I Got Stronger By Using Copper Coins Until I Am Invincible

Although the princes didn't help him, the "rustling" sound of everyone's writing made Lin Anruo unable to utter a single word of his rebuttal.

Standing there with a pale face, in Lin Anruo's mind, he began to uncontrollably rehearse the various tragic endings after falling into Yin Zhiping's hands.

A trace of clear tears was about to fall, when Lin Anruo suddenly saw Gong Ziliang throw away the wolf pen in his hand, and got up and left his seat.

As soon as he moved, everyone who was still writing quickly stopped writing and looked at it blankly.

Before they could figure out what happened, Yin Zhiping burst into laughter: "Hahaha, my mind is surging today, and I made such a good article, please enjoy it!"

"I found the broken sword head, but I don't know why it was broken.

A green snake's tail is held in one hand, and the head of a green peak is several inches.

It is suspected that it is a whale salamander, otherwise it is a stinging Jiaoqiu.

Missing in the soil, abandoned and uncollected.

I have a contemptuous temperament, just not soft.

Don't fold the sword lightly, it's still better than the whole hook..."

Holding the rice paper in one hand, Yin Zhiping recited aloud the poems written by the Great Confucian of the Dynasty, while the other hand drew out the sword around his waist and danced the sword to make peace.

There are sword shadows in the crowd, and there is a bit of a sword fairy smell.

After the poem was over, the sword returned to its sheath, and after a brief silence, the people who reacted immediately exploded the atmosphere.

"Poetry and prose are magnificent, ambitious, brilliant, and inspiring to generations!"

"I really can't think of any poems about sword chanting that can be compared to this one."

"Compared with each other? Hmph, as soon as this poem comes out, the sword poetry in the world will be burnt to the ground."

Those who can climb to the third floor of the attic are all from a wealthy family. They have been immersed in the scriptures since childhood, and they naturally recognize the amazingness of Yin Zhiping's poem.

The last person's evaluation may be a bit exaggerated, but in sword poetry, it is not an exaggeration to call the word "absolute".

Even Lin Anruo was stunned by this poem at this time, stunned there, his attitude towards Yin Zhiping began to waver in his heart.

"Not bad."

Gong Ziliang also nodded in praise. Compared with Yin Zhiping's previous limericks, this poem is so high that I don't know where it is.

At least with the little ink in his own stomach, it is impossible to write.

But after his voice fell in the ears of others, it caused them to look sideways and scolded angrily:

"Dog thing, this peerless sword poem by Yin Shizi is enough to be called the masterpiece of the country, and it has been passed down through the ages. Is it something you can judge at will?"

After the man finished speaking, the rest of the people nodded in approval, and judging from their indignant expressions, it was entirely from their hearts.

In their opinion, after today, Yin Zhiping's poem will surely become famous, and as witnesses, they feel deeply and honored for this.

And the evaluation given by Gong Ziliang undoubtedly desecrated this poem!

"Young Master Liang's level is limited, so it's harmless to say some shameful words."

Yin Zhiping waved his hand, expressing his tolerance.

Immediately, his eyes seemed to be unintentional, and fell on the rice paper on Gong Ziliang's desk.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and Yin Zhi smiled calmly: "Oh, it turns out that Young Master Liang has also prepared poems, picking lotus flowers, so please read them quickly and listen to everyone."

The lotus picking in Yin Zhiping's mouth is exactly Lin Anruo's maid.

At this moment, Yin Zhiping is calling, but it is like calling his own slaves.

After hearing Yin Zhiping's words, Cailian didn't even look at Lin Anruo, and walked straight to the wine table where the poems of the young master were placed.

Looking at the scene in front of them, the several princes in the field all showed playful smiles, as if they had expected it.

Lin Anruo's body was unstable, and half of his face exposed outside the tulle was pale.

"There's something for the surnamed Yin. It doesn't matter if he buys a competitor, even the referee belongs to him."

Gong Ziliang shook his head, saw the situation clearly, and immediately glanced at Lin Anruo, who was shaky, and temporarily put out his thoughts of leaving.

It's not that he loves Xiangxiu and cherishes jade, but considering that if Lin Anruo falls into Yin Zhiping's hands, the token will definitely not be available.

He stopped and let Cailian pick up the rice paper. Yin Zhiping couldn't help but stare at his gesture.

"Can this kid be able to write poetry and prose that surpasses that of the great Confucian of my dynasty?"

As soon as this idea came into my mind, it was instantly suppressed by Yin Zhiping.

One is to play on the spot, and the other is to prepare well. In Yin Zhiping's opinion, even if the son has some poetic talent, he will never be able to write poetry that surpasses his.

Furthermore, even if Young Master Liang is a real poet, so what?

Good or bad, he said it!

While Yin Zhiping was thinking about it, Cai Lian had already started to recite the poems in his hands:

"Shen Shen's mind is about the north and the south, and the talent is empty."

However, after listening to the first couplet, Yin Zhiping couldn't help but feel a little suspicious.

This is completely irrelevant to the theme of writing underappreciated talent and "sword"!

Turning his head to look at the princes, Yin Zhiping saw the same confusion on their faces.

However, thinking that the level of these two sentences alone is not enough to surpass his own poetry, Yin Zhiping suppressed his doubts and continued to listen.

Without noticing, Lin Anruo's eyes flashed again with a blazing light.

As the daughter of the daughter of the Lin family, her talent is not inferior to men!

A glance at the talented people in the world, isn't she the one who wrote it?

In order to protect the family, when she left and drifted away, she still did not let go of her concern for the family.

Tossing around the northeast and southwest, with a heavy heart, isn't it also her?

In terms of talent, these two sentences are not outstanding, but because of his own experience, Lin Anruo felt very empathetic at this time, and began to look forward to the poems that follow.

"I will bury my head in the prehistoric seat in my prime, and I will cherish the deeds of the virtuous in my twilight years."

"Kong Gao worship will become immortal, and then you will be full of anger."

However, as soon as the jaw and neck couplets came out, Lin Anruo was a little disappointed.

These two sentences continue the grievances of the first couplet, and the ambition expressed is just to leave some heart-wrenching words.

It can be said that Lin Anruo has nothing to praise.

Compared with Yin Zhiping, not to mention the sword poems written later, even the poems in the first scene have a certain gap.

Yin Zhiping and several princes also understood the meaning of poetry and prose at this time, and when they looked at each other, their faces showed a bit of sarcasm.

"Lin everyone, it seems that this good son is nothing more than that. He is not even a little bit worse than Brother Yin Shizi."

A prince was overwhelmed with pride, and after the voice fell, it immediately attracted several other people to brag about it.

Yin Zhiping had a smile on the corner of his mouth, and the victory was in his hands. Before Cailian finished reading the poems, he had already begun to accept the congratulations from everyone.

After some pretentious greetings.

Yin Zhiping glanced at Lin Anruo, whose face was ashen, and immediately looked down at Young Master Liang.