"Dang--" But the deacon whistled the green gong and said loudly: "The winning and losing of the auditions has been decided. You guys use wine to express your aspirations and chant poems to express your feelings. This is a great joy. Please drink it with your heart."

"Drink if you drink, it's useless." Duan Mingyu muttered.

After a while, the deacon said, "Everyone, our first test will begin now. Please read the name person forward!"

"Duan Mingyu!"

I believe in your evil spirit, why is the first one? Duan Mingyu rolled his eyes helplessly.

Unwilling to accept it, he walked forward unwillingly.

Then he studied nine talents and joined Duan Mingyu in a group.

At this time, the deacon began to announce the rules of this competition. "In this game, all participants will be assigned by the examiner to make the questions. The poems related to our questions must not be copied or applied within a quarter of an hour. Each group will give three questions. After three times, each group will select the best person. Enter the next level! Do you understand?"

"I understand!" Everyone said in unison.

"In addition, every time you write a poem, you need to drink a bucket of alcohol!" the deacon suddenly added.

Ga! All the talents fainted on the ground and had been climbing up for a long time, looking at each other in horror.

This competition seems simple, but it is not the case. First, you need to have a good drinker and second, you need to have talent and knowledge. If you follow one lane and stick to the end, it will not be considered a draw. At least three poems have been performed in the over-the-season competition.

"Please listen to it. Let's start with the first question with spring!" the examiner announced.

Duan Mingyu laughed after hearing this. What's the difficulty? It's so simple, soeasy!

Duan Mingyu picked up a pot of wine, drank it in a special amount of one bucket, and then chanted, "The forest flowers are fading, spring red, too hurrying, I have no choice but to come cold rain and wind in the evening. The rouge tears are drunk, and when will it be heavy? It is the longing of regret for people to live in the east!"

The examiner stroked his beard and nodded, "It's not bad, it's not bad! What, what did you say? Say it again, why did you do it so well!"

The talented man behind suddenly felt a lot of pressure, and his sweat suddenly flowed down. He was frightened and could not speak, which affected his mood.

Therefore, what we have made is just a low-level work. Compared with Duan Mingyu's eternal poems, it is undoubtedly a world of difference.

"The second round begins, and the question of our second question is parting, starting in a quarter of an hour!"

Duan Mingyu pondered for a moment, raised his glass and drank, "The cicada was sad, facing the long pavilion, the rain stopped. The capital tent was filled with no mood, and the orchid boat was destroyed. He held hands and looked at each other with tears, but he was speechless. He thought of the mist and waves of the evening mist was deep and the sky was vast. He was full of affection since ancient times, and he was even more lonely. Where did he wake up from the Qing Autumn Festival tonight? The willow bank, the evening breeze and the waning moon. After years of this, it should be a good time and a beautiful scene. Even if there are thousands of styles, who can I tell you about it?"

The scene suddenly became excited. Talent, it was really a talent. Several participants from the same team as Duan Mingyu immediately bowed their fists and left. They announced their abstention, but Duan Mingyu was so ashamed that he covered his face and fled.

The remaining few people sighed, not knowing what they said, and barely supported them to make their own works, but the quality was more than a little different from Duan Mingyu.

"The third question, our question is successful!"

Duan Mingyu's hair was loose, with a wild attitude, laughed three times, and another bucket of wine entered his throat, singing loudly, "The country of the country is coming into war, what is the plan for the people to live in the world? Don't talk about being a marquis, and one general has achieved success and has been undone!"

"What a poem, what a poem!" Everyone applauded and said unanimously, "I am convinced by Brother Duan's victory in this Lun!"

"Since you have no objection, I will announce that Duan Mingyu will get the first place in this round of competition!" The examiner announced loudly.

Duan Mingyu was confused and unaware of how difficult it was to write poetry. He only felt extremely happy and said whatever he wanted. When he won the first place in this group, he was still more sober and still felt very happy. According to the rules, those who won the first place in each group's competition can enter the next round. The rest of the people lost the qualification to enter the main ship. Although it was a bit regretful, there were also certain lyrics and cards on the flower boat, and they could also make friends with poetry, which became a real Wenchang event.

You guys don’t have to think about the promotion. There are also fine wine and delicious food here. Everyone is open to their minds and beautiful poems are endless. The deacon pulled the five groups of victorious people aside and respectfully clasped their fists and said: “Congratulations to you guys, for your victory today, you can enter Miss Cheng’s flower boat and tell Miss Cheng some poems and songs. If you get Miss Luo’s eyes, you can hold the beauty and return home, and you are just around the corner.”

Duan Mingyu was already 600% drunk and said with a smile: "You can make a fortune by doing some poetry? This is very interesting." The other talents looked at him with disdain and looked at him angrily, but when he saw that he was slightly drunk, he was unwilling to compete with him. The deacon said: "The five talents in the other ship have all advanced smoothly. In addition to Mr. Duan on our ship, there is also Mr. Duan on Zhou Sanyong, the couplet king of the seven northern provinces. The other most famous is Cao Song, a talented man in the capital. Although the people in our ship are not as famous as theirs, I see that you are all extraordinary in your talent and learning. You may not be able to beat them. Someone will come to pick you up the flower boat in the middle later. I wish you good luck."

Duan Mingyu was drunk and too lazy to care who the others were. He only knew that Cao Song seemed to be quite famous in history. Duan Mingyu's poem "One general succeeded and ten thousand bones were thirsty" was written by him after Huang Chao's defeat and lamented that life was in trouble.

In this case, if you reach the top ten, it will be a big victory. Wu Chaoren, who was drunk on the ground, walked over and grabbed his hand and said, "Brother Mingyu, Brother Yu is incompetent and cannot continue to accompany you. You must marry Miss Junyu home. Give us more ambitions for those of us who are powerless and powerless."

This Wu Chaoren is very upright. Duan Mingyu's heart moved. It would be better to recommend him to Xu Wei. It is also an opportunity for the two to meet each other. He laughed and patted Yan Sheng back on his shoulder and said, "Brother Wu, wait for my good news."

While talking, the flower boats that everyone was riding were approaching Luo Ning's pleasure boat. The boats were gongs and drums and drums. Firecrackers shook the sky. They set up a bridge between the two boats and carpets to invite the shortlisted talent to enter the pleasure boat. Most of the talented people were honest scholars. When they saw this scene, they were envious and cheered up, giving encouragement to the talents they knew.
Chapter completed!