A pillar of sandalwood burns with lingering charm.

The talented players on the field were all very steady, calm and calm; after a while, they began to pick up their pens.

In the first unit of the talent competition, the first unit is held for poems, poems and articles, or you can prepare them in advance and write them well. If you can guess the topic on the spot, you can write them out immediately, which is far better than improvisation. After all, it is difficult to complete words and sentences in one go without flaws, and often requires consideration and it is very difficult to think about them.

This fee, time passed.

Calligraphy cannot be written in advance, but must be written on the spot. It not only requires personal skills, but also pays attention to the on-site state, which is very subtle.

However, since he is qualified to represent the major prefectures and prefectures, he came to compete for the world's number one talented man. Chapter 224: None of them is a good person. Most of them are born as a child prodigy, and have experienced countless assessments since childhood, and their psychological qualities are very strong.

Swish swish swish swish!

The field was quiet, and the subtle sounds of pens and dragons and snakes gathered into a trickle.

Ye Junsheng picked up the pen and dipped it in thick ink, but when things were about to come, he hesitated, raised his eyebrows and raised his wrist, as if he had encountered some problem and could not write.

Gu Xuezheng saw his behavior.

There are nine judges in the world's No. 1 Talented Men's Competition, all of which are famous all over the world. They have profound attainments in various talents. Their selection was chosen by the saints, and they have even more unquestionable authority.

Such as Li Yifeng and Huang Yuanqi, they are not qualified.

At the moment, in addition to the evaluation team, the academic and political education and government officials of each state also attended, sitting next to watch the performance of the talents.

There is no doubt that people in this prefecture will naturally pay more attention.

From the very beginning, Gu Xuezheng's eyes revolved around Ye Junsheng and Guo Nanming.

Guo Nanming performed very smoothly. After the sandalwood was lit, he only pondered for a moment, then splashed ink and started running on rice paper. He wrote very carefully and focused his eyes. When he looked at Ye Junsheng again, he held a brush and stopped halfway. Chapter 224: The pen was empty and he could not fall.

Gu Xuezheng had a conflict in his heart: What's going on?

He was very confident in Ye Junsheng's calligraphy and ink. When he was in Jizhou, several of his calligraphy works received high praise. Among them, "The Confused Post" was regarded as a treasure by Li Yifeng, and he refused to show it to others.

With Li Yifeng's status and his love for his younger generations is enough to show that his level has reached a higher level - even higher than Li Yifeng himself.

There will be no problem with your level, so why can’t you write? Could it be that your mentality is unexpected?

Gu Xuezheng suddenly thought that Ye Junsheng became famous, but he had never experienced any big scenes. The boy tried these things, which was not worth mentioning; as for the literary meeting, it was even more different...

If there is a problem with your mentality, it will affect your performance.

Gu Xuezheng stroked his beard and frowned: If he missed the most stable unit, it would almost be announced that Ye Junsheng was eliminated.

Unfortunately, the current situation cannot tolerate others' remarks, and I can only be anxious in my heart.

Hum? Junsheng put down his pen... Yes, if your thoughts are not smooth, you should adjust yourself properly and then slowly take action.

Seeing that Ye Junsheng did not force himself to write, Gu Xuezheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Boom! Boom!

The thunder in the gloomy sky was endless and loud, so this was rare.

Ye Junsheng sat on the chair, his eyes fell on the white paper on the desk, but his thoughts were already wandering outside the sky: How could this thunder sound be heard in his ears, and he felt a slight palpitation? Especially where the soul god is located, it is in the trick, and it is pounding. Being hit by the thunder sound, it has a faint sense of escape. Fortunately, the mysterious yellow stone seal in the world automatically plays a role and guards it steadily, so that the inner demon thoughts are not born.

This situation has never been seen before.

You should know that his current state of Dharma is stable and he is no longer an ordinary person. His consciousness and thoughts have been condensed and he will not think randomly.

He suddenly looked up to see his sister, but he didn't know if he was still a little slow in his cultivation, but the girl was nothing unusual.

Ye Junmei opened her big black eyes and looked at her brother, blinking, and the meaning was: "Brother, you don't write, what do you think I'm doing?"

Ye Junsheng smiled and turned to face the blank paper again.

...

The rain became heavier without realizing it. Although it was not a heavy rain, it would never begin. The raindrops fell like hemp and fell on the river outside the city.

Suddenly, the wind blew up again, and the vast river flow was like a giant python that was teased and had a temper, gradually making a roaring sound. The waves surging and rolling, and from time to time a wave rolled up high, finally landing heavily on the bank and blew a loud noise, scattering into the sky.

At this time, some boats were still drifting on the river. Seeing the climate changing harshly, I quickly turned around and rowed and moved closer to the dock.

The bustling and lively pier is deserted at this time. Many people are on the boat or under the eaves, watching the turbulent rivers, and are surprised: "This spring season will not cause heavy floods."

"It shouldn't."

"That's not sure, it depends on the mood of the Dragon Prince."

"God blesses you, Dragon Prince, don't go wild."

"Hey, if you really want to get a flood, it will be a big disaster."

Everyone was worried when they watched and watched. Under the changes of nature, human power was so humble. If a large-scale natural disaster really occurred, countless people were displaced and poisoned to the depths.

...

Time has feet, and there will never be any stop. The sandalwood in the incense burns little by little, and it will burn through the middle section in no time, and there will be little left.

At this moment, many of the talented men on the field have written a picture of brush and ink, and are conducting self-examination to see if there is any problem. If you feel dissatisfied and cannot do it, you can write more while there is still time, so as to compare the advantages and disadvantages.

At this time, only Ye Junsheng had not started writing yet.

He sat straight, staring at the white paper with his eyes curled up, as if he was looking at a peerless treasure, without blinking.

When Gu Xuezheng saw this, he was secretly anxious: What is Ye Junsheng doing? Why didn’t he write? When time passes, he will be embarrassed.

At this time, Ye Junsheng simply closed his eyes, just like an old monk entering into meditation, motionless—

The sound of wind, rain, and thunder were intertwined, and it sounded mixed, but it was a little deeper, just like a music.

Among them, Ye Junsheng even heard the rushing sound of the river flowing outside the city, huge and mighty, wrapped in a ray of restlessness...

The sound was like a tide, rolling into my ears. At this moment, a beautiful couplet from later generations suddenly flashed through my mind, and words appeared clearly.

By the way, that's how it feels.

Ye Junsheng smiled at the corner of his mouth, stretched out his hand and picked up the pen!!!
Chapter completed!