Great Blue Night Watchman

"Second sentence: The Zhou family jumped out and acted as a slut for the tiger. In the place where the Zhizhou Qin Fangweng's tentacles could not extend, they were willing to become dogs that worked for the Qin family. They threatened the residents in the city and were not allowed to provide help to us. Only a man who is not afraid of power can A strong and conscientious businessman risked the world's disapproval to take us in. On the same day, he was maliciously targeted by the Zhou family and poached all his workers. This incident also touched my bottom line."

Zhou Liangcheng's face was covered with black lines, and his chest was filled with anger. He wanted to refute, but Qin Muzhi shook his head gently, signaling to endure it first.

If you want to do big things, don't worry about minor details. If this topic comes up and the other party comes up with some irrefutable evidence, public opinion will explode. Let you say what you want first. When the time comes, we will kill it with one blow, which is the best.

Lin Su raised his fingers: "The third sentence, I am different from you guys who hide their heads and show their tails. If I don't do dirty things behind the scenes, I will do it if you don't like it!... Now I am telling you that I am still willing to fight with Qin Muzhi , Zhou Liangcheng, and those who are tied together, I regard them as opponents of Wen Zhan. Those who are unwilling to join forces with these two people now still have the opportunity to step down!"

On the high platform, everyone sneered slightly, but no one stood up.

Lin Sudao: "Since everyone has chosen a path to the dark side, well, the civil war can begin now!"

Qin Muzhi said with a smile: "Your Excellency has been talking nonsense for so long, we are too lazy to pay attention, just because we don't want to distract from today's theme... Now that you have finished speaking, let's start the civil war, how to fight?"

"Use the simplest, most direct and irrefutable way!" Lin Su said: "Poetry! I am one person against all of you! If any of you can surpass me in poetry, you win! None of you can reach the level of my poetry. Level, I win!”

"Anyone?" The four words floated gently, like falling autumn leaves. Although it was light, the sound reached my ears and was extremely comfortable.

Lin Su's gaze passed through the crowd and landed on the face of the monk in white...

"Yes! Anyone, including your Excellency!"

All the onlookers were excited.

Qiuzixiu!

It's him!

He came forward!

This person who wrote colorful poems when he was young, after seven years of meditation in Buddhism, today on a high platform, he is face to face with a generation of poetry demons who have just emerged and become famous all over the world.

Two geniuses who have never been seen in the poetry world for a century are like two meteors colliding together. No matter what, they are a legend of a generation.

"What's the title?" Qiu Zixiu said calmly.

"This power is given to you! You choose the topic!"

With a bang, everything below exploded.

One person faced off against eleven people, including the Four Heroes, four Jieyuan, a poetry wizard, and two Quzhou Ten Talents, and they actually let the opponent choose the topic.

Literary war, in fact, it is not important to compare poems, words, words, essays, or historical interpretations. What is important is precisely the topic selection.

Why?

The party who chose the topic took too much advantage.

If someone is particularly familiar with a certain object, if someone has a poem that highlights it over the years, if someone happens to have memorized a great poem that has never been circulated in the world, would it be wrong for him to choose the title that corresponds to it? Isn’t it just giving points?

Therefore, under normal circumstances in a literary battle, the question maker must be someone who has absolutely nothing to do with both parties.

Only in this way can fairness be ensured to the greatest extent.

If the questions in the imperial examination are leaked in advance, the entire exam will be invalidated. The questions in the civil war are chosen by the opponent, which is more deadly than the leaked questions in the imperial examination.

But today, Lin Su handed over the most important choice to the other party.

Moreover, he agreed that if one of the eleven people beat him, it would be considered a victory for all eleven people.

If he didn't mean to lose, there is only one explanation - he is too crazy! Insanely crazy!

"Okay!" Qin Muzhi put away his folding fan and said, "You will initiate the civil war, you will decide the method of the civil war, and it is only fair that we will decide the topic. Is there any bet?"

fair? When the people below heard what he said, they seemed to think it was fair, but who among those students didn't know the stuff? Who can feel fair?

Lin Jialiang's forehead was covered with sweat.

Although he had reached a consensus with his third brother that the third brother would take overall control, as soon as his third brother said this, he couldn't help but want to refute, how could the right to choose the topic be left in their hands? If you think about it with your toes, you can understand that the question they chose must be extremely tricky, but at this moment, both parties have reached a consensus.

It’s over! Lin Jialiang's eyes turned gloomy.

Originally, he still had a three-point chance of winning. If the third brother chose the topic, he would just choose wine. When he put the four colorful poems out, this group of people would not be able to collect the four colorful poems about wine, but now, it is all over. Third brother, you...didn't you sleep last night? How could such a stupid move happen?

"Yes!" Lin Su said: "Whoever loses, let this person in Huichang City run around three times and shout 'I am a waste' ten times!"

On the high platform, Zhao Ji's face turned dark.

Everyone below looked at each other in confusion.

Only the women in Piaoxianglou screamed, it was fun, interesting... they liked it...

Qin Muzhi smiled: "Your Majesty, you are very cheerful. Haven't you forgotten Haining's bet that day? I seem to remember that there is another bet in Haining's bet. Do you want to join in?"

"Okay!" Lin Su said: "The winner has the right to ask the loser a question, and the loser must answer truthfully."

"Okay! Take it!" Qin Muzhi stood up.

"Took the answer!" Zhou Liangcheng followed naturally.

The four major elements of liberation stood up at the same time!

In the blink of an eye, on the high platform, ten people agreed, but only one person, Qiu Zixiu!

Qiu Zixiu slowly raised his head: "This bet is really unfair, but there is a saying: You will not survive if you do it yourself! Take it!"

Receive all eleven people!

Zhou Liangcheng wrote the bet agreement with precious paper and precious pen, and both parties signed it!

The literary bet has been fulfilled.

All the tens of thousands of people watching became nervous. The literary bet was concluded and could not be changed.

What will their theme be?

Lin Jialiang secretly prayed in his heart that his ancestors would bless him and that the questions he asked must not go beyond the scope of his third brother's cognition. Otherwise, he would not be able to escape today. If he just ran away, it's okay to say that his third brother was even in the literary world. The ninth princess of the Fox Clan may be able to find a magic medicine to solve the problem.

But the other party also made a second condition. They must be here for the secret recipe of Baiyunbianjiu. No... There are eleven of them. Each of them can ask the third brother a question, and it's not just Baiyunbianjiu. So simple? I'm afraid that the magical machine just developed by the third brother can't be saved... all the secrets of the Lin family will be revealed.

At this time, the cold sweat on his forehead has not gone away, and there is new sweat...

On the high platform, Qin Muzhi smiled: "The bet has been made, now it's time to choose the topic. Before choosing the topic, I would like to invite you to enjoy the performance of a wonderful instrument! Our topic is related to this thing."

He clapped his hands lightly, and the curtains on the high platform slowly opened.

It was dark inside, with a woman vaguely there.

He clapped his hands twice, and the lights inside turned on. A beautiful woman sat on a stool with a graceful figure. She held a strange-shaped musical instrument in her hand, blocking her face...

Lin Su's heart skipped a beat, Pipa!

In his previous knowledge, there was no pipa in the world, so he wrote the first wine poem: Grape wine from a luminous cup. When he wanted to drink from the pipa, he immediately urged him. He changed the word pipa to "Qingzheng" for battlefield attack. .

He knew that there was a way of music in this world, and he also thought that if a person who liked music liked him more, he could make a pipa to help her create a new way of music...

But now, Pipa has actually appeared.

"What is this?" Everyone below stared at the Pipa, none of them knew.

Lin Jialiang's head jumped, what is this? He doesn't know at all. He doesn't know, and his third brother certainly won't know either. What a tragedy!

The other party is so insidious, they have chosen something that no one else knows, and they must already know it, and they must have put their minds together and prepared countless excellent poems in advance, deliberately and unintentionally, shamelessly!

Lin Jialiang's face turned red all of a sudden, and he was about to get on the high platform, but a person next to him crossed his arms and came to him in one step: "What? Second Young Master Lin can't stay still? Want to go up and help?"

It’s Zheng Hao.

Lin Jialiang shouted: "This is unfair! Lin has never seen this thing before, and my brother naturally doesn't know about it, and they prepared poems in advance, shameless..."

"Third Young Master Lin!" Qin Muzhi said coldly: "The literary agreement has been signed. Can my brother's regret be used as a reason to break the agreement?"

"No!" Lin Su said: "Do you really want to use this object as your title?"

"Exactly!" Qin Mu said: "This thing is called Pipa. It has just been introduced to the world from the north. I have never heard of it. Why don't we listen to a song first and then write a poem based on it? ?”

"The bet has been made, please do as you wish!"

"Okay! Let's start!" Qin Muzhi ordered...

The pipa girl slowly moved her pipa away, and what she saw was an extremely beautiful face. Her hand passed across it gently, like jade in a mess. With just one sound, the whole audience was shocked...

The sound of the pipa is extremely lively, slowing down at first, then becoming more and more urgent, reaching its highest point, and then ending abruptly...

The crowd was flying out of the sky when they suddenly heard the sound of the pipa stopped. Several people below put their palms together and were about to applaud. However, on the high platform, no one moved. They all stared at the silence. Those who wanted to applaud stopped.

There was a choking sound, like a silver bottle being broken, and the swords and guns were roaring, and everyone's hearts were ringing...

The pipa gradually becomes soothing and distant, becoming silent...

The Pipa girl's pipa was raised again, and she hid behind the pipa...

"Okay!" Everyone on the high platform cheered.

The audience in the audience woke up from a dream and cheered in unison...

The curtain slowly closed...

"Just write a poem with Pipa as the title!" Qin Mu said: "Let's get started, it's limited to a quarter of an hour!"

The maid next to her counted down the timer and the timer started!

Lin Su looked quietly at the curtain behind her. Who is this woman? Why is the pipa filled with such complex feelings, as if she has no thoughts and is at war with each other? Without considerable experience, she cannot play such a piece of music...

One minute, two minutes, three minutes, five minutes...

Yang Yu hands together and starts writing!

Zhou Liangcheng also wrote it!

The four major interpreters wrote almost at the same time...

Zhao Ji raised his pen...

Qin Muzhi finally picked up his pen...

There was only one person, Qiu Zixiu. He looked at Lin Su with a smile and slowly raised the pen. He was extremely gentle and Buddha-like, as if he was afraid of disturbing the spirit on the tip of the pen...

Lin Jialiang's sweat slowly trickled down his back. He had been in this situation with his third brother before. He began to feel that he could always write something, but when it came to the end, he handed in a blank paper. Today's musical instrument really hit his third brother. Caught off guard?

You actually put pen to paper!

The curtains inside slowly opened a crack at some point, and a pair of eyes looked at Lin Su through the crack. Lin Su's eyes met these eyes, and she was slightly shocked. What kind of eyes were these? Full of pain and helplessness, like a fish in a transparent fish tank, rushing left and right, but unable to get out, but she still fantasized about miracles...

There are only about three minutes left.

Lin Sucai seemed to suddenly wake up, picked up the pen, and wrote with one stroke...

time up!

There was a shout from behind, and everyone had a piece of paper in front of them. Everyone completed the poem within the specified time.

"The poems have been completed, how to test the quality of the poems?" Lin Su said.

"Burn the holy incense! Listen to the holy judgment!"

"Fair! That's it!" Lin Su said: "Everyone, please read it first!"

Yang Yu was the first to write and read his poem:

"It seems that there are strange sounds coming from the sky, and the rhymes are full of love in the night..."

After reading a poem, a white light suddenly appeared. The piece of paper on his desk was suspended for half an inch. There was thunderous applause below. High-end talents competed in poetry. It was really terrifying. The holy light appeared in the first poem. How rare was it? Even Lin Jialiang secretly admired it. Only literati know how difficult white light poetry is. Lin Jialiang has only written one white light poem in more than ten years of literary practice. It was under extremely unexpected circumstances that he occasionally got a wonderful line. .

"What a poem! Brother Yang's poem is really beautiful and in line with Brother Yang's usual style." Qin Muzhi praised.

Yang Yu smiled and said: "Master Lin, how do you feel?"

Lin Su nodded: "Very good! But I just have a question to ask Brother Yang. Brother Yang said it in a rhyme and with a lot of love. Why is it night? Could it be that you wrote this last night?"

Yang Yu's heart suddenly sank, I C!

This poem was really written last night. He was particularly touched by the three words "night cut", so he raised his hand and wrote it, ignoring that it was already daytime and the other party had his pigtails...

Qin Muzhi smiled faintly: "The lute is in the dark room, the curtain is drawn, like the night is opening, the night is cut into three characters, the artistic conception is extraordinary, why not?"

"Yes! I didn't say no, I just have doubts." Lin Su said lightly: "I hope there will be no more things like moonlight in the following poems. Otherwise, I really doubt that you all had it last night. Wrote a poem.”

Everyone below looked at each other, could this really be the case?

The people on this stage had already written a poem last night. Was this Pipa something they discussed last night?

Qin Muzhi said coldly: "Are you trying so hard to find an excuse for failure?"

"Haha!" Lin Su said: "I let you take advantage of the right time, place and people, but so what? Keep going!"

The second poem, a poem by He Mintao: "There is moonlight hidden in the river and the water is cold, and the sound of pipa disturbs the small swing..."

Poof, Lin Su laughed.

Countless people below laughed at the same time. He just said that the moonlight should not appear, and in the next song, the moonlight came out...

He Mintao's eyes bulged and he stopped...

"Ahem...Brother He, don't worry, I just suddenly thought of something funny, you continue!"

After He Mintao finished reading, there was no movement or white light in the poem, it was just a cursory poem.