The leader is being killed every day

45: Soldiers come to block and need to work hard 2

This group of people, many of them are reckless people, they will get angry if they say a few bad words, and the effect of using the aggressive method on them is not so good.

The people in the Wulin League are angry, but the four seniors agreed that others dare not make mistakes, but there are not a few people who scold Ji Wuxiu in private. It is obvious that they are not decent, saying that they have no culture and are reckless. It's not strange if you don't get angry.

Soon, the members of the Wulin League selected five people, and the Mingjiao side had already prepared it. Ji Wuxiu was naturally going to join, and there were also Zhongqing, Feng Wenxue, and a scholar who failed the ranking and committed suicide. , and an illiterate woodcutter.On the Wulin League side, each of the four sects basically recommended one, and the last one was self-recommended, without any sect, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, handsome and extraordinary, and a talented person. This person is called Yang Xiao.

The two sides took their positions, and the four senior sect masters were the judges, and each of them came up with a group of questions, and the fifth group was given by Mingjiao.

Ten people drew lots to decide their opponents, and Ji Wuxiu was right, that handsome guy Yang Xiao.

In the first group, the woodcutter of Mingjiao faced the disciples of Emei. Needless to say, the woodcutter was very forthright, saying that I was illiterate and he was completely defeated. Abbot Jikong of Shaolin hadn’t had time to come up with the question.

In this group, the martial arts alliance wins!

In the second group, the scholar confronted the disciples of the Kunlun School, and the head of Wudang posed the questions.A scholar is a scholar at any rate, and this game dragged on for some time, but in the end it still failed.

In this group, the martial arts alliance wins!

In the third group, Feng Wenxue poses a question to Wudang disciples, the head of the Kunlun School.The title is to draw a pair of paintings for each, and the theme is "The return date is not yet available".

Putting paper and ink, the two began to paint, and the time passed.The Wudang disciple moved his brush very quickly, but Feng Wenxue's hand remained motionless.

Since the Wulin League has won two games, as long as it wins one more game, the game will end in Mingjiao's defeat.However, how could it be so easy? Such a situation was clearly intentional.It is more interesting to give them a little bit of sweetness and then let them suffer, than to beat them to death with a stick. It is interesting to go from winning to fearing, and then losing.

Under the attention of everyone, the two finally completed the "masterpiece", but Feng Wenxue only wrote a few words at the end, and nothing else.

Let's look at the Wudang disciples first.The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled lightly on the surface of the river, tall buildings beside the river, Yiren haggard, leaning on the slanted railing alone, looking at the passing boats on the surface of the river, feeling desolate.

Seemingly about to cry, but choked up speechless, just waiting for the king to return, Fang frowned and smiled.

There is a poem inscribed on the painting: A thousand sails are all gone, the slanting glow is flowing and the water is long, and the heart is broken on Baipingzhou.

Wu Linmeng looked at Feng Wenxue's blank rice paper with only a few words, and smiled triumphantly and mockingly.

Wudang disciples' paintings can be understood at a glance, but they lose a layer of deep meaning, while Feng Wenxue's paintings can be understood by no one, but they are more mysterious.

Feng Wenxue smiled, confident and calm, without any hesitation in the process of painting, watching the people of Wulin League flustered and blushing, feeling like spring.

Baili clenched his fists behind him, gritted his teeth, and said to himself: "Well, you are a rumor, dare to smile at others, and see how I punish you after the game!"

"Feng Zuo Shi, how do you explain your own work?" Ji Kong asked in a deep voice, and there was a trace of restrained joy in his voice.

The Taoist monk is nothing more than that. He seems to have seen through the world of mortals, but he is still stained with dirt by the world. His fame and wealth are vain and turbid.

"There is no time for you to return. I don't know if this 'jun' is a man or a woman. I don't know if the person being asked is a friend or a lover. Although the predecessors have always regarded this poem as a love poem, it is not impossible to have a different kind. I understand, so I think it’s inappropriate to jump to conclusions.” As he spoke, he looked at the Wudang disciple and smiled, and the latter snorted coldly, feeling that his explanation was far-fetched, “Since the sentence says ‘unexpired’, it means It's "no period". To put it simply, the whole poem expresses one meaning, that is, "I don't know". In the blank scroll below, everyone doesn't know what to express. Isn't it a poetic? The above "know" The word ' also hints at the meaning of this painting, and only those with connotations can understand it."

people with meaning...

Among this group of people, there are only three people who understand it, so the others are people without connotation, including Baili.

This time, Baili was angry again, with smoke coming out of his head, thinking, there is no connotation, right, I will let you see me later, I have a lot of connotation!

The members of the Wulin League were furious, but what Feng Wenxue said was reasonable, so they had to give up. There were still two questions in this group, and the result was undoubtedly, Feng Wenxue won.

In the third group, Mingjiao wins!

Everyone in Mingjiao also relaxed a little bit. They didn't approve of this competition at the beginning, but since they found Ji Wuxiu back, of course let him take charge of the overall situation, and the others just need to cooperate with him.

In the fourth group, Chongqing asked Shaolin disciples, the head of the Emei School, to ask questions. The questions were simpler than calligraphy.

Chongqing is not only excellent in medicine, but also has a great literary talent. It can be seen that the prescriptions he wrote are all pleasing to the eye. However, Shaolin disciples are not bad, probably because they usually copy scriptures a lot.

However, the result is still expected, Mingjiao wins!

Ji Wuxiu is very pleased, he has so many talents in Wuxiu Pavilion.

Success or failure lies in this fifth group, the last group, Ji Wuxiu vs. Yang Xiao.

The topic should be taught, and Ji Wuxiu didn't want to make it too complicated, so the topic was decided casually, and the poems were right.

Yang Xiao cupped her hands and cupped her fists politely, and Ji Wuxiu pretended to return the salute.

"Mr. Yang is a guest, so he should be the first to invite you." Ji Wuxiu smiled, not knowing whether it was self-confidence or to cover up his "not talent".

"Then Yang is impolite." Yang Xiao also raised the corners of her lips, and there seemed to be a kind of disdain on her handsome face, but she was also suppressing it.

Ji Wuxiu was speechless, I'm being polite and you take it seriously. At this time, don't literati know how to make concessions and then push them back and forth? Why don't you play cards according to the routine.

There is no other way, after all the words have been said, Ji Wuxiu had no choice but to say: "Please!"

"Let's start with the couplet. I'll come up with the first couplet. The first couplet is: one place and two banks separated by three autumns, four seas and five lakes, six roads and seven immortals sweeping the eight wastelands, ten years of chaos in Kyushu, one hundred years of rule for thousands of years, and eternal glory."

Everyone sighed, this group was so difficult at the beginning.

Ji Wuxiu shook his head, why did ancient people like to play with numbers so much.Seeing Ji Wuxiu shaking his head, Yang Xiao thought he couldn't answer, and seeing him smile again, he opened his mouth and said:

"Thousands of waters and thousands of mountains connect hundreds of borders, ten are prosperous and nine are withered, eight are falling, seven are falling and six leaves are falling, five cities are bleak in April, three are spring and two are cold, one step shines."

Hearing this smooth second line, Yang Xiao couldn't help secretly praising his talent and learning. It seemed that he had underestimated him just now, and now he re-examined his opponent.