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Chapter 488
In the middle of the sky, a thunderstorm suddenly subsided, washing out a piece of Xiaoxiang autumn.

Changhong hangs upside down outside the blue sky, and Baiyun walks up to the top of the green hill.

Wherever the green trees are singing birds, where the sunset leans against the building.

The Taoist lies drunk on the rock, regardless of the worries in the world.

Just walked to the Moon Cave Gate.

Suddenly I heard someone reciting his own work.

Loud.

Passionate like Hong Zhong.

The open space in this courtyard is deafening.

It's quite a bit like a recital competition.

Lin Hao looked up.

I saw it among the crowd.

He is a man about 27 or [-] years old wearing a long gown.

His face was full of pride.

The opponent's posture was quite good.

Keep your chest up.

One hand was raised.

After reading the poem.

He even bowed to everyone in a dignified way to thank them.

unknown.

Thought it was from ancient times.

This buddy is too deep into the drama.

Lin Hao shook his head as he watched.

But I never thought that other people around me would be like this.

They all gave warm applause.

"As expected of Master Yuan's number one disciple, Zhang Qi's poem is really good."

"Among the younger generation, in terms of poetry alone, no one should be his opponent."

"Almost, if he takes the second place, he really doesn't know who can take the first place. This guy has something in his stomach."

"This is an on-site creation, and the speed of thinking is too quick."

"No, how long has it been?"

"It's amazing, it's really amazing!"

"Zhang Qi is very likely to win the championship this year."

"Where is this? I have to look again. There are many amazing people."

There was a lot of discussion.

Some words of praise are also generous.

But it's not over yet.

Behind Zhang Qi.

Another woman with a gold frame and an intellectual face came out.

Also recite your own works.

Life is as long as a guest, and He Duxiang is definitely home.

Competing as if you live in whatever house you live in, looking at plum blossoms everywhere every year.

A seven-character quatrain emerged.

Talk about quality.

There is no difference from the other party.

Immediately there was another exclamation from the scene.

"I remember this is Mr. Zhou Tingyun's granddaughter Zhou Peiwen, right?"

"That's right, she is the youngest associate professor at Yinan Normal University."

"Associate professor? True or false?"

"Really, regardless of her age, she is quite good at literature."

"It's interesting. The smell of gunpowder is so strong at the beginning. This year's Mid-Autumn Festival poetry is absolutely beautiful."

"No, I have to guess the riddle quickly, Kejia Lianjie. What kind of word is this? I'm really unlucky."

"Haha, I thought of it."

Watching the attention just gathered being snatched away by the other party.

Zhang Qi couldn't help clenching his fists.

But then.

He was relieved again.

He glanced at Zhou Peiwen.

He smiled softly.

Then he stepped into the second small courtyard.

And this time.

Lin Hao led Yu Lanxin over.

Yu Lanxin handed the note to Liang Wei, the gate guard judge, and said the word "inkstone" at the same time.

Naturally, it passed without any suspense.

Lin Hao did so.

It's snowy.

Start showing off your talents.

"One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces."

Um.
Read the first sentence.

The two judges had no idea.

The surrounding crowd is also considered quiet.

Still can't see anything.

"Five six seven eight seven eight ninety pieces"

The second sentence comes out.

Liang Wei and another judge were a little confused.

His expression also began to become stunned.

No.

Let you write about snow
What are you doing here?

Give Snow Points?

It's not just the two of them who don't understand.

The literati around him also had their mouths twitching.

The way he looked at Lin Hao changed a bit.

This dude.
Your brain is fine.

This is a poetry conference.

What do you mean by running this one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eighty, ninety?
"Thousands of Countless Pieces"

Lin Hao ignored other people's looks.

He continued with a serious expression.

"puff!"

A buddy queuing up behind him has already endured the first two sentences.

I can't help it.

I laughed on the spot.

He opened his mouth.

The people nearby couldn't hold back anymore.

They broke down one after another.

Le was out of breath.

Let you write poetry.

You count.

play?

Don't say it.

It's so beautiful.

They live so big.

I have never seen anyone with such 'literary attainments'.

The sounds of joy one after another.

This is an unusual scene.

Immediately attracted the attention of other people in the distance.

Because Lin Hao recited in a low voice.

Some people didn't hear it.

He hurried over to ask what happened.

As a result, after learning about his poems.

Not happy.

The sympathy in those eyes.

It's like caring for mentally handicapped children.

"Is this also called poetry?"

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven? I can count the night."

"Where did this guy come from? Isn't he too funny?"

"You are young, what are you doing, looking for fun?"

"I'm not in a good mind. The judges for this level are Liang Wei and Zhao Qinglong. Even if they want to make a joke, they still score points. Did you find the wrong person?" "Hahahahahaha, it can make people laugh to death."

"It's the atmosphere group, but the force is a bit fierce."

"Look, the faces of the two teachers are all green."

at this time.

Liang Wei and Zhao Qinglong couldn't help but wonder if this person came here to make trouble.

It's a mask and sunglasses.

Is it possible to deliberately amuse them?

Just when the two were hesitating whether to interrupt him.

Lin Hao's last sentence just happened to be read out.

"Fly into plum blossoms and disappear!"

This is the finishing touch to the end.

But it made Liang Wei and Zhao Qinglong's expressions change.

Other knowledgeable literati also froze.

There are only a few little whites left who don't know why.

They can feel that the whole poem has undergone a slight change after this sentence.

But I don’t know the connotation.

"Wonderful."

"Good poetry."

"This guy has something."

"Tricked."

"Is this number a poem?"

"Today is an eye-opener."

"Excellent, the first two sentences are fictional, and the last two sentences are realistic. The contrast between fiction and reality creates a relatively fresh artistic conception." Liang Wei said with a bright eye.

"The first three sentences seem to be ordinary, but when it comes to the fourth sentence, the whole poem is pushed to the top of the strange peak at once with the appropriate movement and stillness!"

Zhao Qinglong also praised: "The whole poem is new and new, and it adopts the form of digital stacking. It is really surprising. From one to ten, from thousands to ten thousand, from ten thousand to countless, not only does it not feel cumbersome at all, but also The beauty of the scenery has been rendered and promoted layer by layer. Between the vast world, you can vaguely see the plum blossoms standing proudly in the snow, the snowflakes blending into the plum blossoms, and people blending into the snow and plum blossoms. What a masterpiece!”

The two judges explained it this way.

Those literati who were still in the stage of bewilderment suddenly became enlightened.

Looking at Lin Hao's eyes.

It also became unusual.

Fortunately they thought this guy was a Muggle.

As a result, they played a trick to win by surprise.

It's pretty awesome.

Not to be underestimated.

For everyone's curious eyes.

Lin Hao didn't have much thought.

After thanking Liang Wei and Zhao Qinglong.

Then he took Yu Lanxin to the second courtyard.

There is no rush to go through the clearance.

Instead, he watched the scenery here first.

Follow the undulating winding corridor of the water surface to go deeper.

There are many stone tablets carved with poems on the wall.

"The water is drying up, and the lotus leaves come out of the ground to find their feet, and Yinlie sits under them."

"The green leaves are blowing cool, the jade face sells wine, and the wild cattail rain is sprinkled, shaking sweetly, and the cold fragrance flies to the poem."

"Green cover pavilion, lover disappears, fight to endure Lingbo to go"

"Worrying into the westerly wind at Nanpu, the tall willows hanging down the shade, the old fish blowing the waves, let me live among the flowers"

The garden owner seems to have a soft spot for Jiang's Ci.

Most of the scenery names in the garden are taken from them.

Go forward again.

It is the retreat cottage in the main hall of the garden.

See the inscription introduction.

Most of the buildings here are in the shape of mandarin ducks.

But Lin Hao and Yu Lanxin couldn't go up to look down.

So I can't feel anything.

In front of the thatched cottage.

It is a low-priced platform.

stand in front of the stage.

The beautiful scenery in the courtyard is as far as the eye can see.

According to Lin Hao's analysis.

The place where you are currently standing.

It should have been used as a stage in ancient times.

Because a pool of lake water in front can serve as the largest resonator.

The audience can be scattered in many places such as boats, pavilions, pavilions, and platforms.

Viewing angles are clear.

The joy is endless.

"After all, it was the ancients who enjoyed it. The life they lived in these small days was infinitely better than most people today."

Old landlord style building system.

Lin Hao looked envious.

There really is a kind of leisurely feeling like "a pot of tea will bring you a fleeting time, and half a volume of idle books will comfort your life".

"I feel the same."

Yu Lanxin said slowly: "This person only has money to build such a large courtyard. If he is an ordinary person, he may not be able to live in it for the rest of his life, and it will even be more miserable."

"That's right, reincarnation is a thing that pays attention to metaphysics."

Lin Hao nodded and smiled approvingly: "Go, then go to the front and have a look."

"it is good."

Yu Lanxin let him hold her hand.

In the sky.

As time progresses.

The sun has gradually become restless.

However, in this shady courtyard.

But he couldn't feel the slightest heat.

Next to Tuisi Thatched Cottage.

It is a small piano room.

But there were no instruments in it.

Empty.

However, he walked to the edge of this piano room.

Swaying in the green leaves.

The light and shadow are whirling.

But from a distance, the Mianyun Pavilion towering over the mountain can be seen.

It seems to rise from the ground.

The pavilion is surrounded by lake stones.

One builds two views.

Very rare.

Enough of the sights.

Lin Hao and Yu Lanxin came to the Moon Cave Gate again to continue fighting.

The second level seems to be more difficult than the first level.

They walked around for about 15 minutes to 10 minutes.

At first glance, there are actually hundreds of people here, thinking hard.

Draw questions.

Unfold.

Lin Hao took a look and was immediately happy.

"what happened?"

Yu Lanxin didn't know why, so she looked over and said in surprise, "Is the word 'xue' the subject again?"

"This luck, no one else."

Lin Hao asked, "What about yours?"

Yu Lanxin opened it.

I saw that it said 'a hundred years ago it was grass, and a hundred years later it was wood. '

"Have any ideas?"

Lin Hao was not in a hurry to point it out.

enough time.

You can let Yu Lanxin try it for herself.

This has the thrill of participating in the game.

"Not yet, let me think about it."

Yu Lanxin frowned and began to think.

Lin Hao just put aside and watched her quietly.

(End of this chapter)