"Isn't this Miss Chai? Did she remember the wrong date? The preliminary round of the martial arts competition is tomorrow night."
"Don't you know? I heard that the Chai family originally planned to ask the accountant named Ning Yan to come, but he ran away. Now they are anxiously looking for someone all over the city."
"Keep your voice down..."
"What are you afraid of? When Shi Tongjian and the others are here, she still dares to commit murder?"
……
Chai Ruru has already reached the peak of the seventh level, and the comments from everyone in the venue cannot escape her ears.
However, her mood did not fluctuate at all. She just sat quietly in her seat, closed her eyes and rested.
"Quiet."
Under the high platform, there was an old man in a green shirt who frowned and spoke out various gossips.
His voice was not loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly, making people want to calm down and listen to him.
Chai Ruru opened her eyes and looked at the old man.
Supernatural power? Middle level three?
Mr. Ruan smiled and said: "It's almost time, Mr. Qin, we can start."
The old man in green shirt turned around and bowed to Mr. Ruan, then looked at the crowd and said: "You are all the leaders in the Jiangnan literary world. It is rare for me to keep a long story short..."
After a brief introduction, Chai Ruru understood the competition system.
The literary competition is the same as the martial arts competition, which is divided into preliminary rounds and finals. The reason for the multiple competitions in the martial arts competition is because there are too many participants. Taking into account that the players may not be in good condition after a round, coupled with venue repairs and other reasons, the competition system has to be lengthened.
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The literary competition is because the content that needs to be examined is relatively comprehensive, and the true level cannot be determined by just one competition. Tonight, only ten literary candidates will be selected first, and the specific content of the final is still unknown.
"... Since today is the end of the summer heat, I will write a rhymed poem based on this theme."
After Qin Fuzi finished speaking, he revealed the topic of this competition.
A poem about fighting against the summer heat.
Poetry has been popular since the pre-Qin Dynasty. After the decline of the pre-Qin Dynasty, the Zhou Dynasty inherited part of its territory and passed on its culture. Most of the scholars were proud of their good poetry.
It's just that the art of poetry is somewhat useless for governing the country, so it was excluded from the criteria for official recruitment many years ago. Although many contestants in the field have occasionally studied it, they are not proficient in it, and they suddenly look bitter.<
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Chai Ruru picked up the pen, stared at the answer sheet for a long time, and then put it back.
Neither can she.
"Miss Chai, why don't you see Erlang? He told me that he is very confident in this competition."
Chai Ruru raised her head and saw a short, fat young man greeting her.
Jiang Liangji, the only son of Sihu in Mingzhou who joined the army, has an eighth-level cultivation level and has passed the examination. It can be said that he has both civil and military skills and is quite famous in Mingzhou.
Chai Ruru suddenly realized: "It turns out to be you."
"What is Miss Chai referring to?"
"Do you know why I don't want to quit?"
Jiang Liangji's eyes wandered, and before he could answer, he heard Chai Ruru talking to herself.
"The rise of the Chai family in the past few years will inevitably affect the wealth of many people. They want to strip the Chai family to pieces, but due to their lack of strength, they only dare to engage in some shameful means behind the scenes."
"I no longer have the heart to play hide-and-seek with them. This civil and military competition is not only an opportunity for them, but also an opportunity for me."
"I told myself before I started..."
"Whoever takes the initiative to show kindness to me later will be my enemy."
Jiang Liangji's pupils shrank and he pretended to be calm: "I don't know what you are talking about."
Chai Ruru carefully observed the expression on Jiang Liangji's face and said firmly: "Even if you deny it, I will seize the evidence."
"Then follow the clues and pull them all out."
She remembered that Ning Yan had told her about these things, what they called criminal psychology and micro-expressions.
"Absurd!"
Jiang Liangji flicked his sleeves and left quickly.
It happened that Chai Ruru didn't know many of the contestants in the venue, so no one bothered her now, and she was happy to see it happen.
Just when my mind is free, I will think of someone uncontrollably.
Chai Ruru knew that she could not be weak and could only suppress the sadness in her heart to hold on.
Brother Yan, where have you been?
Don’t you want me anymore...
……
Among the rest of the field, competition is fierce.
Every once in a while, talented people would hand over their poems, which would be circulated among Master Qin and others for viewing. If they were of high quality, they would even be handed over to Mr. Ruan on the high platform.
It's just that Mr. Ruan seems to cherish words as much as gold. He will read the poems handed to him carefully, but never express any opinions.
The time is slowly approaching midnight.
Generally, by this time, it is difficult to produce any good works. After reading several poems in succession, Mr. Ruan felt that they were too mediocre and lacked interest, so he left the meeting early after exchanging a few words with Master Qin.
As soon as Mr. Ruan left, Shi Tongpan and others naturally followed, and the high stage was mostly empty of guests.
There is not much time left for the players.
Master Qin recalled the remaining people who had not submitted their papers, walked up to Chai Ruru's desk, and saw a blank piece of paper, with a bit of disappointment in his eyes.
When Chai Ruru entered the stage, he actually had expectations.
After all, there are only a few people in the Jiangnan literary world, and he has already met even those so-called rising stars in Heshan Academy.
He hopes that there will be more unfamiliar faces to add fresh blood to the literary world, especially women, and maybe bring some new trends.
But now it seems that although this woman's talent in cultivation is good, the rest of her abilities are average.
The people in charge of the review had circulated all the poems on site several times. Seeing that the time was about the same, Master Qin announced loudly: "Okay, the shortlist for the preliminary round will be announced next."
At this moment, there was a sudden noise at the entrance.
"Wait! Wait!"
Chai Jingyi shouted as he rushed into the venue, overcoming the guards who surrounded him, but his skills were limited and he was restrained again before he could take more than two steps.
Chai Ruru stood up and frowned: "Isn't it embarrassing enough to go back?"
Chai Jingyi subconsciously wanted to retreat, but he remembered that he was also a descendant of the Chai family, and a burst of courage emerged from nowhere, and he shouted stubbornly:
"Master Qin! The Chai family hasn't answered the question yet!"
Master Qin found it interesting and waved to the guard: "Let him come in. Why is such an unworthy boy so nervous?"
As soon as Chai Jingyi escaped, he spread his legs and ran forward. He didn't even stop when he passed by Chai Ruru. He ran directly to Master Qin and handed a note with both hands.
"Please ask Mr. Qin to correct me."
The people around were deeply shocked when they heard this sentence.
Everyone knows very well what level Shibajiro is.
Oh my God, he actually still has words like "correct" in his mind?
Jiang Liangji was the first to lose control, his eyes flickered, and he took the lead in shouting: "Master Qin, this may be the last poem in this literary competition, why don't you read it to everyone!"
"Yes, yes! I didn't expect that I would still be alive to see Chai Erlang writing poetry, hahaha..."
Seeing everyone's reaction, Master Qin probably understood the situation.
Now he was even more curious about the content on the note.
Taking the note from Chai Jingyi, Master Qin scanned it roughly and suddenly said "Hey".
Jiang Liangji couldn't wait to say: "Master Qin, but this crooked poem is vulgar and has stained your eyes?"
"No." Mr. Qin was such a fine person. He took a deep look at Jiang Liangji and said with a smile, "Then I will read it to everyone."
"I have always sacrificed eagles to birds, but gradually I feel that the white emptiness is deep. The sky is blown under the leaves, and I can't see my heart in the sky..."
Those who dare to participate in the competition must have some literary talent. The faces of Jiang Liangji and others changed slightly.
Even if they don't want to admit it, they can still detect the author's profound knowledge from these few sentences.
It shouldn’t be...
Does the Chai family still have such craftsmanship?
"...The air is harvesting and the millet is ripe, the wind is still and the grass and insects are singing. Slow down, slow down..."
Thinking of this, Master Qin stopped abruptly. It was not because he was trying to show off, but because the writing on the back of the note was wet with water drops and became mushy, making it impossible to read clearly.
"Slowly drink the wine from the bottle and tune the piano on your lap. I wonder if Ning's song "In the Summer of July" is a title?"
At the other end of the venue, a weak male voice suddenly sounded, completing the verses above and attracting the attention of the audience.
Chai Ruru trembled when she heard the voice, as if she had lost her soul, and turned her head blankly, but her heart suddenly felt like it was being grabbed.
The majestic man in the past is now skinny, with long wet hair stuck to his face, and his clothes are still dripping, making him very embarrassed.
If it weren't for Li Tai'an's support, I would have struggled to stand.
Ning Yan looked across the crowd and met Chai Ruru, grinning with a forced smile.