"Good, Qinglian is quite talented. This poem has brought honor to our Modern Poetry Association."
Zhou Wenhao, who had been quite depressed, finally smiled after seeing the first poem from Qinglian Jushi and sighed softly.
His biggest worry was that Qinglian Jushi would drop the ball halfway through, which would not only render all the previous preparations useless, but also make him suffer for so many days for nothing.
Fortunately, judging from the current situation, although this Qinglian Hermit is not good at interpersonal relationships, he is still very good at writing poetry.
"As long as they can write poetry, and as long as they can be of use to me, then everything is negotiable until the dust settles!"
Zhou Wenhao thought to himself.
In fact, a large group of people from the Modern Poetry Association were also extremely excited at this moment:
"Impressive! This level is something I could never reach in my entire life. Qinglian Jushi truly is a role model for us all!"
"Brother Qinglian's move was absolutely a royal flush! That kid surnamed Xu is probably going to be kneeling down, hahahaha."
"With Chairman Zhou bringing Qinglian Jushi into the association this time, it feels like our Modern Poetry Association is on the rise."
"Yes, our association is going to have a lot of exposure this time, and we'll benefit a lot from it."
...
Meanwhile, Qinglian Jushi's fans, upon seeing those four lines of poetry, felt their hearts swaying deeply:
"It's so magnificent! Qinglian Jushi is truly a versatile artist. This artistic conception is absolutely amazing."
"Such powerful poetry could only be written by someone with a broad mind; he must be a man."
"Sometimes you have to admire these geniuses. They look the same as us, but they are different species."
"I wonder what kind of poem Director Xu will use to respond. The first one seems extremely difficult."
...
at the same time.
Upon seeing this poem, the renowned poet Shen Zizhen gave a wry smile and said:
"Old Zhang, did you see that? This is what I mean by despair."
To live in the same era as someone like Qinglian Jushi is both the greatest fortune and the greatest misfortune.
Fortunately, we are able to witness the birth of these excellent poems. How fortunate we are!
Unfortunately, no matter how hard we try, we can't keep up with such geniuses. How unfortunate!
Seeing his old friend so distressed, Zhang Xi didn't know how to comfort him for a moment.
After all, he wasn't a poet, and he had never encountered anything so despairing in the field of prose, so he couldn't truly empathize with the situation.
...
As someone who had infiltrated Qinglian Jushi's group, Reba, though free from the worries of 'fortune and misfortune,' was still muttering to herself:
"Wow! This Qinglian Hermit is really amazing. Does Xu Lu have a way to deal with him? I hope he does!"
Although she had more confidence in Xu Lu after seeing his post yesterday.
But now, upon seeing this poem by Qinglian Jushi, her remaining confidence vanished instantly.
In fact, Xu Lu's fans were also worried about him at this time:
"Although I knew there would be a fierce battle tonight, I didn't expect this Qinglian Hermit to use such a powerful weapon right from the start. Can President Xu withstand it?"
"I don't know. Qinglian Jushi's poem is too powerful. If I were to write it, I would probably surrender on the spot."
"Who wouldn't surrender when faced with such a pervert? But I hope Mr. Xu can hold on, although it feels a bit like wishful thinking."
"Don't panic! Look, everyone, President Xu is also responding, he's using four lines as well..."
Under everyone's watchful eyes, four lines of poetry in the blank box on the left also came into view, transforming from abstract to concrete:
'Several times...beneath the flowers...sitting and playing the flute...the Milky Way...the red walls...looking into the distance...'
'The stars...are not those of last night...for whom...in the wind and dew...stand in the middle of the night...'
this……
Because most of the audience at the Mid-Autumn Poetry Gathering were members of the Modern Poetry Association.
So when they saw the poem, everyone fell silent for a moment.
Everyone thought that since Qinglian Jushi's first poem was so difficult, that kid named Xu Lu would definitely be defeated in the first round.
But what no one expected was...
Not only did the young man not kneel, but he also wrote a high-quality poem.
This situation was somewhat unexpected.
Similarly, Zhou Wenhao, the president of the Modern Poetry Association, also frowned at this moment.
But he quickly comforted himself:
"Luck, it must be luck! That kid's luck can't last forever."
This is only the first round. Once Qinglian gets a few more moves, that kid on the other side definitely won't be able to hold on.
However, Qinglian Jushi's fans were surprised at this moment.
However, because they didn't harbor the same animosity towards Xu Lu as the members of the Modern Poetry Association, they didn't reach the point of remaining silent.
In fact, after seeing the poem, everyone had already started discussing it privately:
"Wow! Director Xu's level is extraordinary, it's a bit unexpected."
No wonder he could become a rival of the Green Lotus Hermit; there was a reason for it.
"For whom do I stand in the wind and dew... all night long... I have to say, this line really touched my heart."
"I originally thought that Qinglian Jushi would win easily, but now it seems that it is indeed a fierce battle."
"That's what makes it interesting. If the opponent of the Qinglian Hermit is too weak, then there's nothing to see."
This Director Xu is quite skilled, on par with Qinglian Jushi (a famous poet), this poetry duel is sure to be very exciting!
...
Xu Lu's fans finally breathed a sigh of relief:
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