Facing Jiu Huang's gaze, Xu Yi said, "Since you are rushing to lose, Xu has nothing to say, so you can come up with a question, Hu."
In Jiuhuang's eyes, his composure was naturally interpreted as stubbornness.
Jiuhuang stared at him playfully, and said with a smile, "Then let Mr. Hu come up with a question. Someone suggested that Mr. Hu should come from as far as possible, so that some people would not be prepared for it."
Hu Chunyou waved his hands playfully, "If you are born out of the way, you can't help but bully him, so I still use "A Snowy Night on the Autumn River" as the title. The two of you can write a composition, and there are no restrictions on poems and songs."
As soon as Hu Chunyou finished speaking, the audience fell silent.
Jiuhuang's mouth, which was about to speak, was opened, but no sound came out. Even if he broke his head, he never expected that Hu Chunyou would ask such a question.
Long Jingxiu's pretty face turned frosty, and he said with a sneer, "It's not good for a dignified Ci master to pick up the wisdom of others like this."
He didn't know how Xu Yi wrote "A Snowy Night on the Autumn River", but he knew that no matter whether Xu Yi wrote it himself or plagiarized it, it would definitely be too difficult to do it again with the same title.
"Lord Long's words are wrong. I feel that Mr. Hu's level of writing the question is really high. Isn't this Xu Yaoling boasting about his talent? If he can make me wait for another "Autumn River" "Snowy Night", we really have nothing to say. Similarly, no one will doubt that the author of the previous "Autumn River Snowy Night" is someone else."
Tu Min said with a smile.
When he said this, Feng Jiu and Jiu Huang immediately recalled and agreed with each other.
Lang Suxin, Ji Mengliang and Niu Bodang also agreed.
Obviously, Hu Chunyou's question was aimed at Xu Yi.
The reason is very simple. The previous poem "A Snowy Night on the Autumn River" may have been prepared in advance by Xu Yi and Long Jingxiu in collusion.
However, no matter how colluded Xu Yi and Long Jingxiu were, they would never have expected that the title of "A Snowy Night on the Autumn River" would be used for the second time.
"Why, Xu Yaoling, you won't have any problems, will you?"
Jiuhuang smiled like a flower in embarrassment.
"No problem at all."
When Xu Yi was speaking, a piece of white paper spread out in the air again, and in an instant, twenty or thirty characters appeared on the paper.
"When will the spring flowers and autumn moon come,
How much do you know about the past.
The snow field was windy again last night,
My hometown is unbearable to look back at Yuemingzhong.
The carved railings and jade brickwork should still be there,
It's just Zhu Yangai,
I ask you how much you can worry,
Just like a river of autumn water flowing eastward. "
As I read it softly, unconsciously, my eyes were blurred by tears.
Feng Jiu, Jiu Huang, and Tu Min all looked pale.
Lang Suxin's eyes were full of desolation, "The nostalgia is so far, it can be done away with."
Ji Mengliang said sadly, "Thousands of miles of sad autumn, from He Ru's eyes, full of paper haze, gathered into a river of sorrow, rolling eastward, endlessly"
Niu Bodang stared at the spread hands, and said, "Niu Bacha, Niu Bacha, in front of such geniuses, what a joke."
Hu Chunyou sighed for a long time, "If it weren't for the talent bestowed by heaven, how could it explain everything in front of us? Starting today, Hu's identity as a poet can be given over to a virtuous person."
"No, no, it's absolutely impossible. How can anyone in the world have such a talent? It must have been prepared early."
Jiuhuang cried out in panic.
Jiuhuang's shouting was completely subconscious, he knew very well that even if Yu Jizi was reborn, Xu Yi would not be refuted.
Even though he still didn't believe that Xu Yi wrote those two works, he could no longer disprove them.
The reaction of Hu Chunyou and the others in front of him explained everything.
"Jiuhuang has entered the game too deeply, and his mind is already in a mess. Left and right, I still don't invite him down."
Feng Jiu ordered loudly.
Immediately, two figures flashed out, took Jiu Huang with them, and retreated in a hurry.
Everyone in the arena could see Feng Jiu's thoughts clearly.
Obviously, the conflict between the two sides will not disappear because of this sudden poetry battle, and the subsequent collisions will only become more intense.
The failed Jiuhuang naturally became the shortcoming of Fengjiu's side. Before the poetry war, Jiuhuang's tone was too loud, and the promises he made would turn into swords in Xu Yi's hands at any time.
Just when Jiuhuang loses his composure, Feng Jiu has an idea, and Jiuhuang cooperates with the situation, which is the best strategy.
Xu Yi smiled slightly, "Young Master Fengjiu, why do you have to be so lowly? Tell me, the bet between me and Master Jiuhuang is void, so what's the problem?"
Jiuhuang's promise was just Xu Yi's backhand to deal with Tu Min.
This kind of backhand is only necessary to play a role when Hu Chunyou and other four celebrities cannot be present.
Now that Hu Chunyou and others are present, his goal of expanding his reputation has been fully achieved.
Jiuhuang's promise was no longer important to him.
At this moment, Xu Yi could not be easily crushed by Tu Min by relying on the so-called authority of the palace master.
Feng Jiu said, "Since you have such pride, the previous bet between you and Jiu Huang is void."
After several confrontations, Feng Jiu suffered a lot. She had already regarded Xu Yi as a scheming opponent, so she couldn't pretend to be arrogant.
Tu Min sighed, and said, "I really didn't expect you to have such a talent for poetry. My Wuwei Mansion was lucky enough to produce a genius like you. How can a mere demon order be worthy of your status? I immediately promoted you to be a master." Master, in the Wuwei Demon Mansion, you can choose the domain at will. If you hadn’t just obtained the official status of the Demon Order, this mansion would not be too high, how can a mere Cave Master match your genius, and the future will be long and the future will be long.”
Tu Min's face was full of regret, as if he had really repented.
Xu Yi clenched his fists at Tu Min, and said with a smile, "My lord's kindness, Xu appreciates it. It's just that Xu is very interested in poetry and prose, and wants to join the Sanshe, so I hope the mansion master will agree."
How shrewd Xu Yi was, he didn't know what Tu Min was planning.
The Master Tu's show of favor and weakness is just for the sake of the future.
If he, Xu, was really blind, believed in Tu Min's overtures, and agreed, then he would have completely entered the system of the Wuwei Demon Mansion, and would naturally fall into Tu Min's grasp.
At that time, it will be called every day, and the earth will not work.
As soon as Xu Yi's words fell, Tu Min's face sank immediately, "Why, do you think my Wuwei Yaofu temple is too small to accommodate a big Buddha like you? Wouldn't it make people feel cold to forget their roots like this? How can you be worthy of entering with such a character?"
The plan to slow down the army was seen through, and Tu Min immediately tore off the veil of warmth.
He absolutely couldn't tolerate Xu Yi joining the Sanshe.
It turns out that in the East China Sea Demon Realm, in addition to the leadership, mansion, cave and other levels and authority structures, there are also some groups and alliances that have been passed down from ancient times.
These groups and alliances have a long history, and their forces are intertwined. No one dares to underestimate the power they gather.
And among these groups and alliances, the titles of scattered clubs are enough to be included in the top three.
The so-called Sanshe is an alliance formed by cultural stars in the demon domain, and there are many powerful demons among them.