Chapter 353

"One hundred breaths is coming soon, the three of you should hurry up and write."

Xia Zimo shouted triumphantly. Seeing Xu Yi looking at him, her handsome eyes turned white and she stared round hatefully. Just now, she was really frightened. She was not worried about paying two hundred thousand gold in compensation, but was afraid that her dream of being a hero would be shattered.

"In the face of such superb poems, Li can only do nothing. Please, both of you."

Li Xiuluo shook his white clothes lightly, rushed to Jiang Nanxun, and Liu Jiubian clasped his fists.

Jiang Nanxun and Liu Jiubian were not fools, and they had no ability to surpass Honghua at present, so they barely wrote one hand, not to mention their fame, and they had to laugh at them generously, and they all abstained from voting.

Second Young Master Zhu and Xiao Fuchen looked at each other again, they both saw the shock in each other's eyes, and even heard the ten thousand mysterious four-hoofed animals in the other's heart, rushing past.

It was Eldest Master Zhu who yelled loudly, and Second Master Zhu came back to his senses, gritted his teeth, and read out the second question: "The End of the World!"

Without waiting for the three of them to move, Xu Yi swung his left palm, and with a thud, Second Master Zhu sat down on the ground. Jiang Nanxun and the other three were also shocked to the extreme.

Lang Hao Fang settled down on the white paper, Xia Zimo was about to make a sound, Duck Shaoguang had already pounced, and shouted, "Don't read it, don't read it, let this young master produce a shocking article, quack..." Flying in the middle of the air, blocking Xia Zimo's sight, quack said, "Withered vines, old trees, dark crows, small bridges and flowing water, old roads, old roads, thin horses, sunset, heartbroken people at the end of the world, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... , there are still rhetoric in the world, woo woo woo... A genius, a real genius, a genius even more genius than this young master is finally born, quack..."

The ducks were flying all over the sky, hissing and howling, but the scene was extremely silent.

Although the duck is annoying, there is one sentence that touched the hearts of everyone, that is, "This rhetoric is in one place, is there any rhetoric in the world?" If the previous poem was full of atmosphere, rhythm, literary talent, and nothing to praise, then this poem combines rhythm, literary talent, and artistic conception to the extreme.

This is not writing poetry, it is clearly painting, with the most refined and simple words, it outlines a profound ink landscape, and the deep thoughts of the end of the world, almost pouring into everyone's heart at the same time.

Plop, Xiao Fushen also fell, the expected victory and the cruel reality formed a strong contrast, the impact made his brain almost explode.

"Magic brush, Your Excellency is a talent in heaven, and Li admires it."

Li Xiuluo clasped his fists and said.

Jiang Nanxun and Liu Jiubian both had gloomy faces, almost dripping water.

The two of them both had aspirations for this poetry meeting, and Liu Jiubian was eager to expand his reputation at this high-level poetry meeting and increase his prestige for the upcoming scientific examination.

Jiang Nanxun's ambition is not in scientific research, but he attaches great importance to his name, especially his literary name. The eight great aristocratic families gave birth to four young masters. Jiang Nanxun believes that he can't lose to anyone in his martial arts journey.

Unexpectedly, after the stage was set up, both of them became decorations, and the background all served as a foil for the boy in black clothes.

"Xu was lucky enough to win two games, and the third game was no match. I don't know if Second Master Zhu thinks so!"

Xu Yi looked at Second Young Master Zhu who looked like he was in mourning, and said with a smile.

"No, absolutely not. We have agreed on three games, so why not only play two games, and after the next game, I must listen to good poems and good words."

Doubi Duck flapped its short wings and flew to Xu Yi, howling hoarsely.

Everyone in the audience seemed to wake up from a dream, and they all spoke out, just like what the duck said, they all had to finish three games.

Good poems are hard to find, and there are many poet lovers in the field. Who would think that there are too many good poems when they meet amazing talents.

Zhu Ergong had no choice but to open the third note, and said weakly, "Ask for love."

Xia Zimo opened her mouth wide in shock. She never expected that the third note was written by herself.

Xu Yi pondered for a moment, then suddenly turned his head to look at Xia Zimo, only to see Xia Zimo staring at him obsessively, feeling touched, and wrote with his pen, "Ask the world, what is love, and it can teach life and death? Flying guests from all over the world, the old wings are cold and hot. Fun, parting is bitter, and there are more idiotic children. You should have something to say, thousands of miles of clouds, thousands of mountains and snow, who does the shadow go to? Chu. Calling back the spirit of Chu, what a sigh, mountain ghosts secretly crying wind and rain. The sky is also jealous, and I don’t believe in it. Yinger swallows are all loess. For thousands of years and ages, I will keep it for the poets, singing wildly and drinking, visiting Yanqiu.”

As soon as this poem came out, the whole place was frozen, and everyone stared at Xu Yi, as if they were staring at ghosts and ghosts.

I don't know how many people want to peel off his head to see what is inside. With such a wealth of thought, Xie Ruoyan, the current poet and Gu Yunzhen, can only retreat and bow their heads.

"Ask the world, what is love, and teach the promise of life and death."

Xia Zimo recited this sentence silently, with a lot of tenderness in his heart, suddenly, thinking about the imminent parting and the indefinite goodbye, sadness came from it, and tears flowed.

"Monster, monster, you must be a monster... Terrible, terrible, too scary, I was so scared to death, how could anyone be smarter than Ben, how could it be, how could it be..."

The duck stared at Xu Yi, fluttering its gorgeous wings in front of his eyes, making a lot of noise, but Xu Yi grabbed it in his hand, "Stop making noise, or you will be stewed."

"Let go of Shaoguang! This is Lao Tzu's stuff!"

Xiao Fuchen jumped forward.

"Who is the thing, who is the thing, bastard surnamed Xiao, go to your uncle."

Ducks croaked wildly.

Xiao Fu held out the ring and was about to hit it, but Xu Yi snatched it away, "What kind of thing is it to bully animals!"

The duck was furious, "Who is an animal, the one in black clothes, I would not dare to..."

At this point, when Xu Yi pinched his neck, the whole world became clean immediately.

"Xu, what the hell do you mean! Dare to do something here!"

Xiao Fu was furious, glared at Li Xiuluo and said, "Brother Xiuluo, didn't you see that this person insulted me so much?"

Xia Zimo finally jumped on the stage, "Xiao, don't change the subject, and Zhu's second son, don't shrink back, you two will not forget the previous bet, right? Hurry up and bring the two hundred thousand gold, and all the heroes in the field are witnesses. As the two of you, you will not renege on your promises."

Xiao Fushen, Zhu Ergong was hit repeatedly and almost collapsed, Xia Zimo made up for this heavy blow again, and the two of them wanted to die.

Two hundred thousand gold is an astronomical figure. These two are completely supported by the family. Excluding the cost of cultivation, it is only a few thousand gold pocket money every year. Although the titles of Lord Hou and Duke are bright, they are empty inside.

Two hundred thousand gold, even if you die, you can't get it out.