many people can't understand Xianyu!

As for the neutral person, he was very satisfied with the quality of the works of the Poetry Conference, and did not mention the envy of the fish.

For a time.

People who support Xianyu feel aggrieved and angry!

They have to admit that the group of literati at the Poetry Conference does have a level, even the harsh and critical judges have shown a strong recognition of these poems.

but…

They were unwilling to admit that Xianyu lost!

Fans of Xianyu shouted angrily: "Which one of these poems is better than the one read by the literati in front of Xianyu?"

"You seem to have a problem with your understanding."

A fan of a certain literati laughed: "This is a propositional poem. The literati is framed to death in the scope of creation, which is equivalent to dancing with shackles. Is free creation comparable to this? If you want to say on the spot, I believe in the judgment of the literati. Xianyu’s poem was written ahead of time. Of course he knew that the literati would question him. To have his status today, I don’t think he is a fool, and he is more than a big bird. Of course he has the momentum, but can he have the ability to prosper in the literary world for nine days? If he can't take it out, wouldn't the poem become a pure self-boasting and self-praising, even more embarrassing?"

Depend on!

Fans of Xianyu are going to explode!

Someone said: "Don't you know that the creation of poetry is for artistic processing!"

The fan of the literati is yin and yang weird: "It turns out that it's not a real cow, it's just an artistic process. Is this not a confession?"

Fans of literati were also very upset before.

Xian Yu smashed countless literati, and the audience was silent for a while.

At that time, the fans of the literati were depressed, and of course they have to vent it fiercely now!

…

For a time.

The live and live broadcast rooms are boiling!

Regardless of whether the literati won or failed in the first round, they were all smiles.

Besides, the first round does not represent the final result.

Before, everyone was envied too harshly. Now that the literati have shown their strength, they have not lived up to the expectations of the audience. Of course it is worthy of joy!

Shu Ziwen holds his head high!

Hua Weiming is still standing with his hand!

And when the applause at the scene gradually ceased and the clamor stopped, and the judges were about to start the second round, Hua Weiming suddenly spoke:

"Wait!"

Everyone laughed suddenly.

Before the poem conference, Hua Weiming said "wait for a while", attacking Xianyu, directly engulfing the public, and banning Xianyu's position as a judge.

And at the moment.

He yelled "Wait a minute" again, and many people had already guessed his intentions. Suddenly, countless gloating gazes looked in a certain direction in the distance.

Envy the direction of the fish.

There are a lot of manuscript paper in front of Xian Yu, and you can vaguely see the words on it, and Xian Yu is still writing there!

This made many literati laugh:

"Good guy."

"It's written so much."

"I am afraid that he is not satisfied with his work, so I try again and again, his mentality is already out of balance."

"The scrapped manuscript in one place is quite spectacular."

"I don't know if I wrote a decent work."

"Seeing that he is still writing, he probably hasn't written satisfactory works yet."

"In fact, with his strength, even if it is written, it is not surprising, but we are creating propositions, and he freely chooses the topic to create freely. It is nothing more than a wave of forcible reverence, but in fact, I don't know it. Not to mention that he is still writing, obviously he hasn't written good works."

"hehe."

Really everyone is a fool, I don't know if he wants to take advantage of this way, but it is a pity that cleverness is mistaken by cleverness.

…

There is a lot of discussion.

Director Huang looked at Hua Weiming with a headache: "What do you want to say?"

Hua Weiming laughed and said: "Although my little friend Guan Xian Yu retired, he seems unwilling to do so and is also trying to create. Since he can choose the topic freely, he should be able to write a good poem, or read it. Come out for everyone to appreciate one or two. Eighty literati at the scene can serve as judges for him along with several teachers on stage. Isn’t he qualified?"

Director Huang gritted his teeth.

In this scene now, Xian Yu would not make any sense even if he wrote a good poem, because all the big pavilions have good poems.

Moreover, the pavilions are the creation of propositions.

On the other hand, Xianyu is free to choose the topic, and there is no limit to the space to play.

Under such circumstances, no matter how good the poem Xianyu wrote, the literati would never say anything good.

She wanted to fool around this matter quickly.

Who would have thought about Hua Weiming, but he was reluctant and unforgiving.

It seems that Hua Weiming, as well as these literati and some of the existence behind it, really want to completely stigmatize Xianyu.

But she could no longer pretend to be deaf and dumb.

With so many eyes staring, and countless viewers in the live broadcast room, they can only bite the bullet and turn their heads. Before, Director Huang said that he would recite Xianyu's poems.

"Master Xianyu?"

When Director Huang spoke, her eyelids twitched slightly, and of course she saw Xian Yu still writing.

It seems that his mentality is out of balance.

Because he has been writing for nearly half an hour.

After all, he is a young man, and he will inevitably be at a loss when he is hit by such a blow.

Director Huang sighed in his heart.

Shu Ziwen saw that the camera seemed to sweep to his position, and said lightly: "Time seems to have passed a long time."

He is reminding the audience:

Xianyu not only freely chose the topic, but also overdue the creation.

"Tsk tut."

The audience who hated Xianyu suddenly realized that a barrage floated by:

"Have you seen the scrapped manuscripts in that place?"

"I haven't written it for half an hour?"

"No inspiration for free choice of topics?"

"The top ten pavilions are all twenty minutes of proposition creation."

"Xianyu's fans are so dumb?"

"Keep on screaming."

Seeing that Xian Yu was still writing, everyone thought that he did not write satisfactory works.

And the manuscripts all over the floor are the best proof. It should be the manuscripts written and scrapped by Xianyu.

…

Director Huang is calling himself.

Lin Yuan put down his pen when he heard it, and looked at the poem manuscripts all over the floor. He was not sure how many he wrote.

all in all.

It should be enough, right?

Thinking of this, Lin Yuan closed the pen.

When everyone in the Yu Dynasty saw Lin Yuan finishing writing, they looked at each other one by one, and suddenly became dejected, their expressions seemed to have endless regrets.

such a pity.

It would be better if it took longer.

"Look at those stars."

Some literati laughed, and then all the literati laughed.

The reaction of everyone in the Yu Dynasty proved that Jiang Lang, who envied the fish, was exhausted.

Director Huang bit his lip: "Do you have any suitable manuscripts for Teacher Xianyu? You can choose your favorite reciter."

Poems still have to be read.

Lin Yuan looked at the group of reciters and shook his head.

"Not written out?"

Director Huang's voice was filled with disappointment, and it really was like this.

Lin Yuan shook his head again without answering again. He seemed to be a little tired, rubbed his wrist, and then looked at everyone in the Yu Dynasty:

"Is it in order?"

Everyone was wronged: "Too many, I can't arrange it, only a small part of it has been sorted out."

"Oh."

Lin Yuan didn't care: "Then you just read it randomly."

"I'll come first, don't grab it!"

Sun Yaohuo directly picked up a small pile of "scrap manuscripts" that everyone had defaulted, and walked to the first pavilion silently.

This action made the audience stunned.

What's the meaning?

Did you write it down?

Why did Sun Yaohuo bring a small pile of scrapped manuscripts?

The first pavilion won the first place, Bianhuan looked at the sudden Sun Yaohuo, his voice was quite teasing:

"The quality is not enough, the quantity will come together?"

The literati laughed, and the live broadcast room also burst into laughter.

Sun Yaohuo didn't pay any attention to anyone, but just sat on the side of the pavilion.

The camera is aimed at him.

Everyone stared at him.

After adjusting the microphone beside his mouth, Sun Yaohuo's voice rang abruptly:

"Jinse unprovoked fifty strings! One string and one column thinking about Huanian! Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies! Wang Dichun's heart cares for a cuckoo! The moon and pearls in the sea have tears! Lantian sun is warm and jade is smoke! This love can be a memory! Only then... ! Lost! Of course!"

Li Shangyin debuts!

No early brewing!

There is no reciting home's voice and emotion!

Sun Yaohuo's voice is only angry and hoarse!

Especially for the last three words, Sun Yaohuo almost gritted his teeth and gave a word!

However, this anger and hoarseness, such a single word, made him scare the literati at the first pavilion when he opened his mouth.

His voice seems to reverberate!

Everyone felt the artistic conception and exquisiteness of this poem, and chewed the words subconsciously!

moment.

The literati on the first pavilion have their eyes widened, and their pupils are shrinking!

at the same time.

The literati in the other pavilions opened their mouths wide!

In the judges' seat.

The seven judges were dumbfounded!

The eighth judge, He Qinghuan, did not have the slightest surprise, but the wrinkles on his face were crazily screwed together, as if he was laughing or angry, and he held it fiercely with both hands!

In the live broadcast room.

The audience was even more stunned and shocked. This is a perfect chapter in which ordinary people can instantly feel the artistic conception!

And in the center of the venue.

Director Huang's expression is full of surprises!

Write it out! ?

Xian Yu really wrote it! ?

With love as the topic, this is a perfect love poem.

The difference between candlelight and Haoyue!

The seventh pavilion.

The spirit of Shu Ziwen was in a trance, and he said to himself: "It's just an advantage in the free choice of topics..."

His voice never fell.

Sun Yaohuo's voice sounded again!

He has put the first manuscript aside, and now he is reading the second manuscript:

"Go to the west building alone without words, the moon is like a hook. The lonely phoenix tree courtyard is locked in Qingqiu. The cutting is constant, the reason is still chaotic, it is divorce. Don't just feel the general feeling in my heart."

Graceful faction!

See you together!

It's not a poem this time.

Words are written like Bianhuan!

Sun Yaohuo's voice was a little calmer than before.

However, his voice is still powerful, even if this poem does not need to be read aloud...

The second song!

Inexplicably.

Goose bumps are all over the literati!

Shu Ziwen swallowed the rest of the words abruptly!

The judges were a little bit unable to sit still at first, wiggling their buttocks, as if the chair under the **** was a bit sticky?

He Qinghuan stood there, looking at the judges.

He wanted to know how long would they dare to sit down!

He is not sitting!

Because he dare not!

Because he feels unworthy!

This is why he never wanted to sit down after coming back from Xianyu!

Studio.

I don't know when the barrage started, and quietly calmed down.

Director Huang did not look at Sun Yaohuo again, but suddenly turned his head to look at Lin Yuan with a calm face!

Could it be...

A terrible guess suddenly appeared in Director Huang's heart!

"A plum!"

Sun Yaohuo barely paused before speaking for the third time:

"Red lotus root fragrant jade in autumn. Lightly relieve Luo Chang and go on the orchid boat alone. Who will send the brocade book in the cloud? When the goose character returns, the moon is full of the west building. The flower flows from the floating water. A kind of love, two leisure Anxiety. There is no way to get rid of this feeling, so I lower my brows, but my heart."

I'm not dead, you guys!

There seemed to be a beast roaring in his heart: "A magpie is stepping on a branch!"

In the stunned eyes of the literati, Sun Yaohuo spoke for the fourth time:

"The chrysanthemum sorrows, smokes, blues and weeping dew. Luo Mu is lightly cold, and the swallows fly away. The bright moon is not familiar with bitterness. The slanting light reaches dawn and passes through Zhuhu. Last night the westerly wind withered the green trees. Alone on the tall buildings, looking at the end of the world. I want to send color. Jian Jian Chi Su. The mountains and rivers know where you are."

Huh.

Someone started raising their hands, as if they wanted to cover their heads!

Sun Yaohuo looked at the camera and spoke directly without reading the title this time: "The slender cloud is a coincidence, the flying stars pass on hatred, and the silver man is dark. When the golden wind and jade dew meet, they win, and there are countless people in the world. Tenderness is like water, good time. Like a dream, bear with the Queqiao and return home. If the two loves last for a long time, how can they be together?"

Love poems!

Love poems!

Still love poems!

"Dongfeng leaves thousands of trees in the night, and blows down, and the stars are like rain. BMW carved cars are fragrant all over the road. The phoenix flute sounds, the jade pot turns light, and the fish and dragon dance all night. The crowd looked for him thousands of times. Suddenly looking back, the person was there, the lights were dim!"

Not dead yet! ?

Sun Yaohuo looked in Lin Yuan's direction: "I want to know each other and live forever. There are no mausoleums, the rivers are exhausted, the thunderstorms in winter, the rain and snow in summer, the heaven and the earth are in harmony, but I dare to be with you!"

"six…"

Someone spoke incredulously, but failed to finish speaking, as if completely lost his voice. This is Xianyu's sixth love poem!

Every song!

Can shock the past and the present!

But is it useful to call six?

Sun Yaohuo's eyes penetrated the lens, looking at all the audience in the live broadcast room:

"The Yangliuqing River is level, and the singing on the Langjiang River is heard. The sunrise in the east and the rain in the west, the road is clear but sunny."

The seventh song!

Liu Yuxi is out!

Zhang Jiuling is also nostalgic with Mochizuki:

"There is a bright moon on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time. The lover resents Yaoye, and she has lovesickness at night. The candle is full of pity, and the cloak is full of love. It is unbearable to give it to you, and the dream is good."

It's quiet!

It seems that the whole world is silent!

This is only the eighth song, can't you do it?

Sun Yaohuo had a panoramic view of the reactions of everyone in the tenth pavilion, but the rhythm of reading poems seemed to never stop: "In this door last year, the peach blossoms of human faces are reflected in red. The human face does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze!"

Peach Blossom Spring Breeze!

I am laughing at you!

Sun Yaohuo's unprecedented pleasure:

"When you meet, it is difficult to say goodbye. The east wind is powerless and the flowers are left. The silkworms are exhausted when the silk is dead, and the wax torch turns into ashes and tears begin to dry. , The blue bird is diligent to look around."

The ninth song is here.

Will the tenth song be far behind?

"You know your concubine has a husband, and you give your concubine double pearls. I feel the lingering meaning of your concubine, and it is tied to the red roar. The concubine's high-rise building is connected to the garden, and the beloved bears the halberd in the bright light. Knowing the king is like the sun and the moon, and the husband swears to live and die. I also shed tears on Mingzhu, and hate not to meet him when he is not married."

This is the tenth song!

Ten people on the first pavilion!

Xianyu's crushing game with one dozen ten!

However, it is impossible for Xian Yu to be satisfied with a dozen dozen today: "Once the sea was difficult to be watered, but Wushan is not a cloud. Take the time to look back on the flowers, half the monk and half the monarch."

Sun Yaohuo laughed!

If only there is wine!

He thought so, but he was still reading:

"Lin Hua thanked Chunhong. It was too hurried, and the cold rain came and the wind came in the evening. Rouge tears, drunk together, when will it be heavy? People grow up and hate water forever."

The eleventh song!

This is definitely not the end!

"The night of Tianjie is as cool as water, sit and watch the Altair Vega..."

"Red beans are born in the southern country, and spring comes to send a few branches. May you pick more, this thing is the most love..."

"I live at the end of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River..."

"...The wind is blowing in the west, people are thinner than Huang Hua..."

"When the end of the world is endless, there is only Acacia infinitely..."

"If life is just like seeing it at first time, what's the matter with the sad fan of autumn wind..."

"One ride in the mountains, one ride in the water..."

"One pair of people from one generation to another in one's life, two ecstasy of fighting for teaching..."

"Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking, unforgettable..."

"Passionateness has hurt parting since ancient times, and it's even more naive, cold and cold! Where is the wine to wake up tonight? Willow bank, dawn and waning moon. After years, it should be a good day and a good scene. Even if there are thousands of styles, who should I tell you?

"Xun Xun Mi Mi, deserted, miserable and miserable... This time, how can I be so sad!?"

Twenty-two songs!

Twenty-two love poems!

Sun Yaohuo finally stopped chanting!

on site.

It's already deadly quiet!

Xian Yu has poems:

Desolate and miserable!

Why are the ten great pavilions in Lushan so sad?

In the live broadcast room, besides the exclamation point, the barrage is still an exclamation point!

It's already crazy!

The audience has no time to talk too much!

No one can describe their feelings in words, everyone is horrified!

Suddenly.

There was a muffled noise from the world!

That was thunder!

Ring in everyone's hearts!

The judges can't sit still anymore!

They got up, panicked, as if their buttocks were on fire!

next moment.

Raindrops fell on the world.

Stand it down!

Stand it down!

It turned down sideways!

Threads and threads, but also densely packed!

…

There is a fire!

The rain can't put out the fire.

Brilliant!

Hot!

I don't know when, everyone's eyes are on Xianyu.

Director Huang has been standing next to Lin Yuan for some time, and this high-ranking woman in the literary and art association is holding an umbrella for him.

Xian Yu's expression is calm.

Someone noticed that he was still rubbing his wrist.

The manuscript has been collected for the first time.

Sudden.

Jiang Kui smiled and said, "It's my turn."

Under everyone's gaze, Jiang Kui walked to the second pavilion.

"Are you ready?"

Different from Sun Yaohuo's anger, Jiang Kui smiled beautifully, and said a word, but the second pavilion was filled with horror!

It's a pity that this can't stop the envy fish, just like they can't stop this sudden rain!

"See you!"

Jiangkui stood in the pavilion and pointed to the sky: "The water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, and rushes to the sea. It will never return... I am born to be useful, and I will come back when my daughter is gone... Five-flowered horse, Qianjin Qiu, Hu'erjiang Exchange for fine wine and sell the eternal sorrow with you..."

Li Taibai!

Poetry and poetry!

The allusions of some poems were deleted and modified by Lin Yuan, which became in line with the historical facts of Blue Star, but the essence of the content was retained, so Su Dongpo also appeared:

"The waves are exhausted, the eternal lover..."

"...Struggling for ferry, ferrying, startled a pool of gulls and herons..."

"Shu Road is difficult, it is difficult to go to the blue sky... a man is a gate, and a man is not open..."

"White hair is three thousand feet long, and the fate seems to be long..."

"...The falling clouds and the lonely bird fly together, the autumn water is the same as the sky..."

"With Junmo's words to seal the affairs of the princes, you will succeed in a thousand bones..."

"A full house of flowers drunk three thousand guests, one sword glorifies eight continents..."

The title is no longer important, the order is directly disrupted, but the corresponding poem title can be found in each pavilion!

Break the question!

Break the question!

Still breaking the question!

Perfectly and accurately solve the problem, the verse that shocked the world, if this is the battle of the gods in the literary world, today is the dusk of the gods!

"It's my turn!"

"It's my turn!"

"The next one is me!"

…

The third pavilion.

"Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles. After the incident, you will leave your clothes and hide your name and name!"

"Those who abandon me, don’t stay the day yesterday; those who mess with my heart, I’m worried about the day today... I want to go to the blue sky and take the moon..."

"The wave behind the Yangtze River pushes the wave forward..."

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The fourth pavilion.

"The flower path has never been swept away by guests, but now Pengmen has opened for the king..."

"...The sunset is infinitely good, but it's near dusk..."

"Good rain knows the season, when spring is here…"

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The seventh pavilion.

"...There are tens of thousands of Ande Guangsha, the shelter of the world is full of joy, and the wind and rain are as stable as a mountain. Woo! When you see this house suddenly, my house alone will be broken and freeze to death!"

"Good rain knows the season, when spring is here…"

"Rizhao's incense burner produces purple smoke. Looking at the waterfall, Hangqianchuan, flying down three thousand feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way falls for nine days!"

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The tenth pavilion.

"Ercao's body and fame will be destroyed, and the rivers will not be abandoned forever..."

"Eight hundred miles are divided into subordinates, and fifty strings are overturned..."

"...All going forward, count the romantic figures, and look at the present!"

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Everyone in the Fish Dynasty is out!

They went to the top ten pavilions separately!

Inside the pavilion!

They each recite!

The camera is switching wildly!

Xian Yu is using his method to participate in the poem conference, but he does not know that at this moment, he has suppressed the blue star literary world!

It's like an illusion.

Lin Yuan saw countless phantoms flying between the ten pavilions!

Some people dance among the silk and bamboo;

Someone went crazy after being drunk;

Some people eat delicious food with their **** exposed;

Someone puts on a candlelight to annotate scripture interpretations;

Someone walks happily on the avenue;

Some people dance swords and knives in the courtyard, and some even nestle in the brothel...

Thousands of ancient romantic figures in the celestial dynasty, go to the present!

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The thunder ran through the sky, and the rain fell, everyone was stunned. This scene will always be engraved in the hearts of the world!

Pale!

Bad green!

Scary!

This is the face of a literati.

The judges held the table with their hands and their lips trembled, but no one dared to say a word.

Just at this time.

At the tenth pavilion.

Xia Fan read the last poem, this is today’s 199th poem, as if to the judges, as if to the literati, and as if to the audience: "I won’t speak first when spring comes. Do you dare to make a sound?"

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Lin Yuan got up.

Toward the literati.

The literati was in the pavilion, but some people retreated unnaturally, and then got wet by the rain outside the pavilion.

"Age, I'm not as good as you guys."

"Poetry, you are not as good as me."

Puff!

Someone is mischievous!

Staggered down!

Shu Ziwen is trembling, Hua Weiming is trembling, the judges are trembling, the audience is trembling, everyone is trembling!

Shock?

Already numb!

The poem conference is not over yet, but it is over!

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Program group.

Tong Shuwen thought of the name of this show inexplicably.

It’s not called the Lushan Poetry Conference, it should be called Yu You Walk...

Lin Yuanxing! !

Lin Yuan waved his hand: "My hand is a bit sore, you continue to play music and dance."

He is leaving.

Not as a judge, not as a player, not to be a champion.

But precisely because of this, no matter who the champion of this year's poetry conference is, it will be a joke.

Why not compete with everyone on the same stage?

At this moment, everyone has their own answers.

Sudden.

Director Huang asked: "Is there nothing to say?"

Lin Yuan smiled, and chanted a poem in his mouth as he walked. It happened to be the 200th poem he didn't have time to complete today:

"How about Dai Zongfu? Qi Lu is not yet in youth. UU reading www.uukanshu.com"

"Good luck Zhong Shenxiu, yin and yang cut faint dawn."

"Zeng Yun was born with a chest, and he decided to go into the home bird."

"I will be the Ling Ling, at a glance... all! Mountain! Small!"

After the last three words were read, Lin Yuan had gone away, followed by the people of the Yu Dynasty, leaving only the back of the literati.

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ps: In the past few days, some people say that Diebai deliberately breaks the chapter and disgusts readers, but the number of words is really trying, so my mentality is a bit exploded. I didn’t read the following chapter and said that no author would deliberately disgust readers, and finally finished this. A plot, two hundred poems, it may be a little bit watery, but if there is no water, people will complain about it. Isn’t **** no cards? Isn’t it worthy of you to write it? It’s too difficult, brother, cute, it’s still hard work in the past few days On, can I ask for a monthly pass? By the way, explain to everyone why the protagonist is called Lin Yuan, because of the three words Lin Yuanxing and the famous sentence: When you are staring at the abyss, the abyss is also staring at you.