At the Beginning, I Scolded the Fairy Gate, I Really Want to Die

Ye Ning sat in the elegant room and didn't mean to go down to the competition.

Cai Xianggao also closed his eyes and ended in no hurry.

"The two are now fighting each other."

Many people muttered in private.

Regardless of what Cai Xianggao thought, Ye Ning didn't mean it anyway.

He looked at the competition below curiously.

There are about thirty talents, lying on the table and composing poems.

As soon as the pen fell, the talent in his body began to surge.

The entire Chunfeng Tower exudes a refreshing ink fragrance.

"The taste of poetry is wonderful in the world. If you can taste a good poem, I will not eat meat in March."

Liu Sanyuan shook his head and said.

He seemed to be a little bit drunk, his face ruddy, watching the readers dancing and making ink, there was also a little madness pouring out.

After all, he is also a literati, and it is easy to indulge in this kind of cultural environment.

"The poem Huang Gongzi is so mediocre. If there is no turning point, it will be difficult to catch the eye."

"The poem Zhang Gongzi is pretty good, but the homogeneity is too serious. It has been written badly, so he is not very talented."

"From the current point of view, Prince Wang is still three feet taller. It can be called a masterpiece!"

Everyone talked a lot.

Which is higher and lower, you can see clearly from the talent.

Every moment when a talented scholar writes, there are strands of talent gushing out, and this is orange, floating above the poetry, beautiful and magnificent.

From the intensity of talent, we can effectively judge who is more talented.

So far, there is no outstanding person.

Not to mention touching Xiao Qianqian, even the Eight Great Oiran is hard to catch.

"Pretend to be."

Cai Xianggao finally opened his eyes. He looked at Yajian and saw that Ye Ning was still not moving. Then he sneered and went to the stage.

"The champion scholar is about to write!"

Expectations appeared in everyone's eyes.

This is the top pick!

To some extent, he is the most talented scholar of this year!

Cai Xianggao took the brush lightly. He had already settled the case and fell smoothly.

"Good word!"

Someone's eyes lit up.

As soon as the pen was written, there was a surge of talent.

This is because the handwriting is too good.

He worked hard, and in the blink of an eye, he made half of the first seven words.

Talent is visible to the naked eye.

Suddenly, there was a sudden shock, and a stronger ink fragrance spread out in all directions.

"Half the capital!"

The literati were shocked, showing ecstasy.

Those who were competing on the same stage with him changed their expressions, but they were confused and could no longer write.

Ye Ning knows that there is a standard for evaluating poetry in this world.

When the talent reaches a certain level, it is "Da Fu".

As the name suggests, poems can be passed down to a place, which is considered a masterpiece.

After reaching the government, it was "Mingzhou".

Mingzhou, which means that it is famous in a state, has been able to spread such poems.

After Mingzhou, it was the "town country".

Such an outstanding poem can become a treasure of a country, and it will last forever.

Finally, it is "Pass the World!"

It is rare in the world to pass on the works of the world. Once written, it will shake the world and shake the world.

Nowadays, there are only one or two poems of "Sage of Ci" and "Sage of Poetry".

Such works can be met but not sought.

"Zhuang Yuangong's half-headed mansion means that once he finishes writing this work, he is very likely to Mingzhou!"

"If it can really be Mingzhou, it would be a grand event in the literary world!"

"I have taken it. I am worthy of being the champion. I am indeed only eight fights."

Everyone was elated.

In this era of not full of talent, Mingzhou poetry is even more difficult.

What's more, Cai Xianggao is still improvising, a bit more difficult.

"This Young Master Cai is indeed extremely talented."

Liu Sanyuan said, but his eyes were glanced at Ye Ning.

He wanted to see Ye Ning's reaction.

It's a pity that Ye Ning has no expression on his face.

It's hard to say whether there is pressure, or the victory is in hand.

Cai Xianggao continued to write, with fine sweat on his forehead, his guts were shaking, his body was surging, supporting his spirit and enabling him to write masterpieces.

Finally, he stopped writing.

The talent was surging, and he raised it several times, but it was always a little bit short, not reaching the level of Mingzhou.

"It's a pity, it's almost."

"Mingzhou's work is really rare."

"It has been extremely difficult for Mr. Cai to do this."

People sigh, but not irony, but encouragement.

In their opinion, this is indeed pretty good.

This poem has a very good foundation. After Cai Xianggao returns, he carefully scrutinizes and makes some changes, and it is very likely that he will reach Mingzhou.

Ordinary people can boast for a long time if they can have such a work in their entire life.

This is already an achievement that they can only hope for.

Cai Xianggao obviously thought the same way. Although he was a little regretful, he still had a smile on his lips.

He is very satisfied with own work.

But the smile on his face didn't last long.

Because he noticed that Ye Ning still didn't go downstairs.

This dissipated most of his joy, and Cai Xianggao couldn't help but look at the elegant room upstairs.

"Master Ye, why haven't you come down yet? Could it be that your inspiration is exhausted and you can't write a word?"

Ye Ning watched everyone writing for a long time, and his curiosity was satisfied.

Originally planned to end.

Seeing Cai Xianggao urging, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Young man, you are really brave!"

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