You have to know that many people present are still imitating the handwriting of their predecessors and have not formed their own style. In this respect alone, Xiao Moer has surpassed many people.
Qin Yuxuan's eyes were always fixed on Xiao Mo'er. When everyone complimented and praised him, his facial expression remained sullen and no emotion could be seen. But he was sharp-eyed and noticed the light flashing in Xiao Mo'er's bright black eyes.
Tsk tsk, I thought the little guy could really be so calm. However, considering his age, it's good enough for him to be able to do this.
Many people who were much older than him would unconsciously show joy on their faces when they heard everyone's praise, but the little guy in front of him didn't show it at all, only his eyes revealed his mood at the moment.
Someone began to recite the second line of the couplet that Xiao Zimo came up with.
"Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each displaying their magical powers, each crossing the sea, each step ascending to immortality."
"Not bad, not bad."
"That's quite good. Considering his age, it's quite good that he can come up with this."
Everyone gave fair affirmation to Xiao Zimo's couplet.
Shopkeeper Fu continued, "Next is the last contestant in this couplet competition."
As the shopkeeper finished speaking, the servant put down Qin Yuxuan's couplet from the second floor.
When the couplet was completely presented in front of everyone, everyone's eyes widened with amazement.
"Good sentence."
"Wonderful, truly wonderful."
A young man waved a feather fan and recited in admiration, "Seventy-two transformations, good at subduing demons and monsters, and always successful."
Xiao Moer stared at the couplet, his little face a little more tense than before.
He could also see that he had lost this round to that person.
The little guy felt a little disappointed in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. Instead, he straightened his back, ready to make a comeback in the next round.
Qin Yuxuan had been paying attention to the little guy's every move, and naturally he also noticed the hint of fierce anger that just flashed across his face.
Off the court, Bei Yutang was very satisfied with Xiao Zimo's performance. She was very satisfied with his performance.
After several scholars discussed it, Manager Fu came out with the final result.
"The following twenty people who advanced from the first round are number two, number seven, number twelve, number 20, number twenty-one, number twenty-five, number twenty-nine, number 30, number thirty-one, number thirty-two, number thirty-seven, number thirty-eight..."
Xiao Moer couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he heard his number was 37.
After one round of competition, only twenty selected contestants remained.
Little Moer turned his head to look at the crowd, and immediately found where his mother was standing. When he turned his head, he met his mother's eyes and saw her making a cheering gesture to them.
Outsiders don't know what this gesture means, but he knows.
Xiao Moer and Bei Yutang made the same gesture to their mother, with a sweet smile on their little faces.
Qin Yuxuan looked at the interaction between the mother and son, his eyebrows slightly raised.
Although I didn't understand what the gesture meant, I understood Bei Yutang's lip movements: "Come on."
"Come on." Qin Yuxuan murmured these two words, with a playful smile on his lips.
"Alright, now we're moving on to the second round. The second round will feature the theme of 'Maitreya Buddha'. You'll have a total of 15 minutes to write a poem. Those who can't answer within 15 minutes will be eliminated."
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