God of War System

Chapter 146 White-robed Confucian scholar, Lu Zicai

Seeing the badge on Ye Tian's chest, the Confucian in white robe was taken aback, then nodded and said, "Okay..."

"Thank you." After saying that, Ye Tian and his party, led by the white-robed Confucian, passed through many figures and headed towards the Su family together.

"By the way, next to Ye Tian, ​​I don't know what to call this dear friend?" Ye Tian asked with a polite smile.

"Xiaosheng Lu Zicai." While walking, the white-robed Confucian said politely to the side with his hands raised.

Hearing this, the three of Bai Mingxuan also briefly introduced themselves.

Mo Yan's tone was as indifferent as his appearance, there was no change on his face, and Lu Zicai didn't find it strange either, and smiled at the embarrassment.

"Brother Lu, are there any special rules or precautions at the Poetry Club? After all, the four of us are attending the Poetry Club for the first time, so we don't want to be rude." Ye Tian asked in a questioning tone.

"Each banquet table has five seats. After the poetry club begins, each table needs to recite a recently created poem for everyone to discuss and exchange. Below, it can be perfected.”

Lu Zicai then informed the process of the meeting, and then asked in confusion, "...I wonder who among them can compose poetry?"

Most people don't go to the poetry club for no reason, judging from the clothes of Ye Tian and the others, they don't look like people who eat and drink, obviously some of them are interested in writing poems.

"Hehe, I have written a few crooked poems." Ye Tian smiled.

He has recited three hundred Tang poems and many ancient poems since he was a child. However, after crossing, he doesn't know whether the poems in Tianwu Continent are the same as the ancient poems on Earth. He is afraid that others will not be able to understand these Tang poems and Song poems, so he is a little humble.

"...By the way, Brother Bai, you should have composed poems too, can you recite one for everyone to listen to?"

Ye Tian is going to listen to the poems and essays of this world first, so as to be mentally prepared. If the poems and essays here are completely different from Tang poetry and Song Ci, when he joins the poetry club, he will learn from Leng Feng and Mo Yan. Speak to communicate (pretend).

"Hehe, then I'll make a fool of myself." After Bai Mingxuan smiled lightly, he recited an ancient five-character poem with a mountain forest as the background. A poem of satisfaction.

Just after the recitation, Ye Tian nodded secretly, it seems that he was overthinking, the poems in this world are the same as the ancient poems on earth.

This poem by Bai Mingxuan is very good, it is called Ode to Changshan, although it cannot become a peerless classic poem, but it is like everyone else, showing the realm of a free and easy person traveling in the mountains, after savoring it carefully, the whole body will feel refreshed. It all became easier.

"Good poetry! Brother Bai is a great talent, and I admire him." Lu Zicai put away his previous smile, and bowed his hands seriously, but was secretly shocked in his heart. Bai Mingxuan's talent was definitely above him.

Bai Mingxuan cupped his hands, and then said to Ye Tian who was beside him, "Brother Ye, it's your turn to recite your masterpiece."

"...Okay." Ye Tian took a deep breath, brewed his emotions, and said: "I wrote this crooked poem a year ago. It's called Yongliu. If there are any deficiencies, please give me your advice."

Seeing Lu Zicai and Bai Mingxuan nodding seriously, Ye Tian said slowly:

"The jasper makeup is as tall as a tree, and ten thousand green silk ribbons hang down."

"I don't know who will cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors."

After saying that, the four of Bai Mingxuan actually stopped walking at the same time. Although their eyes were looking ahead, their minds entered another place, and they didn't come back to their senses within ten breaths.

Although Leng Feng and Mo Yan did not have the talent to compose poems, they could translate and understand the meaning of the poems. At this time, they were similar to Bai Mingxuan, which was very shocking.

"The willow tree is actually compared to a beauty who has been dressed up, and this artistic conception seems to make people bathe in the spring breeze, which is particularly comfortable. This poem... is it really written by Brother Ye?"

Lu Zicai thought that although Ye Tian spoke politely, he didn't exude any aura of literati. He really couldn't believe that such a casual person could compose such a profound seven-character verse.

"Hehe, maybe I look mighty on the outside. You don't quite believe that I am talented and careful. In fact, there are eight words that can describe me, that is, I have a tiger in my heart, and I smell roses carefully." Ye Tian touched his nose and smiled. .

"There is a tiger in my heart... Sniff the rose carefully..." Lu Zicai pondered for a while when he heard the words, and immediately regarded himself as a junior, bowing respectfully, with a look of shame on his face: "Just now the late student was called a brother, really disrespectful, Ye The teacher speaks well, and the late students are taught."

"It's just a clumsy composition. You don't need to call me Brother Lu like that. Just call me Brother Ye as before." Ye Tian replied modestly.

"Okay, but what Xiaosheng wants to say is that if Brother Ye's poem is a clumsy one... I'm afraid there will be no more good poems in this world..." Lu Zicai smiled wryly. In comparison, but it can also be ranked in the top ten in Lingxi City.

Hearing the "Ode to the Willow" that Ye Tian had just recited, he realized the truth of "There is a sky beyond the sky, and there are people beyond people".

Lu Zicai thought that Ye Tian's talent could keep pace with Mr. Su Yi's, or even surpass him, with this poem "Ode to the Willow" alone, because this kind of poem with simple words but profound artistic conception is so rare.

Hearing what Ye Tian said just now, he also created other classic poems and essays. Lu Zicai made a little evaluation and felt that his talents belonged to the master of poetics.

"Brother Lu is right. Brother Ye, don't be modest. Anyone who understands poetry can recognize the extraordinary features of this poem. I originally thought that Brother Ye joined the poetry club just to learn more about poetry. But I didn't expect Brother Ye's poetry and prose to be so terrifying..." Bai Mingxuan nodded with a bitter smile on his face.

Leng Feng and Mo Yan at the side were secretly shocked when they heard the words. They knew that apart from practicing since childhood, Bai Mingxuan spent his spare time studying poetry and literature, and it took him more than 20 years to achieve his current talent.

And Ye Tiancai is 16 years old, not only is his cultivation talent extremely domineering, but his literary attainments are equally terrifying.

By comparison, is it still alive?
After a while, Ye Tian and the others, under the guidance of Lu Zicai, saw the Su Mansion plaque ten steps away, and slowed down and moved forward.

At this time, a man about 28 years old was standing at the door of Su Mansion.

Upon closer inspection, this man was dressed in an exquisite white robe and had a handsome face. He held a folding fan in his hand and exuded the spirit of a Confucian scholar in every move he made. His body was spotless, and even the tips of his shoes had no black marks.

This person should be the Young Master Su Yi that Lu Zicai mentioned.

And now Su Yi is warmly greeting the poet friends who have entered the Su residence one after another. Seeing five people approaching the door, the leader is Lu Zicai, and he immediately smiled and said, "Brother Lu is finally here. Brother, have you ever created a masterpiece recently?"

Lu Zicai smiled and replied, "I did create a five-character poem, but what makes Xiaosheng even happier is that I have just been lucky enough to meet several poetry friends and a master of poetry."

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(End of this chapter)