Plane of Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 65 Attracted Several Adults to Compete
The officials sorted out the poem manuscripts and prepared to go down to call for people, but they found that the poem manuscript of Partridge Sky was not there, but it was put away by Cui Xuezheng.

Lynch jokingly said, "Brother Cui, why don't you let them take the manuscript and call someone."

Cui Shanfu said: "I don't give the original manuscript, so I'll write it again. In fact, I don't need to find someone with a poem. I can guess who wrote this poem now."

Prefect Lin was very surprised.

According to the rules of the Poetry Club, applicants cannot write their names, and the judges are purely based on poetry.

When the outstanding ones are selected, go down and find someone with poetry.

Three excellent poems and 36 masterpieces were selected at one time. No matter how good the brain is, it is impossible to remember so many poems.

Regarding Cui Shanfu's claim that he could guess who the author of the poem was, Prefect Lin was very curious, "Brother Cui actually knows who the student is."

"Hehe, Brother Lin actually knows him too, but I'll keep it a secret for now. When he comes up in a while, you will naturally know." Cui Shanfu said with a smile.

Others were also curious, but Cui Shanfu just kept silent. He has the highest official position here, so no one dares to press him.

Then Cui Shanfu got up, and before the copywriting of the Four Treasures of the Study was placed, he silently wrote down the partridge sky just now and handed it to the officials.

The little official came to the first floor with the manuscript of the poem, and the students downstairs all stared at him expectantly, hoping that he could read his poem.

The little official took out one, and read aloud: "The first sound of dew gnats, the loom is still urging weaving. Wu Xing is lazy and stands by the side of the Ming River. Which young master wrote this poem."

At this time, one of the people stood up, with a smile on his face, cupped his hands and said: "This poem was written by Xiaosheng, Xiaosheng Lu Nan."

"It turned out to be Mr. Lu. Mr. Lu's poems have been rated as excellent works, so you can go to the second floor."

Many people showed envious or even jealous looks.

The little official read one by one, and the person who was read stood up to claim his own poems, naturally showing joy.A total of 36 people finished reading, among them was Liu Su, an old acquaintance of Qin Guan.

Seeing that Qin Guan was not among the 36 people who could climb to the second floor, Liu Su felt joy in his heart. He looked at Qin Guan, with an unconscious look of mockery and contempt on his face. He made up his mind to wait for tonight. The Qixi Festival Poetry Contest is over, and everyone in Hangzhou must know that Qin Guan is a shameless dandy, everything he did before was obtained by cheating, and now he is finally exposed.

Qin Guan felt that someone was looking at him, turned his head to look over, saw that it was Liu Su, and didn't want to talk to him, but at this moment Liu Su said in a tone of pretended concern: "Brother Qin, it seems that there is no poem of yours, but you have been It’s a pity that the one known as Hangzhou’s “Little Poetry Immortal” doesn’t even enter the second floor.”

Qin Guan smiled impressively, "Thank you, brother Liu, for your concern. In fact, the poetry meeting is just a pastime. It's just for fun. Why bother too much. If you care so much, it's too utilitarian."

Qin Guan is not used to you, so he directly activates the irony skill.

And he also helped other people who were not selected to speak, which made Liu Su feel that he was not a human being inside and out.

Liu Su's face became ugly when Qin Guan said, "Brother Qin, you are a little poet, you have written good poems before, how can you fail?"

Qin looked at Shen Yichen who was sitting beside Liu Su. "Mr. Shen Yichen next to you is the number one talented person in Hangzhou. Didn't he not exist among the 36 people just now?"

Shen Yichen felt that the old god was there, drinking tea and watching the two bicker.In Hangzhou City, it is estimated that no one is unaware of the conflict between the Qin and Liu families.

Liu Su had a mocking expression on his face: "Brother Xing must have gone straight to the third floor, don't you think you can compare with Brother Xing?"

"Not necessarily incomparable."

The little official just read 36 poems, drank a sip of tea with some dry mouth, and said loudly again: "In addition to judging 36 excellent poems, three excellent poems were also judged this time."

Everyone turned their attention to the little official. The poem that was judged as excellent can be regarded as the top poem of the night. I don't know who wrote it.

Someone below began to discuss in a low voice, "Three songs were judged as excellent, I remember that in the first round last year, there were only two judges, and this year there are more."

"I don't know who can directly judge the best."

"I think one of them must be Shen Yichen."

"This is inevitable. If even the most talented person in Hangzhou can't enter, then who else can enter. Shen Yichen's poems last year went straight to the third floor."

"I'm more concerned about who the other two are."

"I think Zhu Lianshan and Peng Yue are very likely."

"I agree with Zhu Lianshan. I think the other person should be Jiang Lingyuan."

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Regardless of the whispered discussion below, the little official took out a poem and read it aloud: "Flying black magpies flying eastward and swallows flying westward. See you every year when you are full of water. Rush rain washes the incense car. The sky turns back to the river and the river is slanting. The sorrow of separation will last for thousands of years. Looking at each other from a long distance. It is not like the world. Looking back at Wanli Mountain."

As soon as the poem was finished, some people couldn't help but praise it for being well done.

The students below were talking even more, discussing poetry.

"Which son wrote this poem?" the little official shouted, and everyone's eyes were also looking for it in the crowd.

At this time Shen Yichen stood up, and said in a very calm tone: "This is what I did."

"So it's Mr. Shen. No wonder he can write such good words. You can go straight up to the third floor for Mr. Shen's poetry evaluation, and drink with you adults, doctors, and elders," said the little official.

"Thank you." Shen Yichen just replied lightly, not showing how excited he was about this kind of thing.

"I said that Shen Yichen must go straight to the third floor. His poem is really well written. It seems that Shen Yichen's literary talent has increased again."

"Perhaps Shen Yichen will be the leader of the Tanabata Poetry Club tonight."

"He was the leader last year. Is he preparing to win consecutive championships?"

Regardless of everyone's discussion, the little official recited the poem again, "I don't know what it means to lead the cow, so I have to invite the Weaver Girl to play with the golden shuttle. Begging every year for cleverness in the world, I don't know that there are too many cleverness in the world. Which young master wrote this poem. "

Another person stood up in the crowd. This person had big ears, giving people a very honest feeling, but he was not dull, but Qin Guan didn't know him.

"This is Xiaosheng's poem, Xiaosheng Cui Jian."

As soon as Cui Jiang finished speaking, the people seated next to him started to shout, "Brother Cui, I didn't expect your poem to be judged as excellent. I really admire it."

"I wanted to read your poems before, but you were too embarrassed to show them. It turned out that you were planning to make a blockbuster."

Cui Jianyao shook her head, "Suddenly I had an inspiration last night, and I was a little surprised when I wrote this poem.

The clerk coughed lightly and drew everyone's attention back.

Yang raised the poem manuscript in his hand and said, "This last poem for the praise of merit was scrambled by Master Xuezheng Cui, Master Li, and Dr. Yan. I will read it now."

Everyone was very shocked, what kind of poem actually attracted several adults to fight for it, and they didn't know who made it.

(End of this chapter)