Nine Stars Killer

The time for a cup of tea soon passed, Ye Feng slowly stood up, and Tang Liangyun walked up to Ye Feng on purpose.

"Ye Feng, do it with confidence and your family will always support you!"

Ye Feng has a black line, and he has won two games in a row now. Even if the last two games are lost, the Tang family can't lose much. At this time, he stepped up to comfort himself. He didn't start the game with a cautious attitude, thinking that Ye Feng would lose.

"Thank you elder!"

Although Ye Feng knew clearly in his heart, he still expressed his gratitude. At least when the family came, he did not blame him, but supported himself. This made Ye Feng quite moved.

From the very beginning, Ye Feng had no plans to use the resources of the Tang family, but no one knew about it except he knew it. They all believed that the Tang family was Ye Feng's backing.

"Who will play in the third pass!"

Ye Feng came to the middle of the painting boat and asked the Zhong family camp. The third level is also the literary and talented level. This level is relatively not difficult. Who says that the cultivator is the eldest person, and some people know how to write and dance.

"Patriarch, let me come!"

At this time, a disciple took the initiative to invite Ying, planning to play.

"Well, it's up to you!"

Zhong Yang glanced at the man who invited Ying and nodded.

"Zhong Shuang, you have to win this round, otherwise our Zhong family will be very passive."

Zhong Li looked at the disciple Yingying with a earnest tone.

"Don't worry, elder, I will definitely defeat my opponent and save the honor for the family!"

The player who played in the battle was called Zhong Shuang, with a confident look on his face. In terms of literary talent, he was confident.

Both sides stood still, Zhong's eyes were very gloomy, holding a fan in his hand, and there was a fragrance of books, but it was a pity that he was more hostile.

"I have a picture here. Both of you write a poem and attach it to the picture. In the end, whose poem is closer to the meaning of the picture will naturally be the winner!"

The third level is to write a poem. Elder Guo took out a painting from his arms, placed it on the case, spread it out, and painted a huge mountain on it. On top of the huge mountain, a huge pine tree stands proudly. There is a kind of direct meaning to the sky.

The two of them looked at this painting, and no one dared to write it lightly. Once they wrote it, there was no room for regret. They kept thinking about it, and the time limit was a stick of incense.

Many people around were talking about how to write poems if they were replaced.

Is it to describe mountain peaks, Cangsong, or both.

This presents a difficult problem for everyone. If you describe a mountain, it will naturally deviate from the topic. If you describe Cangsong, it will be a partial topic. Therefore, the seemingly simple poem inscribes, but it is difficult for many people.

Time is passing by a little bit. If you don't lift the pen anymore, the time will be too late. Zhong Shuang picked up the prepared brush, dipped it in the ink, and with a big stroke, began to write a poem in the lower left corner of the painting.

"The taller is three thousand feet tall, and the lower one thousand feet low, like wild things, I don't know who planted it!"

Zhong Shuang's pen inscribed, five-character quatrains, but also appropriate, describing high mountains, low mountains, and green pine. I don't know who planted it.

Only less than one-third of a stick of incense remained, and Ye Feng was still bowing his head in thought.

Only a few people in the Tang family showed a sneer, most of them were secretly anxious. Zhong Shuang was done, no matter what, it's better to write a song, it is better than not to write.

Seeing the sandalwood burning to the tip, everyone's heart was lifted, because at this time Ye Feng suddenly lifted the pen, dipped in the ink, and at a very fast speed, like a dragon flying and phoenix dancing, the pen wandering around the dragon, in this painting Poem in the lower right corner.

However, in the blink of an eye, the poem was formed, the sandalwood was burned to the end, the last drop of incense ash fell, Ye Feng also put down the pen in his hand, and some cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Everyone stood up and walked towards the case. The first person to walk towards the case was Old Man Guo. He paused for a few breaths on the two poems, and finally settled on Ye Feng's poem.

"Well, it's wonderful, it should be the time and the color!"

It was not Mr. Guo who was speaking, but a large merchant. This man was also considered a literati, who was proficient in some arts and sciences, and did not know whose poetry he was evaluating.

Those who were close were big people. As for those disciples, they could only stand far away and couldn't see what they were writing.

"The sentence mentioned mountains, peaks, scenery, pine, and even more rarely, artistic conception, and the ambition of Lingyun!"

This time it was an elder of the Mo family who touched his beard, and even the Mo family, who had never interfered in the world, spoke out, and seemed to be attracted by one of the poems.

"Good poems, good poems, even if the poetry fairy is alive, you can't write such a timely and appropriate sentence!"

This time it was Tang Tian's turn to praise. Although there was something to show off, he was indeed attracted by the meaning of the poem.

Only Old Man Guo stroked his beard lightly and never spoke. He looked at the Zhong family and found that the faces of the Zhong family were green.

"What do you think!"

Mr. Guo didn't speak, he looked around and asked everyone for their opinions.

"What you see is a poem, and the real meaning should be above the momentum. The whole spirit and spirit are all integrated into the poem. The pen walks around the dragon, just like a dragon going out to sea, every word has the air, especially the loose character. , As if alive."

This time, it was the Lan Family Patriarch who was also complimenting him, which is rare.

At this time, everyone reacted and looked at the sentence carefully, and found that the pine word was actually swaying, like a giant tree, standing tall and tall on a giant mountain.

Old man Guo smiled slightly, and finally someone knew the goods. Those people just commented on the poems, and they didn't even notice this.

"Wonderful, wonderful, really eye-opening!"

The face of the big businessman who started the evaluation was almost all pasted on the painting, wanting to see what happened.

"The five old peaks in the southeast of Lushan Mountain, the green hills cut out golden lotus. Jiujiang's beauty can be gathered, and I nest here in Yunsong. People did not know Lingyun wood, and waited until Lingyun began to rise!"

Tang Liangyun read out the poem written by Ye Feng aloud, and all the people around him heard clearly.

"Miao Miao Miao..."

There were bursts of witty words all around, and they were all attracted by this verse.

Everyone present was amazed, only Ye Feng, a black line, was squeezed out and retreated directly outside.

"Junior brother, I didn't expect your literary talent to be so outstanding. It seems that I have been worried for nothing!"

Watching Ye Feng return, Tang Yan had a rare smile on her face. Not surprisingly, Ye Feng won this round, and the Tang family won three rounds in four rounds. Even if they lost the last round, the Tang family would make a lot of money.

"It's nonsense!"

Ye Feng curled his lips. This was just a poem he borrowed from his previous life. If people knew it, I didn't know how he would feel, but in the eyes of this moment, Ye Feng would not say that he was killed.

At this time, it was no longer possible to use facial expressions to describe the emotions of the Zhong family, one by one was downcast and had to admire Ye Feng's poem.

"Ahem..."

At this time, Old Man Guo coughed a few times. Those who were on the case were all together, and found that they were a little gaffe. With their current state, they were gaffe in front of so many juniors.

"Gaffes..."

Many people felt that they were lost, and quickly put away their embarrassment, and sat down safely.

"Everyone can judge this round!"

Old man Guo didn't want to say anything, he had to seek the opinions of others first.

"Ye Feng's poem is impeccable and deserves to be won. It can be said to be a stunning work!"

The big merchant said without hesitation, and soon a few cold eyes gathered on him, and he shrank his neck quickly, not daring to speak.

"Today's game is forbidden to have any threats. Everything is fair. Anyone who dares to tell lies will have trouble with the old."

The old man Guo was a little angry, and the look in the Zhong family's eyes was obviously threatening. These big merchants did not dare to offend the Zhong family.

With the words of Mr. Guo, the Zhong family has become more restrained and dare not show a fierce light.

Around those big merchants and some disciples began to comment, pushing Ye Feng's poem to a new height.

"Now I announce that Ye Feng won the third round!"

Listening to the discussion around, Mr. Guo announced the result.

Hearing the cheers of the Tang family, everyone in the Zhong family sat down softly, Zhong Yang's face was gloomy, and Zhong Li stared at Ye Feng with murderous eyes.

Zhong Qiang showed a trace of decadence. He had caused everything today. If he weren't competitive, he would not lose three games in a row.

But now that complaining can't solve the problem, the key is in the last round, whether you can get back one sentence, even if you lose two games, with the Zhong family's background, you can't hurt your muscles.

"Everyone, take a break and go to the fourth round!"

It was almost late at night, and the cold autumn breeze had blown, but the mood of everyone was indelible. At this time, the interest was even higher. There were more and more people around, and the city of fire had almost become an empty city, all gathered here.

Feeling the eager gaze around him, Ye Feng's expression was still very natural, talking and laughing with the Wang Ziao and Tong Shen beside him, and those Tang family disciples stepped forward to show their favor.

There were only a dozen people standing in the corner with a gloomy expression. It was Tang Lei who saw Ye Feng's successive victories. Tang Lei couldn't sit still, and wanted to go up and kill Ye Feng.

"Ye Feng, relax at the last level, don't have any pressure!"

Tang Liangyun still walked over, with a smile on his face at this time.

Even Tang Qiu, who had been stern-faced, couldn't understand his expression at this time. When he came to Huafang, Tang Qiu was hostile to Ye Feng, and now he began to change his attitude.

Tang Tian nodded to Ye Feng with a smiled eyes, so that he would not have any worries, just do it.

"The disciple understands that he will definitely not disappoint the family!"

In any case, the family did not abandon him after all, which made Ye Feng a little touched.

"The fourth round begins now!"

Taking a break for tea time, the fourth round begins, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, the last round should be tested is painting.

Ye Feng stood up and walked towards the middle of the painting boat. Someone has already arranged two cases with various paints on them and a meter-long rice paper prepared.

"Zhong Wuyan, you go!"

Zhong Yang spoke at this time, and from among the Zhong family disciples, a young woman stood up and walked towards the center of the field.

In the fourth round, the Zhong family sent out a woman who looked mediocre, very enchanting, and exuded a strong powdery air.