The lights on the stage dimmed a little.
Everyone below the stage also sat down.
They were not going to sleep tonight.
He watched a Jianghu movie and listened to four Jianghu songs.
Now, they had to see how Lu Ze would deal with the martial world invitation!
It was impossible to fall asleep under the intense stimulation!
Their expressions were full of excitement, but they also had many doubts in their hearts.
Who was the person who posted this invitation?
What were the types of the four questions?
According to Lu Ze's profession, he was most likely writing songs and singing.
However, the problem was that the four songs just now…
In their opinion, it was enough to exhaust a singer's mental and physical strength.
If he were to write again, would he really be able to write a song of the same quality and standard?
It should be very difficult!
Rustling discussions could be heard from all over the audience.
On the dimly lit stage.
A figure slowly walked to Lu Ze's side with a disk in both hands.
After placing a scroll on the table, he turned and left.
The voice behind the scenes rang out again at this moment.
"The first question!"
"Look at the paintings and write poems!"
"Requirement, the time limit cannot exceed twenty minutes! It must include all the scenes in the painting!"
"It has to be original!"
Crack!
The moment he finished speaking, everyone in the seats exclaimed!
Did he hear wrongly?
Writing poems?
What was the person who posted the post up to?
Lu Ze was a singer!
Isn't it difficult for a singer to write a poem?
Lu Ze was the same. He had just made a name for himself in the music industry through training and became a god in two battles!
He was indeed a little too confident in his own strength.
Blindly accepting any Jianghu invitation.
In the end, it was a completely unfamiliar area.
Great, this time, he would definitely be hung on the stage and fall off the altar!
To be honest, they could already imagine the awkward scene where Lu Ze would hesitate to write.
The discussions grew louder and louder.
In the end, it was still the voice behind the scenes that broke it.
"Next, I will announce the prize for the first question!”
Lottery?
Hearing these two words, everyone's hearts trembled.
Does that mean that other than the final reward, there is a prize for every question?
Putting everything else aside, this kind of format did indeed have the taste of the ancient martial arts world!
But the problem was…
Even if you gave a hundred million as a wager, it would be useless!
What was the difference between asking a singer to write poems and asking Zhang Fei to embroider?
Lu Ze could quickly write three songs in an hour.
But even if you gave him three hours, he might not be able to write a neat poem!
Lottery?
He could only look at it but not get it.
This thing can be called a prize?
This is called flatbread!
The voices of those who were protesting for Lu Ze were noisy and chaotic.
The screen behind Lu Ze also lit up.
It was a scroll!
It looked like a projection of the painting on Lu Ze's table.
"The title of this question is this painting, and the painting…is also the prize for this question!”
"If contestant Lu Ze can complete the questions within the stipulated time.”
"This painting created by the poster will be given to contestant Lu Ze for free!”
Ha…I thought it was some kind of prize!
It was just a painting, and it wasn't even a famous or ancient painting.
A painting that he drew could also be called a prize?？
The audience was in an uproar.
Chen Qi, who had vaguely heard these voices from behind the scenes, also smiled helplessly.
There is no fault in ignorance.
They did not know who the so-called " poster " was, so naturally, they could not evaluate the value of this painting!
But to Chen Qi and the others,
If he was lucky enough to obtain this painting.
What famous and ancient paintings?
He wouldn't even change a cart!
To them, anything that could be measured with money was trash!
And this painting was in their hearts.
It was truly priceless!
This kid, where did his luck come from…
How enviable!
Chen Qi sighed.
The scroll on the stage screen had already been completely unfolded.
Everyone raised their eyes and cast their gazes toward the painting that had the characteristics of the Nine Provinces.
A majestic aura entered his eyes!
In the vast artistic conception of landscape splashing ink, it indeed included the "Jianghu Hundred Tastes" that people longed for!
The theme of the picture was a steep and jagged mountain.
On the winding mountain road that was outlined in detail, there were four sets of independent pictures distributed from bottom to top.
At the foot of the mountain, there was an extremely valiant young man dressed in exotic clothes.
The snow was heavy, and the white horse beside him was galloping.
His posture was high-spirited, and his clothes were fluttering in the wind.
He fearlessly charged towards the crowd of black dots!
The saber light in his hand was continuous, and the saber intent was terrifying!
Looking up, he saw the second set of images.
The youth had grown into a youth.
Holding a heavy sword in his hand, he was full of chivalrous aura!
His entire body was filled with killing intent.
In the picture, it was raining heavily.
Blood dripped from the tip of the sword in his hand as he borrowed a piece from the four wild wolves.
Behind him was a dilapidated martial arts sect.
Corpses lay everywhere, and birds flew away in panic.
His expression was bloodthirsty and determined.
His temperament was domineering and fierce!
Further up was the third set of images.
The atmosphere suddenly became bleak.
The night was cold and the lights were dim.
The young man was already middle-aged, and there were a few wrinkles on his face.
He wore a long robe and a bamboo hat. He sat on a mountain rock and looked south.
The wine gourd swayed in the wind, and the expression on his face was deep and lonely.
Finally, it was the fourth scene.
It was a quiet and rainy monastery.
The ink was dark and cold.
The figure in the picture had his eyes closed and his hair was white.
The sword case was placed at his feet, and his clothes had changed into cotton clothes.
His figure was lonely, as if he had become one with heaven and earth.
The four images were like a staircase on a mountain, laid out like this.
The silent crowd sighed in their hearts.
The painting was not bad.
However, using them to write poems was simply a fantasy.
One had to know that the other party's request was to include all the elements.
Just this alone, in the current Nine Provinces literary world, no one could do it!
Unless, the scholar who had been in seclusion for many years and wrote The Story of Yueyang Tower came.
However, even he would probably have to spend a long time.
Twenty minutes?
This was a complete joke!
No one had any expectations for Lu Ze's creation.
It was the same for the old man's subordinates.
After withdrawing his gaze from the hall, he spoke softly and respectfully.
"Leader, in order to compose this poem, you spent a full five to six years.”
"Everyone in the Nine Provinces has tried it.”
"But none of them are to your satisfaction!”
"This young man, today…"
The old man smiled and waved his hand.
"If those four poems were really written by him, then I believe he can!”
"My requirements are actually not high. In this painting, I have many meanings.”
"He can write a kind of words…"
"I'm satisfied!"
The scene on the stage began to change as the old man spoke calmly.
Following the sound of the countdown.
Everyone saw Lu Ze casually take a brush from the pen rack.
After being dipped in thick ink.
He began to brush!
Hmm?
Eh?
So fast?
The rapid writing made everyone who saw this scene fall into confusion and confusion.
He started writing it already?
From the moment the scroll was unrolled to the moment the brush flew down.
The interval between the two was at most two minutes!
He figured out how to write it in two minutes?
Or perhaps, he didn't know how to write it at all and was prepared to destroy it?
Layers of doubts quickly spread in his heart.
They were dumbfounded and had yet to break free from their shock.
Lu Ze picked up the brush and casually placed it on the inkstone.
He turned around…
He looked backstage.
He smiled.
"The first question is answered."
……
The endless silence drowned them like a tide.
Chen Qi, who was staggering, called the staff to take the paper Lu Ze had written.
After a cursory glance, he ran out of the side door without stopping.
His heart was filled with anxiety.
Writing a poem in ten minutes, how good was the quality?
One had to know that the person who invited the poem not only had a high status.
His attainments in poetry and prose were not something that ordinary people could compare to!
Fooling him?
That was really "both hands between thighs-done for"!
The night wind was chilly.
Two minutes later, under the bewildered gaze of the old man in the car.
Chen Qi presented the Xuan paper with both hands.
"So fast?"
The old man frowned and flipped open the top layer of Xuan paper.
Then, he saw a line of words.
"The four scenes of the pugilistic world correspond to the four realms of life!”
"My four poems, please appreciate them!”
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