Chapter 882 Hand: Shut up, it’s my turn this time!
The activity of writing poetry is an important part of the Baigu Poetry Society. Even the activity itself is called "competing for the top poetry title" among the participants.
Unlike Mo Cheng who only wanted to be in the top three and meet the Lord of Baigu City, there is a saying that there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts, and those students came here to compete for the first place.
Those who want to participate in the [Poetry Championship] need to first get special paper and pen. Both the paper and the pen have anti-counterfeiting measures. At the same time, the brush can write without dipping it in ink, but once written, it can only be used for the time of one stick of incense.
After receiving paper and pen, they lined up at the referee's office. The referees were several respected teachers and gentlemen. The students randomly took slips of paper from two judges and wrote poems based on the elements on the two slips of paper.
Just hearing about this activity made Mo Cheng feel a toothache, whether it was the anti-counterfeiting measures of the utensils, the writing of a limited time of one stick of incense, or the random selection of two elements for creation.
This basically prevents someone from bringing out previously written poems, and makes the competition as fair as possible for all participants.
What's even more amazing is that randomly drawing two notes is purely a matter of luck.
If you are unlucky or encounter a referee with a bad taste, it is possible that the paper you draw will have the word "pornographic" written on it.
And Mo Cheng's luck...
As a guy who subconsciously washes his hands and face every time he draws a reward, he doesn't believe that his luck will be that good.
"What's the matter with these questions that are comparable to those in the Mathematical Olympiad?"
Mo Cheng bared his teeth. He would rather go back to participate in the Mathematical Olympiad than to compose a poem on the spot with a limited time and limited elements.
But there is no way, the city lord still has to meet.
After Mo Cheng received the paper and pen, he ran to the queue and waited for a while before it was his turn.
The gentlemen who served as judges sat together in a circle, whispering to each other from time to time, sometimes standing up and walking around, and even nodding at the poems that others had not yet finished.
At this moment, Mo Cheng felt like he was back in the college entrance examination hall.
He now wanted to just turn around and leave.
However, for other students and scholars, "Poetry Competition" is an alternative college entrance examination venue. Through this platform and this activity, they can make a name for themselves.
Soon, it was Mo Cheng’s turn to draw.
In front of Mo Cheng was an old scholar with gray hair, "Name, please tell me about the academy."
"Jixia Academy, Mo Cheng."
The old scholar raised his head in surprise after hearing this and looked at Mo Cheng carefully, "But Mo Shouxin from Jixia, a talented scholar?"
Damn, someone here knows me.
"You don't deserve the title of a talented person."
Mo Cheng just hoped that the topic he would draw later would not be too difficult, at least he would not have no idea what poem to copy.
Otherwise, [Qilin Talent] would become a joke.
The old scholar did not disguise his voice when he spoke, so when Mo Cheng revealed his identity, the other judges looked over.
"Jixia Mocheng?"
"That Qilin talent?"
"Wei Yi's disciple?"
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Not only the judges , but also those who had finished writing poems and had not yet left, those who had followed in but were not participating in the competition but were waiting for their friends, and even those who were just there to watch the fun all looked at Mo Cheng.
After all, [Yuedanping] is of extremely high value to students , and it can even be said to be the number one list.
Mo Cheng's appearance here is no less than playing three-on-three basketball on the street and finding out that the people playing opposite you are Jordan and O'Neal.
The old scholar looked at Mo Cheng, then looked at Shen Xueqi beside Mo Cheng, and smiled, as if he remembered something from the past, "Hey, Wei Yi's disciple. Don't go to the lake to play, and don't drink."
The old scholar said some inexplicable words that left Mo Cheng confused, but soon one of the judges explained: "Mr. Wei Yi was quite a knight-errant when he was young. He once saw a disciple from a big sect bullying a bartender at Drunken Lake while traveling and studying. The disciple was taught a lesson by Mr. Wei Yi, and the disciple could not swallow that breath, so he returned to his sect and gathered hundreds of fellow disciples to seek revenge."
" Mr. Wei Yi was not afraid. He rented a boat and waited by the lake. He said that if anyone could get his clothes stained with lake water, he would bow his head and apologize. But if not, he would buy two jars of wine from the wine girl and drink them."
"That day, Mr. Wei Yi beat a thousand people into the lake, then poured a boatload of wine into the lake and invited all the boats on the lake to drink together. All the disciples of the sect drank and got drunk."
"For the next three days, all the fish caught from the lake smelled like wine. From then on, the name of the lake was changed to Drunk."
Very good, it seems that Taoist Wei Yi was also a ranger when he was young. I don’t know what he went through to become so rigid.
"I never cause trouble."
The old scholar narrowed his eyes and said, "I'm listening carefully. Now, let's pick a question."
Mo Cheng did not delay and directly pulled out two pieces of paper. The two pieces of paper read "sadness" and "love hurt" respectively.
“…”
What kind of a fucking topic is this?!
Mo Cheng couldn't help but wonder if there was something wrong with his luck, or if he didn't wash his hands carefully enough.
"How? But you can't answer it?"
The old scholar smiled, as if he really wanted to see Mo Cheng give up. It was unknown whether he had any grudge with Taoist Wei Yi.
"I will try my best."
Mo Cheng looked at the students around him, then looked at Shen Xueqi, and took a deep breath to calm his mind.
There weren't many poems in his mind that fit the topic, so he could only give it a try.
Mo Cheng picked up the pen and started writing on the paper without even dipping it in ink.
As soon as he put pen to paper, the old scholar nodded and said, "The handwriting is strong and sharp. It prefers to be straight rather than crooked. It's good handwriting."
Mo Cheng has never studied calligraphy, but his strong ability to control his body and the ability to use the brush in his hand as a sword make the words he writes carry a sense of sword.
The pen moved quickly and soon a poem was completed.
Once you have seen the ocean, all other waters are but puddles.
There are no clouds except Wushan.
I am too lazy to look back at the flowers.
Half because of practicing Taoism and half because of you.
After finishing writing, Mo Cheng put down his pen, stepped back two steps, and said with his hands clasped in greeting, "I have finished it."
Several judges stood up and walked to the side to watch, which was completely different from the treatment given to others who handed over papers .
Silence. After the teacher and the gentlemen took turns reading it, they all fell silent. Then they passed the poem to the students next to them to read.
Soon, the poem written by Mo Cheng was shown to all the students.
After a long while, the old scholar finally sighed, "I am too lazy to look back at the flowers, half because of my cultivation and half because of you. Good sentences, good poems, no words mention love, but every sentence is filled with sadness."
"I really don't know what kind of person he is, to become your Cang Hai and Wu Shan."
After copying a poem, Mo Cheng didn't know what these people saw, and he didn't ask.
However, the look that Shen Xueqi beside him gave Mo Cheng was filled with complicated emotions.
