Reverend Insanity

“Two magicians, come in, come in!” The shop nodded and greeted Hua Song and Anchong into the store.

“This is the famous tea house in the capital, very lively, I have been here many times.” Hua Song spoke in secret, introducing Anzong.

The two magicians disguised themselves as magicians and arrived in Kyoto, China.

Anchong is more willing to press on the clouds, overlooking the capital. But since Hua Song had such fun, he had to be hospitable.

“I want a seat on the fifth floor.” Hua Song looks like a light car on the road.

Two people came to the fifth floor, entered the room, opened the window and saw the crowds on the street, the first venue was just across the street, and the bronze gate was almost full of people.

“These are my contemporary talents in Huaweng Dongtian, and my hope for the future of Huaweng Dongtian. Please look, envoy.” Hua Song sighed, passing it to Anchong a five-spin scouting maniac to observe the target's talent.

Anchorage was more detailed. When it was used face-to-face, the horizon changed. He sees talent on top of countless talents. These brilliant talents, each high and low, in different shapes, really opened his eyes.

“If there's such a trick, so much investigative talent, why do we have to hold such a selection?” Anjong asked.

Hua Song laughed: “Venerable people don't know anything. Talent is like cultivation, even if there are many, it is unjust that the scene cannot be played. Besides, this selection is an on-the-spot poem and cannot be falsified. Test the literacy of the scholars, many talented scholars, not necessarily inspired, can make the highest level of poetry. ”

Anjong nodded: “I think the big array here not only connects, but also seems to promote the talent of the scholars? ”

Hua Ping nodded: “” Nice, the honorable Wise Eye! In this Immortal Array, the students often play extraordinarily well, reflecting their talents.

The talking room, the door was knocked.

With Huazong's permission, Xiao Er brings a pot of fine wine dishes.

“Babao wild duck, golden filet, panda crab meat are all signature dishes from our tea house for two guests to enjoy.” Shop Second Avenue.

Hua Song handed him a yuanshi and wiped it out.

Hua Song introduced to Anchong: “Your Eminence, although the tea here is fan tea, it was created by the Chinese elder when he was young. He was a four-turner magician and won the Qianyuan, so this tea was also named Qianyuan tea by him. ”

“Oh?” Anchorton became interested. This is a work of the Eight Spirits when he was young.

“Then I'll have to taste it.” Anzong took a sip, closed his eyes, delicate taste, trance, his mind raised a slight excitement, like a dozen bitter laughs, finally succeeded, life is close to this morning!

“Good tea, good tea.” Anchong sincerely exclaims, “This tea, though it is a fancy tea, has a hint of humanity! ”

Destiny War, Zhongzhou Heavenly Court continuously carried out the countless humanistic killing tricks, the tricks were powerful, and the world was shocked. The virtues of humanity are unknown and unknown.

At the time of the second fairy tea, the bronze gate of the first venue opened.

The crowd crowded in front of the door and burst into shock.

“It's open, it's open! ”

“Don't squeeze. ”

“Let me in. ”

The crowd surged and poured into the door.

Li Xiaobai is also in the crowd, but at the back end.

As he moves forward, he flirts with the rules of this selection.

“There are eighteen venues for poetry in the world, each with a topic and all answering questions simultaneously. Whatever the number, it ultimately depends on the quality of the work, and only half of the people can be promoted. ”

“After being promoted to a later venue, it was still half taken. In this way, the selection requirements were met only when the promotion was made and the entire eighteen venues were opened. ”

“If you lose your way, return to the previous venue. If you fail in a row and quit the first venue, it will be a total failure. ”

“However, the world poetry club is held for seven days. Everyone has three chances of total failure. ”

“This is enough to allow Huawengdong to pick out the finest magic seeds. Occasional errors and a chance to start over. But if there is any talent, it has been dysfunctional for seven consecutive days, which is indicative of insufficient literacy, it is not worthy to cultivate the hollow sky as a magic fairy. ”

Li Xiaobai retracted his thoughts and came to the first venue.

The venue was empty and full of scholars.

There are men and women, there are old and young, there are many people, they look at each other, there are no 10,000 or thousands.

It's just the first day.

Li Xiaobai waited for another incense in the hall, and the first hall only received all the scholarly talent.

The mountains are full of noise.

Fortunately, the first venue is the Immortal Formation Space, which can be expanded at any time to accommodate more students within its capabilities.

Knock, knock!

A drum sounded, and the same voice reached the ears of the students: "The first question of poetry in the world - spring, a time limit of half a cup of tea. ”

After that, the voice disappeared.

“The first topic is spring? ”

Many writers frown and many are happy with their brows.

Li Xiaobai pondered: “Wing Chun's poetry is too real, it's easy to see the topic at first glance. After all, the scholars have written more or less poems about the subject matter. While poetry in the world requires the creation of new poems on the spot, it can sometimes be barely a new poem if the original work is slightly modified. ”

“In practice, however, the topic remains difficult.” Li Xiaobai looked serene.

He knew that this time, poetry had to be compared mainly to the people around him. He can only succeed in promotion if he is stronger than half the students.

There are not a few scholars aware of this.

Many people began to meditate, some sitting directly on the floor, others carrying their hands, walking around, others drooling over their heads and mumbling softly.

Li Xiaobai thought, “Which one should I copy? ”

Wing Chun's poems, hidden in his memory, are not lacking in heritage classics.

But the first time I came up with a heritage classic, it wasn't very good. This makes it difficult for Li Xiaobai to play later. His talent scale does not belong to the first-class level, if the scene comes out with a genealogical title, it must cause suspicion.

With his luck, Li Xiaobai might be a little more aggressive. But now that there is a clear downturn in luck, Li Xiaobai takes precedence over stability.

By the time Li Xiaobai was thinking, a number of scholars had created new poems.

So all kinds of halos shine, halos are colorful, or strong or weak. Every time the halo dissipates on the writer, the writer reaps the reward.

Some people get the worm, some people get it straight up for repair, some people get it back, some people get tired out.

This is Ji Wen's kill move.

The founder of the Chinese cave, the original lord, arranged this killing maneuver before the crash. It was Ji Wen who killed him that encouraged more and more students to study hard, eventually forming the status quo of the great cultural style of Huaweng Dongtian.

Li Xiaobai finally finalized his poem.

He coughed softly and began to recite.

“Moon night. ”

“The darker moonlight half of the family, Beidou Gangdong Nandou oblique. ”

“Tonight, the eccentricity of spring is warm, and the bug sounds a new green window veil. ”

Li Xiaobai just finished the recitation, listening to the rumbling of the ear, his whole body lifted up a bright green glow.

Teng Teng Teng.

The scholars around Li Xiaobai felt an invisible pressure. Green light forced them to scatter around, leaving a huge blank spot. Only Li Xiaobai stood alone in the center.

“Well, what a glow! ”

“The title has appeared! ”

“I didn't expect to be here so soon. Don't know who created it? ”

Many scholars were interrupted, one by one, with envious, exploring eyes, staring at Li Xiaobai.

Li Xiaobai's surface clouds were light and windy. In fact, there was some tangle in his mind: “Oops, the copying was a little over done, and the effect was a little too good, which attracted a lot of attention. ”

He swept around, hoping that someone would come forward and not make him so lonely.

The green light kept creeping into his knack, making him climb upwards.

“Oh, there's a famous story out there. Let me read it.” Washington felt something in the teahouse.

After reading Li Xiaobai's work, Hua Song nodded with satisfaction: “Wonderful, wonderful! This Li Xiaobai is young, but poetry is old fashioned. ”

“Often Wing Chun's poems are mostly willow green peaches. But this poem goes the other way, writing the night to cover up the spring light, which is ingenious. ”

“The last sentence of the whole poem must have come from Li Xiaobai's deep life. It reveals a fresh, happy and vibrant atmosphere. ”

“The poem is like a spectator, this Li Xiaobai is in a good mood! ”

Hua Song Zhu sighed like a delicious dish in the world. He looked at Anjong and smiled: "What does the reverend think of this poem? ”

Anchorton felt big and defamed: “If you don't tell me, I don't know how good this poem is. Oops, now I need a review, what should I do? ”

ps: 9 o'clock second.