The two of them were at loggerheads.
At this time, Tang Yan couldn't help but ask: "Hey, don't you take us seriously?"
Song Chi turned around and asked, "Who are you?"
Tang Yan was stunned and almost couldn't breathe. This person really didn't take him seriously.
"He is Tang Yan, a disciple of Mr. Lushan."
A young man a few steps away from Songchi said kindly.
"oh."
Song Chi suddenly realized, "So you are Tang Yan, who once said that if I could win the championship, you would become my disciple. I just don't know if you will deny it when the time comes."
"I think it's undeniable. Now that this matter has become a hot topic, I think it's undeniable."
Wu Hai smiled again and said, "I am Wu Hai, a student of Huating Academy, and Mr. Sun is my teacher."
Song Chi knew where Wu Hai's kindness came from. When he wrote the lyrics just now, he deliberately found an incident, which was Sun Qu's experience. As his student, he naturally approached him.
Tang Yan's tone turned cold, "Do you think you can definitely win the championship?"
"yes."
Song Chi said, "I'm competing with Song Ming, not for you. But it would be great if I could have another disciple. However, you already have a senior brother, Han Yuanzheng, the traitor who made a bet with me."
"you......"
Tang Yan's chest was heaving with anger, and he took several deep breaths before he could calm down.
"I'm already crazy enough, but you're even crazier than me."
"Interesting." Fang Yingwu said calmly, "You actually don't take us seriously at all."
Song Chi didn't say anything.
It’s not that he doesn’t take them seriously, but among these people, except Song Ming, everyone else is just a foil.
"Stop talking nonsense and let's see what's really going on!"
Song Ming's face was as cold as ice. He also knew that apart from Song Chi, no one else could compete with him for the championship, so he only had one opponent.
"Then let's have a competition. I hope you can still be so arrogant after the literary competition is over." Tang Yan felt that he was challenged. He was Hao Yongzhen's apprentice, and he was famous for his talent. No one dared to look down on him wherever he went, but now he was being ignored.
"Don't speak too soon, or you'll be embarrassed later."
Another person spoke calmly. He was Liu Cheng, the most talented student in Moxiang Academy.
Although Fang Yingwu, who was dressed in white, did not say anything, there was a deep disdain in his eyes.
Those who can get here are all proud people, so how could they easily submit to others?
"Gentlemen, please listen to me." At this time, a scholar in a green robe spoke up, "The next competition is called Chonglou. The rules are very simple. You need to write a poem for each floor you ascend."
"If you can't finish it, you'll be eliminated. To reach the final test on the fifth floor, you need to compose four poems in a row. You can start now, in no particular order. Also... the slowest person on each floor will also be eliminated!"
After hearing the rules, everyone's expressions became solemn.
Writing poetry is not easy, otherwise everyone would be a poet. It is even more difficult to write poetry continuously in a short period of time.
The last one to be eliminated on each floor adds to the tension.
While the others were still thinking, Song Chi had already walked to the stairs. He asked directly, "What is the topic on this floor?"
"Write a poem on the theme of plum blossoms."
Song Chi recited it without hesitation.
"Outside the post station, beside the broken bridge, a lonely flower blooms, ownerless. It's already dusk, and I'm alone and sad, and the wind and rain make it worse."
"I have no intention of struggling for spring, I just let the flowers be jealous. Even if they fall into the mud and turn into dust, only the fragrance remains the same."
After saying that, he went straight upstairs.
This is the masterpiece of Plum Blossom Song, and no one can surpass it.
The scholar muttered, then turned to the scholar who was writing beside him and asked, "Did you write it down?"
"I've got it. I've got it."
I have no intention of struggling for spring.....just let the fragrance remain the same."
"This is a poem about plum blossoms, this is a poem about plum blossoms!" the scholar exclaimed and struck the gong next to him.
It was telling the people on the fifth floor that the charge had begun.
Only then did the others react and looked at each other, not knowing what to say.
Song Ming gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. He knew the four topics in advance, which were to be poems on plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum, and he had made some preparations.
However, even among the same poems, there are different levels. He thought he was well prepared, but compared with Song Chi's works... he could not compare in terms of words or ideas.
This is one step short of the mark.
Song Ming walked over with a gloomy face and quickly recited a poem.
However, the Confucian scholar seemed not to have heard anything and was still immersed in Song Chi's work.
"I've finished reciting."
"oh oh....."
The scholar then asked the person next to him, "Did you write it down?"
"Well... I'm so immersed in the previous work that I can't help myself. Please recite it again, Master Ming."
Song Ming's face turned even darker. He quickly read it again, not caring whether he had memorized it or not, and ran upstairs quickly. Since quality was difficult to win, he would compete in speed.
Although this may lead to criticism, I can't care less.
People would suspect that he knew the test questions in advance, but they would not suspect Song Chi, but they could not care less.
If he really lost to Song Chi... he couldn't even imagine what kind of public opinion would arise, and his father's attitude towards Song Chi would definitely change.
He walked quickly upstairs.
Seeing this, Wu Hai smiled faintly at Tang Yan and said, "Old Tang, I think you should be prepared to change your master."
His teacher Sun Qu and Hao Yongzhen have been friends for many years, so the two of them are close.
"roll."
Tang Yan also walked to the stairs and composed a poem.
At this time, Song Ming had already gone up to the second floor, but he didn't see Song Chi. Could it be that he had already gone up? How could he be so fast? Didn't he need to think?
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