Zhao Yun instantly felt a headache coming on as he thought to himself, "This Flowering Tears question is indeed getting more and more difficult. The first question only requires one to be familiar with the allusion, the second question only requires one to be cleverly matched, but the third question requires one to combine allusion, matching, thinking, and emotions. How can I write a good poem? What's more, she didn't give me a topic or a genre. She clearly wants me to be at a loss and at a loss. There seem to be a lot of choices, but I don't know how to write. "
In fact, if he really wanted to force himself to write a poem, Zhao Yun might be able to come up with a limerick such as "Heaven and Earth are general, a black hole in the well; a black dog's body is white, a white dog's body is swollen". But from the concept of the Flowering Tears question, if he really threw out a limerick, he would lose all his face before the Flowering Tears even ridiculed him.
The Flowering Tears question did not limit the topic. It seemed to have very low requirements, but in fact, there was a mystery hidden within. If Zhao Yun did not come up with an exquisite poem, he would fail miserably.
"But I have never written a poem, how do I organize the branches of the poem? Should I write an ancient style or a modern style? Should I write a metrical poem or a quatrain? Should I write seven or five quatrains? " Sweat trickled down, he wanted to do his best to strive for perfection, but he did not know where to start and his hands fell into empty space.
A silent contest was fiercely carried out in the fragrance of cinnamon. Hua Xilei looked over with a smile, looking at Zhao Yun's anxious face with interest, a playful smile appearing on her delicate lips.
Hu Lan leaned over to Hu Qing's ear and whispered, "Look at that woman's smug expression, she is clearly deliberately making things difficult for Gege. She bullied Gege for not writing a poem, so she is unscrupulous. She is waiting to make fun of Gege. "
Hu Qing said, "There is always a first time for everything. I think it's quite good that someone is forcing Langjun to write a poem. Moreover, even if he really can't write a poem, it doesn't matter. " She was separated from the way of the sword, and the honor of the Qinglian Sect was not in her heart. Therefore, she did not feel that it was important to lose.
Of course, if Zhao Yun could really come up with a good poem, it would be a pleasant surprise and could not be forced. She was not greedy. Zhao Yun being able to pass two rounds in a row was already beyond her expectations. Her love for Zhao Yun became even stronger.
Zhao Yun's gaze landed on the remaining half of the incense stick on the ash and then glanced at Hua Xilei's strange face that seemed to be smiling yet not smiling. While she was feeling dejected, there was an unwillingness to admit defeat surging within her, "I've finally passed the first two stages, am I going to be trapped to death in the third stage? But this is my first time writing a poem and I might not even be able to grasp the rhythm. How can this kind of toothpaste poem convince Hua Xilei? "
"Idiot, idiot! I've told you before that the most important thing about the Green Lotus Sword Art is the sword intent. The sword moves only serve the sword intent and are controlled by the sword intent. Why can't you change your moves on the spot? "
Amidst his confusion, a clear voice rang out in his mind. It was the voice of Ling Ye Lai when he was teaching him swordsmanship.
"Idiot, idiot!"
In an instant, countless figures of Ling Ye Lai hovered in Zhao Yun's mind. Each of them looked as though they expected better from him.
"Why can't I change my moves on the spot? Yes, I'm too muddle-headed. I'm not stupid at all! It turns out that writing poems and practicing swordsmanship are the same. What's the most important thing about a poem? It's the true feelings. The good thing about Li Qinglian's poems is that the poem is like the person. I'm really an idiot. I answered the first question, but I didn't really understand the heart of the painting. Instead, I was confused about the theme and whether to choose a quatrain or a regular poem. I'm really??? Why should I care so much? If I say what I think, won't that be a poem? "
As though he had been enlightened, Zhao Yun's mind was as clear as a mirror. The unforgettable past was still vivid in his mind and it was clear and three-dimensional in his mind.
"It turns out that I actually have so much to tell. It turns out that I can write so many poems!"
Seeing that there was only half of the incense left, Chun Hua reminded him again, "Young Master Zhao, if you still haven't recited a poem, then it's your loss in the competition between Lian Yu and the Green Lotus Sect."
Zhao Yun said, "Wait, I've already thought of a poem. Although it's unbearable, I'd like to ask Miss Hua to evaluate it. "
"Oh?" Hua Xilei raised her eyebrows. She didn't know what kind of poem Zhao Yun would compose.
Zhao Yun closed his eyes and recited with a long voice, "My long memory follows the carriage by mistake. The setting sun is slightly fragrant. I'm just waking up from my injuries. The spring scenery lingers, entangling my feelings. It's hard to dispel gentleness. I don't know where the black hair is, but the new cherry makes the first clear. The wind and splendor turn, the broken wall is bleak and desolate. My heart is slightly cold. Love seems to be emotionless in the end. After parting, I'm even more speechless. I want to say something but I can't. Only the sorrowful reflection of the glass, the battle of power and the sound of the rolling snowflakes on Mount Yan. The faint moon slanted its branches, hating itself. Before the wine cup reached its end, my intestines were already sorrowful. If the Heavens have compassion, they would send the mighty wind to send my hatred to the ends of the earth. "
While reciting, Zhao Yun's voice changed from arrogance to gentleness and tenderness. It was as if he had returned to the moment when he first met 'Fairy Qihua' Zhang Miao. He was so immersed in the clear splendor of that peerless beauty that he had even forgotten about the competition.
What he recited was neither a poem nor a poem. He didn't care about the rhymes at all. He was only reciting the true feelings that he had hidden in his heart.
Zhao Yun and Zhang Miao were forced to part ways not long after they met. After that, they didn't have the chance to see each other again for several years. Their longing for each other brewed into a mellow wine. The more it accumulated, the more fragrant it became. He had never told anyone about this bitter lovesickness. Even if it was his master's family, Duobao's trust, Hu Qing and Hu Lan's intimacy, he was never willing to reveal the melancholy in his heart.
And at this moment, Zhao Yun recited naturally. His mind was completely filled with Sister Miao's amiable and adorable appearance. His heart was filled with longing and longing. This deep feeling and sincerity made his magnetic and slightly hoarse voice even more magical. It was like a demonic song, causing all the women present to be immersed in that sincere love.
"So it turns out that Sister Miao's position in Big Brother's heart is actually so indestructible. So it turns out that the feelings that Big Brother has experienced are actually so unforgettable and affectionate. " Suddenly, tears rolled down from Hu Lan's eyes. He was crying for Zhao Yun, but he was also crying for himself.
For a long, long time, everyone seemed to have been possessed by the devil. They were dumbstruck like wooden chickens. Even the loyal and devoted Lady Chun Hua, who was in charge of timing, had forgotten her duty. She was in a daze and did not speak.
Only Duobao was baffled. He roared loudly, "Hey, Junior Brother, why are you crying? Sister-in-law, why are you also crying? And those people, why aren't they speaking? "
This roar was like the angry roar of King Kong. Only then did everyone wake up from their daze.
Hua Xilei felt that she had lost her composure. With a swish, she flung her sleeves and said, "Zhao Yun, what are you reciting? Poetry is not poetry, words are not words, and you don't even abide by the basic rules. This red-haired lady and Luo Xianzi are both talented and should know that I am not speaking nonsense. As for 'Long Memory Misfollows the Carriage', I directly used 'Long Memory Misfollows the Carriage' and 'Snowflakes of Yan Mountain' originated from Li Qinglian's' Journey of the North Wind '. There is no point in discussing such small flaws. " As it turned out, her martial arts were unique and her hearing was very strong. Although Hu Qing and her sister were whispering, she could hear them clearly.
Upon hearing this, Hu Lan immediately refused to comply. He almost jumped up, "You were clearly fascinated by it just now and did not have any strength to resist. If we were criminals, we would have taken the opportunity to kill you. You still dare to say that my brother's poem is not good? You are simply deceiving yourself and others. This is too much! " She had already wiped away her tears. However, her pair of eyes were still red, making her words appear even sharper.
Hu Qing also took a step forward and said, "Lady Hua, although what you said is reasonable, it is also true. However, Hu Qing has heard of the saying of 'poetry expresses one's will'. Poetry is used to express one's emotions. As for the form, although it is important, it is not necessary. For example, graceful and graceful poems are the orthodox ones. Su Dongpo and Xin Jiaxuan's bold and unconstrained poems are not because they cannot be, but because they cannot be. Outstanding horizontally, naturally, they cannot be restrained by the song. Does Lady Hua agree? "
Hua Xilei lowered her head and was silent for a long time. Suddenly, she made a decision and said, "Alright, this lady's words are reasonable. However, poetry is poetry because it must have its basic standards. Otherwise, it will become a song and not a poem. Alright, in this competition, Lianyu Club did not lose. The Green Lotus School also did not lose. How about we call it a tie? "
Zhao Yun said, "My poem is not a poem. I know that. Since Lady Hua is willing to let me win, of course I am overjoyed. " This battle of words came out of nowhere. To have such an outcome, it could not be better if Li Qinglian was not humiliated in the Yellow Springs.
Hua Xilei smiled, "The three questions have been answered. I should leave now. Zhao Yun, we will meet again someday. "Without any reluctance, her figure leaped up like a Jiutian Goddess. Her clothes fluttered in the wind as she floated away.
The four maidservants, Chun Hua, Xia He, Qiu Yue, and Dong Mei, also flew up to the clouds. They traveled with the wind and soon reached the highest point of Shiwan Mountain.
Hua Xilei was already standing on the peak, facing the sea of clouds alone. No one knew what she was thinking.
Xia He walked forward and asked in confusion, "Young Master, although Young Master Zhao did not win completely, he still passed the three tests. Why don't you inform him about the Literary Reservoir Assembly? Did Master instruct him???? "
Hua Xilei waved her hand and said with a smile, "You only know one side of the story. How could Zhao Yun answer the couplets by himself? It was clearly Luo Yihong who secretly helped him. Moreover, to be qualified for the Literary Reservoir Assembly, not only must one be extremely talented in literature, he must also be a talent in all aspects. Strength, willpower, judgment, choice, and other characteristics must all be gathered in one person. Ah, Zhao Yun's path is still long. Whether or not he can reach that step, let me wait and see. "
She suddenly remembered Master Zhao Mengying's earnest teachings and couldn't help but blush. Her face was as bright as the clouds in the sky, "Lei 'er, Lian Yu Sect and Green Lotus Sect have been entangled for generations not because of hatred, but because of love. Both sects have outstanding talents. If the successor of Green Lotus can answer the three questions of love, the successor of Lian Yu and the successor of Green Lotus can become partners. Ah, it's a pity that Green Lotus Sect has been hidden for hundreds of years. Later on, the Green Lotus Sword Technique was lost to the Tianyuan Sect. Zihui is a Daoist and Ling Ye Lai is a girl. However, her disciple, Zhao Yun, has red lips and white teeth. He is incomparably handsome. You must hold on to such a good man. "
"Master, although I went easy on Zhao Yun, I didn't do it because he was handsome. I didn't like him at all." Facing the sea of clouds, Hua Xiu Lei smiled and muttered to herself.
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