Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 1196: Throwing bricks to attract others
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Zhu Wuneng shouted, "Master, this Xue Chuan Ning is probably coming for you."

Chen Xiaojun just smiled indifferently, still leisurely sipping the fragrant tea on the crystal table, without any fluctuation in his expression.

Just now, he cleverly let Zhu Wuneng come out to block the attack, avoiding the sharp edge, giving full play to his strengths and avoiding his weaknesses.

As for why he didn't go into battle himself?
That's because he knew very well that although he was a good plagiarist in songwriting, he was not really good at singing.

His skills are indeed quite good, even better than those of ordinary singers.

However, due to his limited talent, his ceiling is not high and he is far from being comparable to those top singers, at least he is not able to compete with Xue Chuan Ning.

Unless he is willing to invest a lot of time and energy to work hard, it will be difficult for him to make any achievements in singing.

Therefore, he gave up singing as a direction for his further studies early on.

At this time, the play-offs kicked off.

The draw results showed that the competition item this time was poetry, and it was a naming question.

The poem must contain poems from top-level forces or above, and these poems usually only have one sentence.

Inside the main building, everyone couldn't help but gasp.

The person who set this question is really mean to the extreme.

Asking others to complete a poem based on a given poem number is simply a test of one's courage and talent.

In this situation where everyone is paying attention, if you do well, you have to get recognition from others;

But if it is not done well, hehe, then the whole poem will be spread out, and it will be too late to remedy the situation by then.

Just imagine, if you were to add a poem to the Chen family's "Seven Killings Thunder rises, a sword breaks the sky", and if it was not done well, what would Chen Hua, Chen Xiaojun, and Chen Chen (in the private room of the original Chen family) think?
Will you give him a cold look?

For example, the Spirit Hall and the Tiandou Royal Family.

When writing poems for these overlords, do you think your status is high enough?
How brave do you have to try?
It can be said that most forces are unhappy with others empowering them with poems.

Even if you do something wrong, there is a high possibility that you will retaliate in private.

For a moment, the entire venue was silent. Everyone was thinking in their hearts and no one dared to speak easily.

Chen Hua frowned slightly and looked at Jixiang, "Ji Lao San, was this question for the play-offs your idea?"

Jixiang looked innocent and spread his hands: "How would I know? How could I possibly know about this kind of thing?"

Chen Hua asked unwillingly, "Isn't the chief judge your cousin?"

Jixiang rolled his eyes at him and said unhappily, "Even the referee himself doesn't know what the topic is."

"This method of drawing questions for the play-offs has been around for a long time, but it has only been used a handful of times."

Although Wenhua Pavilion had just arrived in Chang'an City, it had been competing with Qushui Liushang Headquarters in the imperial capital for a long time, and both sides could basically determine the winner.

However, the topic of this play-off was set a long time ago, at least several decades ago.

The good thing about the additional questions is that they no longer require specific people to participate. Anyone can participate as long as they are from both parties.

It's temporary after all.

Ten minutes passed and no one had finished.

The main theme is quietness.

The scribes on both sides lowered their heads and said nothing.

At this time, Xue Chuan Ning stood up again.

The chief judge turned around and asked, "Prince Chuan Ning has done it?"

Xue Chuan Ning smiled slightly and said, "Chuan Ning is not talented enough to write it."

"However, I have long heard that Master Xiaojun is a master of both poetry and music. The heroic song he just sang was even more original and original, creating a new style. It was refreshing and I admired it very much." "How about Master Xiaojun compose another poem, so that we can have the best of both worlds?"

These words were clearly directed at Chen Xiaojun.

Others may have concerns and dare not write easily, but why doesn’t Xue Chuan Ning write it himself?

Even if it's badly written, what can that do to him?

If other top forces can’t write well, at most they will be laughed at.

What's more, he can also write about the upper three sects. The royal family is on good terms with the upper three sects. If all else fails, he can write about the Xingluo royal family.

The Tiandou royal family and the Xingluo royal family have been fighting for many years. As for him, a louse, it doesn't matter if there is one more or one less!

In fact, is it really true that in these two great cultural holy places, no one can write poetry of above standard?
of course not.

At least, those who can participate in the competition are the best in their respective fields and top talents.

Perhaps, at the moment, you may not be able to write a beautiful poem, but you can still write a flawless chapter.

It's just that they don't want to stand out.

Chen Xiaojun gently picked up the teacup, took a sip of tea leisurely, and then said with a smile: "Sixth Uncle, what do you think of this Xuechuan Ning Prince?"

Chen Hua raised a faint smile and whispered two words: "Fake stupidity."

Chen Xiaojun laughed out loud and said, "As expected of the legitimate son of Prince Jiqing, you are really good at pretending to be young."

Yes, how could a legitimate prince be as shallow as he appears to be?

What’s more, he is the grandson of Prince Jiqing, the most accomplished person in the royal family.

At this moment, Hu Qianning spoke again, in a gentle and pleasant voice: "Since Prince Chuan Ning made this decision on impulse, I think Master Wushuang will naturally need some time to think about it."

"Why not let Qian Ning start by throwing out some ideas?"

In the VIP room, the gold- and silver-plated soul-guided wall lamp cast a soft, warm light, gently brushing across Hu Qianning's shoulders.

"Please excuse my embarrassment."

After that, she began to recite poetry softly.

“The green hills and forests are shrouded in mist, their greenness like the surging waves of the sea.

The towering ancient trees block out the sun and moon, and the fragrance of flowers and the chirping of birds are all around.

This fairyland is hard to find, with streams gurgling around the mountains.

The spirit beasts leap and dance with the foxes, wishing to stay forever and not want to return. "

While reciting poems, the elegance continues.

The Holy Lady of Qingqiu had a graceful figure, leaning lightly on the carved sandalwood railing.

Her fingertips gently stroked the edge of the jade wine jar, letting the flying peach petals outside the window quietly fall on the moon-white mermaid silk skirt.

In an instant, the whole room was filled with the artistic conception of "the fragrance of flowers and the chirping of birds", and the fragrance was overflowing.

The most wonderful thing is when reciting the last line of the poem.

Hu Qianning casually picked up the jade-bone porcelain bottle on the table and gently poured half a cup of nectar into the winding water in the nine-turn corridor in front of the room.

The moment the liquid came into contact with the glazed tiles, the soul power was instantly stimulated, and the fluorescent spores suddenly bloomed, condensing in the void into a beautiful illusion of a spirit fox chasing butterflies, echoing the poem "the spirit beast leaps and dances with the fox".

When the last sentence "I only wish to stay forever and not want to go home" falls gently, the lingering sound slowly dissipates into the air.

Hu Qianning turned around and sat down, her skirt gently sweeping across the table, and Qingqiu foxtail flowers bloomed at her feet, leaving behind a poetic and picturesque silhouette.

(End of this chapter)