Da Cang night watchman

Chapter 90 Wen Zhan Piaoxiang Building ([-])
"The second sentence: The Zhou family jumped out and worked for the tiger. In the place where Qin Fangweng's tentacles could not be extended, he willingly became a dog working for the Qin family, threatening the residents in the city and not giving us help. There is only one who is not afraid of power. A strong and conscientious businessman took us in at the expense of the world, but he was targeted by the Zhou family on the same day and poached all his workers. This incident also touched my bottom line."

Zhou Liangcheng's face was full of black lines, and the anger in his chest was wave after wave. He wanted to refute, but Qin Muzhi shook his head lightly at him, motioning to bear it first.

Don’t worry about minor details if you want to do big things. If the other party comes up with some hard evidence once this topic unfolds, public opinion will explode. Let you say it to your heart’s content. When the time comes, it’s best for us to strike a fatal blow.

Lin Su raised his fingers: "The third sentence, I am different from you bastards who hide their heads and show their tails. I don't do dirty behind-the-scenes articles. If you don't like it, I will do it!...Now I am telling everyone that I am willing to share with Qin Muzhi Those who are tied together with Zhou Liangcheng and Zhou Liangcheng, I regard them as opponents in Wen Zhan, and those who are unwilling to join forces with the two have a chance to step down now!"

On the high platform, everyone sneered slightly, but no one got up.

Lin Su said: "Since everyone has chosen a path to go to Hei, well, the literary war can start now!"

Qin Muzhi smiled and said, "Your Excellency has been talking nonsense for so long, and we didn't bother to pay attention to it. It's just because we don't want to distract from today's topic... Now that Your Excellency has finished speaking, let's start, Wen Zhan, how to fight?"

"Use the simplest, most direct, and most irrefutable way!" Lin Su said: "Poetry! I am against you all! If any of you can surpass me in poetry, you will win! None of you can reach the level of my poetry." Level, I win!"

"Anyone?" The four words fluttered gently, like autumn leaves falling. Although it was light, the sound was pleasant to the ear, and it was extremely comfortable.

Lin Su's eyes passed through the crowd and landed on the face of the monk in white...

"Yes! Anyone, including Your Excellency!"

All the onlookers were excited.

Qiu Zixiu!

It's him!

He's on his way!

The person who wrote colorful poems when he was young, after seven years of precipitation in Buddhism, is on the high platform today, facing a generation of poet demons who have just risen and become famous all over the world.

Two rare talents in the poetry world, like two meteors colliding together, no matter what, it is a good story for a generation.

"What's the topic?" Qiu Zixiu asked calmly.

"I leave this power to you! You choose the topic!"

With a bang, everything below exploded at once.

One person played against 11 people, including Four Heroes, four Jieyuan, one poetry prodigy, and two Quzhou Top Ten Talents. They even let the other party choose the topic.

Literary warfare, in fact, it is not important to compare poems, words, characters, prose, and classics and historical interpretations. What is important is the topic selection.

why?
The topic selection side is too cheap.

If a person is very familiar with a certain object, if a person has a line of poetry that draws the finishing touch for many years, if a person just memorizes a peerless poem that has never been handed down to the world, how can he choose the corresponding title? Isn't it just sending points?

Therefore, in a literary war under normal circumstances, the questioner must be someone who has absolutely nothing to do with both sides.

Only in this way can fairness be guaranteed to the greatest extent.

If the imperial examination questions are leaked in advance, the entire exam will be voided. The essay questions are chosen by the opponent, which is more deadly than the imperial exam leaking questions.

But today, Lin Su gave the most important option to the other party.

Moreover, he agreed that if one of the 11 people beats him, all 11 people will win.

If he didn't intend to lose, there is only one explanation - he is too crazy!Crazy without bounds!

"Okay!" Qin Muzhi put away his folding fan: "You initiate the literary war, the method of the literary war is determined by you, and it is fair for us to decide the topic. Is there a bet?"

fair?Hearing what he said, the people below seemed to think it was fair, but who among those students didn't know what to say?Can anyone feel fair?

Lin Jialiang's forehead was covered with sweat.

Although he had reached a consensus with the third brother that the third brother would take the overall lead, but when the third brother said this, he still couldn't help but want to refute, how could the right to choose the topic be in their hands?If you think about it with your toes, you can understand that the questions they chose must be extremely tricky, but at this moment, the two sides have reached a consensus.

It's over!Lin Jialiang's eyes were gloomy.

Originally, he still had a three-point chance of winning. If the third younger brother chose the topic, he would directly choose wine, and the four colorful poems were laid out. This group of people couldn't make up the four colorful wine poems, but now, it's all over. Third brother, you... did you not sleep last night?How did you come up with such a foolish trick?
"Yes!" Lin Su said: "Whoever loses, let Changcheng L run three times and yell 'I'm a waste' ten times!"

On the high platform, Zhao Ji's face turned dark immediately.

Everyone below looked at each other in blank dismay.

Only the girls in Piaoxiang Building screamed, it was fun and interesting...they liked it...

Qin Muzhi smiled: "Your Excellency is very upbeat, haven't you forgotten Haining's bet that day? I seem to remember that Haining's bet, there is another bet, do you want to add it together?"

"Yes!" Lin Su said: "The winner has the right to ask the loser a question, and the loser must answer truthfully."

"Okay! Accepted!" Qin Muzhi stood up.

"Take it!" Zhou Liangcheng naturally followed.

The four major Jieyuan stood up at the same time!

In a blink of an eye, on the high platform, ten people agreed, and only one person, Qiu Zixiu!

Qiu Zixiu raised his head slowly: "This gamble is really unfair, but how do you say it? You have done your own crimes, you can't live! Accept it!"

11 people all pick up!
Zhou Liangcheng writes the pen, the precious paper and pen write down the betting contract, and both parties sign it!
Wen Dao's bet has been reached so far.

The tens of thousands of onlookers became nervous, and Wen Dao's bet was reached, which cannot be changed.

What will they be about?
Lin Jialiang prayed secretly in his heart, the ancestors and ancestors would bless him, and the topic he asked must not go out of the range of the third brother's cognition, otherwise, he would certainly be doomed today. Dust, the nine princesses of the fox clan may be able to find a cure for it.

But the other party also made a second condition. They must have come for the secret recipe of Baiyun Bianjiu, no... there are eleven of them, and everyone can ask the third brother a question, so it's not just Baiyun Bianjiu So simple?I'm afraid that the miraculous machine just developed by the third brother can't be kept... All the secrets of the Lin family will be revealed.

Now, the cold sweat on his forehead has not disappeared, and new sweat...

On the high platform, Qin Muzhi smiled: "The bet has been made, now it's time to choose the topic. Before choosing the topic, please enjoy the performance of a wonderful instrument! Our topic is related to this object."

He clapped his hands lightly, and the curtains on the high platform slowly parted.

It was dark inside, and there was a woman vaguely.

Clap your hands twice, the light inside is on, a beautiful woman is sitting on a stool, her figure is unparalleled, holding a strange musical instrument in her hand, blocking her face...

Lin Su's heart skipped a beat, Pipa!

In his previous cognition, there is no pipa in this world, so the first wine poem he wrote: Grape wine luminous cup, if you want to drink pipa, immediately call for it. He changed the word pipa into "Qing Zheng" for attacking on the battlefield .

He knew that there was a way of music in this world, and he was still thinking that if someone with a way of music liked him more, he could make a pipa to help her create a new way of music...

But now, Pipa has actually appeared.

"What is this?" Everyone below stared at the pipa, none of them knew.

Lin Jialiang's heart skipped a beat, what is this?He didn't know at all, he didn't know, and the third brother naturally wouldn't know, too bad!
The other party was so insidious and chose something that no one else knew, but they must have known it, and they must have thought about Wenyi and prepared countless excellent poems in advance.
Lin Jialiang's face turned red all of a sudden, and he was about to climb onto the high platform, but a person next to him crossed his arms and stepped in front of him: "What's the matter? Second Master Lin can't stay still? Want to go up to help?"

It's Zheng Hao.

Lin Jialiang shouted: "It's not fair! Mr. Lin has never seen this thing before, and my brothers naturally don't know about it, and they prepared poems in advance, shameless..."

"Third Master Lin!" Qin Muzhi said coldly, "The Wendao agreement has been signed, so can brother's repentance be a reason to break the agreement?"

"Impossible!" Lin Su said, "Your Excellency, do you want to use this object as the title?"

"Exactly!" Qin Muzhi said, "This thing is called Pipa. It was just introduced to Da Cang from the north, and I have never heard of it. Why don't we listen to a song first, and then write a poem about it? ?”

"The bet has been made, so listen to it!"

"Okay! Let's get started!" Qin Muzhi ordered...

The pipa girl slowly moved the pipa away, and what she saw was an extremely beautiful face. Her hand flicked across it lightly, like pearls and jade. With just one sound, everyone was shocked...

The sound of the pipa is very agile, it starts to be soothing, then becomes more urgent, reaches the highest point, and stops abruptly...

The crowd was flying in the sky, when suddenly the sound of the pipa stopped, the people below put their palms together and were about to applaud, but on the high platform, no one moved, they all stared at Jing Qi, those who wanted to applaud stopped.

With a choking sound, it was like a silver bottle being broken suddenly, and swords and guns blared, and everyone's hearts were pounding...

The pipa gradually becomes more soothing, and gradually becomes silent...

The pipa girl's pipa was erected again, and the whole person hid behind the pipa...

"Okay!" On the high platform, everyone applauded.

The audience in the audience woke up like a dream, and cheered in unison...

The curtain slowly closes...

"Let's write a poem on the pipa!" Qin Muzhi said, "Let's start, a quarter of an hour is the limit!"

The maid next to me counted down the timer, and the countdown began!
Lin Su quietly looked at the curtain behind, who is this woman?Why is the pipa full of such complicated feelings, it seems that there is no thought, and it seems that swords and weapons are intersecting. Without considerable experience, she can't play such a tune...

1 minute, 2 minutes, 3 minutes, 5 minutes...

Together with Yang Yu, start writing!
Zhou Liangcheng also wrote it!

The four major Jieyuan wrote almost at the same time...

Zhao Ji picked up the pen...

Qin Muzhi finally raised his pen...

There was only one person, Qiu Zixiu, who looked at Lin Su with a smile, and slowly picked up the pen. He was very gentle and Buddha-like, as if he was afraid of disturbing the elf at the tip of the pen...

Lin Jialiang's sweat dripped slowly from his back. He also had this situation with the third brother. At first he felt that he could write something, but at the end of the day, he handed in a blank paper. Today's instrument really hit the third brother. Caught off guard?

You are writing!
The curtain inside slowly opened a slit at some point, and a pair of eyes looked at Lin Su through this slit. Lin Su's eyes met these eyes, and he was slightly startled. What kind of eyes are these?Full of pain, full of helplessness, like a fish in a transparent fish tank, rushing left and right, but can't get out no matter what, but she still fantasizes about miracles...

Only the last 3 minutes or so are left.

Lin Sucai seemed to wake up suddenly, picked up the pen, and wrote it with one stroke...

time up!
A cry came from behind, everyone had a piece of paper in front of them, and everyone finished their poems within the stipulated time.

"All the poems have been completed, how to test the quality of the poems?" Lin Su said.

"Burning Holy Incense! Listen to Holy Judgment!"

"Fair! That's it!" Lin Su said: "Everyone read it first!"

Yang Yu was the first to start writing, and he was also the first to read his poem:

"There seems to be a strange sound coming from the sky, and the rhyme is full of love..."

After reading a poem, a white light suddenly appeared. The piece of paper on his desk was suspended half an inch, and there was thunderous applause from below. It was really terrifying for high-end talents to compare poems. How rare is it for the first poem to have the holy light emerge?Even Lin Jialiang secretly admired it. Only literati know how difficult white light poetry is. Lin Jialiang has been on the literary path for more than ten years, and there is only one white light poem. .

"Good poem! Brother Yang's poem is really beautiful, and it fits Brother Yang's usual style." Qin Muzhi praised.

Yang Yu smiled and said, "Master Lin, how do you feel?"

Lin Su nodded: "Very good! But I just have a question I want to ask Brother Yang. Brother Yang's opening is Heyun and Emotional Night Color. Why is it Night Color? Could it be that you wrote it down last night?"

Yang Yu's heart sank suddenly, I C!

This poem was really written last night. He was particularly impressed by the three characters of night cut, so he raised his hand and wrote it, ignoring that it was already daytime, and he was caught by the other party...

Qin Muzhi smiled faintly: "The pipa is in the dark room, the curtains are drawn apart, like the opening of the night, and the three characters are cut out in the night, the artistic conception is extraordinary, why not?"

"Yes! I didn't say no, I just have doubts." Lin Su said lightly: "I hope that there will be no more moonlight and other things in the following verses, otherwise, I really doubt that you have already done it last night. wrote the Psalms."

Everyone below looked at each other in blank dismay, could this be the case?

The people on this stage have already written poems last night, and the matter of the pipa was also discussed last night by them?

Qin Muzhi said coldly, "Are you trying to find an excuse for your failure?"

"Hehe!" Lin Su said: "Let you take advantage of the right time, place and people, so what? Go on!"

The second poem, He Mintao's poem: "There is a moonlight hidden in the river and the water is cold, the sound of the pipa is chaotic and the little swing..."

Puchi, Lin Su laughed.

Countless people below laughed at the same time. He said just now that the moonlight should not appear, and the next song, the moonlight will appear...

He Mintao's eyes puffed up, and he stopped...

"Cough... Brother He, don't worry, I just suddenly thought of something funny, you continue!"

After He Mintao finished reading, there was no movement in the poem, no white light, it was just a cursive poem.

(End of this chapter)