"Summer green pine in the East China Sea."

"Jeju Lee Fengchun."

"Jinzhou white style."

The three students from the higher academy who were good at acting are each named, and their eyes are cold and straight to Ningxia.

Immediately, Zhang Zhenjie, an old famous scholar in Wudu, was introduced to make a poem.

Lady Guo said, "I have an idea. Since Ningxia dares to make bold statements, she must be very talented and writes poems to make a decision. Today's competition, everyone present will be given a question and put it in a box.

Then Mr. Zhang chose it at will, which is fair."

While speaking, Lady Guo's teasing eyes swept Ningxia's face.

She made up her mind to make Ningxia’s plan bankrupt, and just happened to kill this bad trend of preparing poems in advance to her home to pretend to be a master.

"Madam, I'm very insightful."

“So very good.”

"Since you dare to make bold statements and say that you are the only one who is the world, you will never dare to respond to this request."

“…………”

The audience was filled with responses, and countless playful gazes shot on Ningxia's face, waiting to see his mistress.

Lady Guo was secretly surprised, Ningxia's face was still calm, as if she had expected her actions, but the three students from the selected higher education institute looked ashamed.

"It's a character who is not surprised when things change."

Lady Guo suddenly became interested.

Soon, the notes were distributed and all the visitors wrote the title.

This is the first time such a battle has happened. All the guests are examiners, which is quite new.

For a moment, everyone was intrigued.

Soon, the note that had been pressed was quickly collected and put into a jade box.

Mrs. Guo Guo said, "This jade box is lined with magic circles to block the spy on the spiritual sense. Mr. Zhang chooses at will, and the right choice is fair."

Soon, the jade box was handed over to Zhang Zhenjie. Zhang Zhenjie smiled with his beard and said, "Those who dare to stand here are all talented people in the world. I don't think there is a limited time for the incense. How about seven steps to become a poem?"

In an instant, all eyes were sent to Ningxia's face.

“So very good.”

As he said that, Ningxia took out a wine gourd, "Mrs.'s wine is very good. Can you give me some? By the way, this food box is borrowed from the wife's family. The younger sister at home is very greedy, so she took some pastries."

Lady Guo was stunned. She didn't understand why Ningxia could still talk about these irrelevant things at this stall.

What kind of person is this?

Mrs. Guo's curiosity was aroused for the first time, and she waved her wrist lightly, "You will take some pastries by yourself. A Si, give Mr. Ning wine."

Ningxia thanked Mrs. Guo Guo and put the food box in his hand into the space of consciousness. Soon, the gourd filled with wine was also sent back.

Ningxia nodded at Zhang Zhenjie, "Sir, choose the topic."

Zhang Zhenjie shook the jade box, and the paper in the jade box rolled and rustled.

Then, Zhang Zhenjie reached into the box, picked up one, expanded it, and made it public.

Everyone saw the title on the note: Bright Moon.

"This question is too simple. Who wrote it?"

"No, no, no, no, the simpler it is, the more difficult it is to write new ideas."

"Yes, the poem about the moon is written by the predecessors, and there is no room left for future generations."

While talking, Ningxia finished drinking a sip of wine and said, "The bright moon grows on the sea, and the world is at this point."

As soon as these two sentences came out, the whole scene was quiet. Xia Qingsong and the other two had already stopped.

Lady Guo’s beautiful eyes flashed, and suddenly, the sound of the place was stimulated, and the huge atmosphere filled the audience.

"Fifth level!"

"It actually inspired the fifth level of the sound of the scene in just two sentences. This is a masterpiece."

"Isn't the Atmospheric Realm a ninth level? Why is it said that the fifth level of excitement is a masterpiece?"

"Brother Zhu doesn't know that there are nine levels of the sound of the place. But no matter how good a poem is, it can only be inspired to the fifth level. Unless it recites the masterpiece continuously, the sound of the place will be inspired in progressively."

"I have been to my wife's mansion for more than a dozen times. This is the first time I have encountered the fifth level of Atmospheric Realm being inspired."

"There is no such thing as a great poem. It is difficult to inspire the first and second levels on weekdays. When it reaches the third level, it is enough to pass on word of mouth."

“…………”

Amid the discussion, a song "Bright Moon" in Ningxia has been recited.

The sound of the scene triggers a powerful illusion, filling the venue of 3,000 square meters, such as a large 5D illusion, the sea, the bright moon, the waves...

Not only are the scene descriptions in the poem presented one by one, but the artistic conception of the poem is also perfectly presented.

This instinct is like a painter who knows poetry best, using a magical pen to expose the poet's dream.

"What a good sentence, the bright moon is born on the sea, and the world is sharing this time. How wonderful is it. Xia Sheng, Li Sheng, Bai Sheng, can the three masterpieces have their own works?"

Zhang Zhenjie said loudly.

Xia Qingsong, Li Fengchun and Bai Fengfan all inherited the masterpieces of Ningxia and were unwilling to show their ugly appearances.

Indeed, it is not difficult to write the bright moon as the title. It can be done by all three of them in seven steps.

But being able to do and doing well is apart from one hundred and eight thousand miles apart.

Especially when you write such a masterpiece that stimulates the five levels of sound and sound, you will make a fool of yourself.

Mrs. Guo looked at the illusion in the scene and finally came back to her senses for a long time, urging her: "The illusion has not dissipated, Mr. Zhang quickly set up the question."

Lady Guo Guo's curiosity was aroused. She was extremely curious. She wanted to know whether Ningxia had made famous works one after another and continued to stimulate the sound of the placenta to the sixth level.

Since she set up the Atmospheric Realm, the illusions in the Atmospheric Realm have never been stimulated to the ninth level. Today, Ningxia has reached the fifth level with one move, which aroused her great curiosity.

Zhang Zhenjie said, "These three people have been defeated, who would like to fight Ningxia?"

He asked three times, but no one answered.

There are countless famous poets in the field, but Ningxia's performance is too high, especially when the title is immediately drawn and the poem is seven steps. This is too difficult and the possibility of making famous works is too low.

For a moment, no one answered.

Ningxia said loudly, "Mr. Zhang doesn't have to bother. Continue to draw the questions. Ning said his talent and suppressed all directions. It's not empty talk. The teacher can answer the questions at will. Anyone who can beat Ning's will fail."

"What a crazy person!"

Zhang Zhenjie shouted loudly, shook the jade box again, reached in, and wrote another question to publicly announce it: Drunk.

As soon as the title was revealed, the whole place was silent. Many famous poets, while using their brains, Ningxia, who was already dancing, took another sip of wine and spoke again.

The whole audience was surprised.

Then he heard him chant, "The west wind blows the waves of old Dongting. Xiangjun has a lot of white hair all night. After getting drunk, he doesn't know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams and the galaxy is pressing down on the river."

boom!

The atmosphere, which was about to be restrained, suddenly changed drastically, and the halo rushed out of the venue, spreading throughout the Lady of Guo State's Mansion, and everyone around him saw it.

Then the illusion appeared, and a green boat lay quietly on the blue waves. The bright moon hung high in the sky, and the blue sky curtain almost merged with the lake water.

Ningxia's figure suddenly appeared on the boat. After some heavy drinks, she fell on the boat and fell asleep. The lake wind suddenly rose, the bright moon in the sky was suddenly covered by clouds, and a star suddenly pierced the sky.

Two, three...

In the illusion, the scene is vivid. Soon, stars suddenly appear in the sky, spreading the sea, and the entire lake seems to be lit.
Chapter completed!