"Wang Xiaoqiang, how about this? To save everyone's ti, let's bet on three rounds. Each round we compete with a poem, and whoever wins two rounds is the victor. This way, it doesn't seem like I'm bullying you, right!"
Long Yin knew that Ann Miaoyi was watching from afar at this mont, so he felt a bit impatient. He wanted to quickly showcase his talents, defeat Wang Xiaoqiang, make Wang Xiaoqiang crawl under his pants, vent Ann Miaoyi's anger, and win her favor.
In his haste, he simplified the contents of the literary duel.
Wang Xiaoqiang, also soone who dislikes trouble, naturally agreed when he saw this and nodded, saying, "No problem, you can set the topic."
In order to make Wang Xiaoqiang lose convincingly, Long Yin said, "I won't set the topic, let soone else set the topic. This way it seems more fair."
"Alright, then let my sister set the topic temporarily." Wang Xiaoqiang pushed Dai Yu forward.
Long Yin stared at Dai Yu with a playful smile and said, "No problem."
Dai Yu, though lacking cultivation base, possessed talent, excelling in poetry, lyrics, prose, and writing. Not to ntion setting a topic was a breeze. She did not refuse, stepped forward, and said, "It is spring, the spring light is fine. Why don't you both compose a poem about 'Wing Chun'."
Hearing this, Long Yin's lips curled into a relaxed smile, nodding to indicate no problem.
Wang Xiaoqiang said, "Your Highness Long Yin, since there's no problem, why don't you go first."
Without delay, Long Yin clasped his hands behind his back, puffed out his chest, looked into the distance at the spring scenery of Yueyang Courtyard, deliberately and inadvertently stepped forward, and recited, "Warm sun in the sky shines..."
After pondering for a mont, he stepped forward again and continued to recite, "Flowers greet the sun with smiles,"
After pondering for another mont, he stepped forward again and then recited the next line, "Birds chirp in the wind,"
Then, almost without pause, and without stepping forward again, he directly recited the final line, "Spring scenery in Yueyang is great!"
...
The scene was silent for a mont, then broke out in cheers, "Good!"
"The Seventh Prince crafted a poem in three steps, truly a prodigy!"
"Warm sun in the sky shines, flowers greet the sun with smiles, birds chirp in the wind, spring scenery in Yueyang is great!" Soone couldn't help but recite it again, then analyzed, "This poem is simple and unpretentious. It seems simple, but it's actually not easy, a rare good poem..."
Listening to the crowd's discussions and praises, Wang Xiaoqiang couldn't help but chuckle, thinking, what kind of poem is this? It's clearly just a jingle! There are countless jingles like this!
Heck, claiming to be a prodigy with his three-step poem... I think it's more like a wastrel. Hmm, he writes jingles, while I shouldn't write jingles. Originally, there's no high or low in literature; it's hard to distinguish victory. If I don't craft a classic poem to suppress him, I can't outdo him at all. Since there's a duel, the opponent must admit defeat convincingly, and it must be recited in one go. He crafted a poem in three steps, well, I will craft a poem in three breaths.
Seeing the crowd stop discussing, Wang Xiaoqiang clasped his hands behind his back and recited directly, "Spring sleep does not notice dawn, everywhere the birds are singing; last night the wind and rain ca, how many blossoms fallen?"
The poem was recited, almost without pause, clean and neat, took extrely short ti, almost just three breaths spent, truly a poem crafted in three breaths.
After Wang Xiaoqiang's recitation, there was silence in the scene, everyone stared at Wang Xiaoqiang, continuously savoring his poem, seeming a bit disbelieving that this poem was composed by Wang Xiaoqiang, and three seconds later, the scene erupted in amazent and sighs.
"Wow, wonderful, this poem is too wonderful,"
"Spring sleep does not notice dawn, everywhere the birds are singing; last night the wind and rain ca, how many blossoms fallen?" Soone couldn't help but recite it, then closed his eyes, imrsed himself in the realm of the poem, showing a look of enjoynt, shaking his head in admiration, "Ah, it's too wonderful, delightful..."
"Especially the last line, I seem to see the image of spring flowers falling!" Soone followed with praise.
Amidst the crowd's praises, Long Yin's Yin softness face beca gloomy and looked very unpleasant. He stared intently at Wang Xiaoqiang, continually using his Divine Sense to scan Wang Xiaoqiang, checking whether he was using soone else's poem to cheat,
but ultimately found no scrap of paper or word on Wang Xiaoqiang, and this poem had never been crafted by anyone before. Obviously, Wang Xiaoqiang recited it spontaneously.
The ten judges included five forr students from Yueyang Academy and five new entrants, which ant both veterans and newcors were present, with varying literary achievents. However, to enter Yueyang Academy, at least the basic literary foundation was present, similarly, their appreciation ability was not lacking.
So at this ti, the ten judges had already compared the poems of the two and quickly reached a conclusion.
Long Yin crafted a poem in three steps.
Wang Xiaoqiang crafted a poem in three breaths.
Wang Xiaoqiang's poem had already surpassed a certain realm, reaching a state that could only be grasped but not spoken of, needing no comntary, any comnt would blemish the poem. This poem could be considered a classic, able to be passed down through the ages.
In contrast, Long Yin's poem could only be considered so-so; composing a rhyd poem within three steps is also not easy. Looking at the entire Yueyang Academy, it's also considered a top level. But compared to Wang Xiaoqiang, in both ti spent composing and the quality of the poem, there's a huge gap,
nothing can be compared. Long Yin's poem compared to Wang Xiaoqiang's is as crude as a child's jingle.
Obviously, Wang Xiaoqiang completely defeated Long Yin in the first round.
Wang Xiaoqiang stared at Long Yin with a playful smile, then turned his gaze to the ten judges and said, "Alright, the ten judges can now make their judgnt."
The ten judges almost without hesitation said, "I vote for Wang Xiaoqiang,"
"I also agree with Wang Xiaoqiang, Wang Xiaoqiang wins..."
...
The ten judges unanimously voted for Wang Xiaoqiang, and as a result, Wang Xiaoqiang won with an absolute advantage of ten votes over Long Yin,
originally everyone thought Long Yin would completely defeat Wang Xiaoqiang, but in the first round, Long Yin was defeated by Wang Xiaoqiang.
Moreover, Wang Xiaoqiang's performance stunned the crowd while secretly shocked them, thinking that Wang Xiaoqiang's talent was too extraordinary, not only did he win against Long Yin, but he also completely exceeded his age!
Regarding the result of the first round, not a single student among the onlookers raised any objections. Good is good, bad is bad. Everyone's eyes are bright; even Long Yin felt that his poem couldn't compare to Wang Xiaoqiang's. Therefore, Long Yin lowered his head gloomily and snorted angrily, "Alright, start the second round."
"Okay, let's start with the second poem." Wang Xiaoqiang raised his chin at Long Yin and said, "To be fair, how about you set the topic for this one?"
"Sure!" This ti, Long Yin didn't act arrogantly and directly agreed.
Because the second round is crucial. If Wang Xiaoqiang wins again, it's three rounds out of two, and Long Yin won't have a chance to turn the situation around.
Long Yin wanted to seize this opportunity, stage a coback, and turn defeat into victory.
He didn't believe Wang Xiaoqiang had such high literary talents; a good poem might just be a burst of inspiration, not representing a person's overall level. Just like those who crafted lasting poems often ran out of talent after their remarkable debut, remained silent, sank into desolation, and obscurity till death. (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian (qidian) to vote for recomndations, monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian to read.)
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