I Got Stronger By Using Copper Coins Until I Am Invincible

Although there were no princes to cheer for him, the "rustling" sound of everyone's writing made Lin Anruo unable to utter a word of rebuttal.

Standing there with a pale face, in Lin Anruo's mind, he began to uncontrollably rehearse all kinds of tragic endings after falling into Yin Zhiping's hands.

A tear was about to fall when Lin Anruo suddenly saw Gong Ziliang throw away the Langhao pen in his hand, get up and leave the seat.

As soon as he moved, everyone who was still immersed in writing quickly stopped writing and looked over blankly.

Before they figured out what happened, Yin Zhiping burst into laughter: "Hahaha, today my spirit is flowing like a spring, and I have written such a good article. Please everyone appreciate it!"

"I found the broken sword head, but I don't know why.

Holding the green snake tail in one hand, and a few inches of Bifeng's head.

It is suspected to kill the whale salamander, otherwise it will stab the jiaoqiu.

Lost in the soil, abandoned and no one accepts it.

I have a disdainful nature, so hard but not soft.

Don't bend the sword lightly, it's better than a straight hook..."

Holding the rice paper in one hand, Yin Zhiping recited aloud the poems written by the Great Confucianism of the Dynasty, and with the other hand drew out the sword at his waist, and danced the sword for peace.

Among the swords and shadows, there is a taste of a sword fairy.

After finishing the poem, the sword returned to its sheath. After a brief silence, the people who reacted immediately exploded the atmosphere.

"The poems and prose are magnificent, ambitious, brilliant and flying, and the spirit is beyond generations!"

"I really can't think of any sword-chanting poems that can be compared with this work."

"On par? Hmph, once this poem comes out, all the sword poems in the world will be burned."

Those who can climb to the third floor of the attic are all born in a distinguished family. They have been exposed to the scriptures since childhood, and naturally know the amazingness of Yin Zhiping's poems.

The last person's evaluation may be somewhat biased and exaggerated, but in sword poetry, it is not an exaggeration to call the word "absolute".

Even Lin Anruo was shocked by this poem at this moment, and stood there in a daze, his previous attitude towards Yin Zhiping began to waver.

"Not bad."

Gong Ziliang also nodded in praise. Compared with Yin Zhiping's previous doggerel, this poem is of a higher level.

At least with the little ink in his stomach, it is impossible to write.

But his voice, after falling into the ears of others, caused them to look sideways and angrily rebuked:

"Dog thing, this peerless sword poem written by Yin Shizi is enough to be sealed as a masterpiece of the country, and it will be handed down for hundreds of generations. How can you evaluate it at will?"

After the man finished speaking, the rest of the people nodded in agreement, and judging from their indignant expressions, it was completely out of their hearts.

In their view, after today, Yin Zhiping's poem will definitely become famous, and as witnesses, they feel deeply and honored for this.

And the evaluation given by Gong Ziliang undoubtedly blasphemed the poem!

"Young Master Liang's level is limited, so it's harmless to say something embarrassing."

Yin Zhiping waved his hand, showing his tolerance.

Immediately, his gaze seemed to be unintentional, and he fell on the rice paper on Gong Ziliang's desk, vaguely seeing words such as "sword", "rainbow", and "beauty", but he didn't take it to heart.

The corner of his mouth curled up, Yin Zhiping said with a flat smile: "Oh, it turns out that Mr. Liang has also finished a poem, picking lotus, so why don't you hurry up and read it for you to listen to?"

The lotus that Yin Zhiping said was Lin Anruo's maid.

At this moment, Yin Zhiping is ordering him, but it is as if he is ordering his own slave.

After Cailian heard Yin Zhiping's words, she didn't even look at Lin Anruo, and walked straight to the wine table where the young master's poems were placed.

Looking at the scene in front of them, the princes in the field all showed playful smiles, as if they had expected it.

Lin Anruo's body was unsteady, and the half of his face exposed outside the tulle was pale.

"There's something about Yin. It's fine if he buys off his competitors. Even the referee is his."

Gong Ziliang shook his head, seeing the situation on the scene clearly, and immediately glanced at Lin Anruo who was on the verge of falling, temporarily extinguishing his thoughts of leaving.

It's not that he is sympathetic to the beauty, it's just that if Lin Anruo falls into Yin Zhiping's hands, he will definitely not get the token.

He stopped still and let Cailian pick up the rice paper. Yin Zhiping couldn't help staring at this gesture.

"This boy, can he compose poems and essays that surpass my great Confucianism?"

As soon as this thought came into his mind, Yin Zhiping immediately suppressed it.

One is to play on the spot, and the other is to be prepared. In Yin Zhiping's opinion, even if Gong Ziliang has some poetic talent, it is absolutely impossible to write a poem that surpasses his.

Furthermore, even if Gong Ziliang is a true poet, so what?

Good or bad, he said it!

While Yin Zhiping was thinking, Cailian had already started to recite the poem in his hand:

"Heavy thoughts about north, south and east, looking at the sea of ​​talents."

However, after listening to the first couplet, Yin Zhiping couldn't help being suspicious.

This is writing that underappreciated talents have nothing to do with the theme of "sword"!

Turning his head to look at the princes, Yin Zhiping also saw the same confusion on their faces.

But thinking that the level of these two sentences alone is not enough to surpass his own poetry, Yin Zhiping suppressed his doubts and continued to listen.

Without noticing it, Lin Anruo's eyes once again burst into a blazing light.

As the daughter of the daughter of the Lin family, her talent is not inferior to that of a man!

Looking at the talent in the sky, isn't it about her?

In order to protect the family, when she left and drifted away, she still did not let go of her concern for the family.

Wasn't she the one who traveled from northeast to southwest with heavy thoughts?

In terms of talent, these two sentences are not outstanding, but because of her own experience, Lin Anruo felt very empathetic at this time, and began to look forward to the following poems.

"When you are strong, you bury your head in history, but when you are young, you regret to fall into the virtuous style."

"Besides making great achievements and worshiping generals to become immortals, I will be full of heart-stirring energy."

However, Lin Anruo was a little disappointed when the jaw couplet and neck couplet came out.

These two sentences continue the lamentation of the unrecognized talents in the first couplet, but the ambition expressed is just to leave some soul-stirring words.

Let Lin Anruo evaluate it, it can be said that there is nothing worthy of praise.

Compared with Yin Zhiping, not to mention the sword poems written later, even the poems in the first scene have a certain gap.

Yin Zhiping and several of the princes also understood the meaning of the poem at this time, and when they looked at each other, there was a bit of sarcasm on their faces.

"Master Lin, it seems that this good young master is nothing more than that, and he is not even a little bit worse than Brother Yin Shizi."

A prince was overjoyed, and after the words fell, several other people immediately praised him.

The corner of Yin Zhiping's mouth was smiling, he was sure of winning, and before Cai Lian finished reading the poem, he had already started to accept congratulations from everyone.

After some polite greetings.

Yin Zhiping glanced at Lin Anruo who was ashen-faced, and immediately looked down at Gong Ziliang.