Chapter 771

Like the collapse of Mount Tai, in the face of such evidence, it seems that Qin Nuo is hard to argue.

"What else is there to say? The evidence is in front of you. Qin Nuo is a rubbish."

"How did he think that he would not be afraid of being struck by thunder and lightning if he plagiarized the works of a deceased person?"

"I'm so angry. Qin Nuo is a cancer in the field of poetry. He must be clean and clear.

At this time, Tong Yibo, the director of the poetry conference, went to the stage, took out a microphone and said to the audience.

"Everybody, be quiet. Everybody, be quiet."

"Don't forget what we're here for today. We're here to watch the poetry contest."

"So I suggest that this competition be carried on. All our staff have made great efforts for this poetry conference. If it ends now, it will be disrespect for their achievements."

"And Qin Nuo can be solved in private. I suggest that we finish the process of poetry conference. What do you think?"

After hearing this, the anger of the audience also calmed down. The director was right. After the process of the poetry conference, we should choose the champion of the poetry conference.

No matter what happens, how much they hate Qin Nuo. This is the tradition and the rule. It can't be because Qin Nuo broke the rule alone.

Zhong chonghao didn't object either. His champion must be stable after this incident. On the contrary, he wanted to see how Qin Nuo ended.

The final is normal, the reality is scored by the audience, and then by the judges.

In the end, Zhong chonghao won 4589 votes for this hand of Jiuhuan, and the three judges also gave three nine points respectively.

Together, Zhong chonghao's final score was 31589 votes, which should be the best number of votes since the poetry conference was held. Last year, Zhong chonghao won less than 25000 votes.

Qin Nuo is in the back. He can hear what happened in front of him clearly. He knows well that these people want to kill him.

"Next, let's welcome Qin Nuo with warm applause!"

With the host's cry, Qin Nuo walked slowly from the backstage to the stage.

Along the way, he saw countless contemptuous eyes in the audience, as if looking at a criminal.

"You have a real face, you thief, plagiarist."

"If I were you, the scandal was exposed, and I would have dug a crack in it."

Wang batian and Chu Han were shouting below.

There was a lot of boos, laughter and sarcasm.

But the moment it reached Qin Nuo's ears, these things became nothing.

I don't know how they said it. Li Bai's poems became his father's works.

Is his father Li Bai? Why is his surname Liu? Should his surname be Li Cai.

Qin Nuo knew the origin of the poem very well. These people from the Poetry Association set up a bureau for Qin Nuo.

It's just to make Qin Nuo lose his reputation.

At this time, Zhong chonghao and the presidents of several poetry associations came to the front from the backstage. They were waiting to see Qin Nuo's jokes.

Since you want to ruin me, I'm not polite to you.

Qin Nuo took the microphone, picked out Zhong chonghao and President Liu under the stage, and said, "listen carefully, this song is still not your father's work, don't admit your father wrong."

It's just about wine. In a moment, there are many poems about wine in Qin Nuo's brain.

But throughout the history of that world, who wrote the best about wine is the poet Li Bai. It is said that every time Li Bai finished drinking wine, he was like a fairy attached to the body. People made some amazing works, which was named the poet.

Among all his drunken works, the most classic one is Qin Nuo. How classical is it? Every time Qin Nuo drinks, he subconsciously recites two sentences.

Qin Nuo once recited this poem to Dionysus. After Dionysus listened to it, he got drunk. You heard him correctly. He was drunk, not drunk, but intoxicated by the poem on the second floor.

He is the best poet in the world to write the poem of wine.

To tell you the truth, Qin Nuo didn't want to use this poem at the beginning, because he felt that he might want to leave some feelings for the World Poetry Association, but now it seems that he doesn't need to leave any feelings.People are riding on your neck to shit, if you have no response, those people really think you are a soft persimmon.

Today, Qin Nuo is going to see who makes who lose his reputation, who makes who lose.

Today, Qin Nuo, a member of the Kyoto Poetry Association, will trample these people under his home.

Putting the microphone to his mouth, Qin Nuo took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Those familiar poems and words sounded in his mind.

"You don't see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, running to the sea and never coming back, you don't see the bright mirror in the high hall, sad white hair, like green silk in the morning and snow in the evening!"

Qin Nuo just read the first two sentences. The noisy voices in the auditorium disappeared immediately.

Three judges and teachers carefully considered the first two sentences and were surprised to find that this kind of poem should be a seven character poem.

It's very difficult for this kind of poetry to be created, let alone on the spot.

Qin Nuo read this poem, eager to pick up a glass of wine and drink it now.

His emotion seems to resonate with Li Bai at that time, Li Bai is him, he is Li Bai.

He is in the world of poetry.

The audience's mood quieted down at this moment, they just looked at Qin Nuo quietly, waiting for Qin Nuo to say the following poem.

“”

Read here, Qin Nuo took a deep breath.

Don't stop, don't stop

Everyone is drunk at this moment. This kind of poem has reached a state of intoxication. They can't shake their heads. There is only one idea in their mind for Qin Nuo to finish reading this poem.

“”

Qin Nuo read the whole poem in one breath. At the end of the poem, Wu huama, Qian Jinqiu, hu'er will go out to exchange wine with you. He used all his strength.

The spirit energy burst out in the Dantian and gathered at Qin Nuo's throat.

In an instant, the sound of poetry, such as the divine sound of heaven, exploded in their ears, like a lullaby in a dream winding in their mind.

Now Qin Nuo seems to be like a drunk, swinging his body and following the rhythm of poetry.

And these people are following Qin Nuo. The ancients said that the immortal voice can be around for three days. Qin Nuo's poem must exist in their hearts for a lifetime, and they will never forget it until they die.

What they heard was that the skin was crisp and the bone was soft. Every pore of their body was shaking. For a moment, the auditorium, which can hold 5000 people, suddenly became quiet.

The teacher in charge of photography and lighting was stunned. They just looked at Qin Nuo and forgot to control the machine.

What is the best wine in the world? How should wine be expressed in poetry? They should understand after reading this poem.

Qin Nuo used this poem to tell them what poetry can be written by the immortal.

The three judges held their breath, and the audience was still intoxicated with the artistic conception and did not want to wake up.

When Zhong chonghao heard this, he felt his eyes darkened and his brain blurred.

The presidents of the Poetry Association, not to mention, even looked at Qin Nuo with a kind of fear.

Wang batian and Chu Han are sitting in their seats like two failed baboons.

Just now that arrogance swept away, replaced by shock and dum