Mingyue of the Great Song Dynasty http://www./0_1/   The latest work of Xiangnan Xiaoxiaosheng! The voice is majestic and ethereal, and it is heard in everyone's ears, which is particularly clear.

For a moment, the noisy square suddenly became quiet, and the needles fell to the sound.

Everyone listened to it, wondering what the opening of this Qingfeng Poetry Conference was.

"The title this time is very simple. Since it is a poetry meeting, everyone will improvise a pastoral poem and a lyric poem within a stick of incense. This official will judge whether you are qualified to obtain the Qingfeng Order one by one!"

"After thinking about it, you can wave your hand to call me butterfly. At that time, you only need to silently recite the thought-out poems in your heart."

"This time, there should be many talented men coming for the official's water droplets, but if you want to get the first place, you have to show some real skills, hahaha."

As soon as the words were finished, all kinds of noises rang again. This question would not be too difficult, but rather a little simple.

After all, who can come to participate in this poetry meeting, except for some people who watch the fun, can't write a few poems?

Moreover, this topic is also very broad, just pastoral poetry and lyric poetry, which is even more handy for most people.

But it is because it is simple, so it is even more difficult, which means that your poems must be better than others in order to stand out among these tens of thousands of people.

Not everyone can get the Qingfeng Order for tens of thousands of people, at least half of them will be eliminated!

Gu Qiubai looked at the whispering around, and was thinking quickly in his heart.

At this moment, the poems flashed through his mind, particularly clear.

A hint of joy flashed in Gu Qiubai's eyes. In the real world, he had no feelings for Chinese, but he didn't expect so many poems to appear in his mind.

"Is it because of the talent talent I obtained before?" Gu Qiubai quickly thought of this possibility.

Before, he obtained the talent of a talented man, and probably also obtained the poetry culture of China for 5,000 years.

However, for such a huge group of poems, which two should he choose?

...

In the square, a man was dressed like snow, with a three-foot sword around his waist. He was of great temperament and stood alone among the crowd, as if standing out from the crowd.

His face was indifferent, his sword-browed eyebrows and starry eyes, and his body was filled with unconscious nobility, which made people dare not get close to him.

Beside him, an old man with long hair and beards was hunched over, careful and respectful.

If there is a strong man here, you can find that this old man is actually a master at the peak of foundation building!

Around the man, a group of people were also quietly discussing, looking at the man in white clothes, with extreme surprise in his eyes.

"Why is this person a little like Ji Changge?"

"Ji Changge, the third son of the first immortal cultivation family in Nanyang County?" Someone was surprised.

"It was indeed the third young master. I had seen the Ji family celebrated once."

"Hiss, it's true that he is a once-in-a-century genius in the Ji family. Judging from the fluctuations in his cultivation, he may have reached the mid-stage stage of foundation building. Tsk tsk, the mid-stage stage of foundation building at the age of eighteen, this is really the Tianyou Ji family."

"But how could he show up here?"

"Aristocratic families pay attention to the world's system. When they have their cultivation, they will put down the mountain to experience it and cleanse their hearts in the world."

"Hey, there are three young masters participating. It seems that the leader this time is hopeless." Someone sighed.

"Hmph, he is just a powerful immortal cultivation. This Qingfeng Poetry Club is not as powerful as magic power. Who can win?" Someone was dissatisfied.

When people around him heard this, they couldn't help laughing softly.

"Brother, you don't know that the third young master is indeed very talented in cultivating immortals, but his attainments in poetry are no less than his talent for cultivating immortals."

"It is rumored that the third prince could write poetry at the age of three. At the age of five, he was proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. At the age of ten, he was already the most talented man in Nanyang County. It is no exaggeration to say that if the third prince now takes the imperial examination,

The front ten in front of the palace is absolutely available.”

"Look, the third young master raised his hand!"

In the crowd, Ji Changge raised his eyebrows, turned a deaf ear to the discussion around him, and slowly raised his right hand.

Just as Ji Changge raised his hand, a colorful butterfly flew out from the light curtain in front of the square.

The butterfly flapped its wings and in the blink of an eye came to the sky above Ji Changge's head, and a faint pollen scattered down.

After a few breaths, Yimeng Butterfly flapped her wings again and returned to the light curtain in front of the square.

"This is the butterfly. Its pollen can communicate the deepest voice in the heart and convey it to the performer. It is a toy for some nobles in their spare time." Liu Changzong explained while standing beside Gu Qiubai.

With Ji Changge's beginning, more and more talented men raise their hands. After all, the chances of raising their hands in the second place are probably less. If you raise your hands first, the county magistrate will read less poems and have the chance to advance!

Liu Changzong also raised his hand at this time, and a butterfly of Impression flew out of the light curtain and came to the sky above his head.

Only then can Gu Qiubai see the appearance of the Impression Butterfly, half the size of a palm, every time he flaps his wings, some colorful pollen falls down from the sky.

"Brother Gu, don't you participate?"

Liu Changzong sent out the poem and relaxed a little. Seeing that Gu Qiubai had not moved, he couldn't help but feel confused.

At this time, more than half of the people in the square had already written the poems and sent them out, and only a few were still thinking hard.

After all, there are a few poems like this that have a wide range of genres. When you have free time, you will write a few poems. At this time, just choose one or two of the best ones!

"If you write poems and cook small fresh food, you can't be anxious." Gu Qiubai smiled.

Liu Changzong laughed, pointed at the void for a few minutes, and said, "Then I'll wait for Brother Gu's good poem."

Gu Qiubai looked at the scene around him and finally selected two poems, so he slowly raised his right hand.

...

Deep in the Nanshan Mountain, colorful clouds linger, fairy birds are flying, and there are waterfalls and springs. Between the green mountains and clear waters, you can directly reach the top of Nanshan Mountain along the winding mountain road.

It was drizzling and the breeze was blowing, adding some sorrow and quiet to the southern mountain.

Amidst the clouds and mists, a blue and white mansion stands in it, shining with a bright light, revealing a poetic atmosphere.

In a courtyard in the mansion, crabapple flowers are planted on both sides, blooming magnificent flowers, and bursts of fragrance are emitted.

A middle-aged scholar sat upright on the bench, and in front of him were piled with white paper. In just a moment, lines of poetry would appear on the white paper.

Next to the middle-aged scholar, there was also a middle-aged man wearing green clothes and beautiful beard sitting, holding a wine pot and looking at the scholar with a smile.

The middle-aged scribe picked up one of the white papers that had just appeared in poetry, looked at it slightly, then sighed, and threw it aside.

"Brother Wei, why do you think you have been sighing? Are the poems written by these talented men not suitable for your taste?" The beautiful bearded man beside him sang a glass of wine and spoke with a smile.

"Hey, there are so few poems that ukanshu can resonate with. Most of them are just whining without any illness and being arty, which is really average." County Magistrate Wei sighed, "It's a bit of a vocal boy from the Ji family's words, "The sky is vast and the sky is low, the moon is clear and the moon is close to people."

"Is it the genius third young master in the rumored Ji family?" The beautiful bearded man became a little interested.

"That's right, but this kid wrote a bit of poetry in pastoral poetry, and the lyric poetry is still inferior, so he can only barely call it a good poem." County Governor Wei shook his head.

The bearded man laughed: "Brother Wei, you are too harsh. You were the second-in-command in the imperial examination back then. If you used your set to measure it, there would be few people in the world who could meet the standards. This is just a small poetry meeting, which is almost the same. Or are you reluctant to let your water droplets go, and you have to make things difficult for these talented men and beautiful women?"

"What's the point? The water droplets are of course valuable, but Mr. Wei is not yet reluctant to let go. I am just sighing. There are too few young people who are willing to study poetry now."

"Hehe, it's not the stubborn group of Haoran Sect. Most people who practice immortals do not advocate the "being rich in poetry and literature"."

County Magistrate Wei stopped talking and continued to look at the poem. Every time he read a poem, his eyebrows became deeper and he felt more impatient.

"Hey, can't even the talented men now make good poems?"

Finally another poem appeared in front of him, and the governor of Wei took it up carelessly. He no longer had any hope for the poems that appeared.

However, when he looked at the poem, his turbid eyes slowly lit up, his arms trembled so hard that they could hardly hold the paper, and his heart was even more excited.

What a poem, what a poem!
Chapter completed!