"The adult who was a little tester sent a poem, saying that he would like to appreciate it."

The maid lowered her head and presented the rice paper with poems written on it. Before leaving, she looked at Lin Xuan curiously.

There are not many young people entering the Master’s study. In this study, there are many lonely ancient books collected by Master, which are very precious.

Even the prince and the little prince came to pay their respects to the master, but they never received such treatment. Who is this young man? How can he get the master so kindly?

After a short look, the maid could not guess Lin Xuan's origin, but even if she asked her to take a few more glances, she probably wouldn't know who Lin Xuan was.

In the county magistrate's residence, only the eldest lady Tang Ni and the maid Xiaolan around her were the ones who knew Lin Xuan.

The rest of the people had never heard of his name, let alone recognized him."

Oh? A small test on the side? I want to see what excellent works are there!"

The short trial of the side door was specially opened by the Tang Building for poor people, hoping that those talented poor people can seize this opportunity to become famous.

He is also from a poor family, so he takes special care of the poor people and specifically reminds the two examiners to copy the good sentences if they have good sentences.

However, the Tang Building did not have much hope. It is rare for poor scholars, and talented scholars are even more rare. They are in the past.

The examiner who was in the exam later actually sent a poem, which naturally aroused great interest from Lord Tang.

It was said that it was the Tang Building, but even Lin Xuan couldn't help but become curious.

He just "stole" a poem by Mr. Xin Qiji, and at this time he also wanted to see what kind of poems the talented and learned people wrote in this fairy world.

Xuan is not good at writing poems, but he is still very good at picking up his skills. He can still tell the quality of a poem.

Tanglou seemed to want to show Lin Xuan intentionally or unintentionally, but he picked up the poem and read it out slowly.

"The vast sorrow of separation is slanting in the sun, and the whip is whip eastward and the end of the world."

Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers."

After finishing the chanting slowly, Tanglou opened his mouth and could not say anything.

In the sky, every poem and a poem are all quatrains that have eternal!

Even though he had many experiences in the Tang Building, he was shocked by this scene and could not speak for a while.

Xuan was also stunned. After hearing the first sentence, he felt something was wrong. As he listened, everyone was stunned.

Isn’t it the “Miscellaneous Poems of Yi Hai” by the Qing Dynasty poet Gong Zizhen?

Why, besides myself, are there other people from the earth? Lin

Xuan was shocked. If this was the case, then all his previous speculations would be overturned!

Why wasn't I exposed my own plagiarism of Mr. Xin Qiji's "Ugly Nuer"? Is it just because of my good luck? Lin

Xuan's eyelids twitched unconsciously, pressing the throbbing in his heart, he looked at the rice paper.

Miscellaneous Poems, signature: Qi Shen.

Who is this person?”

Hahahahahaha..." He

Just as he was frightened, he suddenly heard the exaggerated laughter of the old demon Wutian in his mind. He looked at him. The old boy was rolling on the ground with a smile."

What are you laughing at?" Lin

Xuan looked at him in confusion.

If this old guy can't tell me why, he must be good-looking!

The old demon quickly stopped smiling and reminded: "Master, don't worry, you can sign the author of this poem first."

Qi Jing?"

What about the other way around?"

Shen...qi..., Shen Qiqi?!"

When the old demon said this, Lin Xuan suddenly had a flash of inspiration and understood.

It turns out that this miscellaneous poem did not come from someone else, but Chen Qiqi who came from the earth with him!

Thinking of this, Lin Xuan finally breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that his previous speculation was correct... No

Guo Lin Xuan was still a little puzzled: What did this girl go to the county magistrate’s mansion to do?

"Master Tang, I dare to ask, have I passed the test of my master? Can I participate in the literary competition?" Lin

Xuan was too lazy to mess with this Tanglou here. He first found the girl Chen and saw what she sold in the gourd.

Lou was still immersed in the artistic conception of this poem, and was destroyed by Lin Xuan, and felt a little dissatisfied.

However, he nodded: "No, I'll pass this level for now."

What's the point of being right now, this old man is so disgusting.

Lin Xuan curled his lips and bowed his fists and said, "Since that's the case, I won't bother you anymore. I have to prepare first... Where can I compare the literary battle competition?"

Lin Xuan was not polite about his words, but Tanglou seemed to be used to it and didn't care.

Talented people are very crazy. Lin Xuan can make such classics and have some strange tempers, but Tanglou can understand them.

A maid came to the building: "Come here, take Mr. Lin to the martial arts performance venue."

Lin Xuan followed the maid to leave the study room.

Lin Xuan disturbed the elegant Tang Building, but could no longer immerse himself in the previous artistic conception.

"To write new lyrics, I forcefully saying sorrow, but I think it's cool and autumn... If this lyrics are placed in the literary competition, no one can match them. Wushou talks about sorrow, a pun, which not only satirizes other young talents in the current situation of sorrow, but also expresses their inner emotions. It is really a great sentence for eternity!"

"The turning point in the next film is actually a kind of 'strong statement'. It is actually difficult to get rid of the heavy depression in my heart if I speak it casually and freely."

"Become gentle and become sad." Tang

Lou Zai's taste of Lin Xuan's "Ugly Nuer" and has gained a lot in his heart.

I was also deeply moved when I read the "Miscellaneous Poems" signed by Qishen.

"The poem is all quatrains, and it can be said that it is incomparable. If it appears in the literary competition at the same time, it may not be able to distinguish between the superiority and inferiority."

"But if they don't let them shine in the literary competition, I feel a pity, hiss..."

Tanglou was embarrassed, and he paced in the study anxiously, walking back and forth several times.

Suddenly, he stopped, as if he had an idea, quickly walked to the desk, spread out the pen, ink, paper and ink, dipped the thickest wolf brush into ink, and the dragon and snake danced wildly.

After carving, he threw the pen aside and called out:

Come!"

Yes, what are the master’s instructions?”

Let me continue to hang these two poems on the martial arts stage of literary competitions.”

"yes!"…

…

County magistrate's office, martial arts stage.

This place where the personal soldiers of the county magistrate’s office, which is capable of training for the daily lives of Lord Tang, accounts for almost half of the size of the entire county magistrate’s office.

The flat yellow land on the playground is the result of daily training for personal soldiers.

The human-shaped targets or cycling obstacles that were originally standing on the playground have long been removed at this time.

The playground became a huge open space, enough to accommodate thousands of people.

There is a ring in the middle of the playground, which is the main stage of this literary competition and the venue for soldiers to fight one-on-one battles on weekdays.

Although it can be seen that the servants have tried to make this martial arts stage clean and tidy, the martial arts stage is still covered with amazing sword marks.

And the blood stains that cannot be removed are shocking.

At this time, many people had arrived in the field, many of whom were large families in Yunzhong City, and some were maids and servants brought by young talents from other places.

Ten young talents who participated in the literary competition were in different states at this time, with frowning and lying on their mouths.

Some people crossed their legs and lie in the maid's arms to eat grapes.

There is a look of lightness.

In other words, the prelude to this war without gunpowder seems particularly nervous.

"Come?"

People were preparing for the time being waiting for the county magistrate Tanglou to announce the start of the competition.

However, the first person to come out was not Lord Tang, but two pretty maids, with two servants behind them.

The two servants walked to the martial arts stage carrying a thin wooden rafter that was two feet long.

“What is this for?”

Everyone looked at it at the same time. Even the young talents who were preparing for the competition could not help but stop their anxiety at this moment and looked at the scene curiously.

I saw those servants laying two wooden rafters flat, and the maid in front hung the things she held in her hands on the top of the wooden rafters.

After all this, the servants will stand up.

With a swish.

The wooden rafters stood upright, and the huge white paper falling from the top of the wooden rafters wrote a poem and a lyric with vigorous pen power.

The boy doesn't know the taste of sorrow..."
Chapter completed!