The awkward atmosphere slowly faded away. Mr. Yun coughed and said slowly: "It's neat, but the words are too frivolous..."
"Scumbag!" A beautiful young lady yelled at the stage.
Another girl also yelled: "I left you today and will find you tomorrow, what a heartless person!"
"No, no, this is just poetry, don't take it seriously!" Fan Jian panicked.
"Although it was a bit frivolous, it is still quite satisfactory after all. Now let's ask Mr. Li to write a poem." Feng Qinggu said. He was also very helpless towards his disciple. Although he was somewhat talented and learned, he usually liked the Land of Wind and Moon. The smell of smoke.
But the poem is also catchy and not too bad.
"Seven emotions and six desires." Li Yuguo took a deep breath. He thought of Yun Xianchen, Lu Qiling, and Situ Wuyou.
With a sad look on his face, he slowly opened his mouth.
“Three years of pain, five years of coldness, seven years of itch and ten years of pain.
Searching and searching for the deserted hills, the real ones and the fake ones lie at the top of the city.
When the fantasy dream comes, I wish to grow old. When I wake up from the dream, I will be cut half way through the night.
The spring scenery in the garden is gone, and there is only an old man at the stern of the withered boat. "
When this poem was spoken, there was silence again in private, and many people were immersed in Li Huguo's artistic conception.
Three years of pain, five years of coldness, seven years of itch, and ten years of hurt. How many ups and downs do a pair of lovers have to go through before they finally get together? If they are not careful, they will fall into the abyss and never be able to do it again. Throw away the past days and you will never be able to win back your lover's heart.
Many people who were emotionally cleansing were infected by this poem and made low sobs.
"Okay!" Mr. Mu nodded with satisfaction. He stood up and said, "Hugo, how did you understand this poem?"
"How?" Li Yuguo realized that he had let something slip, because the experience in this poem was not something that a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy could comprehend. It must be known that Li Huguo was still an unemotional boy here, so how could he How about three years of pain, five years of coldness, seven years of itch, and ten years of pain
Li Huguo clasped his fists and said, "Recently, students are watching 'Da Jin Fengyun Lu'. In it, Li Bolong and Nalan Meng were obviously a match made in heaven, but they had to separate in the end. They were obviously in love, but they had to separate for various reasons. Difference... When you read it deeply, you will feel something in your heart, that’s all!”
"Dajin Fengyunlu?" Fan Sha in the crowd narrowed his eyes, "It's Dajin Fengyunlu again."
"Could it be that this person is related to Dajin Fengyunlu?" said the spy next to him.
Fan Sha smiled and raised his head to look at Li Yuguo: "That's not true. This guy is just a little smart. To write such an earth-shattering article as "Dajin Fengyun Lu", he is still a bit young. "Dajin Fengyun" To record such a strange book, one must at least be as qualified as a teacher from one of the four major bookstores. Does he understand politics? Does he understand politics? He is just a kid, and besides, there are not a few people who have read the Records of Dajin Fengyun. Basically, all the literati have read it, and I have also read it. Could it be that I am also the author of this book?"
"Lord Oshi's inference is really impeccable, but now it seems that Oshi's brother may be..."
"It's okay, let's read it first." Fan Sha said. The fighting poems in the hall at this time were really exciting. Although Fan Sha was a martial artist and didn't know anything about it, he was still quite happy to watch the gestures between literati.
Mr. Yun did not announce the results immediately, but continued: "The first round of the three rounds of competition has been completed. Now the second round. The second round of five-character poems, a total of twenty words, is required to write about a person who is full of knowledge but cannot The helplessness of being reused.”
"This question...isn't it too difficult?" Mr. Lin next to him said, "Brother Yun, how about using landscape as the question?"
"Both Mr. Fan and Mr. Li are talented men. The poems they just wrote are of different origins. Now it must be more difficult to bring out a person's true level." Mr. Yun said while holding his breath, but his eyesight , always fell on Li Huguo.
"I'll do this first." Li Huguo stepped forward and said.
"Hmph, I want to see what kind of poetry you can say." Fan Jian sneered.
Li Yuguo thought for a moment, then spoke:
"Flying thousands of miles,
Looking across the clouds at the high mountains,
But he makes saddles for oxen and horses,
There is only one person who can carry a pot. "
As Li Huguo spoke, he glanced around. Mr. Yun took a deep breath, his eyes as round as copper plates, and his hands trembled slightly.
"The ambition of Dapeng is for the world, and those who work cattle have no choice but to live well... Comparing the Dapeng with the horseman, and contrasting the lofty ideals with the helpless reality, such a poem is indeed shocking and makes people sigh. Tongue." Mr. Yun said.
The corners of Mr. Mu's mouth had already reached his cheeks. If it weren't for his ears, he would have grinned to the back of his head. He laughed and said, "When you have trouble, you just sigh about some messy things to make all the brothers laugh. ”
"The villain succeeds." Mr. Feng snorted.
Mr. Mu glanced at him: "Mr. Feng, since my student has already mentioned the poem, what about you?"
"Fan Jian, don't let me down this time!" Feng Qinggu said to Fan Jian.
Fan Jian cupped his fists, coughed, and swept around with his folding fan: "Listen carefully, everyone, this poem of mine is unprecedented and unprecedented. If I sing it today, it will definitely be passed down through the ages, and you will become Witness to this poem!”
As soon as these words came out, the people around him also started to look forward to it.
I saw Fan Jian shaking his head and saying:
"Don't be afraid of not knowing the goods,
I’m just afraid of comparison shopping!
If you still have doubts,
But there’s no good stuff! "
"Pfft!" Mr. Feng just took a sip of tea and immediately spit it out. He was so angry that he stood up and pointed at Fan Jian angrily: 'What a mess! '
"Teacher, my poems rhyme extremely well. Besides, I have talents. Isn't that just a comparison of goods?" Fan Jian said.
Mr. Yun raised his hand, holding back his laughter and said, "Mr. Feng, don't worry. In fact, according to the wording, this poem is not out of body, and it fits the title. It's just a limerick."
"Haha..." Everyone in the Mu Family Academy also laughed.
Bailong coughed and said, "Constrain it!"
Everyone then covered their mouths to hold back their laughter.
Li Huguo clasped his fists and said, "Since it's three times, why not ask Mr. Yun to assign the third question?"
"Okay!" Mr. Yun stood up, took two steps and said, "Recently, in our Jiuxiao City, a strange book written by Da Jin Fengyun was published, and the two of you can understand this book and write poems. One song! I will announce the result immediately after that!"