"Today's literary gathering was held in Xuemei Building. So according to the past practice, the literary gathering will write poems with the two words "Snow" and "Plum" as the theme, and compare who wrote the poems with the highest talent."

Wang Run said to everyone: "Of course, since it is a literary association, you can also write articles in addition to poetry, but articles are really a huge challenge for the students of the Hanyi Society. So for fairness, we can appropriately reduce the difficulty and only write poetry."

"Okay! Just as Brother Wang Run said."

"We have no comments."

The students of Jieyingshe happily agreed.

On the side of the Hanyi Club, you looked at me and I looked at you, but I didn’t know what to say.

"Hey...Anyway, they're all losing so much, so let them be happy."

"It's really shameful to end this literary meeting quickly and go home."

"Damn it! These guys are simply hateful!"

Many students from the Hanyi Society were furious, but they had no initiative and were led by Jie Ying Society.

Zhao Dongcheng said again: "This literary meeting is the same as in the past. Everyone of you students from the Hanyi Society can participate, and I, Zhao Dongcheng, will fight all of you alone."

As soon as these words were spoken, Li Changsheng's hand clenched his fists could not stop trembling.

There was only one person from Jieying Society to pick hundreds of students from the Hanyi Society.

Arrogant!

Too arrogant!

If the Cold Clothing Society can win by chance, it can certainly save some face.

If Zhao Dongcheng alone suppressed the whole audience, I am afraid that many students in the Hanyi Society will completely lose confidence.

"Brother Dongcheng, you underestimate the Hanyi Club too much. Wang advises you not to overestimate yourself." Wang Run laughed.

"I'm afraid that it's not Zhao who is overestimating his abilities, but the Hanyi Society." Zhao Dongcheng said proudly.

Wang Run immediately said to Li Changsheng: "Brother Li, this Zhao Dongcheng is really too much. Your Hanyi Club must give him some good looks, but don't let Wang down!"

"We will do our best."

Li Changsheng exploded with anger, but he couldn't get it out.

"Okay, the literary meeting begins."

After Wang Run finished speaking, the students from the Hanyi Society immediately wrote poems on their seats.

After a moment, many students' desks were filled with talent.

The level of poetry can be judged based on the strength of talent.

Zhao Dongcheng was not in a hurry to write a poem, but looked at the talent on the desk table of the Hanyi Society, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Talent is one foot higher, and poetry is born in the county. It's good, not bad, but unfortunately it's a ninth-rank scholar."

"Then the talent is not solid, and it will disperse as soon as it gathers. It is difficult to even leave the county, haha..."

"Huh? Brother Li has started to create too?"

After Zhao Dongcheng mocked the others, he looked at Li Changsheng with contempt in his eyes.

I saw that Li Changsheng's desk was only two and a half feet tall, gathering but not dispersing, and the light flowed.

"Da Mansion Medium!"

Zhao Dongcheng exclaimed, but when he thought that Li Changsheng was an eighth-rank juren, he laughed even more violently.

"Haha... I'm not right! The eighth-rank juren can't even write Mingzhou's poems. I'm so laughing!"

"Ha ha……"

The students of Jieying Society also laughed. Theoretically, writing poems and lyrics requires inspiration. When inspiration comes, they can naturally write a good poem or article.

Even if a juren is not inspired, it is not surprising that he cannot write Mingzhou poems.

But they just want to laugh.

"Damn it!"

Li Changsheng was in a state of tranquility and did not write satisfactory poems, but was so mocked by Zhao Dongcheng that he couldn't help but curse himself.

Wang Run was completely relieved at this time and began to write his poems.

After a moment.

A talent nearly three feet high burst out on the desk.

Everyone's eyes immediately looked over and exclaimed one by one.

"Zhao Dongcheng's talent is better than Li Changsheng, and it is the best work of Dafu."

"Brother Dongcheng, I admire him."

The students of Jieyingshe smiled, after all, they had already expected this result.

"Win, we, Jieyingshe, won."

Zhao Dongcheng said proudly: "Jie Yingshe Wenfeng Hanyi Club has been working on it for four years, setting the latest record, haha..."

The other side.

Du Ning came to the desk, and he looked at Zhao Dongcheng, thinking something in his heart.

This is a world of scholars, but there is no history on Blue Star.

In other words, there are no Tang poetry and Song lyrics in this world.

If you bring the poems from the predecessors of Blue Star, maybe...

Although it is very unkind, I really can't stand Zhao Dongcheng's disgusting behavior.

"Briefs of the Tang and Song dynasties on Blue Star! Please lend me your strength!"

Du Ning silently accused his predecessors in his heart, and then decided to try his own ideas.

“What should I write?”

Du Ning thought about it and picked up his pen to create.

"Ode to Plum Blossoms"

Several plum branches in the corner of the wall,

Ling Han opened alone.

I know it's not snow,

For the faint fragrance.

After the poem was completed, it burst out with talent of more than three feet high, condensed into several plum blossoms, blooming on the table.

This strange scene immediately attracted the attention of all students.

"The strange phenomenon of poetry is actually a strange phenomenon of poetry!"

"Such a strong talent, the image of Mingzhou, the image of Mingzhou!"

"It was Mr. Du Ning who wrote the Mingzhou poem, Mr. Du is a talented man!"

"Haha...Who dares to say that there is no one in my cold clothes club?"

The students of the Hanyi Society were very happy because they saw a faint light of victory and could surpass Jieying Society once!

Li Changsheng looked even more excited and extremely excited.

Mingzhou! A masterpiece from a student of the Hanyi Society!

"this……"

Zhao Dongcheng looked at Du Ning, opened his mouth wide, and showed a look of disbelief.

"A man who has not yet been included in the Confucianism and Taoism actually wrote the work of Mingzhou."

"This is impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"How could this happen?"

The students of Jieying Society were also very shocked. They had never seen a student who had not yet obtained Confucianism and Taoism, and could actually write such a good work!

However, the next moment, something that shocked everyone even more happened.

Suddenly, that pure talent poured into Du Ning's eyebrows.

Talent infusion!

"Boom!"

A sound that reached the heart sounded in Du Ning's mind, and a palace formed by talent appeared in the void chaos deep in his eyebrows.

Confucianism and Taoism are included in the title, and the Palace of Literature is opened!

Entrance to the child's life!

Above the palace, a star is extremely dazzling, exuding a pure talent to consolidate the form of the Palace of Literature.

Du Ning looked carefully and found that it was actually a song "Ode to Plum Blossoms".

"The "Yong Plum" I just wrote turned into a talented star. Does it mean that if I have a creative work, I can turn it into a star in the palace to provide me with talent?"

Du Ning was shocked. This golden finger was very excellent!

A song "Ode to Plum Blossoms" has become a masterpiece of the child. If all the Tang and Song lyrics are brought over...

This is the rhythm of taking off!
Chapter completed!