Reverend Insanity: Section 10: Li Xiaobai Yongchun

“Two Masters of Master Shi, please come in, please come in!” Xiao Erdian nodded his head and greeted Hua Song and An Chong into the shop.

“This is the famous tea house in Beijing. It is very lively. I have been here many times.” Hua Song secretly transmitted a message to An Chong.

The two magpies pretend to be magisters and come to Kyoto in Huawendongtian.

An Chong is more willing to press on Yuntou and overlook the capital. But since Huasong had such fun, he had to be hospitable.

“I want the saloon upstairs on the fifth floor.” Hua Song looked familiar.

The two came to the fifth floor, entered the room, opened the window and saw the crowds on the street. The first meeting place was just across the street, and the bronze gate was almost full of people.

“This is my Huawen Dongtian’s contemporary talents, and also my Huawen Dongtian’s future hope. Please look at the envoy.” Hua Song sighed and handed An Chong a five-round investigation tapeworm, observable The goal is talented.

An Chong looked at it, and when he used it in person, his vision changed suddenly. He saw the talents on the heads of countless talents. These talents are colorful, with different levels and different forms, which really opened his eyes.

“Since there are such maggots, you have the talent to detect, why should you hold such a selection?” An Chong asked.

Hua Song smiled: “The ambassador has some ignorance. Talent is like cultivation, even if you have a lot, you ca n’t play it on the spot. It ’s a shame. Moreover, this selection is all about writing poems on the spot, and you ca n’t do fake. The literacy of many talented scholars, many talented scholars, may not be inspired to make poems of the highest level. “

An Chong nodded: “I think the arrays arranged here are not only linked to each other, but also seem to be able to stimulate the talents of scholars?”

Hua Song nodded: “Yes, good eyes! In this fairy circle, the scholars can often play supernormally, which more reflects their respective talents and qualifications.

The door was knocked while talking.

Dian Xiaoer, with Huasong’s permission, brought a lot of food and wine.

“Eight treasure ducks, canaries, and panda crab meat are all signature dishes of our restaurant. Please enjoy it with two guest officials.”

Hua Song admired him for a yuan stone and dismissed the shop’s second child.

Hua Song introduced to An Chong: “Exalted to the envoy, although the tea here is ordinary tea, it is a creation of a Chinese master when he was young. At that time, he was a four-turn master and won the top prize. He was named the champion champion tea. “

“Oh?” An Chong immediately became interested, but this was the work of Ba Zhuan Xian when he was young.

“I’ll have to taste it well.” An Chong took a sip, closed her eyes, sipped it, and suddenly, her heart rose with a slight excitement, as if a bitter smile for ten years. , Life is proud to be near now!

“Good tea, good tea.” An Chong admired sincerely, “Although this tea is an ordinary tea, it has a humane flavor!”

The fateful battle, Zhongzhou Tianting’s continuous series of humane killing moves, the moves are extremely powerful, making the world sensational. Humanity is known and unknown.

At the moment of the second fairy, the bronze gate of the first venue opened.

The crowd of people in front of the door suddenly made a loud noise.

“Opened, opened!”

“Don’t squeeze.”

“Let me in.”

The crowds are rushing into the house.

Li Xiaobai is also in the crowd, but at the back end.

While following the flow of people, he pondered the rules of the selection.

“The World Poetry Society has eighteen venues, each of which has a question, and all of them answer the question at the same time. Regardless of the number of people, depending on the quality of the work, only half of the people can be promoted.”

“After being promoted to the next conference venue, it is still half off. In this way, all the way up to the eighteen conference venues, it is considered that the selection requirements have been met.

“If you fail midway, you must return to the previous venue. If you fail in a row and exit the first venue directly, it will be considered a complete failure.”

“However, the World Poetry Festival is held for seven days. Everyone has three chances to fail completely.”

“In this way, it is enough for Huawen Dongtian to pick out high-quality seeds of maggots. Occasionally, there is a chance of mistakes, and there is a chance to come back. But if there is any talent, the abnormal performance of the seven consecutive days is an illustration Literacy itself is not enough, and it is not worthy of Dongtian cultivation to become a fairy. “

Li Xiaobai has recovered his thoughts and has arrived at the first venue

The venue is empty and full of scholars.

Students have men and women, old and young, and there are so many people. At a glance, there are thousands without thousands.

This is only the first day.

Li Xiaobai waited for another time at the conference hall. Only the first conference hall accepted all the scholars’ talents.

Noisy people, crowded.

Fortunately, the first venue is the Fairy Space, which can be expanded at any time. It is also within the capacity to accommodate more scholars.

Oh!

A sound of drums, the same voice came to the ears of scholars: “The first spring of the World Poetry Society, time limit is half a cup of tea.”

After saying this, the voice disappeared.

“The first question is spring?”

Many scholars frowned, and many scholars frowned.

Li Xiaobai meditated secretly: “Wing Chun’s poetry is really too much. This topic is easy at first glance. After all, scholars have written more or less poems on related topics. Although the world ’s poems require new poems on the spot, But as long as the original work is slightly modified, sometimes it can be barely considered a new poem.

“In fact, however, this topic is difficult.” Li Xiaobai’s face was calm.

He knows that this time, when writing poetry, he has to compare it with the people around him. Only by being better than half of the scholars can he be successfully promoted.

Scholars are aware of this.

Many people started to think hard. Some people sat directly on the ground while others were carrying their hands and walking around. Some people hung their heads and murmured softly in their mouths.

What Li Xiaobai thought was: “Which one should I copy?”

Wing Chun’s poems have many hidden in his memory, and there are no shortage of classics.

But it’s not good to bring out the classics for the first time. This makes Li Xiaobai not play well in the future. The scale of his talent does not belong to the first-class level. If he presents famous articles from field to field, it will definitely cause doubt.

If he is lucky, Li Xiaobai may be slightly more aggressive. But now it is obvious that luck is low, and Li Xiaobai takes stability first.

While Li Xiaobai is thinking, many scholars have already written new poems.

So all kinds of halo shine, the halo is colorful, strong or weak. Whenever the halo dissipates on the scholars, the scholars gain something.

Some people have got tapeworms, some people have been promoted directly, some have recovered their true value, and some have exhausted their fatigue.

This is a literary talent.

The founder of Huawen Dongtian, the original owner, set this killing trick before falling. It is with the help of Jiwen that he is encouraging more and more scholars to study hard, and finally forms a state of flourish such as Huawendongtian.

Li Xiaobai finally finalized his poem.

He coughed slightly and started to recite.

“Moon Night.”

“Half a darker moon, half of the family, Beidoulanggan Nandou oblique.”

“Tonight I know the spring air is warm, and the sound of insects is clear through the green window screen.”

As soon as Li Xiaobai’s recitation was finished, he heard a loud bang in his ear, and the whole body rose up with a thick green light.

Teng Teng Teng.

The scholars around Li Xiaobai all felt an invisible pressure. The green light forced them to disperse to the surroundings, leaving a large blank space. Only Li Xiaobai was standing in the center.

“Okay, what a brilliant light!”

“A famous article has appeared!”

“I didn’t expect such a famous article to come out. I don’t know who created it?”

Many scholars were interrupted in their thoughts, staring at Li Xiaobai with envious and inquiring eyes one by one.

Li Xiaobai’s surface is light and breezy, but in reality, I feel a little tangled: “Oh, the copying is a bit overdone, and the effect is a bit too good, attracting a lot of attention.”

He glanced around, hoping that some people would come forward, don’t let him take the lead.

Lvguang keeps getting into his emptiness, making his cultivation climb upward.

“Oh! A famous article is born. I’ll read it.” In the teahouse, Hua Songdun felt something.

After reading Li Xiaobai’s writings, Hua Song nodded with satisfaction again and again: “Wonderful, wonderful! This Li Xiaobai is very young, but he is very old in poetry.”

“Wing Chun’s poems are mostly willow green and peach. But this poem is just the other way around. Writing night to cover up the spring is a clever idea.”

“The last sentence of the poem must be derived from Li Xiaobai’s deep life. It reveals a fresh, cheerful, and full of life.”

“Viewing poetry is like viewing people, this Li Xiaobai has a good mood!”

Hua Songzhang admired it, as if he had tasted the delicious food in the world. He looked at An Chong and smiled, “I do n’t know what the judges think about this poem?”

An Chongton felt big and defamated: “If you don’t say it, I don’t know how good this poem is. Oops, now I want to comment, what should I do?”

ps: Second at 9 o’clock.