Long Jianji is undoubtedly a smart person.
He has an honorable status, he will go out in person, it doesn't matter if he wins, he already has a good reputation, if he loses, he will become a laughing stock.
It is naturally the best idea to let Wen Bin and Fan Xingyun end and watch from the sidelines.
Of course, he didn't want to stay out of the matter completely, and he was sure that this match would most likely be recorded in the annals of history, and it was just right as a proposition.
In addition, Long Jianji's literary literacy is really high. He deeply agrees with Wen Bin and Fan Xingyun's analysis, and almost believes that Xu Yi's literary name was stolen.
But to expose Xu Yi's true face, the key lies in the proposition.
"My lord, I'm confident in making a question, so please don't come up with something out of my wit."
Fan Xingyun cupped his hands.
"Exactly, try to be as cold and remote as possible, so that you can go to the theater then."
Wen Bin stared at Xu Yi and snorted coldly.
Long Jianji waved his hand, "Why is this so? Let's do it this way. This king has an old work. You can imitate it. There are no restrictions on the poems and rhythms, as long as you get the essence of it."
As soon as the voice fell, a blank sheet of paper appeared in the dragon sword and palm, and a series of words fell on it.
But it is a short poem:
Yangchun Yanqu, Lijin boasted.
Weaving sorrow and resentment, the long way to Huaijun.
Farewell to the same heart, full of thoughts.
The fragrance of the green phoenix remains, and the golden screen reveals the dawn.
Falling into a dream is far away, drawing words.
Weep and send echoes, and poems go to Zha.
"Show ugliness, show ugliness!"
Long Jian and clasped his fists and said, "In order not to waste time, let's limit it to half a cup of tea."
The writing was so huge that everyone saw it, but no one applauded it. Long Jianji showed no embarrassment, and looked at Xue Zihan with a smile.
"Miaomiaomiao! It's so wonderful."
Wen Bin clasped his palms together to fold the fan, and said to Fan Xingyun, "I don't know if Brother Fan can see the beauty of this poem."
Fan Xingyun pondered for a moment and said, "The words are clear and wonderful, the artistic conception is meaningful, it is really a good poem..."
He said so in his mouth, but he didn't take it seriously in his heart. In all fairness, this poem is not even a work for the occasion, it is extremely mediocre. Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat, "It's not right, it's very wrong, that's how it is."
Immediately, he bowed deeply to Longjian Ji, "Your Majesty, this poem is superb, and I am willing to bow down to you. I forgive Fan for not being able to write it in half a cup of tea."
"Wen is also willing to bow down."
Wen Bin clasped his fists heavily, "Your Highness has a clever mind, which is rare in the world, and can be called the best in the world."
Wen Bin and Fan Xingyun's literary fame was extremely prosperous, and the two of them sang together, causing an uproar.
However, such a mediocre work cannot deserve such high praise anyway, and there must be monsters when things go wrong.
Finally, someone saw the clue and shouted, "Understood, so that's the case. This poem can be read backwards, from the last word to the back, and it is also a poem."
"What!"
"This is impossible!"
"sky!"
"..."
"really!"
"Sure enough!"
"Fourteen years of madness, King Yongdong lived up to his madness"
"..."
There were exclamations and screams one after another.
It is really a poem among the demon clan, no one has ever made a poem like this.
This poem by Long Jianji can be read forward or backward, it is really ingenious.
In the midst of the chatter, Wen Bin and Fan Xingyun looked at each other, and they both saw regret in each other's eyes.
With the talents of the two of them, as long as there is enough time, such a poem should not be a problem.
However, Long Jianji took the lead and became famous.
But that's good too, such an ingenious proposition will stump me, and the surname Xu will lose.
At that moment, Wen Bin said loudly, "Everyone, be quiet. Brother Fan and I both thought that we would not be able to compose such an upside-down poem in half a cup of tea, but I haven't given up yet when I ask my lover. Be quiet, everyone, don't be alarmed." In order to ask my lover's poetic spirit, lest he loses time, he can't make poems and blames you."
Long Jianji smiled and said, "Based on my lover's poetic talent, I should not be troubled by my mysteries."
"If you can't do it even if you ask your lover, wouldn't it be considered a tie? Haha, you must know that our lover used to write poems, no matter what the subject matter, but he waved his hand and every word seemed to be shining. I won't be stumped, otherwise, we will have to wonder, and ask the lover's so-called talent, whether it is a talent or a loan, haha... "
Wen Bin laughed out loud, as if he had won a complete victory in this competition.
Unexpectedly, before he could stop laughing, a blank sheet of paper appeared in Xu Yi's palm, and in an instant, a row of words fell on it, but he wrote: Falling snow, flying fragrant trees, red rain and light clouds.
The thin moon is full of fragrance and mist, and the flowing wind dances with colorful flowers.
As soon as the poem appeared, someone immediately read it backwards: "Flowers are dancing and dancing, the mist is fragrant and the moon is thin. The clouds are light and the rain is red, and the trees are fragrant and the snow is falling."
boom!
"You can really read it upside down, it takes half a cup of tea!"
"No, it's only a few tens of breaths, and this upside-down poem can be created in a few tens of breaths. It's simply a ghost of poetry."
"If you don't break it, you break it, if you don't break it, a rumor is a rumor."
"Now let's see who dares to say that the lover is deceiving the world and stealing his name. This upside-down poem was only published today. Who should copy it?"
"..."
Wen Bin and Fan Xingyun's faces were ashen, and their hearts were boiled.
Especially Fan Xingyun, he really analyzed Xu Yi's poems word by word, and proved from a microscopic point of view that those poems could never have been written by one person.
But now Xu Yi wrote an upside-down poem in an instant, completely subverting his deep-rooted logical thinking.
After all, poetry can be copied, but how to copy poetry is reversed.
If it weren't for Long Jianji, even he wouldn't know that there are people in the world who play with poetry like this.
Of course, even when he broke his head, he didn't expect that there was a complete civilization standing behind Xu Yi.
Poems and articles have multiplied to an unimaginable height. In that splendid civilization, in the thousands of years of literary history, what strange things have not happened? What exquisite genius has never been born
The uproar in the audience did not know how long it lasted, and finally it gradually subsided.
Long Jianji clasped his fists at Xu Yi and said, "Wen Qinglang is really extraordinary, but this poem is imitated in a very hasty way, it is not a good work, and it seems to be inconsistent with Wen Bin and Fan Xingyun's previous talents. Although it is better than Wen Bin and Fan Xingyun, it is still Not worthy of my two hearts."
Long Jianji dared to bet with his two minds, but he never expected Xu Yi to win.
Because of his upside-down poems, it is impossible to reproduce them in just half a cup of tea time. As long as Xu Yi can't do it, no matter whether he competes with Wen Bin or Fan Xingyun, the winner will be indistinguishable.
If you ask your lover's name, you will be self-defeating.
But now, Xu Yi actually made it within half a cup of tea. What's more troublesome is that Fan Xingyun and Wen Bin were cowardly when they came up, so the situation became embarrassing.
But no matter what, he really didn't want to give Xu Yi his two-hearted knowledge, but in full view, he couldn't take it back directly, he always had to say something on the spot.
"In a hurry, the quality is indeed not high."
Xu Yi smiled slightly, and Long Jianji was overjoyed, and continued, "It's already extraordinary, it's already extraordinary, it took Long Mou an hour to write this article."
In fact, he didn't know how many days and nights he had to hold back before he managed to come up with such an article.
Unexpectedly, Xu Yi's next words completely dumbfounded him.