Song Chi was directly issuing a declaration of war to Song Ming.
Others looked at the two men, who had similar names but completely different backgrounds, and seemed to be naturally hostile to each other.
Song Chi's words also directly pointed out what Song Ming had prepared in advance.
Everyone knows it!
What he meant was that even if you are prepared in advance, I am not afraid of you.
Song Ming subconsciously looked at Cheng Hui.
His nine-word poem was written by Dean Cheng, but he did not dare to respond.
Although Song Ming had no talent for writing poetry, he could distinguish between good and bad. He knew that what Dean Cheng wrote was indeed not as good as Song Chi's.
"According to the rules, anyone who can't come up with it will be eliminated. This means Song Chi is the winner and there's no need to compete anymore."
Tang Yan said calmly with his arms folded.
He was so resentful that he dared to speak out, which made Hao Yongzhen blow his beard.
Are you so anxious to change your master?
Everyone's eyes were focused on Song Ming. Now the cards were played openly and the choice was his.
If I recite it, then the literary competition will continue, and it will be embarrassing if I lose.
If I can't admit defeat now, at least I can still maintain some dignity.
Song Ming narrowed his eyes slightly, his nails digging into his flesh.
No, I can't lose!
If you lose, your reputation will be ruined!
If I lose, it will be difficult to explain to my father.
Outsiders didn't know, but he knew that Song Chi was his half-brother.
I can lose to anyone, but I can’t lose to Song Chi!
bet!
Bet that Song Chi can't do everything, bet he doesn't have absolute talent, bet he will lose!
There are still three chances to ask questions, and three poems left!
As long as Song Chi can't compose a song, or composes it poorly, he will win!
Thinking of this, Song Ming recited it in a low voice.
"Last night the east wind broke the branches of the trees, and the ferry boat rolled into the sandy beach."
"A wild old plum tree lies alone in the corner of a cold house, its sparse shadow slanting across and darkly knocking on the window."
"A few thin buds, half dead and half alive, about to open but not yet, with a few fragrant buds."
"Even if a painter is skilled in painting, he would shrink from it. I love the fragrance, so I mock the new poetry."
This is also a nine-word poem, Song Ming is ready to accept the challenge!
The result is obvious. The quality of this poem is not very high. It is quite like a doggerel and is just made up.
Everyone present was a scholar and a Confucian scholar, so they could naturally judge it.
Fang Yingwu said directly, "When two poems are composed simultaneously, the quality is determined by the poetic conception and rhetoric... This nine-word poem is clearly inferior to Song Chi's. According to the rules, he loses..."
"Um."
Fang Yingwu paused and looked at Zhang Xiangyang, "Is this the rule you mentioned?"
Zhang Xiangyang said expressionlessly, "You and Tang Yan voluntarily withdrew from this round. Since someone has already been eliminated, there will be no evaluation."
Fang Yingwu and Tang Yan exchanged a glance, then shook their heads and said, "That makes sense!"
Having said that, everyone could hear the contempt in his words.
In order to protect Song Ming, these so-called great scholars even lost their dignity.
"continue."
Song Chi had a blank expression on his face. He wanted to see how shameless these people were...
"Then let me come up with the questions."
The headmaster of Wenyao Academy, an old man with white hair and beard, said calmly, "Today is the literary gathering. You have connected three passes and come here from Jingchong Tower. So, please write a poem on the theme of climbing the tower."
"My poem is called Climbing the Tower to Watch the Dusk."
After he finished speaking, Song Chi spoke first. He didn't give Song Ming any chance at all. Besides, Song Ming didn't dare to speak too fast now.
He felt very guilty.
At this moment, it was almost evening, and climbing up the tower to watch the sunset was just in line with the theme.
"The six-curved red railing overlooks the blue sky, and the light smoke and autumn water meet the flat grass."
"Expanding the wind and moon adds material to poetry, embellishing the landscape and returning to the painting."
"If I raise my foot, I can gallop four horses. Why should I bend my waist and ask for help from two ducks?"
"If Yu Liang were still alive, we would have a drink together in front of the building."
After Song Chi finished speaking, he looked at Song Ming.
"Similarly, if the poems you write are better than mine, I will admit defeat!" He continued to threaten.
Don’t you want to compete?
If I can’t break your mentality, I lose!
These words were too domineering. Gu Ronghua danced with excitement, but his sister covered his mouth and he couldn't say anything.
The scene was silent, and Song Ming's expression was extremely ugly.
Cheng Hui said in a low voice: "Young man, forgive others when you can."
He took action himself.
The nine-word poem that Song Ming just recited was written by him, so he naturally felt uncomfortable when Song Chi rejected his honor.
Besides, he had to speak.
Song Chi said calmly: "There is no first in literature, and no second in martial arts. Writing poetry is like a martial arts competition. If I lose, I admit it. If I win, I will be arrogant. I didn't force him."
He looked at Song Ming, his eyes full of provocation.
Do you still admit defeat?
"you……"
Song Ming took a deep breath. His lungs were about to explode with anger, but he had to swallow it down.
This is a literary comparison, which uses poetry to judge its quality.
He couldn't compete with the others in poetry, so he could only endure it.
The question is how could Song Chi be so strong? He could really do anything, and without hesitation...
Why?
why is that?
"Either write poetry or give up and don't waste your time."
Song Chi urged.
"If you can do it, so can I!"
Song Ming gritted his teeth and recited a poem, but he stumbled and it was obvious that his mentality was affected, and he almost couldn't recite it.
It's commendable, he has a good memory.
However, his poems are naturally inferior to Song Chi's.
Fang Yingwu continued, "You can tell the quality of a poem at a glance. Song Ming has already lost."
"I think each has its own merits." Zhang Xiangyang gritted his teeth, his expression a little unnatural, but he still had to say what he had to say.
It's really weird!
“Is this each having its own merits?”
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