Douluo mainland: fox demon and little matchmaker

The beauty on the stage said into the microphone: "Dear literary giants, my daughter's name is Peony. I will host this poetry conference. Next, I will come up with a topic and everyone will write poems around this topic. If anyone's If you can surpass the others in poetry, you can get the title of Furong Talented Scholar! You know, the title of Furong Talented Scholar is the highest honor for a man of letters."

Peony's eyes looked around the audience: "It's late autumn now. This poetry competition will be titled 'Autumn'. Whoever writes the best poem will win the championship."

"I have a poem here!"

As he finished speaking, a middle-aged fat man slowly walked out of the crowd and climbed onto the ring.

Suddenly, everyone's eyes were full of surprise, focusing on the fat man!

The title has just been spoken and the poem has been composed?This, is this too fast? !

Everyone was curious and wanted to hear what poems he could write.

Peony on the stage was also shocked, smiled slightly and said: "Then please write a poem."

The fat man nodded, was silent for a while, shook his head and said: "I drank too much in the autumn night. I woke up this morning and felt like vomiting. Although I was depressed, I also felt countless emotions..."

After reading it, the fat man couldn't wait to ask: "Peony Beauty, this poem of mine is very artistic. Is it expected to become the first?"

puff..

As soon as she finished speaking, Xiao Xi couldn't help spitting out the candied haws, and smiled and said: "Haha, sir, this man's poems are so interesting... Is this a limerick, haha."

At the same time, there was laughter all around.

"Oh, I'm so happy. What kind of bad poem is this? Haha."

"This guy is still drunk. Do you still want to take first place?"

Peony on the stage also pursed her lips and smiled, and said to the fat man: "Master, please go and wake up at the bar first."

After the words fell, only two strong men were seen, rushing to the ring, kicking the fat man and knocking him down.

Is this poetry conference child's play?This fat man is just here to cause trouble. The two sentences he just read are not even limericks.

This time, no one dared to come on stage rashly.

After a few minutes, finally, a middle-aged man wearing a robe and mandarin jacket slowly walked onto the stage.

This middle-aged man wears gold-rimmed glasses and looks like he has some literary talent.

"Isn't this Wu Zhi?"

"Wu Zhi, the great writer in Furong City! He is really talented!"

"Wu Zhi!"

Some girls were so excited that they covered their mouths and exclaimed.This Wu Zhi is a famous talented person nearby.The poems are written correctly and are absolutely top-notch.

Peony on the stage looked Wu Zhi up and down and said softly: "Sir, please write a poem."

"Yeah." Wu Zhi nodded, picked up the microphone, took two steps on the stage, and slowly said:

“The sound of wind and snow in autumn is three-quarters deep into the bones, and seven-cent is filled with moonlight.”

"It's not easy to say that I'm sad. It's hard to sleep every night. I just think the night is still young."

"Wow!"

When the voice fell, the whole audience exclaimed!

Good poetry, really good poetry!In less than a quarter of an hour, he was able to compose such a good poem. This Wu Zhi has such profound literary skills!

Accompanied by a burst of applause, Wu Zhi smiled, picked up the microphone and asked: "I want this year's championship. I accept the title of Furong Talented Scholar. Which brother is dissatisfied and can beat my poem?" "

For a time, tens of thousands of people in the audience looked at each other in shock.No one dared to go on stage.

To be honest, Wu Zhi’s poem is really impeccable!No one wants to go on stage and humiliate themselves.

"Sir!" At this moment, Xiao Xi pulled Yue Feng's arm: "Sir, go up and try."

The young master's poems before were even better than those of Elder Wenzong!Today's poetry conference, Xiao Xi really hopes that the young master can show off his talent again.

Yue Feng didn't want to go up, but looking at Xiao Xi's expectant eyes, he nodded: "Okay!"

After the words fell, Yue Feng squeezed into the crowd and walked onto the ring.

"Brother, what are you doing on stage? This is a poetry conference, don't make trouble." At this moment, Peony on the stage looked at Yue Feng and said, his face full of displeasure.

This guy looks unattractive and wears strange clothes. He should be a part-time actor in the movie studio.He came on stage to cause trouble, right?

Yue Feng was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "I'm not causing trouble, I want to write poetry. My name is not brother, my name is Yue Feng."

What?

This guy wants to write poetry?

Hahaha...

Is this kid too tired from playing small roles during the day and has something wrong with his brain?

Listening to everyone mocking Yue Feng, Xiao Xi couldn't help but stamp her feet and turned around and shouted: "You can't laugh at my young master. My young master is very talented. You may not be able to compare to the poems he wrote..."

Peony on the stage also smiled lightly and said: "Okay, brother, then you can compose poetry. But don't blame me for not reminding you, if you come to cause trouble, the consequences will be serious."

Yue Feng was too lazy to speak. He saw a brush placed in a corner of the arena. Yue Feng walked over directly, picked up the brush and dipped it in ink.

"Brother, what are you doing with the brush? Put it down!" Mudan walked up on high heels. She was already sure that this boy was here to cause trouble.

At this time, there was also a commotion in the audience. Someone actually came to make trouble at the triennial poetry conference?

Yue Feng smiled and walked to the stone tablet on the ring.

The stone tablet is more than three meters high. It originally had several big characters written on it: Poetry Conference, Friendship with Poems.

Yue Feng held the brush and waved his hand. The brush flew on the stone tablet and wrote a poem!

"What are you doing? Someone, someone is making trouble. Someone..." Mudan shouted, but then her voice stopped abruptly!

"This boy... his words are good." At this time, I only heard someone in the crowd say this.

You can see that Yue Feng's handwriting is elegant and highly ornamental. Even if it is done by a calligraphy master, it can only be like this.

When Yue Feng was in school, his family hired a calligraphy master to teach him calligraphy.

Although I haven’t written for several years.

But the moment he picked up the pen, Yue Feng suddenly found the feeling.

Everyone's eyes followed Yue Feng's pen movement!Finally, Yue Feng wrote the entire poem on the stone tablet.

After writing the last word, Yue Feng threw the brush onto the ring, then took Xiao Xi's hand and turned around to leave!

After Yue Feng left, the 10,000+ people present looked at the stone monument without blinking!

I saw four sentences written on the stone tablet with flying dragons and phoenixes!

Peony on the stage trembled her delicate body, opened her red lips slightly, and read Yue Feng's poem.

"Withered vines, old trees, faint crows."

"Little bridge and flowing water."

"The ancient west wind thin horse."

"The sun sets."

"Heartbroken people are at the end of the world!"

Sunset, heartbroken people in the horizon!

Whoa!

At this moment, the whole city was completely boiling!

Good poetry, unparalleled good poetry in the world!

There is not a single word 'Autumn' in the whole poem.But there is autumn mood and autumn wind everywhere!

Everyone recited this poem silently over and over again, and each and every one of them felt indescribably intoxicated!

Mudan felt that her legs were weak. She stared at the stone tablet and couldn't say a word for a long time!

"That younger brother just now... no, that great writer Yue Feng just now!" Mudan stamped her feet anxiously and looked around, where was Yue Feng anywhere?

"He seems to be gone..."

"That Yue Feng just now is really a Poet Immortal. It's not an exaggeration to call him a Poet Immortal!"

Everyone in the audience burst into heated discussions.

Peony bit her lip tightly and walked off the stage on high heels.No matter what today, we must find Yue Feng!The champion of this poetry conference must be him!

Mudan regretted endlessly. That Yue Feng was obviously a peerless talent, but she called him brother...

"Please give way, please give way." Mudan blushed and walked through the crowd, looking for Yue Feng all over the city.