The First Saint of Dan Dao

"Wine makes me sad and tears disappear."

"Blood burns on the endless battlefield."

"The iron horses gallop and roar."

"..."

"Marking the troops before the tent on an autumn night." When Tang Yan came up with another verse that fit the mood, everyone's expressions changed slightly, and their eyes looking at Tang Yan began to change. This guy was possessed by another spirit, so should this verse come out of his mouth?

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"I sigh that the moon is so impermanent, waxing and waning." When this nine-character poem came out of Liu Hailian's mouth, the people around him were a little puzzled. There were only seven contestants left, and three of them withdrew immediately.

"I feel melancholy watching the tides rise and fall in the vast ocean." Tang Yan added another sentence.

The people in the audience also looked towards Tang Yan's table. After so long, why was that guy still there? Was he cheating?

"In the evening, the boat sails on the river, and the returning people watch the two bright moons on the starry river." When Liu Hailian finished a long sentence of fourteen characters, there were only three people left at Tang Yan's table. The person in the middle hesitated for a long time and didn't continue, and then Tang Yan smiled and said, "The red sun climbs the green mountains, and the good horse carries the young man along the way."

"Mr. Guo is short-sighted. I didn't expect Tang Yan to be so talented. I admire him!" The young man who didn't get to fight back smiled bitterly, bowed to Tang Yan, and left with regret.

"Good!" When the Tang family members saw that Tang Yan actually stayed on the stage, they all cheered.

The first round didn’t take long, and the results came out in less than half an hour.

When they saw that among the only twenty people left on the stage, there was even the dandy young Tang Yan, everyone in Yuncheng was shocked.

The few people who were extremely curious about Tang Yan were now looking forward to his next performance.

"Congratulations to everyone for entering the next round of the competition. This time, the city lord will set the topic. Everyone must complete their work within two quarters of an hour. It can be poetry or lyrics. The top five will advance, and the rest will be eliminated!" Zhou Ying said with a smile, and then he bowed to the city lord: "Sir, please set the topic again!"

"In the first round, everyone's quick thinking was admirable. This round will still test your wit and literary talent. In the past, we used the Mid-Autumn Festival as the theme every year. This year, we will change the theme to 'emotion'. You can think of it now." Lin Xiao stood up and said the topic aloud.

Many people looked gloomy. They had prepared some poems about the Mid-Autumn Festival, but now they were useless. In an instant, everyone lowered their heads and began to think.

Tang Yan was the most eye-catching in the crowd. At this moment, he picked up the wine jug, filled himself with wine, and drank it all in one gulp.

Seeing him so relaxed and at ease, everyone's mouth twitched slightly. This uneducated scoundrel has relied on luck to survive until now, but now that his luck has run out, he still wants to save face. Knowing that he can't pass, he still pretends to be a romantic. His disgust is simply outrageous!

"Got it!" one of them suddenly shouted in surprise.

The people around were shocked after hearing this and looked at this person with dissatisfaction.

This person ignored the eyes of the people around him, cleared his throat and recited: "The autumn wind makes people drunk, and the beauty walks under the moon. Although I look at her from afar without saying a word, the bright moon sends my love.

As soon as the four-line five-character poem came out, the people around couldn't help but praise it in secret. Those who were related to this young man even praised him directly.

Even the four judges couldn't help but nod their heads. Although these four lines of poetry were simple, the artistic conception was good. It was not easy to come up with them in such a short time.

Then several people presented their works, some with high and some with low artistic conception, which won a lot of applause from people.

At this moment, the only people who had not composed poems on the stage were a few of Yuncheng's more famous talents - Wu Jin from the Wu family, Qin An from the Qin family, Liu Zhi and Liu Hailian from the Liu family.

As for the number one playboy in Yuncheng, he was simply ignored by everyone.

As expected of the famous talents of Yuncheng, every time these four people wrote a poem, there would be a sensation among the audience, and everyone would marvel at the extraordinary sentences in the poem.

"Lord City Lord, I wonder if this second round is over?" Seeing Tang Yan sitting there motionless, Liu Zhi raised a trace of contempt at the corner of his mouth.

Hearing Liu Zhi's words, the audience burst into laughter again. Young Master Tang didn't know how he passed the first round, but in the second round, his true colors were finally exposed. He couldn't write a poem in front of everyone. This guy was really embarrassed. It would be better for him to be eliminated in the first round.

The city lord did not answer, but looked at Tang Yan with his eyes like lightning. Although he had not come into contact with Tang Yan many times, this guy could bring him a strong shock every time. Would Tang Yan give up?

"What a good wine." Tang Yan stood at the corner of the stage, looking at the Moon Lake below, poured himself a glass of wine, and chanted leisurely: "Standing on the dangerous building, the wind is blowing gently. Looking at the spring sorrow, the sky is dark. The grass is green in the fading light of the smoke. Who will lean on the railing to express my feelings without words?"

When Tang Yan recited this poem, he secretly mixed some true energy into his voice. Although the sound was not loud, it traveled very far and was clearly heard by everyone.

As soon as the first verse came out, the faces of those who were waiting to laugh at Tang Yan were filled with infinite surprise.

"Is this really Young Master Tang? Is he really writing poetry?" There was a burst of exclamations from the crowd.

Although the first part of this poem describes the scenery, the words and sentences are also carefully crafted, and they clearly depict an atmosphere of infatuation for everyone.

It was the first time that Zi Yun heard Tang Yan compose a poem. At this moment, her beautiful eyes were fixed on Tang Yan, and she became more and more curious about this young man. He had both a talent for martial arts and a talent for romance. How did he cultivate this guy?

Qin Changdao, who was very anxious before, was relieved at this moment. I said, if he could write a masterpiece of the same level as "Xiang Jian Huan" back then, how could he not be able to write it this time?

"I want to get drunk and sing songs to the wine, but forced happiness is tasteless. My clothes are getting looser but I will never regret it. I am exhausted for her."

When Tang Yan recited the second stanza, the originally chaotic scene immediately became extremely quiet.

I will never regret my clothes getting looser and looser, I will become haggard for her. In the whole poem, the last sentence sets the mood to the extreme.

Tang Yan was drinking alone under the moon, looking a little aloof and decadent. With this poem, he looked like a love-struck talent, attracting many girls' attention. The state of this dandy young master was at least not as unbearable as imagined.

After a long while, the city lord clapped his hands and exclaimed: "Good!"

"This time, Tang Yan is going to win again." Wu Xuan also recovered from her shock and said with a smile.

Old Master Tang had a huge smile on his face. He had cultivated himself for so many years and read a lot of poetry and books. He could naturally appreciate the quality of his grandson's poem.

"I announce that in this round of competition, Tang Yan from the Tang family is first, Liu Hailian from the Liu family is second, Wu Jin from the Wu family is third, Liu Zhi from the Liu family is fourth, and Qin An from the Qin family is fifth. These five people have successfully advanced to the third round of the literary competition." Zhou Ying stood up and announced the result loudly.

No one had any objection to this ranking.

"The third round will be more difficult, everyone be prepared." Zhou Ying announced the rules for the third round: "After the first person writes his work, the rest of the people need to finish their work within a cup of tea.

There is a word requirement for the work, which must not be less than 100 words.

With Yuncheng Erlang as the theme, you can freely play the specific direction. Let’s start! ”