Chapter 685

A cup of tea time soon passed, Ye Feng slowly stood up, Tang Liangyun went to Ye Feng.

"Ye Feng, don't worry, do it boldly, the family will always support you!"

At this time, maple lose two games, even if you don't know what you're going to lose.

"Thank you, elder!"

Although Ye Feng is clear in his heart, he still expresses his gratitude. At least when the family comes, he doesn't blame him. He still supports himself, which makes Ye Feng quite moved.

From the beginning, Ye Feng didn't plan to use the resources of the Tang family, but no one knows except himself. They all think that the Tang family is Ye Feng's backing.

"Who will fight in the third pass?"

Ye Feng came to the middle of the boat and asked the Zhong camp, the third pass is also the literary talent pass, which is relatively not very difficult. Who said that the man of cultivation is a big old man, just like some people know how to write and dance ink.

"Patriarch, let me do it!"

At this time, a disciple volunteered to fight.

"Well, it's up to you!"

Zhong Yang looked at the man who volunteered and nodded.

"Zhong Shuang, you have to win this round, otherwise our Zhong family will be very passive."

Zhong Li looked at the disciple who volunteered, with a sincere tone.

"Don't worry, elder. I will defeat my opponent and save the honor for my family!"

Zhong Shuang, the player, has a confident face. In terms of literary talent, he is confident.

The two sides stood still. Zhong Shuang's eyes were very cold. He had a fan in his hand, but he also had the aroma of books. Unfortunately, he was more angry.

"I have a painting here. Each of you will write a poem and attach it to the painting. In the end, whoever's poem is closer to the meaning of the painting will be the winner."

The third step is to compose poems. Mr. Guo takes a picture from his arms, puts it on the case and spreads it flat. There is a huge mountain on it. On the mountain, there stands a huge pine tree, standing tall and promoted, which means pointing straight at the sky.

When they looked at the painting, no one dared to write easily. Once they did, there was no room for regret. They were constantly thinking about the time limit.

Many people around are talking about how to write poems.

In the end, is it to describe the mountain, or to describe the pines, or both.

This gives you a difficult problem. If you describe the mountain peak, it naturally deviates from the title. If you describe the pines, it is also off topic. Therefore, the seemingly simple poem has puzzled many people.

Time is passing by. If you don't pick up the brush, it will be too late. Zhong Shuang picks up the prepared brush, dips it in ink, and with a stroke of the pen, begins to write poems in the lower left corner of the painting.

"It's three thousand feet high and one thousand feet low. It's like a wild creature. I don't know who planted it!"

Zhong Shuang's pen was written in five character quatrains. It is also appropriate to describe the high mountain, the low mountain and the pines. I don't know who planted them.

Only less than one-third of a stick of incense remained, and Ye Feng was still meditating.

Only a few people in the Tang family sneer. Most of them are worried. Zhong Shuang is finished. No matter what, it's better to write a song than not.

Looking at the sandalwood burning to the end, everyone's heart raised, because at this time, Ye Feng suddenly picked up his pen, dipped it in ink, and wrote a poem in the lower right corner of the painting at a very fast speed, like a dragon flying and a phoenix dancing.

But in the blink of an eye, the poem was formed, and sandalwood was burned to the end. The last drop of ash fell, and Ye Feng put down his pen, and there was a cold sweat on his forehead.

Everyone stood up and went to the case. The first one who went to the case was Mr. Guo. He spent several breathing time in their poems, and finally settled on Ye Feng's poem.

"Wonderful, wonderful, according to the time, according to the scenery, according to the color!"

It's not Mr. Guo who speaks, but a big merchant. He is also a literati who is proficient in some arts and Sciences. I don't know whose poems he evaluates.

Those who are close to them are some big people. As for those disciples, they can only stand in the distance and can't see what they are writing.

"There are mountains, peaks, sceneries, pines in the sentence. It's even more difficult to mention the artistic conception and the ambition of Lingyun!"

This time it was an elder of the Mo family who touched his beard. Even the Mo family, who had never interfered in the world, spoke out. It seemed that he was also attracted by one of the poems.

"Good poetry, good poetry, even though the immortal poet is still alive, he can't write such a sentence in time and in context."

This time it's Tang Tian's turn to praise. Although it's flashy, it's really attracted by the meaning of the poem.

Only Mr. Guo gently stroked his beard, did not speak, looked at the Zhong family, and found that the Zhong family were very pale.

"What do you think?"

Mr. Guo didn't speak. He looked around and asked for everyone's opinions.

"What you see is poetry. Its real meaning should be based on momentum. The whole spirit and spirit should be integrated into the poem. It's like a dragon sailing out of the sea. Every word has the spirit of coming out of the cage. In particular, the word song seems to be alive."It's rare that the person who spoke this time was actually the master of the blue family, who was also praising him.

At this time, everyone reacted and looked at the sentence carefully, and found that the word "pine" was swinging, like a giant tree, standing tall and straight above the huge peak.

Mr. Guo smiles a little, and finally some people know the goods. Just now, what those people evaluated was just poetry, but they didn't even find this.

"Wonderful! It's an eye opener!"

Almost all the faces of the big businessman who began to evaluate were pasted on the painting to have a look.

"There are five old peaks in the southeast of Lushan Mountain, and golden Hibiscus is cut from the green hills. The beauty of Jiujiang can be tied. I'll nest here in Yunsong. At that time, people didn't know Lingyun wood, so they waited until Lingyun began to get high! "

Tang Liangyun read out the verses written by Ye Feng, and all those people around heard them clearly.

"Wonderful..."

Around came bursts of witticism, are attracted by this verse, when the scene should be color.

All the people present were in praise. Ye Feng was the only one with a black line. He was pushed out and retreated to the outside.

"Younger martial brother, I didn't expect your literary talent to be so outstanding. It seems that I've been worried for nothing!"

Looking at Ye Feng's retreat, Tang Yan seldom smiles. It's no accident that Ye Feng won this round. Tang Jia won three games in four games. Even if he lost the last game, Tang Jia would make a lot of money.

"It's not true!"

Ye Feng curled his mouth. This is a poem he borrowed from his previous life. If people know it, they don't know how they will feel. But at this point, Ye Feng won't say it even if he kills him.

At this time can not use expression to describe the mood of the Zhong family, one by one dejected, had to admire Ye Feng this poem.

"Cough..."

At this time, Mr. Guo coughed a few times. All the people who were lying on the case got up one by one and found that they were a bit impolite. In their present state, they were impolite in front of so many younger people.

"Gaffe, gaffe..."

Many people feel that they have lost their manners, so they quickly put away their embarrassment and sit in their seats.

"You can judge this round!"

Mr. Guo doesn't make a speech. He has to ask other people's opinions about everything.

"Ye Feng's poem is impeccable and deserves to win. It can be said that it is an amazing poem!"

The big merchant said without hesitation, and soon several cold eyes gathered on him, and he quickly shrunk his neck and did not dare to speak.

"Today's competition is not allowed to have any threat, everything is based on fairness, if anyone dares to tell lies, he will not be able to live with the old man."

Mr. Guo is a little angry. The eyes of the Zhong family are obviously threatening. These big merchants dare not offend the Zhong family.

With the words of Mr. Guo, the Zhongs are much more restrained and dare not show their fierce light.

Around those big businesses, some disciples began to evaluate Ye Feng's poem, which has been promoted to a new height.

"Now I declare that Ye Feng won the third round!"

Listening to the discussion around, Mr. Guo announced the result.

Listening to the cheers of the Tang family, all the people of the Zhong family sit down. Zhong Yang is gloomy, and Zhong Li stares at Ye Feng with murderous eyes.

Zhong Qiang is a bit decadent, today's things are caused by him, if not for his competitive, will not lose three games in a row.

But now complaining can't solve the problem. The key is whether one sentence can be pulled back in the last round. Even if you lose two games, you can't hurt your muscles and bones with the Zhong family.

"Let's have a rest, and then go on to the fourth round!"

It's nearly late at night. The cold autumn wind blows, but it can't put out everyone's mood. At this time, the interest is higher. More and more people are watching around. The city of fire has almost become an empty city, all gathered here.

Feeling the eager eyes around, Ye Feng's expression is still very natural. He talks and laughs with Prince AO and Tong Shen around him. At this time, the Tang family disciples come forward to show their friendship.

Only a dozen people stood in the corner, their faces were cold. It was Tang Lei who saw that Ye Feng had won one after another. Tang Lei could not sit still and wished he could go up and kill Ye Feng.

"Ye Feng, just relax at the last pass, don't have any pressure!"

Tang Liangyun still came over with a smile on his face.

Even Tang Qiu, who has been keeping a straight face, can't understand his expression at this time. When he comes to the boat, Tang Qiu is hostile to Ye Feng. Now he begins to change his attitude.

Maple nodded, although Tang TianChao did not smile with worry.

"I understand. I will live up to my family!"

Anyway, the family didn't abandon him, which moved Ye Feng.

"The fourth round starts now!"

It's time for the fourth round of painting and calligraphy.

Ye Feng stood up and walked towards the middle of the boat. Someone had already arranged two cases, on which all kinds of pigments were placed, and one meter long rice paper was ready."Zhong Wuyan, you go!"

At this time, a young lady came out of the middle school to speak.

In the fourth round, a woman was sent out by the Zhong family. She was ordinary looking and very enchanting. She was full of powder.

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