The best little magician in the countryside

Chapter 1155 No.1 is Jiang Chen
inside the room.

Although everyone gathered around Wei Changhe, their eyes were always on that poem by Jiang Chen.

To be precise, they didn't think it was a poem, but a big joke.

So after reading it, everyone was ridiculing wantonly, and their eyes were full of deep contempt.

However, there are also two people in the arena, whose attitudes are diametrically opposed to theirs.

One is Jiang Chen, and the other is Wei Changhe.

Jiang Chen stood in the same place with a calm face, even though everyone disliked him, but he still regarded the poems he took the time and effort to write as the works of heaven and man.

Wei Changhe, on the other hand, showed a curious smile.

During the discussion among the people, he said loudly: "My little friend, I am very curious about what kind of poems have caused so many discussions. Can you let me have a look?"

The corners of Jiang Chen's mouth twitched, he stepped over and handed over the paper in his hand very generously.

Wei Changhe smiled with great interest: "I haven't read it yet, but it has caused such a big impact. I think this poem must be extraordinary."

"Old Wei, you'd better read it carefully before you talk about it. What is his poetry? It's just nonsense."

"That's right, if his few words are also called poetry, then what am I waiting for?"

"Jiang Chen's actions are simply humiliating gentleness, he should be immediately disqualified from Wendou and kicked out!"

Hearing everyone shouting and cursing angrily, Wei Changhe waved his hands, then looked down at the paper in his hand.

Aside from the verses themselves, the handwriting is neat and the sharpness can be seen in each stroke. It is not difficult to find that Jiang Chen's calligraphy skills are not shallow.

Afterwards, Wei Changhe recited aloud after a brief browsing.

"The Luo family invites relatives and heroes to gather together,

One person chooses a topic and everyone discusses it

Rotten wood breaks stone into chance

Pick up a pen and write a quatrain! "

After reading, Wei Changhe looked at the crowd and said with a smile, "It doesn't seem as bad as you said?"

The man next to him said with a disdainful smile: "If this isn't bad, is it still a good poem? It sounds like a rhyme, but it's too straightforward, it's like a running account."

"It's more straightforward." Wei Changhe said with a smile: "But isn't a poem a summary of a story with simple words, and these four sentences also meet this requirement.
Not to mention everyone present, I am afraid that even some children can also hear from these sentences that what he wrote is the scene at this moment,
The Luo family recruited relatives and son-in-law, and all the heroes gathered here. I took out a wooden frame and a stone as a question, and asked you to answer. In the end, he said that it is a bit exaggerated to write poems that can become quatrains, but poetry and other things are not. It's all exaggeration! "

"That's true, but his own exaggeration of such a bad poem, isn't it just self-aggrandizing? From ancient times to the present, even Li Bai and Du Fu's generation dare not boast like him?"

A man next to him finished his ridicule, paused for a moment and pointed to the third sentence: "Leaving aside the rest, let's just talk about this, what kind of family the Luo family is, and everything that is taken out casually is extremely precious."

As he said, he pointed to Jiang Chen and the wooden frame beside him: "But this guy, he compared such a good wooden frame to broken wood, and compared such an eye-catching gemstone to broken stone!"

"That's right, he is belittling the things of the Luo clan in this sentence, and he immediately praises how good his poems are in the next sentence. Such a derogation is a bit too arrogant, and it is too inconsistent with the temperament of a literati."

After listening to everyone's discussion, Wei Changhe said with a smile: "The public says that the public is right and the woman says that the woman is reasonable. Let's ignore Jiang Chen's poems for the time being. Why don't we decide what to do after I have read yours first?"

"Okay, you also read our poems aloud, let Jiang Chen compare them."

"That's right, let him listen to it and compare it with our poems, he's just a rotten nonsense!"

Wei Changhe nodded, then picked up the papers in front of him.

"The precious stones in the frame reflect the beautiful women, and the marriage of civil and military affairs becomes eternity... Good poems, good poems!"

After listening to the first one, a man next to him stood up with his head held high and smiled, "I wrote this, Jiang Chen, did you hear it?"

Jiang Chen raised his hand and gave him a thumbs up: "Awesome Klass!"

"It's good to know the gap!"

When the man was proud, Wei Changhe read the following verses one after another.

"Quatrains are written by pens, and poetry is a beautiful woman. This sentence is really good."

"Mr. Qin is not talented, and everyone laughed." Although this person had a humble face, when he looked at Jiang Chen, he had a smug expression.

"Poetry clouds, stones and mahogany, human language and love are in pairs!"

"Hundred Days Repair..."

After reading everyone's poems one after another, Wei Changhe gave them a thumbs up, and said with a sighing smile: "As expected of a young talent from all over the world, he can practice martial arts in the arena against the enemy, and he can also write here. Writing prose and writing poetic and picturesque, such a combination of civil and military skills is really admirable to the old man!"

"Old Wei praised it absurdly. After reading our poems, do you suddenly feel that Jiang Chen's poems are not poems at all?"

After one of them asked, the others all looked at Wei Changhe.

Wei Changhe said with a smile: "It's not that the poems are a little unpleasant. After all, Jiang Chen's four sentences are also in line with the characteristics of poems, but when it comes to literary grace and implication, his is not as good as everyone present."

Hearing this, everyone smiled triumphantly, and then cast strong contemptuous looks at Jiang Chen.

And Jiang Chen didn't refute anything, but turned his attention to Wei Changhe again.

Facing Jiang Chen's gaze, Wei Changhe smiled back, and then said, "I've finished reading all the poems, so now I'll announce the top three in this field."

Hearing this, those people all looked intently, and the few people who had been praised by Wei Changhe before couldn't help but stand a few steps forward, showing the look of winning.

On the contrary, those few people who had only read it but were not evaluated lowered their heads in frustration.

"The winner of No.3 in the first round is... Liu Bin!"

"What? It's me?"

Hearing this name, the man called Liu Bin showed a look of astonishment. His poem just now was not well received.

"That's right, it's you, congratulations!" Wei Changhe laughed.

Feeling the envious looks from the people around him, Liu Bin couldn't help but also laughed.

"Getting No.2 yes...Xiao Cheng!"

"Him?" When everyone heard the words, they all looked at a man in the corner. When Wei Changhe was reading his poems just now, everyone laughed at his incoherence.

For a moment, they all showed doubts.

And someone asked: "Old Wei, have you made a mistake? His poems are only slightly better than Jiang Chen's, especially the line 'Success is Xiao Chengbai also Xiao Cheng' is completely inconsistent with the preface and the afterword. , it’s not an artistic conception.”

Wei Changhe smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'll tell you why they won after I finish announcing the No.1 winners later!"

The corners of everyone's mouths twitched, suppressing the curiosity and displeasure in their hearts, and looked over again.

Wei Changhe smiled, and then said, "The No.1 player in this game is..."

Here he deliberately paused, almost deliberately whetting everyone's appetite.

When someone couldn't help but want to ask, he suddenly put his eyes on Jiang Chen, and then changed the subject: "Jiang Chen is the one who got No.1!"

"how can that be!"

After listening to his words, everyone showed incredible expressions...

(End of this chapter)