The word "rest assured" was exactly what Long Jingxiu said to Xu Yi.
In a short period of time, she had already thought of two strategies in her mind.
First, civilization strategy. Left and Right Jiuhuang didn't specify who would be the judge, she could freely decide, anyway, it was her who came up with the question, so of course it was up to her to judge.
Second, the brutal strategy. There was nothing he could do, so he snatched Xu Yi away.
Anyway, to her, everything in front of her was just a scene of excitement, and there was no need to spoil the beauty.
Naturally, Xu Yi didn't expect Master Long to take such pains for himself, so he just smiled and nodded. Soon, Master Long's question was finished, and there was an uproar in the audience.
Jiu Huang was dumbfounded, Feng Jiu and Tu Min looked at each other.
"What kind of problem is this called? Autumn Snow Night, this is also called a problem. Does Master Long think that he can pass this stall just by making a joke?"
After staying for more than ten breaths, Jiuhuang woke up suddenly and shouted loudly.
The title that Long Jing embroidered was "A Snowy Night on the Autumn River", a masterpiece under the name of Yu Jizi.
Long Jingxiu smiled and said, "Why can Senior Yujizi do it, but Lao Jiu can't do it? That's the topic, Xu Yi, are you okay?"
She also didn't think that Xu Yi had a chance to surpass Jiuhuang in the way of poetry. After all, the objective laws formed by common sense are extremely difficult to change.
Since Xu Yi had little chance of winning, Long Jingxiu naturally chose to take the lead with his sword.
An article "A Snowy Night on the Autumn River", Yu Jizi took this as the title and wrote a famous article, which will be passed down to future generations, as if the bright moon is in front, how can the younger generations compete for glory.
Long Jingxiu still took "A Snowy Night on the Autumn River" as the title, no matter how rich the poetic talents of Jiuhuang are, it is inevitable that he will be in a state of confusion.
"Since you want Long Mou to be the title, and Long Mou has already come up with the title, you are right about the title poem, so why bother talking, if you can't do it, just stand aside and do it."
Long Jingxiu said with a smile.
Tu Min said, "Master Long's words are justified, why should the ninth brother be hypocritical, senior Yujizi's poems are famous all over the world, does the ninth brother still want to win?"
Jiuhuang suddenly realized that he had a heart block before "A Snowy Night on the Autumn River".
This is also inevitable, when composing poems at the meeting, everyone wants to make a blockbuster, even if they can't make a blockbuster, no one wants to be a laughing stock.
Therefore, Jiuhuang only heard the title, and while complaining, he also tried secretly, choosing words and making sentences, but he couldn't help but quietly compare with Yujizi's masterpiece, but the more he compared, the more upset he was, unable to understand. written.
At this moment, when Tu Min shouted loudly, he suddenly realized that he didn't need to compare himself with Yu Jizi, he only needed to write a work that fit the occasion, and no one would compare himself with Yu Jizi anyway.
A work that fits the occasion, should be able to easily crush Xu Yi.
Immediately, Jiuhuang cleared away all distracting thoughts, concentrated and conceived the whole story.
Unexpectedly, he only had some thoughts on his side, and Xu Yi who was on the side had already made a movement.
But seeing a piece of snow-white spring pine paper spread out in the air, Xu Yiling scratched in the air, and ink characters with even bones and flesh, horizontal tendons and bones, were displayed in the center.
Feng Jiu smiled contemptuously, and recited the words on the paper, "The tide on the autumn river connects to the sea level, and the moon rises on the sea, shining with the waves for thousands of miles. Where is the autumn river without moon..."
He didn't believe that a mere first-order demon could have any intelligence, he only thought that this guy had understood Long Jingxiu's hints, and made up some random words, just waiting for Long Jingxiu to mess around in the end.
But after reciting it out, he felt something was wrong.
Although he knows nothing about poetry, he still has the most basic appreciation ability.
After just three and a half sentences, the weather suddenly opened up, not like ordinary products, this, how is this possible.
He stared at Tu Min in surprise. As far as he knew, Tu Min was very obsessed with poetry and prose. If what this guy wrote had already been published, Tu Min would definitely know about it.
He turned to look at Tu Min, only to see that Tu Min's eyes were dull, like a dead person.
He coughed heavily, and Tu Min woke up, and looked back at him, his eyes full of confusion.
Yes, Tu Min was completely dumbfounded. He couldn't understand Xu Yi's "A Snowy Night on the Autumn River".
I can't understand this, not because I can't read good or bad, but because I can't guess it. Such a poem will appear the most in the world.
He didn't think Xu Yi, a mere Tier 1 demon, could create such a poem.
But if Xu Yi hadn't done it, who would be willing to give up the naming rights of such a masterpiece to others.
According to him, the reputation of poetry is highly valued by both human and demon races, and cultural exchanges have not been interrupted by ethnic and geographical barriers, especially poetry and writing.
As a well-learned person of the Yao clan, Tu Min is familiar with the famous works published by the two clans.
It seems that the "Autumn River Snow Night" in front of me, placed among the essence of those famous works, is also the existence of the whole article.
Because of this, he couldn't cooperate with Feng Jiu to make troubles against his will.
Just when Feng Jiu and Tu Min were looking at each other, Xu Yi had already stopped writing.
What Xu Yi wrote on the paper was exactly that Zhang Ruoxu's lonely essay "Spring River Flower Night Moon" that overwhelmed the entire Tang Dynasty.
Of course, Xu Yi wouldn't be so stupid as to copy the entire text word for word.
Yu Jizi's masterpiece, which he has read through, is also a description of scenery and emotion, blending emotion into scenery, and the styles of the two works are similar.
It's just that one is spring scenery and the other is autumn scenery.
It is worth mentioning that the snowy night in "A Snowy Night on the Autumn River" is not a snowy night, but the place where Yu Jizi wrote the composition, Xueyeyuan.
Otherwise, why would there be an autumn river on a snowy night.
What's more, Xu Yi's current literary quality is already extremely high. Even if he made some changes to "Chun Jiang Hua Ye Yue", it still didn't break the narrative and lyrical structure of the original work at all.
In the eyes of Tu Min and others who saw this work for the first time, this work is simply natural.
"Lord Jiuhuang, it's almost time, you can start writing."
Xu Yi said to Jiuhuang with a smile.
Jiuhuang was stunned, motionless.
If it was possible, he really wanted to yell at Xu Yi, "Are you trying to revive Yujizi, kid? You're too much of a bully!"
At this moment, Jiuhuangman said that Xu Yi was so confused that it was impossible for him to write down his thoughts.
Even if he had conceived the poem, he didn't dare to write it at all.
It's really this damn guy who wrote poems so good it's shameless.
Even if Yu Jizi comes back to life, the original "A Snowy Night on the Autumn River" must be burned.
What is full paper haze, what is every word Zhuba, this article written by the damn thief is just that.
Jiuhuang knew that he had lost, even if he made a fuss, even if Feng Jiu and Tu Min were present, he had a lot of people on his side.
One can do things without conscience, and can say words without conscience, but in the face of such poems, no matter how thick-faced and black-hearted, there is no way to turn black and white.
Because "A Snowy Night on the Autumn River" written by the damned thief must be passed down for generations.
The history is like a rafter, who has the guts to act as a disgusting buffoon in this scene destined to be recorded in the history of poetry.
After being dazed for a long while, Jiuhuang snorted coldly, "In front of such an excellent work, what kind of face does XX have to write, so XX has lost."