Dao fellow initiates

This Xiaoling is very short, with only five sentences and 28 characters in total, and there is no autumn character in the whole song, but it depicts a bleak and moving picture of the sunset in the autumn suburbs, and accurately conveys the traveler's miserable state of mind.

Yang Mu still remembers that this song Tianjingsha Qiusi is called the ancestor of Qiusi. The tune, almost no one who has read the book in the previous life can recite it.

This silence lasted for nearly a stick of incense. Everyone was shocked by the scene depicted in this autumn poem, and could not recover for a long time. The artistic conception had already substituted them into the role of travelers.

Finally, following a burst of applause on the second floor, the entire Mingyue Pavilion resounded with overwhelming applause.

Even the fish in the water were startled by the thunderous applause and jumped out of the water again and again.

At this moment, even Zhou Mi couldn't sit still, and directly threw a brocade bag into Yang Mu's hands, and then a maid said loudly: "His Highness the Third Prince rewarded Mr. Liu with a hundred pieces of red-rank profound crystals."

His tone was full of envy.

Everyone present saw that Yang Mu was also a martial artist, so it was not a waste to give him this mysterious crystal, besides, one mysterious crystal was worth ten taels of gold, and the red-rank mysterious crystal was worth a hundred taels of gold.

In this way, ten thousand taels of gold was directly given out, so generous that even disciples from rich families like Bai Xiu were very envious.

With Zhou Mi at the beginning, the other princes were not to be outdone, and offered rewards.

"The Second Highness rewarded Mr. Liu with 150 red-ranked Xuanjing."

"His Royal Highness the Eldest Princess rewarded Young Master Liu with two hundred red-ranked profound crystals."

"His Royal Highness the Sixth Prince rewarded Young Master Liu with three hundred red-rank profound crystals."

……

Zhou Ce looked at Zhou Xun who was on the side and asked, "Fourth brother, do we want to have a moment?"

Zhou Xun couldn't help laughing and said, "I don't have so much money, so I won't show it to others. If you like it, you can tip some money yourself."

Zhou Ce frowned, and said displeasedly, "I don't have many Xuanjing, and I am reluctant to use it myself, let alone give it away."

Yang Mu at the bottom saw brocade bags flying in and took them one after another. He suddenly felt as if he was broadcasting a live broadcast. This kind of reward was really not too big. At this moment, he just wanted to shout out in his heart: Please watch the judges Let's brush up the gifts of the elders more violently!
No matter how you say it is a lot of cultivation resources, take it back and distribute it to Youwei, in his realm, he just needs this level of Xuanjing.

This trip is totally worthwhile!
Faced with this generous reward, Yang Mu naturally thanked them one by one.

For the competition of several people, he is completely worried, and only hates that Zhou Mi gives too little, otherwise it will multiply later, and he will only get more.

He glanced at Bai Xiu provocatively, the latter's face was ashen, wishing to open his mouth to eat Yang Mu, he was jealous and envious.

Although he was not in a hurry to take a position, he still wanted such a big show.

"Damn it, without this Liu Jinyuan, today's glory should belong to me!"

Bai Xiu secretly hated him.

The sixth prince, Zhou Min, laughed loudly: "Ms. Meng'er, please hurry up for the third question, I can't wait!"

Meng'er smiled, and after saluting generously, she stepped forward gracefully.A maid came onto the stage carrying the third brocade box.

Opening the brocade box, there is a month of characters written on the gold paper, and there is still no limit to poems.

There was no need for Meng'er to open his mouth, Zhou Min started talking on his own: "It's a good season, and I invite you to enjoy the moon. This third question was written by this king. It is named after the moon. Let's see which talented person can be more skilled." .”

Even though he said so, his gaze never left Yang Mu's body.

Seeing this, Bai Xiu hated Yang Mu even more.

All talented people in the world don't want to join King Jing's command. After all, this is an iron rice bowl. Whoever eats too much will fight with the other princes and die together, wouldn't it be good?

If he could choose, he also wanted to be favored by King Jing.

Seeing Yang Mu pondering for a while, he looked at Bai Xiu as if he had an answer.

"Let's invite Mr. Bai first!"

What do you want first?
You don't think I can make poems in less than a breath, do you?
It's not difficult to write poems named after the moon, but the advantage is that there are too many poems of this type. If you don't think about it carefully, it is very easy to overlap with the poems of the predecessors. Painting a tiger is not an anti-dog visual sense, but only provokes ridicule.

So this kind of poem needs to spend time looking at thoughts, at least not just opening his mouth, but what does the other party mean by this, is it possible that he has already formed a poem in his heart?
Impossible, no one will make a poem so quickly, and it is such a thought-provoking poem.

"You...you don't want to be bluffing. Poems with the theme of the moon are the most thought-provoking. You are just saying it yourself. Do you think everyone here is a fool?"

Bai Xiu was furious.

Yang Mu sneered, "Young Master Bai is so powerful!"

"If you don't believe it, then it means that the people in the world are no good. Even grandstanding has to have a limit!"

"Do you dare to say that I'm grandstanding? You...you are so brave, do you know who I am?" Bai Xiu was also impatient, and blurted out his family background, trying to use his power to overwhelm others.

Hearing this, everyone showed a trace of contempt in their hearts, what's the matter, they started fighting for their father?

Yang Mu also found it funny, shook his head and said, "I don't care who you are, if you want to find your father, go home and look for it!"

Hearing this, everyone who was already extremely despised immediately burst out laughing.

"Hahaha, what Liu Jinyuan said is really interesting."

The Seventh Prince Zhou Ce clapped his hands brazenly and laughed.

Even Yun Shu couldn't help smiling.

Bai Xiu couldn't help but blush when he heard the overwhelming ridicule. Even though he had a deep family background, it was a bit eye-catching when he was put on the stage at the moment. Those who are afraid are naturally afraid, and there are also people who are not afraid, but everyone also Yun, can he still ask his father to take revenge on everyone?
"you……"

He stared at Yang Mu fiercely, but couldn't say a word.

Yang Mu waved his hand and said, "Young Master Bai, don't waste everyone's time. Instead of arguing with me, it's better to write a masterpiece to slap me in the face. Of course, you are used to attracting jade. You are very skilled in thinking about it again now. "

Hearing these almost derogatory words, Bai Xiu was so angry that his face turned purple, and roared angrily: "I don't believe you are writing poems now, you are clearly hurting me on purpose."

Yang Mu raised his eyebrows slightly, and said in surprise, "How can you see Mr. Bai!"

Bai Xiu: "You have been targeting me since you appeared!"

"Young Master Bai is too self-aggrandizing. Liu respects his highnesses and princesses from the bottom of his heart, but as I said before, no one present here can surpass my subordinates in terms of literary talents, and this does not mean targeting anyone. "

Yang Mu explained with a smile.

But in my heart, I was madly dissing the second generation of officials. Originally, I only wanted to avenge Liu Qing's grievances.

"Impossible, you must be targeting me. If you have the ability, you will read the poems you made."

Bai Xiu expected that the other party would not be able to write poems, so he insisted on embarrassing him, so he insisted on this point.

Yang Mu smiled without saying a word, just staring at him like a clown.

"You... Look at what I do. If you really have the ability to read it out loud, whether it is good or bad, how can you be partial to so many talented people present?"

Bai Xiu thought to himself, I can't think of it now, but I want to embarrass you first.

"No, no, Mr. Bai must be the first, otherwise I don't need to write this poem!" Yang Mu shook his head, the meaning of this target couldn't be more obvious.

"you……"

Bai Xiu was out of breath, but he still said: "If you are so messing around, then I will take it as your intentional provocation, deliberately playing tricks on everyone, and this article will simply become your words!"

Everyone can also see at this moment that Liu Jinyuan is completely targeting Bai Xiu, but they don't know what kind of enmity they have, so they should lose their face in public like this.

Yang Mu's expression was as calm as still water, and he didn't feel any fluctuations due to Bai Xiu's words, but when things got to this point, he also needed to stand up and explain, otherwise he might not be able to continue humiliating the other party.

"Even if you want to humiliate yourself, I can't stop it, but in order not to dampen Mr. Bai's creative enthusiasm, please allow me to show you off."

Everyone heard about it and didn't know what he was going to do.

"Miss Meng'er, I wonder if I have a pen and ink?"

Meng'er smiled slightly and said: "Mingyue Tower will have no pen and ink, Mr. Liu, wait a moment, and Meng'er will fetch it for you in person."

After a while, Meng'er fetched pens and ink from under the stage, and it happened that there was a desk above the stage, which was probably laid out for the next link, and Yang Mu happened to borrow it.

After everything was ready, Meng'er asked Ying to say: "Meng'er is willing to study ink for Mr. Liu."

"Lady Lao Menger is here!"

Yang Mu thanked her, and Meng'er was delighted to hear it, and concentrated on studying ink for him, but her eyes turned away from time to time, and she was also very curious about what he was going to write.

After Yang Mu took a deep breath, he began to write with ink on the white paper. His handwriting was not excellent, but it was well-organized and could catch the eye.

But seeing that his pen was like a snake, he was writing quickly, and he wrote a full page in a short while. Meng'er just glanced at it secretly, and was so attracted by the previous paragraph that he couldn't take his eyes away. forget.

Fortunately, she worked hard enough before, and this ink can still write a few more sheets.

Yang Mu did not stop writing after finishing one piece, and wrote three more in a row. When he wrote the fifth piece, he felt blessed, and an indescribable emotion came to his heart. Even he himself was infected by this poem. I can't help but reveal my true feelings. If I write with the help of a god, my own emotions are already included in the strokes of the ink. Regardless of the poem itself, this copybook alone is a good work.

After finishing the last word, he couldn't help but shed a tear, but when he bent down, no one else noticed.

"Ms. Meng'er, please give these to your highnesses to taste!"

Yang Ling suddenly lost interest, and his tone was a little sad.

Meng'er's heart ached when she heard it...

She responded, and put the last one written by Yang Mu on the top, and then walked towards the eldest princess's box.