The test paper is graded on the spot. Fu Yuewen and several other elders are all great writers in the contemporary literary world. The quality of the article can be known at a glance and the corresponding scores can be scored in an instant.
Everyone has been invited outside the hall to take a break and wait for the results.
"Brother, I didn''t expect you and I to meet again." Wang Zhuo came to Yang Xuan, his eyes full of curiosity.
"Hahaha, it''s easy to say!" Yang Xuan also has a kind of boxing.
"I don''t know what to call you, brother?" Wang Zhuo continued.
"Lao Tzu''s name is let me go. How about being domineering." Yang Xuan deliberately showed his satisfaction.
Everyone frowned. Yang Xuan''s appearance was really annoying. I couldn''t figure out how he entered the election.
At this moment, a word emerged in everyone''s mind: black box operation.
Even, a sneer has appeared on some faces.
How important it is for the princess to recruit relatives. Even some people dare to operate secretly. They really don''t know whether to live or die.
Jin Chengfeng also frowned at Yang Xuan and guessed his identity.
There was an imperceptible disdain on Wang Zhuo''s dark face. He arched his hand to Yang Xuan and said nothing more.
They talked to each other, but they deliberately avoided Yang Xuan and isolated him.
Yang Xuan didn''t care either. His face still looked like you didn''t understand me. It was stuffy.
After a while, they were invited into the hall again.
Fu Yuewen was still expressionless, but his eyes fell on Yang Xuan, showing a trace of shock in his eyes.
Several old men behind him also swept their eyes over Yang Xuan intentionally or unintentionally, all of which were shocked.
Seeing that all the people had entered, Fu Yuewen cleared his throat and said, "after the first round of literary test, the three names were Mi Zhiyuan, Jiang Haowen and Yu Huamao."
The three people whose names were read had a flush color on their faces, and their ink was limited. It was not surprising for such a result, but they were named the last three in public, and they all had some shame.
Fu Yuewen continued: "the third place in the top three is Jin Chengfeng."
After that, he looked at Jin Chengfeng with encouragement, as if he knew Jin Chengfeng.
Everyone''s eyes also fell on Jin Chengfeng, and some people even showed envy in their eyes.
A good result in the first round will also have a great impact on the later play.
Yang Xuan swept Jin Chengfeng slightly, but he saw that Jin Chengfeng had a smile on his face, no joy or sadness, and could not see what was thinking in his heart.
"Top three, second, Yan Yizhu."
Yan Yixiu was the first to speak. At this time, his face was not satisfied, and even his eyebrows were wrinkled.
He thinks highly of himself and his family background. He is extremely conceited about his literary talent. In the first round of competition, he has long been determined to win the first place and can''t allow others to interfere.
But unexpectedly, when the results were announced, he was not the first, but the second. There was another person at the top, which made him really can''t believe. Is there anyone better than him?
He is waiting for Fu Yuewen to announce the first person. He wants to see what is sacred.
Fu Yuewen didn''t keep him waiting. He looked at Yang Xuan for a long time and slowly said, "top three, let''s go!"
"What?" Wang Zhuo, not Yan Yixiu, responded first.
He suddenly turned his head and looked at Yang Xuan beside him, with an extremely stunned look on his face.
The others were stunned, and then they all looked at Yang Xuan. The look in their eyes was no different from Wang Zhuo, and they were stunned.
Just now in the yard, they all heard Yang Xuan''s self introduction and knew that he was just going his own way. However, they couldn''t believe that such a vulgar man of Laozi was the first?
Yan Yixiu is also looking at Yang Xuan. There is a thick disbelief in his eyes. If it is another resident above him, he can barely accept it, but now it is this vulgar man above him. How can he accept it calmly?
Fu Yuewen announced the results of others, of which Wang Zhuo''s results were also very high.
"If you have no other questions, start the second round immediately." Fu Yuewen looked at Yang Xuan again, and Lang said.
"Slow down!" Yan Yixiu said first. He arched his hand to Fu Yuewen and said, "Fu Lao, we all want to hear what brother Ren is good at. He has the ability to take the lead and be above us?"
His question is also the question of everyone. Even some people begin to doubt whether there is any secret operation in it?
Fu Yuewen looked at Yan Yixiu and was unhappy on his face.
When Yan Yixiu said this, he clearly didn''t believe his eyes, which was an offence to him.
But as soon as he saw that Yang Xuan still looked like a fool, he was relieved. Yang Xuan''s appearance was too vulgar. No wonder people didn''t believe it.
After a little meditation, he nodded and said, "yes, I''ll read the great work of the young master of our bank. It''s up to you to judge whether I can win the first place."
Then he took out Yang Xuan''s paper and read it aloud.
"When is the moon? Ask the blue sky for the wine. I don''t know the palace in the sky. What year is it this night? I want to go home in the wind, and I''m afraid of the magnificent buildings and jade buildings. It''s very cold on the high places. How can I dance and make clear shadows on the earth? Turn the Zhuge, lower the beautiful house, and shine without sleep. There should be no hate. Why should it be long to be round at other times? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has cloudy, sunny and round, which is difficult to complete in ancient times. I hope people will be long and beautiful for thousands of miles."
After reading a poem with only more than 100 words, the Hall fell into silence, and the needle could be heard.
Yang xuanminrui noticed that a strange wave came out from behind the screen.
The expression on Wang Zhuo''s face was very wonderful. He looked at Yang Xuan blankly, and there was a thick disbelief in his eyes.
Although his literary talent is not as good as Yan Yixiu, a scholar of family origin, he also has certain attainments. In his eyes, Yang Xuan has always been a very vulgar man. Opening and closing his mouth is Lao Tzu''s long and Lao Tzu''s short. If you want to say what literary talent he has, Wang Zhuo is the first not to believe it.
But now? He wrote such a poem that was destined to be handed down through the ages. This extremely strong contrast really made him wonder how to react.
Jin Chengfeng was also a little flustered and kept muttering: "I hope people will last for a long time and share the beautiful scenery for thousands of miles... A masterpiece for thousands of years, a masterpiece for thousands of years..."
At this moment, he was directly impressed by Yang Xuan''s literary talent.
Among the people, there are many people with outstanding literary talent. At this time, they also taste it repeatedly. The more they read it, the more they feel that it is the artistic conception contained in the poetry. It is really too beautiful. The feelings expressed are not what ordinary people can imagine. It is really a masterpiece through the ages.
For a time, Yang Xuancheng became the focus of everyone.
Yan Yixiu was stunned. He opened his mouth, but his eyes didn''t look at Yang Xuan, but looked at the paper in Fu Yuewen''s hand that might not have dried out.
Among the people, with his literary talent being the highest and his poems reaching his ears, he could hear good and bad. However, when Yang Xuan''s poem entered his ears, he was stunned and unable to judge.
The more you know, the more you don''t know. That''s what he is now.
He intended to belittle the poem, but he opened his mouth but said nothing.
He didn''t dare to judge this poem at all. The artistic conception of this poem is beyond his ability to judge.
"Fu Lao, what''s the name of this word?" after a long time, he asked Fu Yuewen.
"When will there be a bright moon!" Fu Yuewen sighed. Yan Yixiu couldn''t see the expression on his face. At the same time, he also deeply understood.
A person is defeated in what he is best at. This blow is too great.
If Yang Xuan''s poems are just a little ahead of Yan Yixiu, it''s OK. The so-called literature is no first. Whether he can write good literature depends on the timing and location.
But when did Yang Xuan''s bright moon appear? It was so amazing. It was far beyond others. Even when he saw it at first sight, he had a dull feeling.
It can be said that with his literary and Taoist cultivation, he dare not judge this word.
This is a poem destined to be handed down through the ages, and he is the first person to see this poem. If he makes a little comment, it will be handed down through the ages with this poem.
Therefore, he did not dare to judge. He was afraid that a mistake would become a laughing stock for generations.
He looked at Yang Xuan and felt selfish. He wanted to take Yang Xuan''s test paper home, mount it and pass it on from generation to generation.
Don''t be surprised at Fu Yuewen''s idea. In the face of such a first manuscript of poetry destined to spread through the ages, it is destined to become a treasure that the world is eager to collect in the future. At this time, when will it wait?
Yan Yixiu was stunned for a long time, and then he recovered. After taking a long breath, he bowed deeply to Yang Xuan and said, "brother Ren, I''ve been taught!"
At this time, no one dared to underestimate Yang Xuan.
His threat began to rise infinitely in the hearts of everyone.
Yang Xuan laughed, but his face was still vulgar.
"Dare to compare literary talent with me, hum!" at this moment, he saw the small mountains and the souls of the eight families in the Tang and Song dynasties.