The Divine Martial Stars

Soon, there were more than a dozen people who went up and wrote their own poems on the desk case, but the level was not as good as that of the madman before. Not only could he not gain fame, but it attracted ridicule from other people. A covered in dirt, retreated dimly.

The poems of more than a dozen people, none of them can be selected for hanging, all were treated as waste paper, rubbed directly, and thrown into the side of the paper basket.

After about an incense stick of time, there is a person who looks like a businessman from a foreign country, writes a beauty word, which is quite artistic, although it is not as good as that of a man who is not sloppy, but it is also very clear. The entrance was selected and hung high on the second floor.

The foreign businessman was overjoyed.

The unscrupulous madman is coldly snorted, without any concealment of the authentic way: “To be with you, to practice my [Qing Renci] of Song Qingfei …”

Foreign businessmen suddenly froze, and his face became embarrassed.

This is all an episode.

After a while, the poems of more than 20 people were eliminated.

The chief forest limpid autumn water of Cold Mountain College stood up, smiled lightly, came to the table with a proud expression, raised a pen, flying dragons and dancing phoenixes and wrote.

Many people’s eyes fell on the desk case.

The name of the Chief Disciple of Cold Mountain College still has some strength.

But seeing the forest limpid autumn water wrote on the paper: “Shan Wai is surrounded by the old city, the rain hits Cháng’ān lonely back. The old days and months in the east of Yanzhi, and the night is over the high wall.” Finished, slightly smiled, forced Full of style, waiting for the commentary of the mother Sang, went straight to the selected table case.

“Good poetry.”

“Women’s writings are not seen throughout the article, but she’s thinking about daughter, writing on the paper, Senior Brother Lin’s poetry skills have been brought to the point of perfection.”

“Haha, when this poem comes out, it must be the leader of tonight. It should be timely.”

A sound of praise rang around, and other disciples at Cold Mountain College had taken on the role of supporters and praised them.

Li Mu is not well versed in poetry and the history of Chang’an City, but he can also see that this poem is indeed good. The chief of a party academy has some skills.

Sure enough, the poem evaluation resulted in this poem being selected.

Forest limpid autumn water with pride.

At this moment, a smirk sounded, and Liu Muyang, the chief of Fengming College, stood up and said, “But Err.” He strode to the desk case and wrote it with a pen. It is a poem with a very different style. Said: Silent night half-closed the gate, beautiful women stand side by side Yuexuan. Sentimentally talk about things in the boudoir, the maid did not dare to speak.

As soon as the poem came out, the students of Fengming College first applauded loudly, and the consciousness of holding the bell was not weaker than the people of Cold Mountain College before, and there were some people around them who praised loudly.

This is a beautiful poem by the moon and the moon. The picture is full of feelings. It is different from Lin Limpid autumn water’s poem, which does not mention a female character, but writes a daughter’s mind. On the other hand, the kind of dying state that is embarrassing to talk about is described vividly and thoroughly.

Two poems, two styles.

After Liu Muyang finished writing, he took a glance at Lin Limpid autumn water with a provocation, and went straight to the selected seat.

Sure enough, mother Sang announced the result of the poem review, and this poem was also selected.

After that, dozens of people presented verses one after another, but the level was really uneven. The flowers on the third floor of the high cabinet wanted to accommodate everyone, and they did not even participate in the poem review. They were made by several mothers of Wen Shengzhai. In the selection process, five poems were barely selected, and they were temporarily selected and hung up.

This is because the madman called Song Qingfei, and the later poems of Lin Limpid Autumn Water and Liu Muyang, have elevated the overall standard of tonight, and it is considered that Zhuyu is ahead. People, even if they are playing at a high level, it is difficult to satisfy the audience, especially the mother Sang of Wen Shengzhai, who is a beautiful woman with a very good poem. I dare not go up to show ugliness.

In the end, ten poems should have been selected and entered the final, but only nine were selected, and no one can be selected.

The scene was a bit deserted.

“Young Master, why not give a poem and show talent?” Zheng Cunjian intentionally or unintentionally “encouraged” Li Mu, and said, “With the talent of Young Master, we must win in one fell swoop. Don’t call these clay chickens and pottery dogs joyfully satisfied.”

What he said was not small.

Immediately, many people in the hall heard this, and turned around and looked.

The mother Sang, who had been told by Bai Xuan before, fell on Li Mu’s body and walked with a smile, saying, “Why don’t the Young Master reveal Shihua?” This is a kind intention, a kind reminder According to Bai Xuan’s exhortation, even if Li Mu could not write any good verses, he could barely enter the shortlist to fill this last place. It was a quiet and secretive face for Li Mu.

But others don’t think so.

The students of Fengming College and Cold Mountain College first laughed and cheered.

“Now that I’m here, I’ll give you a chance to take a poem.” Lin limbpid autumn water took pleasure in other people’s misfortune.

Liu Muyang squinted his eyes and said, “Yes, Little Brat, give you a chance to show yourself, hehe, rest assured, even if you write poorly, no one will laugh at you because no one holds you. Look forward, haha! “

This remark caused a laugh.

Many people are waiting to see the excitement of Li Mu, and some people sympathize with him. Poor Little Brat, bad luck tonight, has attracted the scholars of the two major colleges, and is destined to become a joke tonight.

The heavenly Sword dojo disciples who were at the same table with Li Mu, did not hide their desire to take pleasure in other people’s misfortune and laughed at the table.

Li Mu, however, looked calm and nodded to the mother, saying, “Yes, there are no tigers in the mountains, and monkeys are kings … It is good to write a poem and come to town and town.”

He went straight to the desk case.

At this moment, the laughter around him stopped.

Many eyes were on Li Mu, and I did not expect that this poor boy really dare to stage poems, and also dared to say such arrogant words.

After the forest limpid autumn water and Liu Muyang are startled, they are coldly snorted.

And the unscrupulous madman Song Qingfei looked disdainful. He was the least accustomed to it, others were even more mad than him.

Only Zheng Cunjian was curious in his heart. The prince Li Gang was called Jinlin’s abandoned son. This time, what kind of poetry will he write?

With the attention of countless lights, Li Mu lifted his pen and wrote.

On Earth, in elementary and junior high schools, students were required to practice brush writing. Li Mu’s brush writing has a foundation, and normally follows the old god stick to go everywhere to do things. Many things require writing brush writing. Yes, Li Mu’s lower case is very well written. The Old God Bei stick spoke praised. Although the text on this world is not the same as Earth, it is generally similar, so Li Mu’s handwriting after adapting, It’s pretty good.

The first sentence he wrote on the paper was’ Cháng’ān There are beauties. ‘

As soon as this sentence came out, there was a sound of laughter. Lin Limpid autumn water, Liu Muyang and Song Qingfei were all contemptuous, so rough and almost vernacular sentences, ten Scholar all Being able to write it is hard to be elegant, and at this level, it is really impossible to withstand a single blow.

The mother Sang who suggested Li Mu to write a word, and his face also showed disappointment. Secretly said in one’s heart, he fell astray. He should not have made such a proposal, but let the teenager wait for the stage to shame him. .

However, when Li Mu’s second sentence was written down, the laughter on the field immediately disappeared more than half.

He wrote: Peerless and independent.

As soon as this sentence came out, it seemed that there was a magical demonic power. All of a sudden, the previous sentence became full of meaning and taste, giving people an infinitely empty and rich association, especially that absolutely The word, as well as two independent words, is the most subtle.

Then Li Mu went on to write: Take a look at the city …

Lin limpid autumn water, Liu Muyang and Song Qingfei were all three, and the expressions on their faces suddenly stagnated.

The better the literary style, the more you can appreciate the charm of assaults the senses among the three sentences that have been written.

By this time, all the laughter in the hall had disappeared.

Li Mu at a moderate pace finished the next sentence: Gu Gu Ren Ren …

Then, the last sentence: Rather than knowing the city and the country, beautiful women are hard to come by.

After writing, Li Mu did not follow the previous example, throwing the pen to the ground, but gently put the pen on the pen holder, moved towards the extremely critical poem mother Sang laughed, saying: “This song Can poetry be selected? “

“Ah? Oh, this … Yes, yes, come here, copy the poems up and let everyone see them.” The mother who invited Li Mu to the stage to write poems immediately overjoyed him.

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

Immediately there was a maid, copied it, and sent the poem to the third floor.

By this time, the poem had spread throughout the hall.

“Cháng’ān has beauties, who are peerless and independent. When they look at the city, they look at the country, rather than the city and the country.

This poem is different from its genre, but its meaning is almost like the pure wine of Gan. It can be said that the beauty of the beauty has been written to the extreme. There are only a few beautiful women in the world. It is enough to describe which woman is enough to make this woman famous all over the world overnight.

This poem is not cumbersome and exquisite. Its words are simple and straightforward, but it has a moving power. It is definitely enough to sing and sing the world. There is no doubt that it will spread throughout Chang’an City. .

And Liu Muyang, Lin Limpid autumn water, and Song Qingfei, the expressions on their faces were completely rigid at this time, and they couldn’t imagine that this poor and sour boy who was mocked and scorned by them actually wrote a song that was enough to sing This poem by the world and Liufangbaishi can definitely kill their works.

Damn, why is this happening?

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First more. Thanks to the blue cat meteor fist, the nickname is hard to come by, and the mad sword alliance pollutes the three big consecutive rewards.