Full-time Artist Chapter 971: Number of romantic figures

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Twenty minutes of creative time, just over!

Inside the top ten pavilions.

The literati have different attitudes.

Some people are confident, some are nervous, some sigh, and some are helpless, and the results of each question seem to be on their faces.

in.

The seventh pavilion.

Shu Ziwen has recovered, with a faint smile on the corners of his mouth, handsome and unrestrained, as if he has forgotten the unhappiness he had been scorned by the envy before.

The tenth pavilion.

Hua Weiming is dressed in a long gown, standing with his hands in his hands, with an air of self-confidence, and everyone's momentum in the literary world at a glance!

Judge seat.

An Long opened his mouth solemnly: "Please circulate to each other from the famous pavilions first. If you feel inferior, you can take the initiative to withdraw."

Suddenly.

The pavilions circulated each other's works in the hustle and bustle.

In the process of circulation, everyone looked at the poems written by other people in the pavilion. Some sighed, some looked surprised, some hesitated, some praised...

"Good poem!"

"good words!"

"Xianghou!"

"Admit it!"

"Humbled!"

"Brother good article!"

"You don't understand my poem!"

"There is an allusion in this!"

Some people in the major pavilions are arguing with each other in business, and some people are arguing with others, who seem to think that they are better. In the end, there are not many people who voluntarily withdraw from the major pavilions. Most people still choose to let the judges to judge. Some people have a fluke mentality. After all, poetry has a certain degree of idealism. Everyone has their own understanding. Unless it is a pure level crush, the difference between good and bad is not so clear at a glance. It is for this reason that so many judges have been invited to the Poetry Conference!

certainly.

There is also an undisputed winner.

For example, in the seventh pavilion, everyone praised Shu Ziwen's work;

For another example, in the tenth pavilion, everyone bowed their hands to Hua Weiming, looking ashamed to bow to the wind;

Another example is the third pavilion...

There are good ones.

There are also moderate ones.

After confirming the list of voluntarily withdrawn, the organizer finally arranged the staff to collect the poetry of the literati, and invited eight judges to judge the poems of the pavilions.

At this time.

Someone noticed that the judge He Qinghuan had not yet returned to his position, he was still standing with Xianyu, the whole person was like the same...

sculpture?

The judge Yu Chang couldn't help but reminded: "Teacher He Qinghuan, it's time for us to judge the poems!"

He Qinghuan didn't move.

As if I didn't hear it.

Judge Qin Xiaotian frowned, with a weirdness in his heart, and then said: "Teacher He Qinghuan?"

He Qinghuan still didn't move.

He stared at Xian Yu's poem closely.

Everyone at the scene couldn't help looking at each other, and then talked aloud, wondering why He Qinghuan became so strange.

"Teacher He Qinghuan!"

The staff simply ran up to him and called him, so that He Qinghuan...

Awakened?

correct.

Just wake up.

He seemed to be stunned. At this time, he was reminded by the staff, and he was able to regain his senses. He looked back at the judges and the literati in a daze.

Opened his mouth.

He Qinghuan seemed to want to speak, but suddenly thought of something, and smiled while walking towards the judges' bench:

"Ha ha ha ha"

His laughter grew louder and louder, and when he returned to the judges' bench, the laughter had already appeared a touch of madness.

Is this crazy?

Several judges looked at He Qinghuan in dismay.

The literati's eyes are even more intensely puzzled.

What did Xian Yu do that made He Qinghuan so abnormal?

obviously.

He Qinghuan's strangeness has something to do with Xianyu.

He looked at the poem that Xian Yu had just written, and then it became this kind of impression.

Live footage is very suspenseful.

From beginning to end, the camera did not shoot any poems frontally.

Don't talk about the scene at this time.

Even the audience in the live broadcast room felt baffled.

"What happened to Teacher He Qinghuan?"

"What did Xian Yu write?"

"It feels like after he read what Xian Yu wrote, people are not right."

"Forget about this, the selection has begun."

"Just now the tenth pavilion was exaggerating Hua Weiming's work, which made me very curious!"

"Shu Ziwen seems to have written an amazing poem."

"I'll read it in a while."

"Why doesn't He Qinghuan sit down?"

"I have it!"

"The first two of the first pavilion are out!"

Following the discussion of several judges, the winning work of the first pavilion was soon selected.

Literati excited!

The audience is excited!

Everyone is no longer entangled with He Qinghuan's strangeness, only boundless expectations are left in their hearts!

"The title of the first pavilion is, love!"

The so-called love is a word that people can't get around, no matter the age.

There is no shortage of masterpieces for such propositions in ancient and modern times.

at the moment.

There is indeed a masterpiece.

Judge Anlong's eyes were astonishing: "The winner is Bian Huan and Mr. Chunzheng. Let's ask our reciter to bring you the masterpiece of Mr. Bian Huan!"

This is a poem conference.

The program group specially invited several highly skilled reciters to recite the great works that emerged in the poem conference!

The voice of the judges fell.

One of the recitationists took the poem and began to recite, full of emotions, perfectly showing the poet's emotions.

"The rain in the spring mountains is about to harvest, and the sky is faint and the stars are faint. The waning moon is bright, don't tears before the dawn. Although the words are weak, the love is not, I still look back: I still remember the green skirt, and pity the grass everywhere."

moment!

The literati applauded!

The live broadcast room is even more climax!

"it is good!"

"This poem is amazing!"

"The leader of the first pavilion is well deserved!"

"This is Blue Star's top-level literary event. It really didn't disappoint. The first song just exploded like this!"

"Teacher Bianhuan yyds!"

"I once read a masterpiece by Teacher Bianhuan. This teacher and his wife are extremely affectionate and wrote a lot of love poems for each other. This one is not the best. I suggest you search for "The Ronin". Personally think that one is still there. Above this one!"

"very touching!"

"There will be more later."

"The second one is out!"

With an exclamation, the reciter began to read the second poem of the first pavilion, which is also a rare and precious masterpiece.

then.

The third pavilion!

The fourth pavilion!

The fifth pavilion!

Among the top ten pavilions built by Lushan, each pavilion selected two of the best poems, which can be described as a literary talent!

This is the carnival of literati!

The same is the carnival of the audience!

Countless poets lovers are so excited!

Especially at the seventh pavilion, the poem written by Shu Ziwen won the whole house even more applause. The judge An Long couldn't help but stand up and read the poem in person!

"what!"

"Shu Ziwen is so handsome!"

"As expected of my male god!"

"It's no wonder that the seventh pavilion admired Shu Ziwen so much before, and I feel that Shu Ziwen is about to become famous today, and his status in the literary world will soar in the future!"

"I thought they were talking about each other in business!"

"I didn't expect them to be real cows, Xianyu, do you know who Shu Ziwen is now!?"

"A group of big guys, gods are fighting!"

"With them, my blue star literary world will be prosperous forever!"

"It's almost the tenth booth!"

"Tenth Pavilion, is Hua Weiming's verse?"

"Good guy, it's a word!"

"Hua Weiming wrote "Like a Dream"!"

"Ms. Hua Weiming wrote more than one song "Like a Dream" in the early days. He is very good at this format. I don't know how this song is?"

In conversation.

The results of the tenth pavilion are announced!

Hua Weiming won the leader of the tenth pavilion without any suspense, a song "Like a Dream", pushing the poem conference to the biggest climax!

This poem was praised by seven judges!

Why is it seven?

Because He Qinghuan seemed a little out of state.

All kinds of carnivals on the scene, the applause was like a wave, and then like a tsunami, but he was indifferent and even wanted to laugh a little.

The audience ignored him.

The literati no longer paid attention to He Qinghuan's anomaly.

Everyone has faintly guessed about He Qinghuan's strangeness.

Everyone thinks He Qinghuan should be in a bad mood.

Because Xian Yu is from Qinzhou, He Qinghuan is also from Qinzhou.

However, Xian Yu has now retired, and Qin Zhou has lost a general. The limelight of this poem conference is almost concentrated in Zhao Zhou!

Zhao Zhou's poems really flourished!

The literati and the audience in the live broadcast room were completely immersed in Hua Weiming's "Like a Dream"!

"really!"

"The top bosses are the last to appear!"

"If the top ten pavilions face off, Teacher Hua Weiming ranks first in this round, and Shu Ziwen can rank second!"

"But the others are not bad."

"Basically every pavilion has stunning masterpieces!"

"That's why!"

"What is Xian Yu pretending to do!"

"He really isn't qualified to be a judge."

"When you said that, I remembered that Xianyu was still there, hahahahaha, I guess you will be autistic now. In the literary world, no matter whether you are a song father or not, you use poetry in the literary world. Now he dares to compare himself. Dapeng, dare to claim that he can be a teacher!?"

Fans of literati are fighting back!

Many people can't understand Xianyu!

As for the neutral person, he was very satisfied with the quality of the works of the Poetry Conference, and did not mention the envy of the fish.

For a time.

People who support Xianyu feel aggrieved and angry!

They have to admit that the group of literati at the Poetry Conference does have a level, even the harsh and critical judges have shown a strong recognition of these poems.

but

They were unwilling to admit that Xianyu lost!

Fans of Xianyu shouted angrily: "Which one of these poems is better than the one read by the literati in front of Xianyu?"

"You seem to have a problem with your understanding."

A fan of a certain literati laughed: "This is a propositional poem. The literati is framed to death in the scope of creation, which is equivalent to dancing with shackles. Is free creation comparable to this? If you want to say on the spot, I believe in the judgment of the literati. Xianyus poem was written ahead of time. Of course he knew that the literati would question him. To have his status today, I dont think he is a fool, and he is more than a big bird. Of course he has the momentum, but can he have the ability to prosper in the literary world for nine days? If he can't take it out, wouldn't the poem become a pure self-boasting and self-praising, even more embarrassing?"

Depend on!

Fans of Xianyu are going to explode!

Someone said: "Don't you know that the creation of poetry is for artistic processing!"

The fan of the literati is yin and yang weird: "It turns out that it's not a real cow, it's just an artistic process. Is this not a confession?"

Fans of literati were also very upset before.

Xian Yu smashed countless literati, and the audience was silent for a while.

At that time, the fans of the literati were depressed, and of course they have to vent it fiercely now!

For a time.

The live and live broadcast rooms are boiling!

Regardless of whether the literati won or failed in the first round, they were all smiles.

Besides, the first round does not represent the final result.

Before, everyone was envied too harshly. Now that the literati have shown their strength, they have not lived up to the expectations of the audience. Of course it is worthy of joy!

Shu Ziwen holds his head high!

Hua Weiming is still standing with his hand!

And when the applause at the scene gradually ceased and the clamor stopped, and the judges were about to start the second round, Hua Weiming suddenly spoke:

"Wait!"

Everyone laughed suddenly.

Before the poem conference, Hua Weiming said "wait for a while", attacking Xianyu, directly engulfing the public, and banning Xianyu's position as a judge.

And at the moment.

He yelled "Wait a minute" again, and many people had already guessed his intentions. Suddenly, countless gloating gazes looked in a certain direction in the distance.

Envy the direction of the fish.

There are a lot of manuscript paper in front of Xian Yu, and you can vaguely see the words on it, and Xian Yu is still writing there!

This made many literati laugh:

"Good guy."

"It's written so much."

"I am afraid that he is not satisfied with his work, so I try again and again, his mentality is already out of balance."

"The scrapped manuscript in one place is quite spectacular."

"I don't know if I wrote a decent work."

"Seeing that he is still writing, he probably hasn't written satisfactory works yet."

"In fact, with his strength, even if it is written, it is not surprising, but we are creating propositions, and he freely chooses the topic to create freely. It is nothing more than a wave of forcible reverence, but in fact, I don't know it. Not to mention that he is still writing, obviously he hasn't written good works."

"hehe."

Really everyone is a fool, I don't know if he wants to take advantage of this way, but it is a pity that cleverness is mistaken by cleverness.

There is a lot of discussion.

Director Huang looked at Hua Weiming with a headache: "What do you want to say?"

Hua Weiming laughed and said: "Although my little friend Guan Xian Yu retired, he seems unwilling to do so and is also trying to create. Since he can choose the topic freely, he should be able to write a good poem, or read it. Come out for everyone to appreciate one or two. Eighty literati at the scene can serve as judges for him along with several teachers on stage. Isnt he qualified?"

Director Huang gritted his teeth.

In this scene now, Xian Yu would not make any sense even if he wrote a good poem, because all the big pavilions have good poems.

Moreover, the pavilions are the creation of propositions.

On the other hand, Xianyu is free to choose the topic, and there is no limit to the space to play.

Under such circumstances, no matter how good the poem Xianyu wrote, the literati would never say anything good.

She wanted to fool around this matter quickly.

Who would have thought about Hua Weiming, but he was reluctant and unforgiving.

It seems that Hua Weiming, as well as these literati and some of the existence behind it, really want to completely stigmatize Xianyu.

But she could no longer pretend to be deaf and dumb.

With so many eyes staring, and countless viewers in the live broadcast room, they can only bite the bullet and turn their heads. Before, Director Huang said that he would recite Xianyu's poems.

"Master Xianyu?"

When Director Huang spoke, her eyelids twitched slightly, and of course she saw Xian Yu still writing.

It seems that his mentality is out of balance.

Because he has been writing for nearly half an hour.

After all, he is a young man, and he will inevitably be at a loss when he is hit by such a blow.

Director Huang sighed in his heart.

Shu Ziwen saw that the camera seemed to sweep to his position, and said lightly: "Time seems to have passed a long time."

He is reminding the audience:

Xianyu not only freely chose the topic, but also overdue the creation.

"Tsk tut."

The audience who hated Xianyu suddenly realized that a barrage floated by:

"Have you seen the scrapped manuscripts in that place?"

"I haven't written it for half an hour?"

"No inspiration for free choice of topics?"

"The top ten pavilions are all twenty minutes of proposition creation."

"Xianyu's fans are so dumb?"

"Keep on screaming."

Seeing that Xian Yu was still writing, everyone thought that he did not write satisfactory works.

And the manuscripts all over the floor are the best proof. It should be the manuscripts written and scrapped by Xianyu.

Director Huang is calling himself.

Lin Yuan put down his pen when he heard it, and looked at the poem manuscripts all over the floor. He was not sure how many he wrote.

all in all.

It should be enough, right?

Thinking of this, Lin Yuan closed the pen.

When everyone in the Yu Dynasty saw Lin Yuan finishing writing, they looked at each other one by one, and suddenly became dejected, their expressions seemed to have endless regrets.

such a pity.

It would be better if it took longer.

"Look at those stars."

Some literati laughed, and then all the literati laughed.

The reaction of everyone in the Yu Dynasty proved that Jiang Lang, who envied the fish, was exhausted.

Director Huang bit his lip: "Do you have any suitable manuscripts for Teacher Xianyu? You can choose your favorite reciter."

Poems still have to be read.

Lin Yuan looked at the group of reciters and shook his head.

"Not written out?"

Director Huang's voice was filled with disappointment, and it really was like this.

Lin Yuan shook his head again without answering again. He seemed to be a little tired, rubbed his wrist, and then looked at everyone in the Yu Dynasty:

"Is it in order?"

Everyone was wronged: "Too many, I can't arrange it, only a small part of it has been sorted out."

"Oh."

Lin Yuan didn't care: "Then you just read it randomly."

"I'll come first, don't grab it!"

Sun Yaohuo directly picked up a small pile of "scrap manuscripts" that everyo