When I visited for a day, the mountains were pleasant, the distant scenery was open-minded, and the close-up scenery was strange rocks and woods were amazing. Even on Jiugong Mountain, there was a ruin at the entrance of the city wall. During the Spring and Autumn Period, Wu and Chu were once bounded by this state, and the name of Wu and Chu was the one who had the name of Wu and Chuxiong Pass. It was also known to everyone in the story of Wu and Yue. However, in the end, most of the territory of Wu and Yue were finally returned to Chu. Chu had been for seven hundred years and was overlord for a while.

As night slowly approached, everyone returned to the shore of Yunzhong Lake below the top of the mountain. Although they were tired, they all smiled happily. No matter who had been there or not, they felt that this trip was worthy.

There are also banquets at night, but most of them sit on the ground, which is less formal and restrained. But most of them are the courtesans, most of them have seats and cases, not as casual as men.

However, everyone also started to take paper and pen, and knew that the last activity tonight and the day of the trip, many people kept thinking and choking along the way, and finally they had to wait to make a big splash at this time. In addition to the fact that there would be less competition among friends, there was no need for a fight at other times. When literati had to eat, they had to rely on this kind of competition. The reputation under the competition was the capital to survive. Literati was also in it.

Ouyang Zheng naturally couldn't disappoint, and had to adapt to everyone's thoughts. He raised his glass and said, "Today, facing such beautiful scenery, I would like to ask you all to have a talented mind. Yan and many of you are here. We should sing the world for you to show the prosperity of our talented and literary style."

This is what everyone is waiting for. Everyone who can write a literary work can appreciate it and feel that it is excellent. However, when there is a comparison, most people can also recognize the advantages and disadvantages.

Everyone was holding their heart to write, writing out the words and sentences they had put out after the day of their trip. Whether it was climbing high and looking far away to express their broad mind, or showing their elegant character with beautiful mountains and rivers, there must be some expression in the words.

Ma Yongren was naturally writing with his pen, but Ma Ziliang, who was standing beside him, was holding the pen, just staring at the fifth uncle beside him, as if he had something to ask for, but he didn't dare to say it out. He could only murmur, "I just looked at the scenery during the day, but I forgot to think about some words and sentences, and for a while, I was really embarrassed."

Ma Yongren heard the words and turned his head to look at them. He felt the gaze that Ma Ziliang cast from time to time. He looked back and sighed deeply, as if he knew what Ma Ziliang was looking for in his eyes.

If Ma Yongren had not lost his face in front of everyone today, perhaps it would be indifferent, so he would have responded to what Ma Ziliang asked for. After all, the Ma family still has to be supported by the younger generation. The young Ma Yongren had not experienced such a thing. The elders had made several poems for the sake of their younger generations. They were eager to love their son and were normal. Although they were not as good as character, what was it for the sake of family inheritance?

Besides, poetry is nothing more than a thing that gains fame and is not what the imperial examination needs to take. In the eyes of many people, poetry is not necessarily used to entertain themselves and express themselves, but simply to gain fame.

But at this time, Ma Yongren was a little confused, not a conscience, but Ma Yongren also hoped that his works could bring back the face lost on the top of the mountain during the day, and even had the idea of ​​overwhelming the boy named Xu Jie, so that he could really fight back his face. In this way, he became a little confused.

After a few struggles, Ma Yongren still did not give the words he had written to his nephew Ma Ziliang, so he just regarded it as if he had not seen Ma Ziliang's eyes.

After waiting for a few times, Ma Ziliang had to stop looking at Ma Yongren in annoyance. He looked down at the white paper in front of him and scratched his head.

Xu Jie, who was not far away, wrote his pen again, and he also teased Ouyang Wenfeng beside him: "Wenfeng, when I go back this time, I probably want to go to Jiangnan to see the grand occasion of Jiangnan literary world."

When Ouyang Wenfeng heard this, he stopped writing and replied, "Wenyuan, I really envy you. The mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River are so good. I have wanted to go there for a long time, but my father has something to say that he cannot give up his son and cannot go far. He said that he has achieved success in studying and traveling thousands of miles. I wonder how long you will be back here."

Xu Jie also stopped writing and replied: "At least we will go back after the Mid-Autumn Festival, and we will go for seven or eight months."

"Seven or eight months? Alas... I finally found a friend to join in school, but I didn't want to be alone again. When I left, I said, I'll be there to see you off." Ouyang Wenfeng sighed, but his face was still a smile. When he said that, even though he felt reluctant, he was happy that Xu Jie went to Jiangnan.

But there was Ouyang Wenqin beside the two of them. At this time, the thin black and thin "young man" stopped writing and looked straight at Xu Jie, as if he was reluctant to leave.

Xu Jie teased and said, "It's okay to see off, but don't cry, I can't give it to you."

Ouyang Wenfeng replied seriously: "You are not my confidante or my beauty beside me. How can you not give up on you with tears in your eyes?"

Xu Jie just smiled slightly when he heard this. Ouyang Wenfeng heard the laughter and looked up. He knew that Xu Jie was joking. He also laughed and said, "I can't give up you. At that time, I will be covered in tears. I will cry and send you to Shili to the death. Others think that my brother Wenyuan is seriously ill and his life is hard to save. Only in this way can I live up to my friendship."

Xu Jie laughed loudly and said, "I will not forgive you if I say anything, but I will not let you down if I cry like this."

After all the poems of Ouyang and his brothers had been written, they had already sent them to the old masters in front of him. Looking back, Xu Jie was still writing quickly.

The comments were already started in front of me, and everyone was already singing Yan Siyu. I don’t expect Xu Jie to be still writing.

Ouyang Wenfeng saw the paper in front of Xu Jie full of writing, and then changed another one, and urged him: "Brother Wenyuan, what long essays are you writing? The last time you were the first to hand in the lyrics, but this time you were so far behind, and you were laughing at me."

When Xu Jie heard this, he kept writing, but he still wrote quickly, but replied: "After I write, you will know. How many words can be clearly stated in this Jiugong Mountain? There are some interesting things in my bag. Please read them and talk to me about your feelings after reading them."

Ouyang Wenfeng had already heard a few poems, and knew that his difficulty was so good. He turned around and flipped through the bag that Xu Jie put beside him, and took out a large stack of papers full of words, with pages marked on it. This is the novel that Xu Jie has started writing recently, and he has written a lot.

Ouyang Wenqin was still waiting for everyone to sing their own lyrics. When Ouyang Wenfeng took out a large stack of things written by Xu Jie, he stopped waiting. Instead, he turned around and looked at it. After Ouyang Wenfeng finished reading one, he took it and read it.

Xu Jie asked Ouyang Wenfeng to read his novels to know whether the thing he wrote could attract people. There should be a reader to give back, so that he knows if there is a need to continue. If no one finds it interesting, then he will not write it down and try to rewrite other things, such as changing "Romance of the Three Kingdoms". It's just a copywriter. Xu Jie doesn't want to be too much unless it is absolutely necessary. After all, Xu Jie has read books for more than ten years.

While Xu Jie was writing hard, Ouyang's brothers were still obsessed with it. His childhood sweetheart, deep blood hatred, strange adventures, and love between men and women, how could he not have any attraction? After all, human nature is common.

Then Ouyang Wenfeng smiled happily for a while: "Why are there no such a good girl by my side who is so childhood sweetheart?"

After a while, he was furious again: "It's unreasonable, how can there be such evil people in the world? It's really unreasonable! Killing is not enough to calm my hatred."

He heard Ouyang Wenfeng feel much relieved for a while and said, "Okay, that's good. Hurry up and practice martial arts, practice peerless magical skills, take revenge, and kill all the evil people."

Ouyang Wenqin, who was beside her, also frowned tightly and then looser, but there were some differences in her focus and she murmured: "A good woman like this is actually missing. I don't know if the two will meet again in the future."

While Xu Jie was writing, the two of them talked to themselves and smiled knowingly that they knew that this martial arts romance novel was completed.
Chapter completed!