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Chapter 20
After Dongguo Sihai's poem "Red Plum" was written, the inspiration came to life, and the atmosphere of the audience was also mobilized.

Although many scholars feel that it is difficult for them to write such spiritual and divine poems, they are not discouraged and still write their best poems.

Communicate with each other and improve together.

Even Xiao Tong yelled not to write it, worried that it would be embarrassing, but he still wrote a small poem.

Young Master Li behaves frivolously, but after all, he was born in a scholarly family, under the influence of his ears and eyes, he is not a reckless person, he is still somewhat talented.

The poems written are quite satisfactory, not amazing, but not bad.

Many people have completed poems with the theme of 'Dongmei'.

Among the four young masters, Lin Shushu was the only one who didn't start writing. He was hesitating and hesitating all the time.

However, after all, he was a determined person with a serious face. He picked up the pen and it was covered with ink. When the tip of the pen touched the paper lightly, a scent of ink wafted, and a line of chic and elegant characters fell on the paper in an instant.

He also wrote a short poem.

The name of the poem is: Chun Xue.

Plum blossoms are like snow, and snow is like plum blossoms.

Dongmei's intention is snow and plum blossoms.

As Lin Shushu wrote, many people's eyes were attracted.

Especially Dongguo Sihai, whose eyes were shining brightly like electricity.

"My poems have reached the state where spiritual light is generated and floating shadows are empty. I don't believe he can surpass me."

"I wrote about plum blossoms, but Lin Shushu didn't dare to write any more, so he found another way and wrote "White Snow Among Winter Plum Blossoms", the poem is called "Chun Xue". "

After putting down the pen and stopping the chapter, everyone saw what was written on the paper:
Haruyuki:

The flying snow brought the spring breeze, and Pei Hui was in chaos.Jun looks like a flower place, but it is in the east of Weicheng.

After finishing the short poem, suddenly, a flash of spiritual light came out through the paper. The spiritual light condensed and slowly floated towards the top of the paper, one inch, two inches, three or four inches...

One palm is high!
Lin Shushu's breathing was rough.

Dongguo Sihai's eyes also froze.

The scholars present were also very surprised. They never thought that they could see two such excellent poems today.

Emmanuel generated!

Poetry floats in the sky!

After the aura floated to the height of a palm, it almost stopped moving.

"Whose one is better?"

Everyone stared at the aura generated by Lin Shushu's little poem, and felt a little nervous unconsciously.

Especially the girls covered with black veils who were originally sitting behind Mr. Li stood up, staring nervously at the bright brilliance.

at last!

That piece of aura once again increased by an inch!
It surpasses the height of the aura born from the poem Hongmei written by Dong Guo Sihai.

One palm and one inch high.

After reaching this height, this little poem about Haruyuki no longer produced any inspiration.

By an inch!
Dangerous and dangerous!

But even if it was an inch difference, the aura of Haruyuki surpassed that of Hongmei written by Dongguo Sihai.

Dongguo Sihai's bright eyes darkened.

Lin Shushu had a heart that almost jumped to his throat.

After seeing the aura that was one inch higher, the whole person trembled with excitement.

Thank goodness!

I performed supernormally today.

This spring snow is the best poem I have written since I was studying.

With this poem!
The leader of today's 'Dongmei' Poetry Association is definitely me.

Lin Shushu was in high spirits and high spirits.

From Lin Shushu's point of view, among all the scholars present, only the four masters have the deepest background, and only they can become his opponents.

For the rest, wait a minute!
The poems written by Xiao Tong and Mr. Li are very ordinary, and there is no inspiration.

Only the poems written by Dong Guo Sihai generated aura.

But the poem I wrote has more and brighter inspiration.

Lin Shushu smiled.

A white face with a bright smile.

Obtaining No.1 by stepping on a short poem that has generated aura, and winning the top spot will make Lin Shushu's reputation spread far and wide.

"Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, in Weicheng, there are really crouching dragons and hidden tigers, and every scholar is unfathomable." Mr. Li was also very surprised. He also did not expect Lin Shushu to perform supernormally under such circumstances. Write such a poem far beyond his actual level.

"Hongmei and Chunxue, each competing for their own talents, are great, great. When I was their age, I didn't have such talent. Today's young people are really amazing. The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and the new generation is better than the old. "Old Master Chen was wearing a blue robe, his face was very thin and slender, only a pair of eyes were piercing.

At this time, after seeing the Haruyuki written by Lin Shushu, he couldn't help applauding.

Mr. Lu from Sanwei Academy also nodded.

The poetry meeting has just started, and there are two excellent works like this, it is indeed a worthwhile trip.

"It is estimated that Lin Shushu is the leader of today's poems. His spring snow is so well written. It looks like a flower, but it is located in the east of Weicheng, and the other is in the east of Weicheng. Why is it not west of Weicheng and south of Weicheng? The north of Weicheng must be in the east of Weicheng?"

Mr. Lu stroked his long beard and commented slowly.

"With a single word, the artistic conception suddenly emerges. The beauty of this poem lies in the last two lines."

The first poems of Xiyuan scholars have basically been written.

The servants of Li's mansion have also arrived in front of the various scholars, sorting out the poems written by these scholars, and handing them over to Mr. Li, Mrs. Chen, and Mr. Lu after they are finished, for them to read and evaluate.

Looking at the two little poems that generate aura.

Yang Chen couldn't help being dumbfounded.

What the hell is this?

It's just writing a poem, and it doesn't seem so good.

Why is it glowing and floating?

What kind of situation is this?
The world of the Great Zhou Dynasty is so complicated, I feel like I can't understand it.

I don't know what will happen to the poem I chose once it is written?
The servants of Li's mansion had already arrived in front of Yang Chen, ready to take away the poem written by Yang Chen, but when they saw the blank paper in front of Yang Chen, their eyes could not help showing a little contempt.

"So it's a reckless scholar!" The man shook his head secretly, and gave Yang Chen a look of disdain.

Lin Shushu didn't know whether it was intentional or not, he glanced at Yang Chen as well.

A ray of sound transmission rang in Yang Chen's ears again.

"Yang Chen, don't you also claim to be a talented person in Weicheng, can't you write a small poem?"

Can't write?
Yang Chen glanced at Lin Shushu in surprise.

How does this person know that I can't write such a poem?

Stupid!
Brother is just picking poems, okay?
Since you wrote Haruyuki!

Since you mocked me!

Then I don't mind copying a song about Haruyuki hitting you in the face!
Hit your face with the same piece!

See if you are happy!
Then he picked up the pen and wrote the name of the poem on the paper.

Haruyuki!

(End of this chapter)