The First Saint of Alchemy

"Wine makes me sad without tears."

"The endless battlefield is burning with blood."

"The iron horse gallops and roars."

"..."

"Calling troops in front of the tent on an autumn night." When Tang Yan read another poem that fit the artistic conception, everyone's expressions changed slightly, and their eyes began to change when they looked at Tang Yan. This guy was taken away from his body, and this poem should come from his mouth. Say it out loud?

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"Sigh that the moon is always full and sometimes lacking." When a nine-character poem popped out of Liu Hailian's mouth, the people around him were a little embarrassed. There were only seven contestants left before, and three more immediately withdrew.

"Watching the ebb and flow of the sea, I feel lost." Tang Yan replied again.

People in the audience also looked at Tang Yan's table. Why is that kid still on it after so long? Isn't it cheating?

"In the evening, we took a boat trip on the river and returned home to watch the stars and the two bright moons." When Liu Hai uttered a fourteen-character sentence, there were only three people left at Tang Yan's table. The man in the middle hesitated for a long time but didn't pick him up. Then Tang Yan opened his mouth and said with a smile: "The red sun climbs the green mountains and the good horse carries the young man all the way to youth."

"Guo is blind, I didn't expect Tang Yan to be so talented, I admire him!" The young man who didn't meet Tang Yan smiled bitterly, bowed his hand to Tang Yan, and left with regret.

"Okay!" Everyone in the Tang family cheered when they saw that Tang Yan stayed on the stage.

The first round didn't take long, and the results came out in less than half an hour.

When they saw that among the only twenty people left on the stage, there was Tang Yan, a dandy, the young and old in Yuncheng were shocked.

The few people who have strong curiosity about Tang Yan are now looking forward to his next performance.

"Congratulations to all of you for entering the next round of the competition. This time, the city lord will propose a task. Everyone must complete their works within two quarters of an hour. The top five will be promoted, and the rest will be eliminated!" Zhou Ying said with a smile, and then said to the city lord. He cupped his hands and said, "Sir, please come up with a question!"

"Everyone's quick thinking in the first round is admirable. This round will still test everyone's eagerness and literary talent. In the past, we used the Mid-Autumn Festival as the theme. This year we changed the theme to 'love'. You can come up with some ideas." Yes." Lin Xiao stood up and spoke the proposition loudly.

Many people's faces darkened. They had prepared some poems about the Mid-Autumn Festival before, but now they couldn’t use them. For a moment, everyone immediately lowered their heads and began to think.

Tang Yan was the most eye-catching among the crowd. At this moment, he picked up the flask, filled himself with wine, and drank it all in one gulp.

Seeing how relaxed and casual he was, the corners of everyone's mouths twitched slightly. This ignorant rogue had relied on luck to survive until now. Now that he has run out of energy, he still wants to save face. He knows that he can't pass, and he still pretends to be romantic. It's so disgusting. Outrageous!

"Yes!" One of them suddenly shouted in surprise.

The people around him were startled after hearing this and looked at this person dissatisfied.

Regardless of the eyes of the people around him, this man cleared his throat and recited: "The autumn wind is intoxicating, and the beautiful moon is setting. Although I look at it in the distance and say nothing, the bright moon expresses my love."

As soon as the four-line five-character poem came out, the people around him couldn't help but secretly praise him. People who were related to this young man started to cheer him up.

Even the four judges couldn't help but nodded. Although these four lines of poetry were simple, they had a good artistic conception. It was not easy to write them in such a short time.

Then several people presented their works respectively, with high or low artistic conception, which won applause from many people.

The only people who did not write poems on the stage at this moment were a few well-known talents in Yuncheng - Wu Jin from the Wu family, Qin An from the Qin family, Liu Zhi and Liu Hailian from the Liu family.

As for the biggest dandy in Yuncheng, he was ignored by everyone.

As expected of the famous talents in Yuncheng, every time these four people wrote a poem, there would be a sensation below, and everyone would marvel at the sentences with extraordinary meaning.

"Lord City Lord, I wonder if this second round is over?" Seeing Tang Yan sitting there motionless, Liu Zhi's lips curled up with a hint of contempt.

Hearing Liu Zhi's words, the audience burst into laughter again. Young Master Tang didn't know how he passed the first round, but in this second round his true colors were finally revealed. If he can't compose a poem in front of everyone, this person will lose his fortune. He might as well be eliminated in the first round.

The city lord did not answer, but looked at Tang Yan with eyes like lightning. Although he didn't have much contact with Tang Yan, this guy would give him a strong impact every time. Would Tang Yan just give up?

"It's really good wine." Tang Yan stood on the corner of the stage, looking at Mingyue Lake below, poured himself a glass of wine, and said leisurely: "Standing in the dangerous building, the wind is soft. Looking at the spring sorrow, the sky is gloomy. The grass is smokey. The light is still shining, no one can say anything."

When Tang Yan recited this poem, he secretly mixed some zhenqi into his voice. Although the sound was not loud, it traveled very far and reached everyone's ears clearly.

As soon as Shangque came out, the faces of everyone who had been waiting to laugh at Tang Yan were filled with infinite surprise.

"Is this really Mr. Tang? Is he really composing poetry?" There was a burst of exclamation from the crowd.

Although this poem describes a scene, the words are also carefully crafted, and it very clearly depicts an infatuated atmosphere for everyone.

It was the first time Ziyun heard Tang Yan write poetry. At this moment, her beautiful eyes were fixed on Tang Yan, and she became more and more curious about this young man. He has both martial arts talent and romantic talent. How was this guy trained?

Qin Changdao, who was very anxious before, felt relieved now. Let me just say, if you could write a masterpiece of the level of "Happy Meeting" back then, why can't you write it this time?

"I want to make the madness drunk. I sing to the wine, and the strong music is still tasteless. The clothes are getting wider and wider, but I will never regret it. I feel haggard because of Yi."

When Tang Yan read out the following words, the originally chaotic scene immediately became extremely quiet.

The belt becomes wider and wider, but I don't regret it anymore. I feel haggard because of the beauty. In the whole poem, the last sentence sets the atmosphere to the extreme.

Tang Yan was drinking alone under the moonlight, a little aloof and decadent. With this poem, he actually looked like an infatuated talent, attracting many girls to look at him. The state displayed by this young man was at least not as bad as imagined.

After a long time, the city lord clapped his hands and exclaimed: "Okay!"

"This time, Tang Yan will win again." Wuxuan also recovered from the shock and said with a smile.

Mr. Tang had a smile on his face. He had cultivated himself for so many years and read a lot of poems and books. He could naturally appreciate the quality of his grandson's poem.

"I announce that in this round of competition, Tang Yan of the Tang family is first, Liu Hailian of the Liu family is second, Wu Jin of the Wu family is third, Liu Zhi of the Liu family is fourth, and Qin An of the Qin family is fifth. These five people have successfully advanced to the third round of the competition." Zhou Ying stood up and announced the result loudly.

Everyone has no opinion on this ranking.

"The third round is more difficult, so be prepared." Zhou Ying announced the rules of the third round: "After the first person writes his work, the rest of the people's works need to be completed within the tea cup time.

There is a requirement for the number of words in the work, which should not be less than 100 words.

Taking Yuncheng Erlang as the theme, the specific direction can be freely used. start! "

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