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"It seems that Brother Step has already made up his mind!"
Aside, seeing this, Kong Xueli couldn't help but show a strange light in his eyes, and praised.
Immediately, he also pulled out his 'little subject' from the red box¡ª¡ª
"Reunion!"
"Using the bright moon to write about reunion, this is the simplest theme It seems that my husband is lucky!"
Song Niang looked at the word "Reunion" on the note in Kong Xueli's hand, and couldn't help laughing.
Kong Xueli shook his head and said, "The theme is easy, but it is more difficult to write good poems and words"
"Song Niang believes in you"
Songniang smiled sweetly, and stared softly at Kong Xueli.
"Songniang" Kong Xueli's heart warmed, and she shouted emotionally.
"Ahem"
Seeing this, Bu Feifan rolled his eyes and coughed.
What the hell, would you like to sprinkle dog food with Jiang Zi? !
"Brother Yibu is laughing!"
Kong Xueli reacted and smiled awkwardly.
Songniang even blushed slightly.
"With"
At this time, a scholar suddenly gave a loud shout, left the wine table happily, walked to the side of the table with rows of pens, inks, papers and inkstones, impatiently took a copy of pens, inks, papers and inkstones, then picked up the pens and dipped them in the ink, quickly write up.
Apparently, there was an idea, and there was a draft of poetry.
Soon, a five-character poem was written under his pen.
However, it is a pity that the scholar finished writing the whole poem, and there was no vision vacated. Obviously, this is just a bad poem.
At the moment, the scholar looked very frustrated.
Immediately afterwards, several scholars had thoughts one after another, and they went to the desks on both sides that looked like a long dragon, on which were placed many pens, inks, papers and inkstones, each took their pens, inks, papers and inkstones, and began to write quickly up.
However, none of the poems written by these scholars had visions. Obviously, none of the poems they wrote had been recognized by the "Tai Xue Dao" in the dark!
Afterwards, one after another, the scholars present gradually got their drafts, walked to the desks on both sides one after another, took pens, inks, papers and inkstones, and began to write according to the 'themes' they had drawn.
For a while, the scene gradually became a little quieter. Everyone at the wine table looked at the scholars standing by the desks on both sides, writing hard, with a hint of curiosity and interest in their eyes.
It seems that they are all looking forward to the appearance of the first entry poem, and seem to be curious who will write the first entry poem!
Boom!
I don't know how long it has passed, a Jinyi scholar just wrote the first sentence.
A white light immediately jumped out of his paper, flying in the air and forming a vision.
Although this vision is relatively vague, it also means that if the poem written by Jin Yi Scholar is not written later, it will definitely be a good poem!
However, if the brocade-clothed scholar collapses the following verses, then the vision will also shatter, and become a poor poem.
After all, to enter a poem, it is necessary for the content and artistic conception of all the lines of a poem to be recognized by "Tai Xue Dao". But the writing in the back is too poor to be recognized by "Tai Xue Dao", then this whole poem cannot really become a good poem after all!
"Is the first entry poem going to appear?!"
"I hope he won't write about Beng in the future, otherwise it would be a pity!"
"That's the son of Yang Pianjiang's family, he's really extraordinary!"
"Mr. Yang's family has written quite a few first- and second-grade poems, but unfortunately, he has not been able to write third-grade poems, so he has not yet entered Taoism and become a Confucianist!"
"I don't know if I can compose a three-grade poem in one fell swoop this time, and enter the Tao"
""
For a moment, everyone's eyes were firmly on Young Master Jinyi.
Even the scholars who were writing hard around Mr. Jinyi stopped their pens unconsciously, and looked at him one after another.
These people looked at Mr. Jinyi with a hint of jealousy, anger, or envy in their eyes!
"The first entry poem is about to appear!"
"This boy is not bad. It won't be long before he will be able to enter Taoism and become a Confucianism cultivator!"
""
On the high platform, Liu Shifeng and others also looked at Mr. Jinyi, and nodded in approval with satisfaction.get up.
For a moment, Young Master Jin Yi was as dazzling as stars holding the moon.
Boom!
However, just as Young Master Jinyi wrote the second sentence, on the other side, there was also a white light flying out from the pen of a Confucianism cultivator in the "Tongshengjing", and it turned into a vision in the air.
Suddenly, it attracted the attention of many people¡ª¡ª
"Look, there is also a vision that has vacated over there!"
"Another poem that may be entered is about to be born?!"
"That's the son of the royal family, self-taught, and he was absorbed by the Imperial Academy of Yu State not long after he entered Taoism!"
"
"Buzz"
Soon, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Mr. Jinyi finished his poem.
In an instant, two 'Echoes of Confucianism' resounded in the void, and immediately after that, two gloomy literary spirits fell from the sky and fell into the body of Young Master Jinyi.
However, the Wen Palace of Mr. Jinyi has not yet been opened, and these two small streams of writing energy cannot enter the Wen Palace. Therefore, these two streams of writing energy only stayed in Mr. Jinyi's body for a moment, and then turned into wisps of strength and dispersed.
And the vast majority of the literary energy is floating in the air, and only a small part is integrated into the body of Mr. Jinyi, nourishing his body, and achieving some functions of strengthening the body!
"well"
Seeing this, Young Master Jin Yi gave a bitter smile.
After all, it is still one step away.
"Unfortunately, I still haven't reached the third rank!"
"Although it has not reached the third rank, it has entered the rank, and it is the first poem in this essay meeting. This is enough for Mr. Yang to become famous in Shouyang City!"
"indeed!"
""
The surrounding audience sighed.
"Buzz"
In the next second, the 'Tongshengjing' Confucian cultivator on the other side also finished his poem.
Immediately, the echo of Confucianism sounded in the void again, and it also sounded twice.
This Huo Ran is just a 'poem of the second grade'!
Seeing this, everyone expressed envy and sighed for a while.
Next, with the beginning of these two people, soon, several scholars and Confucianism Cultivators wrote excellent poems one after another.
However, most of them were first or second grade, and only one Confucianism cultivator with extraordinary talent in the "Xiucai Realm" wrote a poem that could reach third grade!
"Brother Step, have you thought about the draft?!"
A quarter of an hour later, in the corner, Kong Xueli looked at Bu Feifan and asked suddenly.
"Forget it!"
Bu Feifan slightly nodded and said with a light smile.
"Brother Kong is talented!
Kong Xueli smiled slightly, and turned around, "It just so happens that Kong also has a manuscript, why don't we go together to get a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and write out the poem?!"
"good!"
Bu Feifan nodded, and walked hand in hand with Kong Xueli to the desk on the left.
At this time, most of the people present have already written their poems, so there are many vacant desks on the left and right sides.
Soon, Bu Feifan and Kong Xueli went straight to find a vacant desk, took a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, began to pick up the pen and ink, put the pen on the paper, and started writing!
"Quiet Night Thoughts"!
Standing by the desk, Bu Feifan picked up the pen and put down the paper, and mentioned a poem title without hesitation.
Immediately afterwards, the ink pen in his hand was like a dragon and a phoenix dancing, and quickly wrote down the first line of verse¡ª¡ª
"Before the bed bright moonlight!!"
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