The joy lasted for several days. As there were fewer and fewer women on the stage, the mood of the audience watching the fun became more and more exciting!
There are only nine women left. Here, they will decide the last three winners; in fact, it is the last three winners of Fang District, and these women are just the representatives of Fang District, with less than half of their strength.
Their beauty is mostly due to the large number of scholars in the area.
In Taigu, there is one thing that Lou Xiaoyi admires very much. The Taoists have not completely turned their rule into a pure cultivation system that focuses on cultivation. They have a good balance, and the practitioners have advanced, scholars, businessmen,
They also have their own social status, which is not easy.
Just for this reason, Lou Xiaoyi is willing to help them maintain this system for a longer time, because he cannot imagine what such a beautiful world will look like after adding Buddhist elements.
At least, the pink skeletons will never have such an opportunity again, right? Life will lose its original color...
The nine women are basically all in their twenties and eighties. Youth is the most youthful period in a person's life. They cannot be said to be stunningly beautiful, but they have an overflowing youthful atmosphere that makes the crowd below go crazy.
Nowadays, the competition is no longer about the beauty of women, but purely a competition between districts, with no one giving in, which makes no sense.
Among the nine people, only one looked slightly embarrassed. She was very beautiful, but she was a little older and plump... In fact, she was not that much older, but there was a man in his 20s and a group of 28-year-olds.
There are some differences between girls. Plumpness is not bloated, it's just that it's as big as it should be...
This is a representative selected by the official district in the city. For a well-established and powerful family, it is of course impossible for their wives, concubines, and family members to be invited to participate in this kind of folk entertainment. This is a matter of face! Of course, it is impossible to recommend a maid.
Yes, because it does not represent the authentic bloodline of Guanfang District!
So I found a newly widowed widower. He had his identity and appearance, but he had no support, so he had to stand up and be judged by others.
Things like this purely depend on your mentality. If you think this is a game between neighbors, then naturally let it go. If you let it go, it will become more and more beautiful. If you regard all this as a humiliation, then it will be more beautiful.
The more restrained you are, the more petty you become, a vicious cycle.
The reason why she has reached this point is not because of the exquisiteness of the poems written for her, but because she comes from the official district and cannot be eliminated prematurely! But this is the most that she can get to, and then she will be the real one.
Competition is the best opportunity for civilians to ignore the powerful. Face, that's it!
It is precisely because everyone understands the key to this that we have reached this point. The eight girls next to me have contributed countless poems, but she has none. Firstly, there are few people in Guanfang District, and secondly, since she knows
She was destined to be eliminated, so who would want to give her a speech in vain and be embarrassed? Even the shills who wrote the speech for her at the beginning have changed their jobs, and no one paid attention to her embarrassment.
This is a happy day, of course you should have fun and don’t embarrass yourself!
No one thought there was anything wrong with this. Choosing such a woman from Guanfang District to participate meant a certain result.
There are also endless poems and poems presented, targeting the eight young and beautiful girls. When they meet a good poem, the host will chant it loudly, winning bursts of applause from below. It must be said that the Taigu people's literature
People who are highly educated can judge the good and the bad without being taught by others. They all have their own fair evaluations.
Among the crowd, Lou Xiaoyi, who was not noticeable, sighed! Of course it was not because he felt pity. He had been practicing Taoism for more than 800 years and had killed people without calculation. He no longer knew what it meant to be soft-hearted. It was impossible to express emotion just because of this little incident in the mortal world!
What he saw was, deep in the woman's wide sleeves, against the whiteness of her white wrists, a small string of faint Buddhist bead bracelets!
Buddhist beliefs are so pervasive! When people are frustrated, they will immediately find sustenance through this!
He believes that this is not organized. Under the blockade of Taoism and the real isolation of the four-season barrier, there cannot be an organized belief system. I am afraid it is just scattered and specious, like the seeds of dandelions, which appear randomly. It floats in the wind and takes root immediately, making it impossible to prevent and disinfect!
This is not an isolated case, there are countless others, which is the deep-seated reason why Taoists dare not reset the four seasons; where is the paradise where everyone is happy? This is the reason why Buddhism is widely planted in the mortal world! Even if Taoism has done its best in the governance of the mainland
He tried his best and even gave up the right to regard Taoism as the only level of advancement in this continent.
He watches the fun sincerely and joins in the fun. He can't control all the people who are feeling disappointed and looking for sustenance, but at least he can control the one in front of him.
He took a piece of rice paper that could be seen everywhere in the venue and thought about what he was going to copy from his limited past life memory... In this last round, the title of the poem was to praise the beauty of a woman, which was the simplest and most direct.
, the most important thing,
It's just that in the Taigu area, the people are loyal, conscientious, simple and kind. The metaphors in their poems and poems are all based on plants and insects that are close at hand in life. They are rustic, appropriate and vivid!
In such a literary atmosphere, it is inappropriate to plagiarize those exquisite poems from previous lives. They appear artificial, pretentious, and unnatural. If you want to copy them, you can only copy them... Unfortunately, he has never memorized a complete poem!
...Finally, the talents of the talents dried up and ran out of words. The snow-like poems that had been written before gradually stopped and continued. Each woman was sent at least dozens of poems, and the old scholars selected those with beautiful words.
The ones with far-reaching artistic conceptions and unique approaches are chanted one by one. The higher the cheers that woman gets, the more likely that woman is to become one of the final three winners.
Only the slightly older and somewhat at a loss young woman was still standing on the stage enduring the embarrassment and hoping that it would end soon. But fortunately, she did not get nothing. After all, there was still a poem sent to her.
beside.
A song is not even a fraction compared to others, but it has extraordinary meaning to her!
That’s respect! That’s recognition!
Finally, an old scholar couldn't bear it, so he picked up the rice paper placed next to her, looked at it, thought about it, read it again, and tasted it again. His beard curled up,
When the surroundings are a little quiet, I can't help but chant loudly:
The hands are like catkins, the skin is like gelatin, the collar is like a cricket grub, the teeth are like gourds and rhinoceros, the head is like a moth and the eyebrows are moth-like, the smile is charming, and the beautiful eyes are looking forward to...
Are you beautiful? The translated meaning is: You are so beautiful, your hands are as soft as thatch, your skin is as delicate and smooth as lard, your neck is like a long and white meat worm, and your teeth are as neat as particles.
gourd seeds, your forehead is like a cicada's head, your eyebrows are like a flapping moth's whiskers...
