Only one day later, Xia Xiaodong received an invitation to go to Wen Dou.
The people who came to invite the battle were of various colors, and at first glance they were from Beixia.
Xia Xiaodong agreed.
Always check out the situation.
It's impossible to get into the top twenty if you hold the three bamboo sticks tightly in your hand.
Wen Dou is really civilized.
There was only one table in the room, behind the table was a middle-aged grandma, and six rectangular wooden boxes were placed on the table.
The wooden boxes are all the same size, made of huanghuali, and look to be quite old.
"Hello, Grandma Chen."
Wucai was quite polite to the grandma behind the table.
It was obviously not the first time she came back.
"Hello, Miss Tang."
Grandma Chen replied in a neither humble nor overbearing tone, then turned to Xia Xiaodong: "This girl is new here, right?"
"Hello, Grandma Chen, my surname is Xia."
Xia Xiaodong was also very polite.
Somehow, this Grandma Chen reminded Xia Xiaodong of Mi Shangyi.
She always had a feeling that she was being taught in the palace.
She was probably not an ordinary female official.
"Hello, Miss Xia."
Grandma Chen said calmly, "Since I'm new here, let me tell you the rules first."
Grandma Chen opened a box at hand as she spoke.
The rules are not complicated, there are only two kinds.
Inside the rectangular box is a sealed letter with a title.
One is to choose one question each.
Since the questions are different, the order does not matter.
If one person can answer and the other cannot, then the person with the best answer wins.
If both people can answer, it will be a tie.
Another option is to choose only one question.
Because the questions were the same, the answers were given in writing, and both of them wrote them down and then judged them.
As for whether the answer is right or wrong, it is up to Grandma Chen to decide who answers better.
"Which one do you want to choose?"
As an invitee, Xia Xiaodong asked Miss Tang to make a choice.
Miss Tang had already thought about it and sneered: "Let's just choose the same question."
Xia Xiaodong shrugged.
Aren't they all the same?
The sorting questions are selected by the individuals themselves, and the same question is selected by Chen Aimai.
Grandma Chen stretched out her right hand and gently touched it on the box she just opened.
The hand looked a bit bulky, but it was well maintained and quickly stopped in one place.
The title is very simple: write a poem with the bright moon as the theme.
Composing poems is a bit demanding for girls, but a popular topic like Mingyue greatly reduces the difficulty.
Xia Xiaodong raised his head and almost smiled up at the sky.
Although I can’t compose poems, I can still recite them under the bright moonlight in front of my bed.
The Tang girl also raised her head, as if looking at the non-existent bright moon.
After a while, she realized that her posture was exactly the same as Xia Xiaodong's.
She immediately lowered her head angrily, meditated for a while, and wrote a few sentences.
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Come.
Xia Xiaodong naturally did his part and wrote down four sentences of Jingye Thoughts without missing a word.
After handing in the paper, Grandma Chen's eyes suddenly changed and she narrowed her eyes slightly at Xia Xiaodong, as if she was re-evaluating Xia Xiaodong's level.
Poetry is not just good with gorgeous words and a few allusions.
The real master is the one who can use the most common vernacular to express the artistic conception.
Miss Tang's poems are actually pretty good, but they are not good enough when compared to the works of other poets.
"You, you, that first sentence uses the bright moonlight in front of the bed, uh, and the third sentence also says, raise your head and look at the bright moon," Miss Tang picked up the bones: "There is the word "moon" in both sentences, so it's Words are poor" Instead of using the word "month", should we use "August 15th" instead?
Xia Xiaodong ignored her and just looked at Grandma Chen with a smile.
As for the opponent, no matter how you like it, the most important thing is the referee.
Grandma Chen's face straightened, and she handed the two bamboo sticks she had previously collected into Xia Xiaodong's hands.
This means that Xia Xiaodong is judged to be the winner.
Miss Tang grumbled in her throat, not daring to get angry at Grandma Chen.
She just stared at the bamboo stick in Xia Xiaodong's hand bitterly, wishing she could reach out and snatch it back.
In fact, her previous win-loss record was pretty good, and she always looked like she had four or five bamboo sticks in her hand.
If she loses this one again, she will only have three sticks left, which is the basic value.
Although he knew that he was being used as cannon fodder for testing purposes, he still felt quite unwilling to give up on such a simple question.
"I, let's go to the side."
Miss Tang said cruelly, pulling out another bamboo stick from her sleeve.
There must be a push-hand place next to it.
Let alone playing little tricks like pushing hands, even if there is a full martial arts show, I guess it will be no problem for you guys to come up with all the colors.
Xia Xiaodong agreed without hesitation.
But the push-hands place is busy now.
Just like here, the furnishings in the room are extremely simple, with only one table and a grandma behind the table.
The difference is that there is nothing on the table here.
Instead, a three-foot square box is drawn with white lines on the open space in front of the table.
In the center of the box, there are two short parallel white lines.
"If you're pushing hands, everyone should stand behind the white line."
Miss Tang pointed to the ground before entering and explained to Xia Xiaodong.
Xia Xiaodong understood without her having to say anything.
Now behind the white line, there is only one person standing on each side.
The pheasant feathers on one of the people's heads were swaying back and forth.
She was clearly the Qingyu girl from the Qingning tribe.
The other one was very unfamiliar.
She was quite short.
I don't know if she was four feet tall.
She was actually shorter than Qingyu.
Almost a head.
The short girl seemed to have practiced a few times.
She squatted with her feet spread apart to make the horse stance look ugly.
The important thing was to win, so that her foot would become more stable.
It seems that these two have been pushing for several rounds, and the girls behind them all showed a little anxious look.
"For the last time," the grandma behind the table declared calmly, "if we can't decide the winner, it will be a draw."
Qingyu bit her lip and squatted down further, otherwise her center of gravity would be too high and she would really suffer.
She wasn't afraid of losing.
She had a lot of bamboo sticks anyway, but losing to such a short man was unpleasant.
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The four hands faced each other.
At first, everyone was testing each other and did not dare to really exert their strength.
Once they did, they would see the result.
If you use up your strength, you will be dodged forward; if you use less strength, you may be pushed back by the opponent's backhand.
The short girl's eyes suddenly flashed, her hands were drawn back to use her strength, and she was about to push her forward.
Qingyu has seen this move before, so how could he be fooled into thinking that he was just responding with both hands and not really resisting.
When the opponent's strength is exhausted and the old strength has been used up, and the new strength has not yet been regenerated, he will push it out with all his strength.
Unexpectedly, the short girl was completely imaginary.
She took the opportunity to withdraw her hands, causing Qingyu to stagger.
She waved her hands by her side, as if she was jumping on a non-existent rope.
Fortunately, Qingyu swayed for a long time and finally stabilized his steps without moving.
The short girl sighed and that was a draw.
The grandma behind the table smiled, returned the bamboo sticks to the two of them respectively, and stretched out her hands to Xia Xiaodong and Miss Tang behind them: "Your bamboo sticks
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