This scene is the Feihualing!
Feihualing was originally a word game played by ancient people during drinking games. Feihualing is an elegant game and is relatively refined. People without a foundation in poetry cannot play it at all, so this kind of drinking game became a favorite word game among literati and poets, and even its name comes from poetry.
The ancient Feihualing required that the poem to be answered must be consistent with the poem to be chanted by the person, and there were also strict requirements on the position of the prescribed words. These poems can be recited from the previous poems or composed on the spot.
When playing Feihualing, you can choose poems and lyrics, or you can use music, but the selected sentences should generally not exceed seven words.
For example, at a banquet, if Person A recites a poem with the word "花" (flower) in the first character, such as "Flowers near tall buildings hurt the hearts of guests", Person B should continue with a poem with the word "花" (flower) in the second character, such as "I meet you again in the season of falling flowers".
On the ninth floor, the nine judges pressed the button again, the turntable began to spin, and then spit out a piece of paper.
The word "mountain" appeared above.
This is the first word to be flown in this flying flower order.
Then, the rules appeared on the big screen: Fly the first word.
When seeing this rule, there was a wailing in the hall. If the first word is flying, it will most likely be required to be original!
In the past, there was no requirement for which words to be used, and any poems accumulated in daily life could come in handy.
For example, if the word "花" is flying, then it is enough to just include the word "花" in the poem.
The first word "fei" is an extreme test of one's on-the-spot performance and improvisation abilities.
“Commander Wen, you will be the one to set the questions this time.” Shen Tunan said to Wen Cangyu.
Wen Cangyu hummed, then wrote a line on the paper: "The moss is deep and there are few traces of people. I sit alone facing the empty mountain."
Zhang Hongting knew the answer to this question and answered it right away: "The mountain path is in the mist, and the crows are hidden in the deep forest."
No. 45 quickly responded: "The fading sun is on the back of a crow, and the cold branches stand in the evening breeze."
Next is the poem whose first word is wind.
Soon someone else responded: The wind blows through the bamboo forest, and the clear spring echoes in the valley.
The word "Daoquan" is already very difficult, and many people have fallen into deep thought, and no new work has appeared yet.
"No. 108, hurry up and check. A new word has appeared. We can bypass the word 'wind'!"
"Why hasn't No. 108 taken action yet?"
Many people stared at the big screen.
No. 108 finally made a move: The sound of the spring was choking on the dangerous rocks, and the sun was cold on the green pines.
When the word "song" appeared, many people breathed a sigh of relief, and soon someone else came up with the correct answer.
An hour later, 52 sentences had already been played on the big screen.
This made Chen Xian feel that there were still many masters in the Chinese literary world. At least these people had not let down their guard until now and were still able to keep up with the pace.
But when it reaches the 88th sentence, many people can no longer keep up with the pace, their brains are working at high load and they start to struggle.
So far, Zhang Hongting has already destroyed 22 sentences, which is more powerful than the previous session.
No. 45 flew 18 sentences, which is also an extraordinary performance.
No. 108 has flown 10 sentences so far, but he is still watching. Everyone knows that No. 108 has not exerted his full strength.
Soon it flew to the word "gu".
At this point, many people could no longer fly, including Zhang Hongting.
No. 108 finally made his move: "All saints and wise men in ancient times were lonely, only drinkers left their names."
When everyone looked at the last word "name", their brains stopped working because it had to be original. How could they think of so many words at once?
No. 108 said nothing and flew out again: "Fame is not achieved through writing, and officials should retire when they are old and sick."
The appearance of the word "rest" made them feel very tired again.
No one could come up with a correct answer, and even the judges were racking their brains.
No. 108 said nothing and continued: Don’t say that women are not heroes, the Dragon Spring is ringing on the wall every night.
But soon someone else came up with the answer: The zither is playing with golden millet pillars, and the white hands are in front of the jade room.
No. 37 Zhang Hongting scratched his hair, gritted his teeth, racked his brains, and came up with another line: The moon is reflected in the stream in front, and the barking of dogs can be heard through the fence. The old man returns late, his raincoat is covered with snow and clouds.
Fly to the cloud word.
The word "cloud" was a little easier, and a few people got it right.
Up to this point, they had already flown 128 sentences, and everyone felt that they were running out of energy and could not fly anymore.
I don’t know who wrote the word “black” at the end.
No one came forward for a long time.
No. 108 made another move: dark clouds pressed down on the city, threatening to destroy it; armor shone like golden scales towards the sun.
In the hall, everyone had quieted down and started watching No. 108's performance.
No. 108: The man who opens the door doesn’t come, so I go out to pick red lotus.
No. 108: Outside the curtain, the rain is trickling, and the spring is fading.
No. 108: The mountain peach blossoms are all over the head, and the spring water of the Shu River flows against the mountains.
No. 37: The flowing water reaches Xiaopu, and the sad wind blows across Dongting Lake.
No. 108: Stop the boat and ask for directions, maybe you are from the same hometown.
No. 53: We meet and drink for you, tying our horses beside the willows beside the tall building.
No. 108: It is impossible to cross the border, let alone the vast and desolate area.
No. 56: There are three autumn osmanthus flowers and ten miles of lotus flowers.
No. 108: Flowers fade easily like your feelings; water flows endlessly like my sorrow.
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The more people watched, the more frightened they became, because at this point, No. 108 was already single-handedly challenging people from 19 provincial poetry associations!
They were like taking turns, you speak a sentence, then I speak a sentence.
But no matter what, No. 108 never lost the rhythm and was always able to catch up within two minutes.
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