Except for the person who 'compiled a limerick in seven breaths' who was waiting leisurely.

Other students, including Gu Yiwu, were writing poems or lyrics step by step.

After the three incense sticks burned out and the piano music stopped, they put down their pens one after another.

At this time, two strange phenomena appeared successively in the lobby on the first floor.

Gu Yiwu, who was standing next to Zhao Rong, suddenly stopped, walked to the table, and with a stroke of his pen, added the last line of the poem that came to his mind.

In an instant, a ray of bright moonlight, like the flash of a sword, bloomed on the paper where the ink had not yet dried.

At this moment, on the table in the corner where Zhao Rong and others were sitting, it was like a bright moon peeking out from the paper, which immediately attracted the attention of many guests in the hall.

Even the pretty maid on the stage and the stunning girl sitting behind the piano couldn't help but look sideways.

at the same time.

At a table near the center stage of the first floor lobby.

The young man in pink, with a thin and pale face and powdered clothes, took advantage of the noise to quickly cover the poem written by Xia Jier on the table with his sleeves, rolled it into a ball and threw it into his sleeves.

Instead, a tightly folded piece of flowered curtain paper, neat and white, was taken out from the other sleeve.

The nobleman in pink smiled triumphantly and spread out the folded flower curtain paper.

The next second, another bright moon rose above a table near the stage.

It's just that this bright moon has a quiet and gentle glow, while at the same time there are also the sweet sounds of love and romance.

Suddenly, the two bright moons that appeared on the first floor attracted everyone's attention.

"Quick, look at the moonlight!"

“Hiss, it’s a first-class poem! A first-class poem!”

"Doing things on the spot, they can actually produce poems of high quality. What kind of gods and immortals are these? Are they Confucian scholars from two academies?"

The guests in the hall looked around in amazement.

But it is accompanied by sighs and regrets.

Some guests sighed, some even left the table, and even most of those who stayed had envy or jealousy in their eyes.

Although Confucian and Taoist poetry was popular in the mountains, the monks in the mountains would also write poetry and lyrics to show off their elegance, and those who could visit brothels probably had some literary talent, but after all, they were not as good as the Confucian scholars.

Moreover, even for Confucian scholars, it is extremely difficult to write poems of high quality. Those who have such ability would have been included in the two academies long ago. How could they appear in Xingzi Town, a fairy market which is not small but not big.

It might be closer to Duyou City in the north or somewhere near Fire Country in the south, after all, they are close to the two academies.

So right now, I thought everyone was about the same, bronze against bronze.

Unexpectedly, two kings suddenly emerged among a group of bronze players.

The poems and lyrics that have entered the highest level of quality have already been prepared. How else can we play this?

There is a world of difference between a poem that is worthy of appreciation and a poem that is not. Even climbing up the tower to appreciate poetry is a rare sight in Zuixian Tower.

At this moment, Gu Yiwu, who was one of the focuses of the whole audience, had a flash of joy on his face, but he quickly returned to normal and calmly put down his pen.

The students of Justice Hall who did not write the poems for the entrance exam smiled and shook their heads regretfully, then congratulated one after another.

"The bright moon shines over the pond, white dew falls, the water and sky are reflected in each other... What a great poem! Brother Gu is amazing, he wrote a poem about appreciating poetry on the tower in just three sticks of incense."

"Boss Gu is worthy of being the best in our Justice Hall. I think he is no worse than Han Wenfu from the Xiudao Hall who has a crappy talent for poetry. Haha, our academy's Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon. I heard that the academy is going to hold a grand event..."

"That's right, Brother Ziming is right. Han Wenfu is a cocky guy all the time, and you can tell from his taste. He even often pesters Yu Huaijin."

Gu Yiwu frowned and waved his hand, "Don't talk about people's good or bad deeds behind their backs. You guys should be quiet. Also, I think Yu Huaijin is quite good. Brother Han is not blind."

He turned around and smiled, "Tzuyu, aren't you right?"

Hearing the name of a certain old-fashioned woman, Zhao Rong smiled and said nothing.

"Boss, you are not the same as Han Wenfu, are you?" a student laughed.

"Bullshit." Gu Yiwu cursed with a smile and shook his head.

He turned his attention away from the crowd, picked up the poem that shone with a silver sword-like glow, and sighed softly.

"Alas, it's a pity that I can only appreciate it from the top of the building. The poems about the bright moon have already been written by our predecessors. It is really difficult to come up with a good poem. It's like climbing a mountain. Almost every path has been trodden by our predecessors, leaving us with no new paths to walk on."

The burly man sounded somewhat regretful.

Zhao Rong flicked his fingers and recited his own doggerel, smiling without saying anything.

"Brother Gu, it's meaningless if you say that. You are the only one who has written a good poem. Mr. Zhao hasn't even written one. What else do you want? Fallen Flower Poem?"

The students protested, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Zhao Rong also frowned and joked, "You're right. Where do you want to put us ordinary people, Brother Yiwu?"

Gu Yiwu bowed modestly, but he was teased by his friends and classmates, and the smile on his face that he tried hard to suppress could not be suppressed.

In particular, his peripheral vision keenly caught the girl with Luo Xiu, who had been kneeling quietly on the stage, staring at them for a while.

Gu Yiwu's face was filled with joy.

Climbing the tower to appreciate poetry for three sticks of incense is an outstanding achievement among the students of Mo Chi in Linlu Academy. Of course, this is also the extraordinary performance of Gu Yiwu after he was inspired.

However, he was also somewhat puzzled as to why Brother Ziyu had not produced a poem of good quality. Gu Yiwu usually felt that Brother Ziyu was quite proficient in poetry rules and thought that he was a hidden talent.

Maybe Ziyu is too lazy, the burly man thought to himself.

Zhao Rong looked around and asked, "Has everyone finished writing?"

Gu Yiwu and others nodded.

"Then let's hand it in."

Not far away, the maids in green robes who had left before re-entered the hall and took turns sitting in the seats inside the hall, respectfully collecting poems. However, this time, the clever maid with missing front teeth was not among them.

Gu Yiwu waved at them.

Several maids in green clothes came to the table of Zhao Rong and others, sorted out the poems, put them into brand new envelopes, and then wrote the names on the sealing paper.

Especially the poem by Gu Yiwu that was selected for the imperial examination. The maid Qingshang held the envelope containing it carefully in both hands. She couldn't grab it or pinch it, for fear that it would fall to the ground and she wouldn't be able to compensate for it even if she sold herself.

Gu Yiwu glanced at the poem that Zhao Rongping handed in calmly.

“Tzuyu, your poem…”

Zhao Rong smiled, turned his head, and uttered three words, "For fun."

Gu Yiwu laughed, "That can't be said. Ziyu is trying a different approach to make a beautiful woman smile, but it's not a feasible method."

Other students who were also interested in Zhao Rong's poetry followed suit.

"Mr. Zhao's idea of ​​forming a poem in seven breaths is indeed interesting."

"Alas, it seems that Mr. Zhao's doggerel is just like ours, just for fun. If you really want to impress a beautiful woman, you have to take care of your brother."

Gu Yiwu quickly bowed, "Can you please stop flattering me? You are the only ones making trouble. Learn to be as calm as Tzuyu."

After he finished speaking, he ignored the students in his own school and turned around to politely bow to the guests around him who were attracted by the poems.

But soon, Gu Yiwu's eyes met the person in the hall who "wrote" another poem that was accepted for the imperial examination.

The pink-dressed nobleman looked at Gu Yiwu, Zhao Rong and the others with sinister eyes, especially when his gaze met the former's. He sneered, closed the folding fan in his hand, pointed the tip of the fan at the stunning girl on the stage, and then at himself.

Gu Yiwu's smile faded and he looked at him coldly.

The nobleman in pink turned around and seemed to give a few instructions to a sturdy follower behind him, and the follower retreated.

Soon, the attendant brought a maid in green clothes into the hall. The maid came to the table of Zhao Rong and others with a bottle of fine wine and bowed to offer it.

Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu looked at each other.

"Oh, toast and punishment." A student next to him sneered.

Zhao Rong turned around, glanced at the bottle of wine that cost a lot of money, and chuckled, "Who is this person?"

He reached out to take the bottle of wine, put it aside without moving, and did not embarrass the Qingchang maid who brought the wine.

The latter bowed and withdrew as if he had been pardoned.

"In the surrounding counties including Nanxing County, there are two largest mountain immortal families, one is Nanchen Palace, and the other is Ziwei Pavilion." Gu Yiwu curled his lips, "We have stayed in Zuixian Tower for a few days and have seen this drunkard many times. He is the son of the master of Ziwei Pavilion, named Chen Wuer, nicknamed Master Shenxu."

"Mr. Kidney Deficiency?"

Zhao Rong had a strange look on his face, and couldn't help but glance sideways at the nobleman in pink not far away.

When Master Shenxu saw that Zhao Rong accepted the penalty wine, he was smugly laughing with the lackeys around him, and at the same time, he leisurely unfolded his folding fan, thinking he was very cool.

There were four big characters "Mr. Shenxu" written on the folding fan.

Zhao Rong could even imagine their crazy laughter.

"Yeah, I can see that. But." He sighed softly, turned to Gu Yiwu and asked seriously: "What is there to be proud of when you have kidney deficiency?"

Gu Yiwu shook his head, "Indeed. He seems to be a little crazy."

The two looked at each other and nodded.

Afterwards, they all chose to ignore this 'Young Man with Kidney Deficiency'.

Fear of infection.

When the latter saw that they ignored him, his face changed and he glared at Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu fiercely, with an arrogant expression that said "don't run away after school".

…

In the center of the lobby on the first floor of Zuixianlou, on the stage that everyone is watching.

The pretty maid sorted the envelopes containing the poems and registered names into two stacks, one thick and one thin.

The previous pianos had been put away, with a thick stack placed on the left side of the beautiful girl's empty piano stand, and a thin stack of only two envelopes placed on the right side.

Luo Xiuxiu's face was covered with a white veil. She glanced at the audience, then lowered her head. With her soft hands, she began to open the envelopes one by one and examine them.

The people off the stage were guessing, but although most of them had some anticipation for the unknown on their faces, they actually already had the answer in their hearts.

The guests' eyes kept falling on the two people in the audience.

One is a burly scholar with a calm face.

One was a thin, pale-faced man in pink.

They are the owners of the two poems placed separately on the stage.

Master Shenxu looked at Gu Yiwu provocatively from time to time, but the latter didn't even look at him. However, Master Shenxu became even more excited, pointing at his followers and laughing wildly with his hands on his hips from time to time.

As long as the guests were not fools, they could see the conflict between the two parties, so they waited for the excitement with great interest.

There were also many people who showed disgust towards Master Shenxu and others.

"It's so noisy." Zhao Qian'er frowned.

Gu Yiwu and others also shook their heads slightly.

Only Zhao Rong had a smile on his face and was tapping his fingers on his thighs.

The next second, Zhao Rong turned his head tacitly and looked at Gu Yiwu who also turned his head.

The latter groaned, "This Ziwei Pavilion is not considered a very big sect in our Duyou City. The strongest cultivator has not even reached the Golden Core stage. It is not even a medium-sized force. However, it is considered a big force in Dali."

"Tell me more about it."

"Although the cultivation of the cultivators in Ziwei Pavilion is not prominent, they are well-known in Dali because they are good at astrology and divination."

It can be seen that Gu Yiwu has indeed found out a lot of things in Zuixianlou in the past few days.

"So there are quite a few Ziwei Pavilion monks in the Dali Imperial Astronomical Observatory. The people of Dali believe in ghosts and gods, worship their ancestors, and are superstitious about divination by writing on a planchette. They not only use planchettes to predict the dates of weddings and funerals, but also to predict good and bad luck when any strange phenomena occur. Even women in Dali use planchettes to predict the fate of their husbands..."

Gu Yiwu smiled and shook his head. "I guess the Dugu family in Hanjing urgently asked us to preside over the Fengshan ceremony for this reason. The people in Lidi buy into this and are superstitious about ghosts, gods and ancestors."

He continued, "The master of Ziwei Pavilion is named Chen Er. He is famous for his incomparable accuracy in divination. He is an old immortal with great reputation in Dali Mountain. Ziwei Pavilion is also famous because of him."

"Divination by using a planchette? And it's so accurate?" Zhao Qian'er wrinkled her nose and said crisply, "It's just a trick."

Zhao Rong patted her little hands.

He raised his eyes to look at Gu Yiwu, who understood, turned his head to look at the 'Young Master with Kidney Deficiency' and nodded.

"Well, this guy is the son of Chen Er, the master of Ziwei Pavilion." The burly man said with a smile, "But, the old immortal has a sagely bearing, many children, and a lot of things to do. How could he care about such a useless drunkard?"

Zhao Rong smiled.

"It's okay. Just ignore this clown."

Gu Yiwu nodded in agreement.

"I heard from other guests of Zuixianlou that this Mr. Xu is just a playboy who is not under the supervision of anyone. The Ziwei Pavilion Master also let him go and sent him to Xingzi Town so that he would be out of sight and out of mind. Haha, but he disgusted us today. If he dares to provoke us, we will chop off his hands and then have a good talk with him about the principles of our Confucian scholars."

Zhao Rong raised his eyes and glanced at the stunning girl who was reading poetry quietly with a calm face on the stage, then looked at the young man with kidney deficiency who was showing off his power under the stage. He tapped his thighs with two fingers and said nothing.

Gu Yiwu, who was standing next to him, curled his lips and could not help but add, "Even the playboys in this small place are not as good as the playboys in the big families in Duyou City..."

Zhao Rong glanced at him and didn't respond, but thought about it.

"Are there any other powerful people in Ziwei Pavilion?"

"So there is another woman."

Gu Yiwu raised his eyebrows when he heard this and spoke directly, seeming to be deeply impressed.

"Her name is...Su Qingdai."