Changsheng: My qualifications improve a little bit every day

"That person is Fang Yue? It's really him!"

"How could he be here? A little country bumpkin, just a martial arts candidate, how could he be here?"

At this time, Wen Lan also saw Fang Yue, who was dressed in ordinary clothes, looked ordinary, and was ordinary, and was just a background board last year.

You know, although today is just a matchmaking event for the Wen family branch, which of the young talents who came here to participate is not a more outstanding young generation from the major families?

In other states of the Wei Dynasty, where can they gather so many young generations with both status and talent, and outstanding appearance.

But at this moment, in Wen Lan's eyes, Fang Yue, who was mixed in this group of people, was like a dog in a group of tigers.

It made people feel extremely weird.

"No, could it be that the person that the third uncle was talking about at that time was really Fang Yue."

At that time, Wen Lan didn't dare to believe it, but now seeing Fang Yue in the crowd, how could he not know that the person that the third uncle was talking about at that time was Fang Yue.

What is so special about Fang Yue? Isn't he just a country bumpkin? How could he be favored by the Third Uncle?

Wen Lan looked left and right but couldn't see what was so special or outstanding about Fang Yue.

Is he really extraordinary?

At this moment, this thought just came to her mind. Perhaps even Wen Lan herself didn't know that Fang Yue's image or impression had changed in her mind.

At the same time, there were more or less women of the Wen family behind the other bookshelves, observing the young man in the center of the venue.

"Okay, time is up. Let's not talk nonsense today. Let's start with you. Bring your poems and essays one by one and let us take a look."

Seeing that the incense stick had burned out, Wen Tailai opened his mouth and said.

No one present had any objection to Wen Tailai being the referee.

Don't look at Wen Tailai's big and strong body, dark and rough skin, like Li Kui.

But this man is also a great scholar of the time, and his writing style is unrivaled in the contemporary era.

He had also served as a Hanlin scholar in the court of the Great Wei Dynasty, responsible for compiling the Great Wei Wu Dian.

Therefore, no matter his literary talent, reputation, or status, even the heads of the major families had to treat him with courtesy. Moreover, he was the host of this event.

He was the one who held the final right of interpretation, so he was the referee, and who dared to object if he was not convinced!

Wen Tailai, no one came forward for a while after he finished speaking.

The first one was considered the first bird to come out, and was the most conspicuous.

If the article was not outstanding, it would immediately become the imaginary enemy of everyone else. And if the article was not outstanding, even if it was just an ordinary level. It would be laughed at by everyone.

Therefore, people who were not absolutely confident or had unclear thoughts would never dare to come forward first.

"Please, sir, take a look."

Sang Yue was not so lonely, he directly handed his written poems to Wen Tailai.

The decision was to start early and end early.

It was almost noon now. After he finished this, he had to hurry back to eat.

As the saying goes, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts.

Fang Yue was originally dressed in ordinary clothes and was not conspicuous among the children of aristocratic families. Others only thought that Fang Yue was a child of a ruined family and did not take him seriously at all.

Even if it was Wu Wende, even if he took action with Toroway, it was to eliminate some potential competitors. Even if it was Fang Yue, he was just caught by chance and was taken along.

Wu Wende never took people like Fang Yue seriously and did not think he was worthy of being his opponent.

Children of aristocratic families are high and mighty. Even if he is just a child of a side branch and is not valued among the Wu family. But the pride of a natural family is something that flows in the blood and cannot be changed.

At this moment, seeing that Fang Yue dared to be the first to hand in a poem, he noticed the current occasion, otherwise he would have scolded him long ago.

Who is this person?

What is his name? Which family is he from?

Why does he look so strange? As if I have never seen it before?

At this time, all kinds of thoughts came to the minds of other children of noble families.

Although these people were not good at speaking, their eyes were full of suspicion, contempt, sneers and other emotions, and they all looked like they were watching a joke.

At the same time.

Wen Tailai saw that the first person who presented the poem was Fang Yue, but he could not help but nod slightly, and then his eyes looked at the paper in his hand.

The handwriting on the paper was a little sloppy, almost not even neat. It showed that the writer's calligraphy skills were very poor, just like an ordinary child who had attended a private school for a few years.

Wen Tailai was a little disappointed when he saw this.

Originally, I thought that Fang Yue, since he was the supervisor of the Sitianjian, had cultivated to the Qi transformation realm of the Qi Refiner at a young age.

And Fang Yue was born in an ordinary family, so naturally he did not have enough resources. This shows that Fang Yue has a firm heart, and his talent is good enough and he works hard enough.

A simple background also shows that his background is clean enough.

In addition, it was recommended by an old friend, so Wen Tailai valued Fang Yue more.

That's why he told Wen Lan about Fang Yue. He didn't want his younger generation to miss out on a young man with potential.

However, when I saw the words on the paper handed over by Fang Yue, the scrawling was no better than that of a beginner.

This made Wen Tailai lose interest in reading any more.

When Dang even placed these pages on the table, if he hadn't given face to his old friend, he would have torn them up long ago.

Seeing this scene, the other children of the aristocratic families around them were all gloating at this moment. They didn't know that this guy who dared to be the first to hand in poetry must be a fool.

Otherwise, Mr. Wen Tai Lai Wen Da, who has always been mild-tempered, would not behave like this.

They know Wen Tailai's temperament. If he encounters good poetry and articles, he will definitely not put it down, even if he eats and sleeps.

And if he doesn't like a poem or essay, or if the quality of the poem is very poor, he will put the article on the table.

He didn't say any words of evaluation, others would already understand when they saw it. Doing this is not to hurt people's face and have some scruples.

'Sure enough, even Mr. Wen Da, who is so tolerant, can't stand the difference in his poetry level. ’

Seeing this, Wu Wende was glad that Fang Yue had not been ambushed by Luo Wei, and that he had become everyone's foil when he came here.

At the same time, even a few children from aristocratic families without a city couldn't help laughing. And the original tension in their hearts disappeared a lot at this time.

"Brother, please don't leave. Whatever you say today, I, Chen Yan, will treat you to a meal to express my admiration."

At this time, a person came to Fang Yue and said to him with a smile.

It was obvious that he might really want to invite Fang Yue to dinner, but it was more to laugh at him and ridicule him.

Immediately, Fang Yue smiled at him, touched his head, and smiled honestly: "Next time, next time, I have to go home quickly today."

Chen Yan couldn't help laughing when he saw this:

"You guys really took him seriously when you heard him, and you couldn't even tell him a nice word. It's like he looked like he really came from the countryside!

Don't even look at where this place is. Not just any cat or dog can come here. In the future, you must never do such an overestimating thing. "

"Hmph, Chen Yan, you are still so mean and mean! Seeing you look like this, others don't know how good you are in literature and martial arts. Get out of here, or let's go out and practice. Look at me, Fatty, what's going on? Take care of you."

At this time, another fat man who was also particularly conspicuous among the crowd stood up and said.

This person's name is Song Mingtao, and among the children of aristocratic families, he is famous for being a lazy person.

Naturally, his literary talent is very poor, that is, he can only write his own name.

But this person's physical talent is extremely good. Although he has not yet become a Qi-sensing martial artist, his combat power is even more powerful than an ordinary junior Qi-sensing martial artist.

After all, most of those who are stronger than him are not as strong in defense as him. Those with stronger defenses are not as powerful as him.

Song Mingtao was obviously different from the Chen Yan just now. He did not show any ridicule or contempt for Fang Yue.

Instead, he used his fat body to block everyone, which actually seemed to be a protective gesture. This was done because he was always at the bottom in several cultural gatherings, and now Fang Yue, the bottom guy, was there to set him off.

Seeing that it has changed from the last place in the millennium to the second last place, although it has only improved one place, it is also an earth-shaking change.

After all, Song Mingtao won't be the last one, and it will be more honorable to speak out in the future.

How can we not maintain it!

"Haha, Fatty Song, I don't know the same as you today." Chen Yan said bravely, and then turned away to look at Fatty Song.

Next, several young handsome men with outstanding literary talents began to bring their own articles to Wen Tai for viewing and tasting.

With people like Fang Yue as the first, they don't have to worry about making a fool of themselves.

The tasting session was still going on but Fang Yue had already said goodbye and left.

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But at this time, in that secret room.

"Hey, sister Hongling, what are you laughing at? It seems like your sweetheart wasn't chosen?" Wen Wanrou asked with some confusion.

Obviously, when ordinary people discover certain shortcomings in the person they like, they usually feel disappointed.

But Wen Wanrou reacted immediately.

That person was not chosen, wouldn't it be in line with Hong Ling's sister's wishes?

That's why she will be happy.

Seeing this, Wen Wanrou became very curious about the person who could make Hongling fall in love, and wanted to know what he wrote.

"No, I want to see, I want to see what he wrote?" Wen Wanrou immediately ordered the servants in Wenyuan Pavilion to get the poem written by Fang Yue.

At the same time, in another room.

Wen Lan, who was originally a little nervous, couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief after seeing Fang Yue being 'eliminated' and leaving.

Fang Yue was still the same Fang Yue, although he didn't know how he came to Yujing City.

But country people are country people. Even if they come to a big place, they can't hide their rustic feeling.

This shows that her vision is not bad.

Soon, Wen Tailai read all the poems and sorted them.

Then people copied those poems and sent them to the hands of several women from the literary branch who participated today. The final judgment, or decision-making power, was left to these juniors themselves.

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On the other side, Wen Wanrou and Hong Ling were in the room.

"Wanrou, let me see what you wrote." Hongling didn't expect that Wen Wanrou actually asked for the poems written by Fang Yue.

Hong Ling, who had a slight affection for Fang Yue, naturally wanted to know what Fang Yue wrote on the paper.

But I was a little worried in my heart, afraid that Fang Yue was really an uneducated person.

And this time.

Wen Wanrou, who originally had a faint smile on her face, looked serious and serious, holding the fine rice paper with her slender fingers, trembling slightly.

The clear black and white eyes full of aura were shocked at the moment, as if they had seen something unbelievable.

Hongling originally didn't really want to see what Fang Yue wrote, but now seeing Wen Wanrou's expression, she couldn't help but said, "Is his writing really bad?"

People are like this. You have a good impression of a person initially, but when you discover this person's shortcomings, you will inevitably feel disappointed.

However, Wen Wanrou seemed not to have heard Hong Ling's question and did not answer.

Persistence, the impatient Hongling urged him a few more times.

But Wen Wanrou still didn't reply, like a wooden figure, quietly looking at the two pages of paper in her hand.

The trembling of her body showed her inner unrest at the moment.

Seeing this, Hong Ling became more and more suspicious of what Fang Yue had written that could make the originally gentle and peaceful Wen Wanrou become like this.

Naturally, I became more curious about the content on the paper.

Seeing that Wen Wanrou was still unmoved, she immediately reached out to take it.

It's just that his hand hasn't touched the paper yet, just at this moment.

I saw Wen Wanrou's figure floating backwards and dodged easily.

"You little girl, how dare you hide? Look how I deal with you today, my whip is not a vegetarian!"

Seeing this, Hongling Hongling was unwilling to obey. She directly activated the vitality in her body, stretched out a pair of Lushan claws, and grabbed Wen Wanrou's chest.

They were about to touch each other.

At this moment, Wen Wanrou's body suddenly lit up with a light blue light. This ray of light was very soft, but it bounced Hongling away at once.

Hong Ling, who fell to the ground, was not angry at this moment. Instead, she looked at Wen Wanrou in shock, pointing at her with a trembling finger.

"You, have you been promoted in cultivation?"

Originally, the literary aura on Wen Wanrou's body was cyan, but now it has turned into light blue.

It was obvious that just now, Wen Wanrou's cultivation level had been directly promoted!