In the beginning of a poem of seven killings, I use the article to kill ghosts and gods

Chapter 43 What's wrong with the ghost messenger? Can't the ghost messenger write poems?

"Doesn't this talent-seeking literature club limit the status of the test companion?"

Xu Ye felt a little too much when Zhuangyuan Lang came to take the exam as a companion.

"The companion exam is only limited by age and number of times. Each person can only take the companion exam once, and the age must be under 20 years old. Other than that, there is no limit, as long as you have the ability to ask for it."

Lin Buyu smiled wryly and shook his head.

Xu Ye understood.

"Don't worry, even if you are the number one scholar, you may not be able to get the first grade. After all, this is a live question."

He continued to comfort Lin Buyu.

"Although Li Moyan was selected as the number one scholar based on essays and strategies, he is actually good at calligraphy and painting. He already had the title of little painting fairy five or six years ago. His paintings are collected in the palace. This simple He can't miss the painting."

Lin Buyu sighed.

"boom!……"

At this moment, a majestic aura spread in the scripture hall.

Xu Ye and Lin Buyu immediately looked up.

I saw that on Li Moyan's case, there was a simple and simple brush standing in the air, exuding bursts of majestic aura.

"It can attract the sacred creature to release the awe-inspiring aura of a square meter. The name of Li Moyan's painting must be Jiajia."

After seeing this scene, Lin Buyu sat down with a slumped face, then lowered his head unwillingly.

"Obviously it's only a little bit close..."

She murmured with a trembling voice.

The scene of Lin Buyu's lost expression happened to be seen by Liu Muxuan and Bai Zijin, and they looked at each other and smiled with excitement in their eyes.

Although Li Moyan's first-class painting caused an uproar in the entire scripture hall, this test is not over yet.

An old Confucian scholar surnamed Liang, holding a sacred relic, a brush, passed by the desks one by one.

As a result, not to mention letting the brilliance of the flower pen shine for more than ten feet, most of them didn't even respond, and the better ones just flickered.

Finally, the examiner surnamed Liang came to the table where Lin Buyu and Xu Ye were.

"Ok?"

The examiner surnamed Liang, who was already in a slump, regained his spirits after seeing the picture of the night moon on the table case, and then looked at the three characters "Lin Buyu" inscribed, and suddenly showed a sudden look.

"Girl, your painting is not bad, why are you missing a poem?"

Old Confucian Liang glanced at the brush in his hand, which was already bursting out with grandeur, and then looked at Lin Buyu with a puzzled expression.

"Old Liang, I don't need a poem for this painting."

Although Lin Buyu was full of unwillingness, he still shook his head stubbornly.

"If there is no poem inscribed, I can only give you the second class at most. Do you really stop thinking about it?"

Elder Liang asked with some doubts.

"no need."

Lin Buyu looked sad.

Because even if this painting got the first class, her ranking would be lower than Li Moyan and his companions, so it didn't make much sense.

"Examiner Liang, it seems that the time has not come yet?"

Just when examiner Liang nodded helplessly, and was about to pick up the brush in his hand to grade Lin Buyu's painting, Xu Ye suddenly interrupted him.

"There is indeed time for a cup of tea."

Old Confucian Liang nodded at Xu Ye.

"Xu Ye, don't cause trouble for Mr. Liang."

Lin Buyu shook his head at Xu Ye.

"Xu Ye, are you planning to come and write a poem for this painting?"

Before Xu Ye could explain, Liu Muxuan and Bai Zijin came here.

The test for the two of them has ended, and they have successfully won another first class. This time they will definitely be in the forefront.

"Sister Buyu, don't let her ruin this painting of yours. If you don't have a poem, you can still have a second class. If you have a poem, you may lose the second class."

Bai Zijin looked at Lin Buyu's picture of a moonlit night with half regret and half gloating.

"That's right, asking a ghost messenger to write a poem is a waste of the painting of the silent girl."

"The painting of the silent girl is very rare. If you can ask the master of the academy to write a poem, at least it will be worth a thousand gold."

"If ghost messengers can make good poems, I can become a saint."

Another group of scholars on the side also booed at this time.

Some of them are indeed kind, but most of them are out of contempt for Xu Ye's ghost status. In their opinion, the probability of ghosts writing good poems is lower than their chances of becoming saints.

"Miss Silence, I don't think you should write a poem. The Wenhui can come again. If this painting is destroyed, it will really be destroyed."

Hearing that Xu Ye's ghost messenger was identified by everyone, the old Confucian scholar Liang also persuaded Lin Buyu at this time.

"What's wrong with ghost messengers, can't ghost messengers write poems?"

Lin Buyu actually didn't intend to ask Xu Ye to write a poem at first, but so many irrelevant people suddenly came to persuade him one by one, and made all kinds of cynicism at Xu Ye. The more she listened, the more disgusted she became, and her rebellious heart suddenly When he got up, regardless of the identity of the old man in front of him, he immediately raised his mouth and said something.

"Xu Ye, you write, write with confidence!"

She picked up the pen on the table and handed it to Xu Ye.

Hearing this, everyone around was in an uproar.

Liu Muxuan and Bai Zijin were overjoyed, thinking that their aggressive tactics had worked.

Xu Ye, who didn't have time to say anything, looked at the pen that Lin Buyu handed over, and couldn't laugh or cry for a while.

"There's still time for a cup of tea, don't wait until the expiration date."

The Liang old Confucian scholar also put away his previous gentle expression at this time.

"Then shall I really write?"

Xu Ye took the pen and looked at Lin Buyu with a smile.

"Write!"

Lin Buyu's expression was still firm.

But when she saw that Xu Ye was about to write, a look of reluctance flashed in her eyes.

Although this painting was only made on the spot, it happened to fit her state of mind, and it was almost impossible to repaint exactly the same one.

Not only Lin Buyu himself, but many people also showed a look of unbearable expression when they saw Xu Ye's writing, especially the old Confucian scholar Liang.

People who love painting can't see the painting being ruined.

"and many more!"

At this moment, Li Moyan, who was originally standing behind the crowd, pushed aside the crowd and came up.

Seeing that it was Zhuangyuan Lang coming, everyone stepped aside and cast curious and puzzled looks at him.

"Is this your painting?"

Zhuangyuan Lang first saluted the old Confucian scholar Liang, and then looked at Lin Buyu and asked.

"Yes."

Seeing that the visitor was Zhuangyuan Lang, Lin Buyu seemed a little nervous.

"Tell him to stop writing, and after the essay meeting, I will personally come to help you write a poem for this painting."

Li Moyan said in a commanding tone.

"The number one scholar wrote a poem himself, and this painting will surely become a masterpiece!"

"There is a masterpiece at such a young age. After becoming a sage, it will be much easier to pass the sage's three tests."

"With a name, this painting has the possibility of becoming a sacred object."

As soon as he heard that Zhuangyuan Lang was going to write a poem for Lin Buyu's painting, the scholars around were in an uproar again, and their eyes were full of envy when they looked at Lin Buyu.

　a bad news.

　　The editor basically gave this book a death sentence because of the poor follow-up, sorry guys, I might have to cut it.

　　But don't worry, I have a manuscript for this part of the poetry meeting, and I will release it when the time comes.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)