Portable Intelligent System

Xu Ling also knew that the goods would not be so easy to let him go, but he didn't expect that he was quick to find things.

When Wang Jianting's words came out, people on the scene were a little stunned. Usually, after praising Wang Jianting, it's time for him to explain his poems. But this time, it's time to point the spearhead at Xu Ling, who was just the target of public criticism!

Some good things even began to help Wang Jianting clamor.

"Yes, Xiaoyou Xu Ling, write a poem and let's have a look!"

"It doesn't matter if you don't do well. After all, it's a game, and everyone is happy."

……

The scene once again became one-sided, and all the people began to criticize Xu Ling, which was a copy of the situation just now.

What's more serious than before is that it's not easy for Liu Jinchuan to come out this time. After all, it's also a competition. Everyone works together. It's reasonable for the former poet to invite another person to write.

"How about brother Xu? I don't think it's hard for you. " Wang Jianting continued to add oil and vinegar.

"Mr. Xu, it's just a little game. If you don't want to..." Liu Jinchuan was embarrassed. He didn't understand why Wang Jianting didn't give any face today. When he was playing with the rhythm, he clearly stopped it. How could he find fault again after so long.

Xu Ling was stared at by the crowd, but he was not flustered. After hearing Liu Jinchuan's persuasion, he immediately interrupted, "it's OK, Master Liu. Since brother Wang and all of you want to hear me write a poem, why don't I write one?"

Then he got up from his chair and walked slowly to Wang Jianting.

"Well, brother Xu is really a good person!" Wang Jianting saw that Xu Ling couldn't stand provocation, and he came up with a smile.

"Hey, how dare Xu go up there!"

"What can we do? They're all riding on their faces. How can you say that? "

"It's a pity. It's impossible to write a poem that surpasses Wang Jianting's

"Ha ha, did you give up treatment? I dare to go up

……

Seeing that Xu Ling had gone to the stage, the elders at the bottom were surprised, but then they were gloating. After all, Wang Jianting's previous poems were too perfect.

Want to win? It seems impossible!

Liu Jinchuan looked at Xu Ling's back, but song Shiren, not far away from him, could not help but put on a sneer.

Regardless of the rumors, Xu Ling calmly came to Wang Jianting's side, reached out and said, "brother Wang, microphone."

"Oh? Brother Xu has already thought about it? " Wang Jianting was slightly stunned and handed the microphone in his hand.

He thought that Xu Ling would have to panic for a while before he could write a poem.

Of course, the quality of poetry is absolutely impossible to win the poetry that I spent more than a week to come up with.

When the time comes, Xu Ling will be almost infamous if he moves out the writing of CI!

But now it seems that Xu Ling doesn't even have the process of panic.

Are you scared? Wang Jianting suddenly thought of this possibility. He couldn't help laughing even more. Maybe this guy can't even write poems!

"Sunshine censer produces purple smoke..."

Just when Wang Jianting was still there looking after himself, Xu Ling suddenly said in a loud voice.

"What? Incense burner? This surname Xu is not scared to be silly. Let him write a poem about waterfall and say "incense burner!"

"Ha ha, it's young people after all. It's good to be able to speak under such great pressure."

……

Just intoned a word, the voice of doubt came directly from the stage.

When Wang Jianting heard this, he was also slightly relieved. He thought Xu Ling really wanted to fight back.

"Look at the waterfall from afar." No matter what other people said, Xu Ling continued to recite.

"Oh, I think it's a waterfall."

"Well, it's seven words. It's good to be here."

……

The old scholar under the stage seemed to understand Xu Ling's mood very well and commented on him.

"Flying down 3000 feet, it's suspected that the Milky way is falling into the sky!"

The last two sentences, Xu Ling directly did not pause, all said out in one breath, and then slowly took the microphone away from his mouth, to the presence of the predecessors are slightly signaled that the poem is over.

Quiet!

Full silence!

There are no more people who make random comments, because the last two sentences seem to liven up the whole poem.

Flying down 3000 feet

It is suspected that the Milky way is falling into the sky

How broad-minded does it take to write such a magnificent poem!

Read the whole poem together and look at the waterfall on the side. It's a vivid picture!

"Good!" Liu Jinchuan was stunned for a moment, yelled directly, and then clapped his hands.

All of a sudden, he pulled everyone back to God and clapped their hands.

"Is it really a live poem? It's too strong! "

"Realistic in the front, exaggerated in the back, echoing each other in front and back, a masterpiece! Oh, my God

……

Once again, the whole hall was in chaos, but this time, almost all of them were voices of appreciation.

Xu Ling handed the microphone back to Wang Jianting, only to find that the other side was pale at this time, her eyes were wandering, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

This scene of Xu Ling suddenly some funny, thinking about his aggressive look before, Xu Ling can't help patting each other on the shoulder, "brother Wang, my poem is finished, what do you think?"

How about what? You can see it from the reaction off the stage, OK?

Just now when my poem came out, although there were a lot of praise and praise, I can still pick out a little bit of fault.

And Xu Ling's song, many of the predecessors are still immersed in the artistic conception of the poem, unable to extricate themselves!

You tell me how to compare?

"Little Xu Xiaoyou, have you ever thought about the name of this poem?" Surprised for a moment, Shen Wenzhi also asked.

"Oh, call him Wang waterfall." Xu Ling casually replied.

The poem of Shixian, Xu Ling decided to change the name a little here. After all, the picture of the waterfall is not necessarily Lushan.

"Well, well, I didn't believe that Xu Xiaoyou could make a poem in seven steps before. Now it seems that I can't believe it! This poem is really wonderful Shen Wenzhi is not stingy of appreciation and praises Xu Ling.

"Mr. Shen praised me falsely. I'm in a hurry. I just put together a few words at random. It's not as good as you said." Although the master and apprentice for the game is very disrespectful, but at this time Xu Ling or more modest respect of the response.

Just a word?

There is no doubt that Xu Ling's words are a sharp blow to the hearts of these old scholars present. If you can say such poems casually, if you write them seriously, it's not heaven.

Thinking that he had mocked Xu Ling before, the old man who even had to compete with him immediately wanted to find a way to get in.

"Well, dear friends, now that the two poems have come out, it's time to vote. We should make a fair and objective evaluation." After a pause, Shen Wenzhi picked up the receiver on the stage and said.

"Let's start. Those who support Wang Jianting please raise their hands!" When Shen Wenzhi's voice came, some people under the stage raised their hands. After the staff finished the statistics, they signaled to Shen Wenzhi.

"Next is Xu Ling's poem. Please raise your hand if you support it!" As soon as the voice fell, Liu Jinchuan raised his hand directly. Judging from the brilliance of the work, Xu Ling's song absolutely won!

After Liu Jinchuan raised his hand, some old people slowly raised their hands, and others hesitated to do so. So this time, the staff took half a day to complete the statistics.

Liu Jinchuan shook his head slightly when he saw the situation. Sure enough, Wang Jianting was a disciple of Shen Wenzhi, so he won a lot.

After all, Shen Wen should be given face.

There will always be competition in the competition, and there will always be the survival of the fittest in the competition, which is the eternal truth.

After the staff made the final statistics, they submitted the final results to Shen Wenzhi.

After Shen Wenzhi got it, he didn't show much emotional change, just quietly announced it.

"Wang Jianting, 54 votes!"

Wang Jianting was slightly stunned. He looked up and swept the crowd. The number was almost 100, and he took up more than half of them. At this time, he was also slightly relieved.

"Xu Ling..."

Shen Wenzhi did not stop. He continued to announce it. In the eyes of everyone, he said out loud, "54 votes!"

it ends in a draw?

Everyone was stunned to hear what Shen Wenzhi had said. Although there was no competition in this part of the poetry club, for the first time today, there was a draw?

"So the final winner is..."

Just when people didn't know what to do with the result, Shen Wenzhi's voice kept on talking.

winner?

Isn't it a draw? How can there be a winner? There was a question mark in everyone's heart. Obviously, they didn't understand where the winner came from.

If the winners are two people, do you want to tear the waterfall picture of winning awards in half?

"Xu Ling!"

This absurd idea disappeared immediately after Shen Wenzhi's name.

People hardly believe their ears. Why does Xu Ling win with the same number of votes?

At this time, Liu Jinchuan jumped up from his seat.

"Among the votes from your old friends, the two younger generations have the same number of votes. However," Shen Wenzhi explained as he seemed to see people's incomprehension, "my vote has not yet been cast, and I vote for Xu Ling! So, now the vote is 54-55, Xu Ling wins! "

This explanation made everyone not react!

One is Wang Jianting, his senior apprentice, and the other is Xu Ling, an unknown young generation. Shen Wenzhi even voted for the latter?

Of course, Shen Wenzhi is not as complicated as others on the field. Like many people who vote for Xu Ling, he does not vote for people, but for poetry!

Xu Ling's poem "looking at the waterfall" is better than Wang Jianting's!