Journey to the West I am just a river god

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Before Wu Cheng could react, Zimei left Luohe with a few friends, and they left very quickly.

Lin Yun and the others looked at each other, they seemed to understand, and secretly laughed, it was so funny from the beginning.

Wu Cheng looked at the five curious people at the same table, feeling a little helpless, and even regretted leaving the sect to come to Luohe.

"It seems that Senior Sister Zimei has an unusual relationship with Senior Brother Wu Cheng." One person at the same table said something, and the others nodded frequently.

Fortunately, the appearance of Liu Boji, the host of the Luohe Poetry Association, Princess Ningping of the Han Dynasty relieved Wu Cheng's embarrassment.

This Princess Ningping is graceful and luxurious, with extraordinary momentum but not domineering and repelling others thousands of miles away. Under her majestic appearance, she is also a little smart and playful.

Of course, if compared with the three around Lin Yun, they are still much worse, but today they all suppressed their cultivation and changed their appearance, otherwise they would cause quite a stir.

"Gentlemen and beauties, today we gather by the Luo River to meet friends through poetry, so that life will be revealed!" Princess Ningping raised the wine glass in her hand, and drank the nectar in it, showing her pride.

Everyone in the audience was also infected and drank a glass of wine.

"Today's gathering is a competition of poetry and prose. The Star Gazing Conference is about to be held. This time it is both a member and a warm-up. I don't want to say too much. There are three themes in today's competition, and the No.1 of each theme will get a prize." For a low-grade spiritual artifact, the best one in the audience will get a middle-grade spiritual artifact. The first theme, Mid-Autumn Festival! Original and new works are required." After Princess Ningping finished speaking, she lit a piece of sandalwood and started the countdown.

It's not bad to use a low-grade spiritual weapon as a reward, but it's not too good. At least everyone present has one or two low-grade spiritual weapons, but this middle-grade spiritual weapon is extremely attractive.

Of course, this group of people does not include Lin Yun and the others...

The sandalwood that was lit was not ordinary sandalwood, it added a lot of spiritual things, which had the effect of calming the mind and calming the mind. From the perspective of a cultivator, it is a big deal to use it for timing.

When the incense was about to burn out, a talented man stood up and said, "Everyone, I will make a fool of myself first."

"The person in the audience is Mr. Zhang Yi of Guantianzong." Princess Ning Ping on the stage seemed to know this person, so she asked.

"Princess Hui, it is Zhang Yi." Zhang Yi was neither humble nor overbearing, with an extraordinary temperament and a bit of character.

"Well, you are quite talented on weekdays, so I recited it to share with everyone here." Princess Ningping nodded and said.

Zhang Yi brewed his emotions for a while, and recited: "The evening clouds are collected to overflow the cold, and the silver man turns the jade plate silently. This life and this night will not grow well. Where will the bright moon next year be?"

After the poem was finished, there was a little silence on the field.Maybe not everyone here is good at this, but the basic aesthetic is still there, and this poem is still very good, it is considered a masterpiece.

A few more people stood up after that, but it was not satisfactory, not as good as the first one, and it can barely be regarded as a top-notch work.After that, it became quiet, and naturally there were quite a few poems written, but their works may not even be counted as the last ones, so I am embarrassed to take them out and recite them.

"Is there anyone else who wants to share poems?" Princess Ning Ping asked seeing some silence.

"Princess Hui, I have a poem that I would like to share with all of you here." It was Wu Cheng who had just been humiliated in front of his companions who was speaking. This Wu Beng was obviously prepared and only appeared at this last moment.

Seeing Princess Ningping nodding in agreement, Wu Cheng recited her poem: "Besides the autumn scenery, everything feels leisurely. If there is no moon in this night, autumn will pass in a year."

A five-character verse is barely considered a good work, but it's not that good, at least not as good as Zhang Yi's.

However, this also opened up another small story, and some talented scholars recited poems, and many masterpieces emerged. At present, Zhang Yi's work is the first, and Wu Cheng's is the second.

Everyone seemed to have a conclusion in their minds.

At this moment, a crisp female voice came.

Chapter 175

"Bihai year after year, may I ask, who is the ice wheel for? It blows a piece of autumn fragrance, and it is as clear as snow. In sorrow, I look forward to a good night, knowing that it is all sad. The only shadow is now, it is worthy of weight, the old moon.

In the flower path, playing hide-and-seek, once provoked Xiao Xiaojing Wuye.Remember the light Wan small fan, and several times of cool and hot.Only end up, filled with all kinds of feelings, always boundless, regardless of parting.Once Ziyu was ruthless, Ye Han blew it apart. "

Following the sound, everyone found the person who chanted. He was wearing a light blue dress with fine cherry blossom petals embroidered on the corners of the skirt.There is a jasper hairpin slanted on the head, decorated with thin silver thread beaded tassels, but it is covered with a light veil, but it is difficult to conceal its beautiful face, and its graceful figure also exudes agility.

"It turned out to be Fairy Yang." Princess Ningping said with a smile.

After finishing speaking, many people here were a little excited, but this Fairy Yang is one of the fairies on the list of fairies unique to the Cangnan Region. She is quite accomplished in poetry, and her words tonight live up to her name.

After everyone quieted down a bit, Princess Ningping said: "What do you think of Fairy Yang's words? If there is no opinion, Fairy Yang will be the winner of the first round."

"Fairy Yang's words are better than mine, so it should be number one." Zhang Yi also echoed.

Wu Cheng, including several people at the same table, felt the same way, and Fairy Yang's poems are the number one among the current poems.

As for why it is now, it is naturally because Lin Yun stood up. . .

Yes, Lin Yun felt that this kind of cultured person's occasion was in line with his temperament. Although his writing was not very good, he could be a copywriter.

The time is almost up, and now it’s time for the finale. There are many Mid-Autumn Festival poems, the most famous of which is Su Shi’s "When Will the Moon Come, the Head of the Water Melody", but Lin Yun thinks it’s a bit too old-fashioned, so he thinks of another poem .

"Everyone, I have one more song I would like to share. I don't know if it is possible." Lin Yun stood up and cupped his hands to Princess Ning'an and Fairy Yang.

In fact, it's reasonable, it's all over in the evaluation stage, and it's okay not to recite it for you. Princess Ning'an looked at Fairy Yang and asked what she meant.

"This is Mr. Lin from the Qianyuan Sect."

Princess Anning emphasized again.

Fairy Yang nodded and said softly, "Well, please, my lord."

"A bright moon rises above the sea, and the world shares this moment together.

The lover complains about the night, and the lovesickness begins at night.

Extinguishing the candles, the pity is full, and the cloak feels lucid.

I can't bear the gift from surplus hands, and I have a good time for sleeping and dreaming. "

After the chanting, the audience was silent, as if they were still savoring the artistic conception.

After a long time, Fairy Yang said: "This poem by this young master. The first line of the poem is full of grandeur and grandeur. It looks plain, without any strange words, and without a trace of color. When it comes out, it naturally has a Such a noble and harmonious atmosphere. I am not as good as myself, this round of young master is the first."

Princess Ningping on the stage also nodded in agreement and said: "The first round of son's poems is definitely the first. I don't know what the identity of Master Lin is in the Qianyuan sect? I haven't heard of it before. I saw it today, really It’s quite a feeling of seeing each other late.”

"Haha, the princess is overrated. Lin Xin, a disciple of the Qianyuan Sect, has met Princess Ning'an, Fairy Yang, and all the talented scholars. Thank you Fairy Yang for giving me the opportunity to share my work."

Lin Yun clasped his hands and said that the main introduction was Qianyuanzong. After all, the goal of coming this time is to promote Qianyuanzong again. In addition to strengthening its hard power, its influence must also keep up.

"Okay, I announce that the first place in the first round is Lin Xin, a disciple of Qianyuan Sect, No.2 Fairy Yang, and No.3 Zhang Yi of Guantianzong." Princess Ningping said again, specially bringing Lin Yun's Qianyuan Zong, of course, this can be regarded as another release of goodwill.

"In the second round, today we are composing poems and lyrics by the Luo River. Naturally, the Luo River is indispensable. Please take the Luo River as the theme and ask for original and new works."

After closing the words, another sandalwood was ignited, and the talented scholars in the audience also began to chant and communicate in a low voice.

Wu Cheng, who was on the side, watched Lin Yun sit down, then walked forward, cupped his hands to salute, and said with admiration: "I have seen Senior Brother Lin Xin of Qianyuanzong, the poem just now was shocking, why don't you let me do it?" How is the apprentice?"

"Well, on the road of writing poetry, Lin Xin is indeed a little bit better than me." The person who said this was a person who was at the same table with Wu Cheng, and was despised by everyone including Wu Cheng. . .

"Zhaoji, do you think my writing is okay?" Lin Yun looked at Zhaoji staring at him intently, and said with a smile.

Zhaoji held her chin, then blinked her eyes, and asked, "Brother, is the master you are thinking of in your poem?"