This sadness made everyone's heart tremble and his eyes instantly lost their spirit.

"This...is...is...unable!"

Zikong's face suddenly changed drastically, and he looked at Ziyu in disbelief, "How could you make such a good sentence?"

Not only him, but other Confucians also had a serious expression and were all in a hurry to be with them.

"What is love in the world? It's just to teach people to agree with each other in life and death!"

boom!

This huge completion, the whole world seemed to be silent, even if the sky was crying for it, the earth cried for it.

“Woo woo woo woo…”

On the field, many people couldn't help but cry with tears in their eyes, especially those women, who bit their lips one by one, their eyes were deep and sad.

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The egrets and orioles of Zikong actually began to sing, circling continuously in the sky, and then trembled violently.

They looked at the poem, as if they were surrendering, as if they were sad, and they gradually disappeared intovisibility.

Everything in the world has feelings, and when the emotions reach deep, it can move the sky and the earth!

This poem has a tremendous sense of sadness, which makes everyone resonate with them and devote themselves to it.

There is no picture in the poem, but there is a faint whisper of a lover and a sad sob, which makes Zikong's poem self-defeating and the picture disappear!

puff!

Zikong's whole body shook, his face flushed instantly, and then he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood. His whole expression was depressed and he collapsed.

And Ziyu seemed to have spent a lot of effort, and his fingers were trembling slightly when he was writing.

Looking at his face again, Su Yu was stunned, but he saw that Ziyu was already full of tears, his face full of tears, as if something extremely sad had happened.

"Ziyu Ruzhe, are you... okay?" Su Yu couldn't help but care. No matter how much the old man said, he helped him.

"It's okay." Ziyu waved his hand, and the tears on his face still did not stop. "I am using your poem. If you want to use it, you must first understand it. I have just been completely immersed in the poem."

Su Yu smashed his mouth in surprise. There is no need to say much about the sadness of this poem, this old man is also miserable...

"This poem, this..." Zikong's hands were trembling and staring at Ziyu, "Where did you get this poem?"

"Zikong, I got this poem from Boss Su. Do you think he is qualified to enter?!" Ziyu wiped the tears from his face and then spoke.

"How is this possible?!" Zikong's pupils suddenly dilated, and his eyes fell on Su Yu.

Poems are the most important in the hearts of Confucians, and the inheritance of poetry is a great thing. Ziyu will definitely not lie!

"Impossible! He is a warrior, how could he make such a quatrain?!" Zikong still couldn't believe it.

"The most outstanding poems in ordinary people are not only written by Confucians!" Ziyu said.

"Hiss! Such awesome, even a great scholar is difficult to make such a sentence!"

"Worship! Every time I read Confucian and Taoist books, I feel dizzy, let alone write poetry by myself."

"I'll go, I can't even recognize words. This guy is so awesome!"

...

At this moment, Su Yu undoubtedly became the focus of the audience, and everyone couldn't help but look at him.

This sentence can be said to be a classic among classics, and even they are deeply intoxicated by this poem.

Many Confucians look at Su Yu with their eyes shining. This kind of talent is definitely a good material for becoming Confucians.

"Hehehe, little brother, I didn't expect you to have such talent. How about taking care of your sister when you are in the Confucian examination?" Wanying looked at Su Yu and said with a smile.

Her logic left Su Yu speechless. He was a little brother and called himself sister. This was no one else.

Zikong's face was stiff, slowing down his breath, and his eyes looked at Su Yu even more fierce. This boy had such talent. If he was asked to participate in the Confucian Examination, he still didn't know what would happen, so he would never keep it!

"So what if you can make such a sentence? It's just a lucky draw. The rules of Confucianism and Taoism cannot be abandoned!" Zikong narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at Su Yu, "If you want to participate in the Confucianism exam, you must come up under my momentum!"

"When did the rules for participating in the Confucian examination become that they have to pass through your momentum? I said that if they have stepped on the sixth floor, they have definitely stepped on it!" Ziyu refused to let go.

"Haha, do you think you can fight me if you get a poem?" Zikong's face was even more gloomy.

"What if I add me?" Zi Qian walked to Su Yu at this time, and said as she looked at Zikong.

The atmosphere on the field became stalemate for a moment. Zikong's fists clenched and loosened, and his eyes looked at Su Yu from time to time, making him feel even more cold.

"What is love in the world? It's just to teach people to agree with each other in life and death! Good sentences, really good sentences..."

At this moment, an old voice suddenly sounded, making everyone slightly stunned, especially those Confucians, whose faces changed drastically.

This sound has no power, but it is like a spring breeze blowing on your face, making people unable to ignore it, but it is also comfortable in your heart.

"Master Lu!"

All the Confucians dared not be negligent and immediately bowed to an old man who walked out of the inner hall respectfully.

The old man had a wooden hairpin on his long white hair, with long white eyebrows, hanging from his temples, hunched over, and his face wrinkled, like an ordinary old man in his twilight age.

A Confucian scholar is above the Master, and a great Confucian scholar is above the Master! He is in order.

"Hahaha, this little friend can make such a good sentence. It is the luck of our Saint Pavilion to come to participate in the Confucian Examination!" Master Lu directly made Zikong's face look extremely ugly, and his mouth trembled but he couldn't say a word.

"Zikong, your mind still needs to be improved, otherwise it may be difficult to advance the path of Confucianism and Taoism." Lu Master Lu changed his tone, but said to Zikong.

"Master Lu has taught me a lesson, Zikong must pay attention." Zikong lowered his head and admitted his mistake.

"Haha, old Master Lu, I wonder what this friend's name is?" Master Lu smiled at Su Yu and said.

"Sister Su Yu."

"A sentence from Xiaoyou Su, 'What is love in the world? It's just to teach people to agree with each other in life and death!" It's really wonderful. Even I am a shame, I am inferior to myself." Master Lu exclaimed directly.

"This time I will lead the team, everyone will come in with me." Master Lu's faint voice made everyone's heart beat, his face was full of excitement, and then he followed quickly.

In the past, the exhibition of works was led by ordinary Confucians, but this time it was led by the Master himself, so the meaning was naturally different.

However, everyone then turned their eyes on Su Yu, with extremely complicated eyes. They all knew that Master Lu appeared because of this young man.
Chapter completed!