"Today's literary conference will be held in Xuemei Tower. According to past practice, the literary conference will write poems with the two characters 'snow' and 'plum' as the themes to see who can write the most talented poems." Wang Run said to everyone: "Of course, since it is a literary society, in addition to poetry, you can also write articles, but articles are really a huge challenge for the students of Hanyi Club, so for the sake of fairness,
Let’s lower the difficulty appropriately and just write poems.”
"Okay! Just follow what Brother Wang Run said."
"We have absolutely no opinion."
The students of Jieying Club readily agreed.
On the other side of Hanyi Club, you look at me and I look at you, and you don’t know what to say.
"Hey... we are all defeated anyway, so just let them be happy."
"Hurry up and end this cultural gathering and go home. This is really a shame."
"Damn it! These guys are so abominable!"
Many Hanyi Club students were furious, but they had no initiative and were led by the Jieying Club.
Zhao Dongcheng added: "This literary meeting is the same as in the past. All of you Hanyi Club students can participate, and I, Zhao Dongcheng, will challenge all of you alone."
As soon as he said these words, Li Changsheng's clenched fists could not stop shaking.
Only one person from the Jieying Club came to select among their hundreds of students from the Hanyi Club.
Arrogant!
Too arrogant!
If Hanyi Club is lucky enough to win, it can certainly save some face.
If Zhao Dongcheng alone suppresses the entire audience, I am afraid that many students in Hanyi Club will completely lose their confidence.
"Brother Dongcheng, you underestimate Hanyi Club too much. Wang advises you not to overestimate your capabilities." Wang Run chuckled.
"I'm afraid it's not Zhao who overestimates his capabilities, but Hanyishe." Zhao Dongcheng said proudly.
Wang Run immediately said to Li Changsheng: "Brother Li, this Zhao Dongcheng is really too much. Your Hanyi Club must show him how powerful he is. Don't let Wang down!"
"We'll do our best."
Li Changsheng was so angry that he couldn't let it out.
"Okay, the cultural meeting begins."
After Wang Run finished speaking, the students of Hanyi Society immediately wrote poems in their seats.
After a while, many students' talents bloomed on their desks.
According to the strength of talent, the grade of poetry can be judged.
Zhao Dongcheng was not in a hurry to write a poem, but looked at the talented people on the table in Hanyi Club and narrowed his eyes slightly.
"The talent is one foot higher, and the poems are written out of the county. Yes, yes, but it is a pity that it is the work of a ninth-grade scholar."
"The talent over there is not strong, and when they get together, they break up. It's difficult to even leave the county, haha..."
"Huh? Brother Li has also started creating?"
After Zhao Dongcheng finished mocking the others, he looked at Li Changsheng with contempt in his eyes.
I saw that Li Changsheng's desk was as tall as two and a half feet tall, gathering together without scattering, and the light flowing.
“Dafu is average!”
Zhao Dongcheng exclaimed, but when he thought that Li Changsheng was an eighth-rank candidate, he laughed even more crazily.
"Haha... I read that right! A dignified eighth-grade candidate can't even write a Mingzhou poem. It really makes me laugh!"
"Haha..."
The students from Jieying Club also laughed. Theoretically speaking, writing poetry and lyrics requires inspiration. When inspiration comes, you can naturally write a good poem or article.
It is not surprising that even a qualified person cannot write Mingzhou poetry without inspiration.
But they just want to laugh.
"Damn!"
Li Changsheng was in a difficult mood. He couldn't write a satisfactory poem, but he was so ridiculed by Zhao Dongcheng that he was so angry that he couldn't help but curse.
Wang Run was completely relieved at this time and began to write his poems.
After a while.
The talent that is nearly three feet high bursts out on the desk.
Everyone's eyes immediately looked over, and everyone exclaimed.
"Zhao Dongcheng's talent is better than that of Li Changsheng, and he is the best in Dafu."
"Brother Dongcheng's poems surpass those of Hanyishe, I admire him."
The students of Jieying Society smiled. After all, they had expected this result.
"We won, our Jieying Society won."
Zhao Dongcheng said proudly: "Jie Yingshe has surpassed Hanyishe for four years, setting the latest record, haha..."
The other side.
Du Ning came to the desk. He glanced at Zhao Dongcheng, thinking deeply.
This is a world of scholars, but there is no history on Blue Star.
In other words, there are no Tang poetry or Song lyrics in this world.
If the poems written by the predecessors on Blue Star were copied here, maybe...
Although it is very unkind, I really can’t stand Zhao Dongcheng’s disgusting behavior.
"Sages from the Tang and Song Dynasties on Blue Star! Please lend me your power!"
Du Ning silently confessed to his predecessor, and then decided to try his own idea.
"What should I write about?"
Du Ning thought for a while and started writing.
"Yong Mei"
There are several plum trees in the corner,
Ling Han drove alone.
I know it’s not snow,
For the faint fragrance.
After the poem was completed, a talent that was more than three feet tall burst out, condensed into several plum blossoms, and bloomed on the desk.
This vision immediately attracted the attention of all the students.
"The vision of poetry is actually a vision 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 such a talented person!"
"Haha... Who dares to say that there is no one in Hanyi Club?"
The students of Hanyi Club were overjoyed, because they could vaguely see a glimmer of victory, and they could beat the chance of Jieying Club!
Li Changsheng was even more excited and extremely excited.
Mingzhou! A Mingzhou masterpiece written by Hanyishe students!
"This..."
Zhao Dongcheng looked at Du Ning, opened his mouth wide, and showed disbelief.
"A person who has not yet entered Confucianism and Taoism actually wrote a masterpiece about Mingzhou."
"This is impossible, absolutely impossible!"
"How could such a thing happen?"
The students of Jieying Society were also very shocked. They had never seen a student who was not a good scholar in Confucianism and Taoism, who could actually write such a good work!
However, the next moment, something happened that shocked everyone even more.
Suddenly, that pure talent poured into Du Ning's eyebrows.
Talent fills your body!
"Boom!"
A voice that spoke directly to the soul sounded in Du Ning's mind, and in the emptiness of the chaos deep between his eyebrows, a palace made of talents appeared.
Confucianism and Taoism are introduced, and the literary palace is opened up!
Entertaining Tongsheng!
Above the palace, a star is extremely dazzling, exuding pure talent to consolidate the shape of Wen Palace.
Du Ning took a closer look and found that it was actually a song "Yong Mei".
"The "Yong Mei" I just wrote turned into a star of talent. Does it mean that if I have creative works, it can turn into a star in the literary palace to provide me with talent?"
Du Ning was shocked, this golden finger is very good!
A poem "Yong Mei" has become a top-notch student. If all those Tang poems and Song lyrics are copied here...
