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"Two?"

"not enough?"

"Three?"

"not enough."

Everyone was dumbfounded: "There are not enough tables."

Lin Yuan nodded: "Then let's take our time."

Sun Yaohuo said: "Does it mean that there are topics you are interested in, or do you want to try a few more songs, I feel this..."

Sun Yaohuo's voice suddenly stopped.

The eyes of the rest of Yu Dynasty also suddenly widened!

I saw Lin Yuan waving the writing brush, his wrists constantly fluttering, almost without thinking, he had already written the first poem!

then.

He didn't pause at all, and started to swipe ink on another piece of paper, writing the second song!

……

Ten pavilions.

The literati got their own titles.

Judge Qin Xiaotian's voice spread throughout the audience: "Each group has 10 minutes to create, and after 10 minutes each group will have a duel."

The literati pondered over the topic.

"Spring and summer as the theme?"

"Seasonal poems are not difficult to write."

"Your words just show how difficult it is to write about this kind of thing, because everyone can write this kind of poetry, so it's not easy to be successful."

"Fortunately, I'm ready."

"Many people should be prepared. Although it is an on-the-spot competition, this kind of seasonal poetry is too routine, and many people have stocks in hand."

"It is."

"Wait, look!"

"Xianyu seems to be writing poetry too!?"

With the exclamation of a certain literati, everyone looked in the direction of Xianyu!

Everyone in the Yu Dynasty surrounded Xianyu, and Xianyu himself was sitting at the table, writing something flamboyantly.

"ridiculous!"

A literati who had already prepared his inventory snorted, "I agreed to withdraw from the competition, but in the end I was still writing poems."

"His mind is not difficult to guess."

Another literati who was also confident beside him said: "It's nothing more than getting all the topics from Director Huang, and then choosing a more certain theme to create. I can choose the most suitable theme, so the poems I write will naturally be better. "

"It will take advantage."

"I'm really curious what he can write."

"Leave him alone for now, time is limited, let's finish each work."

"People who quit the game can't affect us."

"I don't know what kind of medicine he sells in the gourd. He wants to participate but is afraid of losing, so he participates in the poetry conference in this way."

Didn't discuss it for too long.

Everyone still has to solve the problem.

……

The literati didn't pay much attention to Xianyu.

Instead, the camera has quietly aimed at Xianyu's direction.

Director Huang acted as a temporary guest host and introduced the situation to the audience: "Mr. Xianyu is also writing poems. He has just won all the questions for our competition. Although Mr. Xianyu has retired, I personally look forward to it. Which topic will we choose to create? Of course, our competition is still very fair. No matter what Mr. Xianyu’s work is, it will not affect the results of the rest of us. However, this is the fair start of our joint variety show "Fish You Together" Live broadcast, so we will also show the works of Mr. Xianyu to the audience."

in the live room.

The barrage suddenly became extremely lively:

"Mr. Xianyu participated outside the field?"

"Father Yu, come on, write a good poem and crush this group of contestants!"

"I feel that Teacher Xianyu's poem about Dapeng just now is very good. Could it be the one you used?"

"possible."

"That super invincible bomb!"

"For the Poetry Conference, teacher Xianyu may have written lyrics, because "Water Tune Getou" is a poem, which means that Teacher Xianyu is better at this."

"What are you excited about? He's taking advantage of it."

"Others do random questions, but Xianyu chooses a question by himself."

"Didn't Daddy Yu retire from the competition? If he retired, let's see if there is a problem with the topic?"

"Of course it's okay to look at the topic. The problem is that he wants to choose a topic and write a good poem to slap the literati in the face."

"This method is indeed advantageous. Daddy Yu is being praised too much now, so he has a burden. I feel that he is really afraid of losing. To be honest, as a fan, I feel a little disappointed."

"Where are fans who pretend to be nm, I click on your homepage and it's full of Heiyu daddy's remarks!"

……

Although there was a 10-minute wait, the live broadcast room was not boring.

The barrage is arguing.

The fans of the literati are all in line with the fans of Xianyu.

Also.

Several of the judges also had shots.

They were analyzing the topics of each group and at the same time discussing the level of the literati, which is also a highlight of the live broadcast.

"The leader of the Tenth Pavilion must be Hua Weiming."

"The tenth pavilion where Hua Weiming is located is titled Sadness. This is Hua Weiming's best subject. He once wrote "Like a Dream", which is very popular."

"Maybe this time it's also "Like a Dream Order"."

"Seventh Pavilion, I am most optimistic about Shu Ziwen's performance."

"The title of the seventh pavilion is landscape. It seems to be the title of Mount Tai. Hehe, writing about mountains should be poetry rather than words."

"By the way, what topic do you think Xianyu will choose?"

"That's hard to say. There are too many topics. He should choose the one he is most confident in."

"I gonna go see."

He Qinghuan suddenly got up and said.

The remaining seven judges smiled and did not speak.

He Qinghuan walked towards Xianyu.

And when he saw the sheets of paper filled with poems in front of Xianyu, his steps suddenly stopped.

The camera followed He Qinghuan.

His expression was arranged in close-up.

Then all the audience clearly saw a miraculous expression. They said it was miraculous because it seemed difficult for everyone to accurately describe what He Qinghuan's expression at the moment represented:

Shock?

in awe?

praise?

crazy?

or...

fear?

His eyes are huge!

His nostrils spread out to the sides!

His nasolabial folds are trembling constantly!

The corners of his mouth were twitching unnaturally!

"what's the situation?"

There are countless barrages wondering.

He Qinghuan's expression is as if he has seen a ghost. Could it be that this poem written by Xianyu...

Hanging up to the sky?

Chapter 971

at this time.

The 10-minute creation time has just ended!

Inside the ten pavilions.

Literati look different.

Some people are confident, some are nervous, some are sighing and some are helpless. The results of each question seem to be vivid on their faces.

among them.

The seventh pavilion.

Shu Ziwen has recovered, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, his handsome and unrestrained posture seems to have forgotten the unhappiness of being scorned by Xianyu before.

The tenth pavilion.

Hua Weiming is wearing a long gown, standing with his hands behind his back, with a self-confident demeanor, and the aura of everyone in the literary world can be seen at a glance!

Jury seat.

An Long said solemnly: "All the famous experts in the pavilions are invited to pass it on to each other first, and those who feel inferior can withdraw voluntarily."

Immediately.

The major pavilions circulated each other's works in the hustle and bustle.

During the circulation process, everyone looked at the poems written by other people in the pavilion. Some people sighed, some looked surprised, some looked hesitant, and some praised...

"Nice poem!"

"good words!"

"Show shame!"

"Admit it!"

"Humbled!"

"Brother, good article!"

"You don't understand my poem!"

"There is an allusion in it!"

Some people in the major booths were bragging about each other in business, and some were arguing with others, seeming to think that they were better. In the end, there were not many people who voluntarily quit the major booths. Most of them still chose to let the judges judge. Some people are a bit lucky. After all, poetry has a certain degree of idealistic elements, and everyone has their own understanding. Unless it is purely horizontal, the difference between good and bad is not so clear at a glance. It is for this reason that the Poetry Conference invited so many judges!

of course.

There is also an undisputed winner.