Through the Swordsman

Chapter 101 Flower Fair (3) (1)
"Junior brother, you really want to go up." Seeing Yue Feng put Shu Qi down and walked forward, Linghu Chong couldn't help being slightly taken aback, and hastily shouted.

Yue Feng nodded seriously, and continued walking.As he stepped forward, everyone unconsciously gave way and let him go.The reason is that one is that his appearance is indeed extraordinary, and the other is that the incomparably confident temperament exuded from his body makes people involuntarily back away.

Just when he got off the stage, Yue Feng had already attracted the attention of many people, especially those young girls who couldn't help but stare in their eyes when they looked at him.On the contrary, he also became the object of hatred of those young men.

Yue Feng unconsciously developed a kind of nervousness, as if he went to the university alone to go to the podium in his previous life.Moreover, his palms were slightly sweating.After taking a few deep breaths, Yue Feng relaxed a little.At this time, he, after all, has already experienced many things, he will no longer be as timid as before.Now that he has made up his mind, there is no reason to back down.After hesitating for a moment, he walked towards the stage.

"Master brother, that's not right, where is Senior Brother Feng going?" Lu Hou'er was slightly surprised when he saw that Yue Feng was walking towards the stage instead of guessing riddles off the stage, and pulled Linghu Chong and whispered: "It's not that you only need to be in the audience to guess lantern riddles. How did he go up? Could it be that he wants to match the pair."

Linghu Chong was also slightly taken aback, and looked up.But when he saw Yue Feng said a few words to the old man, the old man's face changed slightly.Immediately afterwards, he greeted the rest of the people, and several celebrities on the stage also surrounded him.

"It's not like, I think Junior Brother wants to compose poetry." Linghu Chong hesitated for a moment, and said, "However, I don't think I've seen him write it before, could it be that he really knows how to do it?"

"Writing poems, no way?" Lu Hou'er's face changed slightly, and he said, "Brother, why don't we hurry up and slip away. Otherwise, he will be kicked off the stage later, and we will lose face along with him."

Thinking of the previous scene of being canceled by a group of people, Linghu Chong couldn't help but look a little more ugly.

In fact, he has no confidence in Yue Feng at all. After all, he has been together for more than ten years, and he has never seen Yue Feng write any poems.If Yue Feng suddenly knew how to write poetry, Linghu Chong wouldn't believe it.

After pondering for a while, Linghu Chong said in a low voice: "Then you get ready first, we will slip away as soon as we see something is wrong later. By the way, tell the other juniors to get ready."

"Then what about Senior Brother?" Lu Hou'er hesitated, and said, "Let's just leave him alone?"

"What does he do?" Linghu Chong curled his lips and said, "Don't just look at his handsome appearance, you will be deceived by him. In fact, he is the most cunning among us. Over the years, you have been under him Are you still at a disadvantage?" Speaking of this, Linghu Chong's voice was lower, and then he continued: "When something happens later, he will definitely be the first to run away and leave us all here."

Lu Hou'er's eyes flashed, Linghu Chong dared to make up bad things about Yue Feng behind his back, but he didn't have the guts.Lu Hou'er obeyed Linghu Chong's order, and was just about to get everyone ready, but he walked back and asked, "Then Master, Mistress and Junior Sister, we don't care about it."

"You can't die." Linghu Chong turned his face slightly, and quickly looked at Yue Buqun and his wife.The two looked at Yue Feng with serious expressions, as if they really believed that Yue Feng could make good works.Linghu Chong shook his head, and said: "Master and wife, let's ignore it for now. Others don't dare to underestimate the identities of the two of them at first glance, so they will cancel it. As for the little junior sister, she has the same habit as your senior brother. Don't Seeing her screaming just now is the most successful, and she will definitely run slower than you later. I didn’t see her eyeballs rolling around, so I guess I have already thought of a way out. But don’t worry, maybe the younger brother will really be able to do it later. Get a pot of peonies."

Lu Hou'er couldn't help being slightly taken aback when he heard this, wondering why Linghu Chong suddenly had confidence in Yue Feng.After a little thought, Lu Hou'er hesitated.After all, even though he has been in the Huashan School for nearly ten years, he really doesn't know much about Yue Feng.

At this time, Yue Feng was standing on the stage, holding up the pen, just after writing the word "Peony", a hesitant expression appeared on his face.Five or six poems about peonies flashed in his mind, but he didn't know where to start.In fact, there is no pressure in my heart to plagiarize Yue Feng, but I don't know which song to write is more suitable for the situation.

"Why, I can't write it. If you can't write it, go down early so as not to delay our time." It was a middle-aged man with a long beard and a sloppy face who spoke.His clothes were even more stained with oil.In Yue Feng's mind, the other party was typically a representative who didn't pay attention to hygiene, but in the society at that time, this was the expression of a celebrity.Of course, the so-called celebrity symbol is only for those who are knowledgeable. If it is an ordinary person, it is estimated that they will be regarded as beggars long ago.

This person was the most mean-spirited person, Yue Feng had started to be sarcastic when Yue Feng first came on stage.At this time, seeing Yue Feng pondering, he couldn't help but speak again.

"Brother Zhang, what's the rush." ​​At this time, another person began to rescue: "This little brother is just thinking about it for a while, maybe there will be a good masterpiece later, we still wait patiently. "

"Brother Wu is right." The scruffy-looking man surnamed Zhang cupped his hands and answered, his face still full of disdain.In fact, he was also somewhat nervous, really afraid that Yue Feng would write a good screenplay.It turned out that they agreed to be invited to come because they also took a fancy to the ten pots of exquisite peonies.

There are ten people in total, and there are ten pots of peonies in total. Once a pot is taken by others, one of them will return empty-handed.As a human being, he likes peonies the most, so he is absolutely unwilling to be taken away by anyone who can write good poems.

As for other people, they also have the same idea, so whenever someone writes a poem, they will try their best to join forces to belittle it.Of course, if a masterpiece really came out, these people would have nothing to say.After all, they are not those villains who think they are trying to gain money, and they have to speak more or less conscientiously.

Hearing the man's sarcasm, Yue Feng finally decided not to hesitate anymore, so he wrote down a poem from the memory of his previous life.

He had just written down a sentence, and the person surnamed Wu couldn't help but recited it.

"Several red clouds are still and do not fly, and they are full of fragrance and drunk with Chunhui. How much does the Eastern Emperor know about the rain and dew, and it was given to him before the wind last night."

This poem was originally the work of Feng Zhuoan, a poet of the Ming Dynasty.It's a pity that in this world, there is no such person as Feng Zhuoan, and even in the future, there will never be one.And these 28 short characters can be described as pearls of pearls, and when paired with Yue Feng's passable regular script, they complement each other even more.

When these 28 words came out, everyone on the stage couldn't help but fell silent.Just when Yue Feng was a little nervous, everyone started to applaud together.Constantly analyzing from various aspects such as the artistic conception and rhythm of the words, Yue Feng didn't understand what he heard.

Immediately afterwards, his poem spread to the ears of everyone in the audience, and everyone couldn't help but began to comment on the poem written by Yue Feng.

"Brother is really amazing." At this time, Yue Lingshan also guessed that Yue Feng must have written a masterpiece, and couldn't help but brow with joy, as if she wrote this poem herself.

In no time, the poem had reached Yue Buqun's ears.Yue Buqun slowly read the whole poem word by word, his face was full of shock, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.Originally he thought that even if Yue Feng could write, he would only write a very ordinary poem at most, but he didn't expect to be able to write such a good poem.

"I didn't expect Feng'er to have this kind of ability." Ning Zhong couldn't help but be filled with joy when he heard it, and said, "I don't know how many things he still has to hide from us."

"Yes, it seems that I can find something for him to do in the future." Yue Buqun also sighed, and said: "If you need poetry and songs in the future, you can give them all to him in the future." .”

"Why, senior brother, are you jealous?" Ning Zhong looked at Yue Buqun's expression and said, "If you want me to say, Feng'er is worse than you. Moreover, judging by his appearance, it's only a matter of time to go up this time." It’s just a momentary impulse. I’m afraid it will be very difficult for him to write poems in the future.”

Yue Buqun couldn't help but smiled wryly, but stopped talking.

At this time, after Yue Feng finished writing the poem, he wrote the words "Huashan Yuefeng" at the end, and then handed over the poem to other people on the stage for them to judge.

"In the old days, Bai Letian had a poem that said, 'The red peony in front of the melancholy steps, but only two branches are left late. In the Ming Dynasty, the wind should blow it all away, and the night will look at the red peony'. Compared with this poem, I think it is not bad at all. It is indeed a rare masterpiece describing peonies, which is enough to be passed down through the ages." Soon, one person praised it.

"It's extremely high-level, especially the sentence 'Hanxiang makes drunk Chunhui', it's really wonderful."

"..."

Yue Feng didn't care what they were talking about anymore, he didn't quite understand anyway.He just looked at the ten pots of peonies, not knowing which one to choose.

But seeing the old man looking at the signature left by Yue Feng, his face was full of strange colors. After a while, he opened his mouth and said: "It turns out that it is Yue Shaoxia from the Huashan School. He has admired him for a long time. Come, give the potted flower to Yue Shaoxia send over."

Yue Feng was slightly taken aback, but saw a woman walking up to the stage and took out a pot out of ten pots of peerless peonies.There are seven red flowers on this potted flower, each of which grows very evenly, and the distribution of the positions is even more interesting.From a distance, it looks like a red cloud.Even the stamens in the middle are not white, yellow or light yellow like ordinary peonies, but pink, which is really an anomaly among peonies, no wonder it can be called a unique product.

Just as Yue Feng wanted to change a pot, he suddenly remembered the poem he wrote just now.The opening line of that poem is "Several red clouds are still and do not fly", no wonder people misunderstand that he likes this pot.In fact, what he likes more is a pot of pure white peonies.Yue Feng had no choice but to walk down the stage with the potted flower.

He had just stepped off the stage and walked a few steps when he was suddenly surrounded by a group of young women.It turned out that they saw that Yue Feng was young, but his appearance was extremely outstanding.Even more valuable is the extraordinary literary talent.So when they saw him coming down, they gathered under the stage and blocked his way.

Yue Feng couldn't help being slightly startled, and wanted to turn around and go another way.But suddenly saw the chaos in these crowds, and then a group of male disciples from Huashan Sect rushed over.Then Yue Lingshan stopped him, only to hear Yue Lingshan shout: "Brother, come this way."

It turned out that Linghu Chong and Huashan disciples were just about to sneak away, but they didn't expect that Yue Feng really wrote a good poem, and even got a pot of exquisite peonies.He quickly changed his mind and came over to respond.In fact, thanks to them, otherwise Yue Feng would not have been able to escape.

After rushing out from the crowd, Yue Feng heaved a sigh of relief and handed the peony flower to Yue Lingshan.Everyone hurriedly watched this pot of peonies. Compared with the previous pot of peonies, this pot of peonies was obviously much stronger.Although the previous pot of peony was pretty, it was too gorgeous.On the contrary, this pot, although it is bright red, is extremely natural.Comparing the two, the superiority and inferiority are clearly distinguished.

"Brother, you know my favorite is purple, but why did I bring a pot of red. No, I have to change it." Suddenly, Yue Lingshan said to Yue Feng with a frustrated face.

(End of this chapter)