The Divine Martial Stars

Soon, there were more than a dozen people who went up and wrote their own poems on the table. But the level was not as good as the previous madman. Instead, they could not win the fame, but they attracted other people’s ridicule. A gray face, faintly retreating.

The verses of these dozens of people, without one person, can be selected for hanging, are treated as waste paper, directly smashed, and thrown into the paper basket on one side.

After about a musk, there was another person from a foreign businessman who wrote a beautiful word. It was quite artistic. Although it was not as good as the unscrupulous madman, it was also catchy, so it was Selected, hung on the second floor.

The foreign businessmen are not happy.

The singer is not a slap in the face, but it is a cold sigh, and it is straightforward to hide the truth: "With the ancestors, I have practiced Song Qingfei's "beauty words"..."

The foreign businessmen suddenly stopped and their faces became embarrassed.

This is an episode.

After a while, more than 20 poems were eliminated.

Lin Qiu-shui, the chief of the Hanshan Academy, stood up and smiled slightly. He came to the table in front of the table, and wrote the pen and wrote it.

Many people's eyes are on the table.

The name of the chief disciple of Hanshan Academy is quite strong.

But see Lin Qiushui wrote on the paper: "The surrounding city of Shanwei is around, the rain hit Chang'an lonely back. The old moon in the east of the tobacco weaving, the night is still too high." After writing, smile, forceful, not Waiting for the mother of the poem to comment on the poem, she went straight to the selected table.

"Good poetry."

"There is no woman's writing in the whole article, but it is just thinking of the daughter's mind, and writing on the paper, Lin Shixiong's poetry skills are already in full swing."

"Haha, this poem is out, it must be the head of the night. It should be time."

A voice of praise around him, other disciples of Hanshan Academy, took on the role of holding a good, and praised it.

Li Mu didn't know much about poetry. He didn't know much about the history of Chang'an City. But I can see it roughly. This poem is indeed a good one. The chief of a college is still good.

Sure enough, the result of the poem is that this poem was selected.

Lin Qiu Shui is full of satisfaction.

Just listening to this, a sneer rang, Liu Muyang, the chief of Fengming Academy, stood up and said: "But Err." He strode to the table, and wrote a pen, a poetry with a completely different style.曰: The silence is half-closed at the door of the night, and the beautiful people are standing together. With **** and sorrow, the maid did not dare to speak.

As soon as the poems came out, the scholars of Fengming Academy first cheered loudly. The consciousness of holding the shackles was no worse than that of the previous Hanshan Academy. There were also some people around, who praised them loudly.

This is a [month and a half beautiful poetry], full of picture, and Lin Qiushui's poem does not mention a female word but writes a different mind of the daughter, Liu Muyang's poem, but the flag is clearly standing under the beauty, The kind of desire to say that you are still ashamed, the description of the most vivid.

Two poems, two styles.

After Liu Muyang finished writing, he smiled and glanced at Lin Qiushui, and he also went straight to the seat of the selection.

Sure enough, after Mama Sang announced the results of the poem, this poem was also selected.

After that, there were dozens of people who offered verses one after another, but the level was really uneven. The flowers on the third floor of the pavilion wanted everyone, and even did not participate in the evaluation of poetry. It was the mother Ms. The selection, barely selected five poems, was temporarily selected and hanged.

This is because the madman named Song Qingfei and the poems of Lin Qiushui and Liu Muyang later raised the overall level of the night tonight. It is already a good jade. It is indeed a good writer. Later, Even if it is super-level, it is difficult to satisfy the audience. In particular, the mother of Sangzhai is a very beautiful woman with poetry and literary skills. The poetry is very fair and fair. Some people who want to try it are also I dare not go up to ugly again.

In the end, I should have selected ten poems and entered the finals, but only nine of them were selected. No one can be selected without poetry.

The scene is a bit cold.

"The son, why don't you make a poem, show your talent?" Zheng Cunjian intentionally or unintentionally ‘怂恿’ Li Mu, said: “With the talent of the son, you must win the championship in one fell swoop, not to make these chickens and dogs smug.”

His words, the voice is not small.

Immediately, many of the people in the hall heard it and turned their heads.

The mother who had been smashed before, the gaze fell on Li Mu’s body, and the laughter came over and said: “Why isn’t the son of a son of a poem?” She is kind, a kind reminder, there is Before the day, even if Li Mu couldn't write any good verses, he could barely make a finalist and fill the last place. He was quietly giving Li Mu a face.

But others don't think so.

The scholars of Fengming Academy and Hanshan Academy first sneered and laughed.

"Since it is here, I will give you a chance to make a poem on the stage." Lin Qiushui looked gloating.

Liu Muyang also squinted and said: "Yes, little guy, give you a chance to show yourself, huh, rest assured, even if it is poorly written, no one will laugh at you because no one is holding you Looking forward, haha!"

This is another ridicule.

Many people are waiting to see Li Mu's excitement, and some people sympathize with him. The poor little guy, unfortunately tonight, even provoked the scholars of the two academies, destined to become a joke tonight.

The disciples of Tianjianwuguan, who was at the same table with Li Mu, even laughed at the table without concealing their gloating.

Li Mu was calm, and nodded to the mother, and said: "Alright, there is no tiger in the mountains, the monkey is called the king... It is good to write a poem and come to the town."

He went straight to the table.

This time, the laughter around, but stopped.

Many eyes cast on Li Mu's body. I didn't expect this poor boy to actually make a poem on the stage, and dare to say such a arrogant language.

After Lin Qiushui and Liu Muyang were both stunned, they snorted.

And the unruly singer Song Qingfei, but dismissive look, he is the most incomprehensible, others are even more mad than him.

Only Zheng Cunjian, but his heart is curious, this is the abandoned son of the golden scale, and this time, what kind of poetry will be written.

Under the eyes of a lack of light, Li Mu wrote a pen and wrote it.

On Earth, in elementary school and junior high school, students are required to practice calligraphy in the school. Li Mu’s brush-writing is basic, and he goes to the place to practice things on weekdays. Many things require writing with a brush. Li Mu’s hand is very good. He was praised by the old gods. The text in this world is not the same as the earth, but it is similar. Therefore, after Li Mu’s adaptation, the written handwriting is quite quite Good.

The first sentence he wrote on paper was that ‘ Chang’an had a beautiful person. ’

When this sentence comes out, there is a sneer around, Lin Qiushui, Liu Muyang and Song Qingfei are also all scornful, so shallow and almost vernacular sentences, ten readers can write It’s hard to be a big man, and it’s really a shame on this level.

The mother who asked Li Mu to write a word, the face also appeared disappointing color, but the heart is secret, but it is a mistake, and should not have such a proposal, but let this boy wait for the stage to shame.

However, when Li Mu’s second sentence was written, the sneer in the field immediately disappeared by a large part.

What he wrote is: peerless and independent.

When this sentence comes out, it seems that there is a magical magic. All of a sudden, the words that are straightforward and plain are full of meaning and taste, giving people an infinite space and rich associations, especially the ones. There are also two separate words, the most subtle.

Then Li Mu continued to write: Take care of the city...

Lin Qiushui, Liu Muyang and Song Qingfei, the expression on their faces, suddenly became dignified.

The better the literary talent, the more you can appreciate the charm of the three sentences that have been written.

At this time, all the laughter in the hall has disappeared.

Li Mu wrote the next sentence without hesitation:

Then, it is the last sentence: I don’t know the city and the country, it’s hard to get a good time.

After writing, Li Mu did not follow the previous few people, throwing a pen on the ground, but gently put the pen on the pen holder, and smiled at the extremely commentary mother who was completely stunned by the side, said: "This Can the first best poetry be selected?"

"Ah? Oh, this... can, can, come, copy the poems and let everyone see." The mother who invited Li Mu to write poems immediately immediately overjoyed.

She has already seen that this poem is definitely a famous piece that can sing the world.

Immediately there was a maid, copying it, and sending the verse to the third floor.

At this time, the poem has spread throughout the hall.

"Chang'an has a beautiful person, peerless and independent. When you look at the city, you can't even think about the city and the country. It is hard to get a good time."

This poem does not have a genre, but the meaning of it is simply like a pure wine. It can be said that the beauty of a beautiful woman has been written to the extreme, the beautiful woman of the city and the country, there are several people in the world, using such words, no matter Used to describe which woman is enough to make this woman famous all over the world.

This poem is not cumbersome and exquisite, but the words are simple and straightforward, but there is a kind of power that touches people's hearts. It is definitely enough to be a famous piece of the world. It will undoubtedly spread throughout Chang'an City.

Liu Muyang, Lin Qiushui and Song Qingfei, the expression on the face has been completely stiff, they can not imagine, this poor boy who was ridiculed by their ridicule, actually wrote a song enough to sing the world, The famous poems of this world, this poem, can definitely kill their works.

Damn, why is this happening?

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