Fantasy: I can pick up attributes and become stronger

After hearing the words, several people looked at the stage outside the window. Liu Yiyi asked someone to deliver a drawing board covered with a red cloth. With Liu Yiyi's jade hand, the red cloth was torn off by her, and a "bamboo painting" appeared on it. "Character.

The topic this time is to make a poem in the name of bamboo.

The time is the time for a stick of incense. If you fail to write a poem within this time, or fail to make a poem, you can only be eliminated.

The literati and aristocrats in the audience were all thinking hard after seeing the topic.

Then, a man in a well-dressed man thought of something, stepped forward confidently, opened the folding fan, took a step, and said: "The spring breeze suddenly startled the rain, and the bamboo forest fell at night. If you want to make the sound of the whistle, I regret that I have no confidant."

When this poem was spoken, everyone clapped their hands and praised it, and the elders on the stage were also very satisfied.

Liu Yiyi smiled and said, "Young Master, please go upstairs." Immediately, a maid brought him upstairs.

With the success of the first man, more than a dozen people began to compose poems, but the poems they made were not satisfactory.

Only one person barely passed and was invited to the attic.

Afterwards, another person stepped forward. This person stared at Liu Yiyi, his eyes brightened, and he said, "Yes!" Then, this person pretended to be a literati, and said, "Bamboo is so beautiful. But not as good as Liu Yiyi, Miss Yiyi is so beautiful, no bamboo can compare."

When everyone heard this, they immediately burst out laughing. This damn is not a poem, she is clearly here to express her love.

Liu Yiyi on the stage covered her mouth with a small smile, and said: "Thank you Mr. Zhao for your poem, Yiyi accepts it with all my heart, but I'm afraid this poem will not let you advance."

The person known as Mr. Zhao didn't care, he looked at Liu Yiyi full of admiration, and said, "Hey, I can't write poems right, I'm here for you this time, as long as I can see you, Mr. Just be happy."

After speaking, Mr. Zhao stepped off the stage very consciously, and sat down in the distance to watch others compose poems.

Afterwards, some people began to recite poems and compose poems, but most of them were unsatisfactory and did not satisfy the elders.

"Hahahahaha, there are only so many talents in Luoxian City, and only one person advanced."

At this moment, a loud laugh sounded, and four gifted scholars and beauties appeared, looking at everyone present with sarcasm.

The people present were naturally not happy. They were all the most gifted and beautiful women in Luoxian City. How could they be happy to be insulted like this.

"Who are you?" the crowd asked.

A few of them thought highly of themselves, with a haughty look, they said mercilessly: "Only you people are not qualified to know our names yet."

"What an arrogant boy!" Everyone hated each other.

"You guys can't even compose a decent poem, so what qualifications do you have to know my name? We came here from Taixia City specially this time just to see what talents and beauties there are in Luoxian City, but if you don't look, you won't know. Only by looking at it can I know that there are no talented scholars and beautiful women in Luoxian City, they are all a bunch of wine bags and rice bags."

The four talents of Taixia City mercilessly attacked the talents and beauties of Luoxian City who were present, their appearance was very arrogant, and they did not take everyone present in their eyes at all.

This immediately made the talented scholars in Luoxian City angry: "Since you are so arrogant, I don't know what kind of poems you can write?"

"Isn't it just a bamboo poem? We'll come here as soon as we open our mouths, but what if you are not as good as us?" The talents in Taixia City were stubborn, as if they were determined to embarrass the talents in Luoxian City.

When everyone heard this, how could they bear the other party's arrogance and asked, "What do you want?"

"It's very simple, as long as none of you can write better poems than us, we just need you to bark three times like a dog." The talents of Taixia City said confidently.

When everyone heard this, they were very angry. This is an insult. For scholars like them, learning how to bark like a dog is definitely a matter of trampling on their dignity.

"What if you lose?" Everyone looked at each other.

"Whoever loses will bark like a dog." Several talents in Taixia City said confidently.

"Comparison! Who is afraid of who!"

Everyone quickly agreed that many of them hadn't started to play yet, and the opponents thought they were sure to win, which was really a joke.

Seeing such a scene, Zhou Yuyao on the stage seemed to have discovered some acquaintances, looked at those people, and shouted in surprise: "They are the four great talents of Taixia City."

"Four Great Talents?" Xuan Ning was very surprised, looked at the four troublemakers, and asked, "Do you know them?"

Zhou Yuyao seemed to think of something, and replied: "Last year, I participated in the [-]-year Literary Celebration in Taixia City, and I was lucky enough to meet them once, but there were only three people at that time, and their literary talents were still very good. The person who took the lead should be Tang Yan is the head of the four great talents."

When Xia Chan heard this, she quickly said: "Miss, you are too modest. Last year, you beat all the talented scholars and beautiful women in Taixia City. It can be said that you let those people know what it means to be superior to others, and those few people are even more favored by you." Beat on the spot."

Zhou Yuyao thought for a while and said, "I'm afraid these four people are here for me this time. That Tang Yan didn't show up last time, so I won by luck. If that Tang Yan was there at that time, I'm afraid I'm not the opponent either." .”

"Miss, we have confidence in you. Even Tang Yan is definitely no match for Miss in terms of literary talent." Xia Chan and Dong Xue believed in Zhou Yuyao very much.

But Zhou Yuyao shook her head and replied, "That's not necessarily the case, that Tang Yan is very powerful."

A talented scholar from Luoxian City stood up first and said: "I am not talented, so I will write a poem first."

"Okay." The talented man in Taixia City didn't care.

"New rain falls on the autumn pond, and bamboo leaves are flying all over the sky."

"When a fish jumps to the dragon's gate, it can be sighed into the pot."

This poem is a bit ironic. It compares the three of them to the fish in the pond. They try to jump into the dragon's gate, but they end up being eaten by the pot.

The people in Taixia City gave each other a look of contempt, and then mocked: "That's it?"

Although this person's literary talent is not very good, but at least he rejected several people in Taixia City with a poem, which made the people present quite happy.

"It's your turn." The genius from Luoxian City looked at each other.

"Wen Zheng, come on." The man looked at one of them.

The man named Wen Zheng looked at the people in Luoxian City contemptuously and said: "Pull it up as a bamboo, green and cold in the old age. The chastity of the heart is rewarded, and the sheath is small and unfinished."

As soon as this poem was opened, everyone fell into deep thought. Whether it was artistic conception or other things, it was much better than the person in Luoxian City, and the talented person in Luoxian City suddenly looked ugly.

The talented scholars in Luoxian City look at me and I look at you, they are all thinking hard about better lines to reply to each other.

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