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The three of them got on the stage, and bursts of shouts suddenly erupted from the audience.

Both Li Jingming and Yeluye are well-known people, but they had never heard of them before, and they were a little disdainful, and turned to Zhao Zhen: "Do you, Song Dynasty, despise us Xixia and Liao?"

Zhao Zhen stood up slightly on the viewing platform, and shouted: "He is just an unknown junior of our Great Song Dynasty. If you two can beat him, you will win."

These words were crazy, and made Li Jingming and Yeluye, the generals of Xixia and Daliao, very angry, but when they were angry with Zhao Zhen, Yin Wucuo made them even more angry.

"You two can go together!"

Yin Wucuo's words were very cold, but after Li Jingming and Yeluye heard it, they couldn't wait any longer. They immediately picked up weapons from the field and attacked Yin Wucuo. Li Jingming used all his strength to use a big wolf Yaluye used double hammers. Both of them were generals who had fought hundreds of times on the battlefield. They were very experienced in fighting the enemy. When they decided to make a move, they immediately surrounded Yin Wucuo.

And after the two circled around like this, they didn't give Yin Wucuo a chance to breathe. They swung their weapons and attacked Yin Wucuo. Yin Wucuo was not timid, and after a faint smile, he also pulled out his own weapon , when the two of them attacked, he jumped and dodged it, and just as he was dodging, he suddenly swung the knife with his backhand, and put the knife on Li Jingming's neck with a swipe.

After the knife rested on Li Jingming's neck, Li Jingming didn't dare to move immediately, but at this time, Yeluye seemed to have found an opportunity, and suddenly swung a pair of hammers to kill Yin Wucuo. Xiang took advantage of the fire to rob, so he sneered slightly, and when he came to kill, he suddenly flew over and knocked off the hammer in Yeluye's hand with a snap, and before the hammer fell to the ground, his knife had already rested on Yeluye's neck .

All this happened extremely fast, with just a few gestures.

With every gesture, Yin Wucuo had already defeated Li Jingming and Yeluye. They were generals, so it was impossible for them to deny their defeat. They dropped their weapons and left the competition stage angrily.

Seeing that Yin Wucuo won the competition so easily, Zhao Zhen was very happy and surprised. What he said before was just a mouthful. What he didn't expect was that this Yin Wucuo really That's it.

Yin Wucuo flew down from the stage, and the audience burst into shouts, but at this moment, a civil servant came up to the stage and said to the crowd: "In the two martial arts competitions just now, I, Da Song, won both, is there anyone who refuses to accept it?"

Regardless of bows and arrows or weapons, Yin Wucuo and Di Qing were very successful in intimidating everyone, so none of Xia Liao's envoys dared to say anything.

Seeing that no one made a sound, the official said again: "In this case, then we will have a literary competition. The literary competition is not as good as the martial arts competition. The ancients said that literature is the first and martial arts is the second. If you want to distinguish among poetry It is not an easy task to judge good or bad. Therefore, in this article comparison, we sent two people from each country, a total of six people, and the six people evaluated the poems written by the two people in each country, and finally got Whoever gets the most votes wins."

After the civil servant finished talking about the rules, Yan Shu and Hua Lang from Song Dynasty, Wen Yuan and Qing Yun from Xixia, Tang Feng and Yelu Jingtian from Daliao, walked onto the stage.

Because Wenbi is not like Wubi, after the six came to the stage, someone immediately carried tables and chairs for each of them, and prepared pens, ink, paper and inkstones.

After that, the civil official looked at the six of them and said, "It's the beginning of spring, and a hundred flowers are blooming. Let's start with the scenery of this early spring."

After the civil servant finished speaking, Yan Shu and Hua Lang were about to start writing, but at this time, Wen Yuan of Xixia immediately stopped him and said, "It's really easy to blend in emotions when you write according to the situation, but in this way, you can't see the difference between one person and the other." Skills, I think it’s not as good as this, why don’t we write the words of Mu Jing, how about it?”

After Wen Yuan finished speaking, Qingyun immediately agreed, while Tang Feng from the Liao Kingdom glanced at Yelu Jingtian, Yelu Jingtian frowned slightly, and shook his head after a long time: "That's okay!"

Seeing that Xia Liao envoys said so, the civil servant glanced at Yan Shu and Hua Lang, and asked, "Do you have any objections?"

Yan Shu waved his hand slightly: "Waiting for you anytime!"

Everyone had no objection, and the civil official immediately said: "Write the scenes of late spring in the early spring, and start now."

As soon as the civil official said something, Yan Shu, Wen Yuan and others rushed to write. Hwarang looked up, smiled slightly, and then picked up the pen, but after Hwarang picked up the pen, he hesitated, who should he write? What about the word?

Scratching his head slightly with the tip of the pen, Hwarang turned his head and glanced at Yan Shu. Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration and wrote a poem on the paper. It was a Qingpingle:

A thousand flowers and a hundred herbs.It's spring.The people who pick up the pistils are getting less and less popular.The apricot and green plum at the bottom of the leaf are small.

Xiao Qiong leisurely hugs her pipa.The fragrance of snow is slightly transparent.It happens to be a delicate and beautiful branch, which will monopolize Shaohua at the banquet.

This Qing Pingle was composed by Yan Shu's son Yan Jidao. Whether it is Mu Jing or the description of Xiao Qiong, they are all full of demeanor. After Hualang swiped it, he raised his eyes and looked at the crowd. They still haven't stopped. Hwarang seemed slightly satisfied, but even so, Hwarang didn't express anything.

It wasn't until everyone was finished that the civil servant accepted the six people's works.

None of their poems were signed, because they were afraid that the judges would be biased because they knew their names. Because they did not sign, no matter who they were, they could only judge by the quality of their poems.

The six judges read the six poems one by one, showing surprise and admiration from time to time. After reading them like this, they marked their names on the poems they thought were good. Afterwards, the civil official ordered six people to unfold those poems for everyone to read.

I saw that among the six poems, two poems were supported by two people respectively, and two of the other four poems were supported by one person each.

After such a show, the six of them said that the song was their own.

After such a point, the outcome is immediately revealed.

Regarding this point, when Hwarang read those poems, he already knew it, because he saw the poem written by Yan Shu. It was a poem about Huanxisha, and the words were as follows:

A glass of wine with a new word, an old pavilion in the weather last year. When does the sunset go back?

There is no choice but to let the flowers fall, and it seems that Yan once returned. Small garden fragrant path wandering alone.

This is a late spring poem full of philosophy and emotion.

As far as Hwarang knew, Yan Shu's Huanxisha is the most popular among all Yan Shu's poems. Now that such a poem has appeared, the judges can't help but appreciate it!