"The two masters, please come in, please come in!" The store nodded and nodded, and Huasong and An Chong greeted them into the store.

"This is the famous tea house in Beijing. It is very lively. I have been there many times." Hua Song secretly voiced and introduced to An Chong.

The two sinisters disguised as sergeants and came to Kyoto in Chinese Cave.

An Chong is more willing to press in the cloud head, overlooking the capital. But since Huasong has such fun, he is only a good friend.

"I want the elegant seat on the fifth floor upstairs." Huasong seems to be familiar with the road.

The two came to the fifth floor, entered the room, opened the window and saw the crowds on the street. The first venue was at the end of the street, and the bronze gate was almost crowded with people.

"This is the contemporary talent of my Chinese cave, and it is also the hope of my future." Please listen to it." Huasong sighed and handed Anchong a five-turn investigation of locusts to observe the target talent.

An Chong looked at it a bit, and when it was used, the vision changed. He saw talents on the top of countless talents. These talents are colorful, different in height and in different forms, which really opened his eyes.

"Since there are such locusts, it is possible to detect talents. Why do you want to hold such a selection?" An Chong asked.

Huasong huh, a smile: "The esteem is not known. The talent is like repairing, even if there are many, it is also awkward to play on the spot. Moreover, this selection is made on the spot, and it is not fake. It is more test of the talents of the scholars. Literacy, many talented scholars, may not be inspired to make the highest level of poetry."

An Chong nodded: "I see that the big arrays arranged here are not only linked to each other, but also seem to be able to fuel the talents of the scholars?"

Hua Song nodded: "" Good, respectful eyes! In this fairy tales, the scholars are often able to play exceptionally, and more to show their talents.

During the speech, the door was knocked.

After the store's second child got the permission of Huasong, he came to a basin of wine and food.

"Babao wild duck, golden silk freckle, panda crab meat, are the signature dishes of our restaurant, please enjoy the two guest officers." Shop Xiao Erdao.

Hua Song readily rewarded him with a Yuanshi and sent the store to the second.

Huasong introduced to An Chong: "Respect, although the tea here is a kind of tea, but it is the creation of the Chinese-speaking old man when he was young. At that time, he was a four-turn teacher and won the champion. Therefore, this tea was again He is named the champion tea."

“Oh?” An Chong suddenly became interested. This is the work of the eight-year-old Zhu Xian when he was young.

"Then I have to taste it." An Chong took a sip, closed his eyes, and savored it. During the day, his heart rose and gave him a slight excitement. It seemed to be a bitter smile for a dozen years. Near the present!

"Good tea, good tea." An Chong sincerely admired, "This tea is a traditional tea, but it has a hint of humanity!"

In the fateful battle, Zhongzhou Tianting's continuous display of several humane killings, recruiting power, and sensational. The humanity can be said to be unknown, no one knows.

At the time of the second fairy tasting, the bronze gate of the first venue opened.

The crowds crowded in front of the door suddenly rang.

"Opened, opened!"

"Don't squeeze."

"Let me go in."

The crowds are rushing into the door.

Li Xiaobai is also in the crowd, but at the back end.

As he flowed forward, he tried to figure out the rules of the selection.

"The World Poetry Association has a total of 18 venues. Each venue has a topic. Everyone answers the questions at the same time. No matter how many people, the quality of the works depends on the quality of the works. Only half of them can advance."

"After the promotion to the back of the venue, it is still half. So all the way up, open the entire 18th venue, it is considered to meet the selection requirements."

"If it is lost in the middle, it will be returned to the previous venue. If it fails for a while and directly withdraws from the first venue, it will be completely defeated."

“However, the world poetry will be held for seven days. Everyone has three chances of complete failure.”

"As a result, it is enough for Hua Wendong to select high-quality seeds of Zhu Xian. Occasionally mistakes are wrong, and there are opportunities to come back. But if there is any talent, it will play for seven consecutive days, which shows that it is self-cultivating. Insufficient, it is not suitable for the cultivation of the caves."

Li Xiaobai regained his thoughts and came to the first meeting.

The venue was empty and packed with scholars.

There are men and women in the scholars, there are old and young, the number of people, at first glance, there are thousands and thousands.

This is only the first day.

Li Xiaobai waited for a fragrant time in the venue. At the first meeting, all the talents of the scholars were accepted.

A crowd of people, a noisy voice.

Fortunately, the first venue is the space of the fairy tales, which can be expanded at any time and accommodate more scholars within the scope of competence.

Hey!

A drum sound, the same voice passed to the ears of the scholars: "The first question of the poetry of the world - spring, time is half a cup of tea."

After saying this, the sound disappeared.

"The first topic is spring?"

Many scholars frowned, and many scholars were beaming.

Li Xiaobai secretly meditates: "Hanchun's poems are too much. This topic is easy to see at first glance. After all, the scholars have created more or less poems about the subject matter. Although the poetry of the world requires the creation of new poems on the spot, as long as The original work was slightly modified, and sometimes it was barely a new poem."

"However, in fact, this topic is still difficult." Li Xiaobai looked calm.

He knows that this time writing poetry mainly has to be compared with people around him. Only if he is stronger than half of the scholars, he can successfully advance.

There are not a few scholars who realize this.

Many people began to think hard about it. Some people sit on the ground directly. Some people carry their hands and walk around. Some people hang their heads and whisper in their mouths.

What Li Xiaobai thought was: "Which one should I copy?"

Hunchun's poems are hidden in his memory, and there are many classics.

But the first time I came up with a classic, it was not very good. This made Li Xiaobai not play well in the future. The talentedness of his talents does not belong to the first-class level. If the courts come up with famous articles, they will certainly cause doubts.

If he is lucky, Li Xiaobai may be a little more radical. However, it is now obvious that the air transport is in a downturn, and Li Xiaobai will take stability first.

When Li Xiaobai thought about it, many scholars had created new poems.

Then all kinds of halos shine, the halo is colorful, or strong or weak. Whenever the halo dissipates on the scholar, the scholars will all gain.

Some people got locusts, some people pulled up and repaired, some people recovered the real yuan, and some people dissipated exhaustion.

This is the killing of Ji Wen.

The founder of Huawen Dongtian, the original original owner, arranged this killing trick before the fall. It is precisely because of Ji Wen’s killing, only more and more scholars are encouraged to study hard, and finally form the status quo of the Chinese style.

Li Xiaobai finally finalized his poem.

He coughed softly and began to recite.

"Moonlight night."

"The deeper moonlight half-man, the Beidou 阑 dry Nandou oblique."

"Tonight, I know that the spring is warm, and the insects are new and green."

Li Xiaobai was just finished, and he heard a loud bang from his ear~lightnovelpub.net~ The whole body rose brightly green.

Teng Teng Teng.

The scholars around Li Xiaobai felt an invisible pressure. The green light forced them to disperse around, leaving a big blank place, leaving only Li Xiaobai standing in the center.

"Good, good glory!"

"The famous article has appeared!"

"I didn't expect it to be so fast, there is a famous article. I don't know who created it?"

Many scholars have been interrupted by their thoughts, one by one with envious, inquiring eyes, staring at Li Xiaobai.

Li Xiaobai's surface is light and windy. In fact, there is some entanglement in his heart: "Oh, the copy is a bit too much, and the effect is a bit too good, which has attracted a lot of attention."

He glanced around and looked forward to the hope that some people would stand up and not let him be so dominated.

The green light continued to penetrate into his open space, making his cultivation climb upwards.

"Oh! A famous article was born. I will read it." In the tea house, Hua Songdun felt.

After reading Li Xiaobai's work, Huasong nodded with satisfaction: "Miao, wonderful! This Li Xiaobai is young and poetry is a veteran."

"Normally, the poems of Hunchun are mostly willow green peaches. But this poem is just the opposite of it. It is ingenuity to write the night to cover the spring."

"After the whole poem, it must be that Li Xiaobai excavated from his deep life. He revealed a fresh, happy, full of vitality."

"When poetry is like watching people, this Li Xiaobai is in a good mood!"

Hua Songsong admired it, as if it tasted the taste of the world. He looked at An Chong and smiled: "I don't know what the emperor has to say about this poem?"

An Chongdun feels big and has a belly: "If you don't say it, I don't know if this poem has such advantages. Oh, now I want to comment, what should I do?"

Ps: 9 points second.