By the White River.

After Cui Xian finished writing the poem, the surroundings became quiet.

He turned his back to the crowd and looked at the flocks of white geese playing in the river, feeling a little excited.

Originally, I wanted to temporarily become famous with "Rainbow Cat" and calligraphy, and then enter the Pei clan school to study.

Then, find another suitable time to write poetry.

But I never thought that by accident, someone would come to my door to compete in poetry.

Then don't blame him for being rude!

After today.

As soon as "Ode to the Goose" was published, Cui Xian's reputation as a genius prodigy was absolutely secure!

But the next moment——

Zhao Yaozu and the group of young boys behind him looked at each other in silence, then burst into laughter.

"What the hell!"

"You call this a poem? You can't even do the most basic parallelism."

"The first sentence has three words, and the rest has five words. This is not what the book teaches!"

"What's more, Brother Yaozu wrote a more difficult seven-character poem, with lofty ideas and beautiful artistic conception."

"This is the first time I've seen someone write a poem about a white goose. It's really ridiculous."

Cui Xian:?

Hear these taunts.

He turned around slowly with a stiff expression, his face full of disbelief.

No, man...

Is this correct?

Zhao Yaozu and others laughed arrogantly and criticized "Ode to the Goose" wantonly.

Cui Xian looked at Pei Jian as if asking for help: Brother, please say something!

Speak up for me!

However.

This time, the eldest brother Pei Jian smiled awkwardly, stammering and unable to utter a word.

There was not a trace of the previous arrogance.

Including the three young masters of Zhuang Jin and the students of Pei clan school, they all felt like they had lost their parents.

Apparently, they thought so too.

If it's not antithetical, can it be called a poem?

It’s said in the books that when writing poetry, you have to use parallelism!

The last two lines of Xian's poem "Ode to the Goose" sound quite plausible at first glance.

And it rhymes.

But the first two sentences are really... not very good.

Cui Xian understood what was happening and thought it was ridiculous.

"Ode to the Goose" lost to an unknown piece of trashy poetry.

The reason is that the opponent is too weak and blindly ignorant.

If Luo Binwang knew about this, I'm afraid his coffin would not be able to hold it down!

But facing such a group of uneducated noobs, Cui Xian was unable to explain himself.

I will never play a 'low-end game' again!

The opponents are all trash. Not only are they bad at this, but they also know how to mess with people's mentality.

After laughing at "Ode to the Goose" for a full cup of tea.

Zhao Yaozu's side announced that they had won, and proudly stated that they were the most powerful child prodigy in Nanyang.

He also taught Cui Xian: If you are not good at it, practice more.

Before leaving.

Zhao Yaozu pretended to be magnanimous and said to Cui Xian with a smile: "Do you have anything else to say?"

Cui Xian was silent for a long time, and then gave a sincere suggestion: "In the future, when you challenge others to a poetry contest, remember to bring your own judges. If you really can't find one, tell your opponent in advance to bring a judge."

If there had been a scholar present today, the result would not have been so absurd.

This is the nonsense he started talking after losing!

Zhao Yaozu didn't understand and was too lazy to ask.

He snorted coldly, and left with a bunch of noobs cheering triumphantly.

"After you go back, copy my masterpiece together with Cui Xian's "Ode to the Goose" and quickly spread it in the streets and alleys!"

"The title of Nanyang child prodigy belongs to none other than me, Zhao Yaozu, hahaha."

This is Zhao Yaozu's ultimate goal today.

Become famous by stepping on Cui Xian!

And he did it.

"The Rainbow Cat" is now very popular in Nanyang County. The fact that an eight-year-old child wrote a storybook has also become a topic of conversation among people after dinner.

It can be said that the time, place and people are all right!

The more Zhao Yaozu thought about it, the more excited he became, and he even didn't go home.

Go directly to the school and ask your classmates to help copy the masterpiece and prepare it for circulation!

It's strange.

Just now at the Baihe River, everyone thought that Zhao Yaozu's poem "Ode to Hsinchu" was well written.

But now when I am copying it down, I think back and have no impression of it at all.

On the contrary, I can remember Cui Xian's poem "Ode to the Goose" without having to think hard, I can recite it off the top of my head.

Moreover, the more I read, the smoother it becomes.

It feels catchy.

So after copying them several times, someone muttered in his heart and hesitated, "Brother Yaozu, should we ask our grandfather for his advice on these two poems before making a decision?"

Zhao Yaozu was very unhappy when he heard this: "No need, which of these two poems is stronger? Can't I tell? Copy it quickly!"

profound.

Everyone was afraid of the Zhao family's power, so they dared not say much and just kept copying.

Because there were so many people, hundreds of poems were copied quickly.

Under Zhao Yaozu's instructions, a group of teenagers took the poems and distributed them from street to street.

Of course, not everyone can get it.

Instead, they specifically look for scholars wearing Confucian robes, so that they can achieve the effect of "becoming famous" the fastest.

Soon after the students went out to distribute the poems.

Zhao Yaozu's teacher came to the school.

Immediately, a student wanted to please Zhao Yaozu and showed off to the teacher like a treasure: "Teacher, Brother Yaozu competed with someone in poetry today and wrote a great poem praising you!"

The Master laughed and said, "Oh? Yaozu has written another poem. Read it to me."

Zhao Yaozu smiled reservedly and said nothing.

The student who was fawning and showing off nearby understood and deliberately kept the secret: "Let me read you the poem written by the other party first. The poem is called "Ode to the Goose."

Obviously, this is intended to 'start a discussion'.

But the Zhao family was powerful, so the Master pretended not to know and listened politely.

"Geese, geese, geese,

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