Portable Intelligent System

Looking at Wang Jianting's face with three points of pity and seven points of ridicule, Xu Ling really wanted to slap him in the past. He couldn't help it. It was too bad.

However, with Wang Jianting's words coming out, the scene was even more fried.

"Yes, Xu. Dare you let us have a try?"

"Well! I have to tear down your fake Chen Siwang today! "

"Come on, don't insult Chen Siwang. Today, I see how long this little liar can last!"

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The old scholars on the scene, like being beaten with chicken blood, one by one, seemed to swallow Xu Ling alive.

Such a young man can make such a good word so quickly, which is a kind of irony to these scholars who have been studying for such a long time.

Of course, they are eager to embarrass Xu Ling to prove themselves!

"Calm down, old friends." When the scene became uncontrollable for a time, Liu Jinchuan suddenly said, "today's ink and wash poetry meeting is to make friends by poetry. Now so many of your elders come together to question the younger generation of my Literature Association. I'm afraid there's something wrong."

What Liu Jinchuan said is calm, but the reminder is that everyone present can hear it.

When Liu Jinchuan reminded them, they immediately reacted to their gaffes.

Naturally, Xu Ling also recognized that Liu Jinchuan intended to help himself out. For his kindness, Xu Ling could not say that she did not accept it. She immediately hid the idea that she wanted to stand out and nodded to the latter.

He himself is not a person who likes to be in the limelight. Since someone helps him, he doesn't have to show off any more.

As for what those old guys would think of themselves, Xu Ling didn't even think about it.

"Ha ha, Lao Liu is right. It's the theme of this poetry meeting to make friends with poetry. Xu Xiaoyou's poem is just a help to make people happy. We don't have to be so serious." As the scene fell into an embarrassing situation again, Shen Wenzhi, as the organizer, gave everyone a round scene with a smile.

Liu Jinchuan and Shen Wenzhi, one is the chairman of the provincial literary society and the other is the president of the Chinese Studies Association. Their status is relatively high among the people present.

So when both of you said that, people would not continue to ask questions about ci writing.

Even if you have an idea, it's still in your heart.

"You old friends, there's one more thing to invite you here this time." just as the storm gradually subsided and everyone began to chat, Shen Wenzhi's voice began to ring again.

And he himself, with his words, went back to the stage with Wang Jianting, and then, in the sight of everyone, took a scroll from the hands of the staff on the side.

"Xu Shukun must be known to all?" Holding the scroll in his hand, Shen Wenzhi did not rush to open it. Instead, he looked at the crowd with a smile and asked.

"Hey, old man Shen, you're going to start again! Who doesn't know that Xu Shukun is here? Why don't you just play it safe and say, what good things have you got this time? " As soon as Shen Wenzhi's voice fell, a voice came from under the stage.

As the first voice came out, everyone else laughed.

This scene makes Xu Ling look confused.

"Ha ha, this old man Shen has two hobbies. One is to study traditional Chinese culture, and the other is to collect antiques. He not only collects, but also likes to show off. So almost every few poetry fairs, he can show off some treasures to everyone. Everyone knows that, so this is the case." Should be to see the heart of Xu Ling do not understand, Liu Jinchuan laughing at the edge of the explanation.

Xu Ling is ashamed and has an old family. If you have a treasure, it's true. Shen Wenzhi is now like a child showing off his toys. In the sound of people's urging, he slowly unfolds the scroll.

With the development of the scroll, an ink painting gradually appeared in people's eyes.

At the moment of seeing the painting, Xu Ling clearly heard that all the people present took a breath.

"Ha ha, a few days ago, a friend of mine came across this painting in a foreign Museum. He knew that I liked collecting it better, so he bought it for me." Shen Wenzhi seemed very satisfied with the surprised reaction of the crowd, and immediately explained with a smile.

Feeling the state of the people on the scene, Xu Ling also seriously looked at the painting on Shen Wenzhi's hand.

Ancient Chinese ink landscape painting, a high mountain and a lake make up the upper and lower parts of the picture.

And in the middle, the waterfall outlined in ink is the most attractive place. The waterfall is vivid, just like there is a torrential waterfall in front of us.

After carefully observing the painting, Xu Ling could not help but praise it in her heart.

"How about this waterfall of Xu Shukun? Have you passed your eyes? " Shen Wenzhi's voice rang out again, asking the dead people.

"Master Liu, who is Xu Shukun? How can his works surprise you elders When Xu Ling came to this alien world, he didn't check the knowledge about this level, so for a moment, he didn't understand why everyone was like this.

"Mr. Xu, are you kidding? Xu Shukun is the Grandmaster of ink painting. Don't you know?" Liu Jinchuan was quite surprised by Xu Ling's question.

"Ha ha, I'm not very talented and learned enough. I haven't studied painting yet. I'll laugh at you." Looking at Liu Jinchuan's surprised eyes, Xu Ling scratched his head awkwardly and explained.

Liu Jinchuan nodded and accepted Xu Ling's explanation.

Then he looked at the paintings Shen Wenzhi held in his hand and popularized them. "Xu Shukun was a person who developed and carried forward ink painting. At that time, the world was an era in which oil painting, watercolor painting and a series of foreign painting types coexisted. Xu Shukun, with his works, made the world know ink painting of our country at one stroke! And the work that he took with him is the waterfall in front of him! "

After listening to Liu Jinchuan's painting, Xu Ling immediately respects Xu Shukun!

"And the painting disappeared after Xu Shukun showed it to the world. Although many people asked Xu Shukun about the whereabouts of the painting, he always laughed and didn't say anything until he died, and he didn't tell the world where the painting had gone, so now the painting suddenly reappears. Do you think these old scholars are surprised?" After a pause, Liu Jinchuan explained to Xu Ling.

"Hiss -" this time, Xu Ling took a breath of cool air. As Liu Jinchuan said, isn't this painting a national treasure?

"Hehe, how are you? Is it much more precious this time than last time? " Shen Wenzhi also showed his paintings at 360 degrees on the stage, and then the conversation changed, "then we still have the old rule of improvising poetry. If anyone does a good job, this painting will be given to him!"

Xu Ling was startled by Shen Wenzhi's words. Is this priceless treasure given away for nothing?

But in surprise, Xu Ling looked back at the atmosphere of the court, and there was no one like him, even if it was strange.

Looking at Liu Jinchuan, he just smiles and shakes his head. He doesn't have the appearance that he will win.

"Mr. Liu, everyone was so interested in this painting before. How can we not be active when we can get it?" Xu Ling, who doesn't know the truth, has to ask Liu Jinchuan why.

"Ha ha, it's normal for teacher Xu to feel strange when he comes here for the first time." Liu Jinchuan shakes his head and tells Xu Ling why.

After hearing this, Xu Ling immediately sneered. It turned out that there was something inside this little poetry meeting.

First of all, Wang Jianting must have seen the treasures from Shen Wenzhi's hand, and then he has to improvise poetry. Is it possible to do these treasures casually?

Therefore, it is Wang Jianting who makes the poem first. Let's not say whether the poem is his temporary thought.

But at least he is also Shen Wenzhi's only disciple, and the treasure is Shen Wenzhi's, so at this time, no one will find him unhappy.

The final result must be that everyone praised Wang Jianting's poems, and then Shen Wenzhi gave them to his apprentice.

"Well, in that case, what do you want to do with this competition? Why don't you just keep it for yourself? " Xu Ling is puzzled. Isn't it Shen Wenzhi who gave it to Wang Jianting? Now, isn't this so-called impromptu competition meaningless?

"If you want to make a good start, you can also publicize your apprentice. As the president of the Chinese Studies Association, old Shen is still given this thin noodle." Liu Jinchuan smiles and explains.

With his lips turned, Xu Ling suddenly lost interest in the so-called impromptu poetry competition. He went to one side of the table, took some snacks and began to eat.

That is, when Xu Ling ate the third piece of thousand layer cake, the crowd who had made some small noises suddenly heard Wang Jianting's voice, "you elders, I want to come up with a song, and I'll throw a brick to attract jade first!"

"Oh? The young friend of Jianting is really a formidable young man. He thought of it so soon? "

"Ha ha, I'm worthy of being old man Shen's Apprentice. I learned this skill thoroughly."

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Then came a false praise on the field, listen to Xu Ling straight off goose bumps.

Without hesitation, Wang Jianting began to read aloud.

The poem he wrote is a five character landscape poem. While listening to it, Xu Ling feels that the rhythm is very strong and catchy.

After reciting the poem, there was a sudden wave of applause on the field, followed by the praise of these elders, either to the poem or to Wang Jianting himself, but there was only one meaning.

This poem is so good, we must have written it without you!

As Xu Ling knocked on the melon seeds, he clapped with the crowd. Since this is the rule that everyone obeys, there is no need to break it.

Then, just when he thought it was over and Shen Wenzhi wanted to give the painting to Wang Jianting, Wang Jianting, who stood on the stage abruptly, said, "thank you for your praise. In fact, there are still some deficiencies in improvising poetry, but there is one person I admire very much at today's poetry festival."

With these words, Wang Jianting turned his eyes to Xu Ling, and all the people on the scene followed Wang Jianting's eyes to Xu Ling who was still eating melon seeds.

"Brother Xu, I don't know if you are interested in composing an impromptu poem. I'd like to prove to you that you can make a poem in seven steps." With a sneer, Wang Jianting challenges Xu Ling.