God of War System

Chapter 147 Changed to Poetry Friends Competition?

"Master of poetics?"

Su Yi's eyes narrowed slightly. Although Lu Zicai was not as talented as himself, he was also a well-known Confucian in Lingxi City, and even he called him a master.

Su Yi couldn't help but glance at the person behind Lu Zicai. When he saw the badge on Ye Tian's chest, he was secretly shocked, "Such a young second-grade alchemist!"

In this world, birds of a feather flock together. Geniuses generally like to gather together. To be able to walk with such a young alchemist, the remaining three must not be easy.

"Among these four people, the oldest one is 25 or [-] years old. How can there be a master of poetics?" Su Yi was quite puzzled. Generally, masters of poetics have been obsessed with poetics for decades, so how could they be so young.

"Brother Lu, who is the master of poetics?" Su Yi felt that the only one who looked like a literati among these strangers was the man in white robe, but he couldn't be sure, so he could only ask curiously.

"Hehe, Mr. Su Yi might as well make a guess?" Lu Zicai said with a smile.

"Brother Lu, don't be foolish, please speak up." Su Yi shook his head with a wry smile, he didn't want to offend anyone by guessing.

"Well, before that, Xiaosheng will introduce a few poet friends to the young master."

Lu Zicai moved a few steps, and began to introduce the lives of Ye Tian and the others one by one, and then said, "Based on Xiaosheng's opinion and evaluation, this brother Ye's talent can definitely be called a master of poetics."

"Brother Lu is serious. I just wrote a few poems when I was free, but I dare not call myself a master." Ye Tian shook his head and said.

"The poems written in idle time are much better than those written by Xiaosheng who have been thinking about them for a long time. Brother Ye, don't be modest, otherwise how will Xiaosheng live?"

After Lu Zicai finished speaking, he recited Ye Tiangang's Wing Chun.

Su Yi's expression gradually became dignified. From this song "Ode to the Willow", he felt a strong vitality. To be able to create this seven-character quatrain must have a rich literary background, but just relying on this poem, this man named Ye Tianren is not yet a poetic master.

Seeing Su Yi's expression, Lu Zicai also guessed something, and explained with a smile, "Mr. Su Yi, brother Ye has also created some excellent poems and essays. After the poetry club starts, I will communicate and discuss with you."

"I see." Su Yi nodded, and said immediately, "Which college did Brother Ye join?"

There are also many Confucianism Cultivation Colleges in the Nine Yuan Empire. However, there are very few warriors who join such colleges. Although it is possible to break through the realm by practicing Confucianism, the speed is very slow, and there will be no great opportunities.

This kind of help is almost the same as sitting cross-legged to meditate. Generally, Confucianists do it out of hobby.

"I haven't joined the academy, but I do have a poetics teacher named Li Bai." After Ye Tianyan finished, he began to recite the poem "Looking at the Lushan Waterfall".

All of them closed their eyes, as if they had entered a mountain and saw a flying waterfall, they immediately felt at ease physically and mentally.

"Ethereal, magnificent, and shocking... To be able to create this poem is definitely a master-level person. May I ask where the revered master lives? I wonder if it is convenient for Xiaosheng to come to learn from him?" Su Yi bowed respectfully, and immediately turned his face Looking forward to it, if he can get the guidance of a master-level Confucianism cultivator, his realm will definitely break through faster.

"I'm sorry, brother Su, my teacher is relatively low-key and doesn't like being disturbed by others. Even if I want to see him, it's hard for me."

"Understood..." Su Yi was inevitably a little disappointed when he heard the words, and said slightly, "By the way, the Poetry Friendship Association is about to start, please enter the mansion courtyard, Xiaosheng wants to welcome other poetry friends, so I won't lead the seats in person, please Everyone Haihan."

"Where." Ye Tian waved his hand, stepped through the door, and under the leadership of Lu Zicai, the four of them came to a courtyard and stopped.

There is no pond in this courtyard, but there is a pavilion in the center, surrounded by dozens of circular tables, each of which can seat five people.

At this moment, there are already more than 100 people sitting in the courtyard, all of whom are Confucianists.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, Ye Tian felt the refreshing fragrance wafting from his nostrils. He looked around and found that there were all kinds of trees around, most of which were peach trees, which made people feel poetic.

"Huh? Lu Zicai seems to be followed by some strangers."

"The youngest person, with the badge of a second-grade alchemist hanging on his chest, should have come here out of curiosity to learn more."

"That's reasonable. Alchemists generally major in spiritual power, so they shouldn't come to exchange poetry and cultivate Confucianism. I just hope he won't make a fuss later and ruin everyone's artistic conception. However, among the four, the man in white robe is like Confucianism cultivator."

The arrival of Ye Tian's group attracted many eyes in the courtyard, and many people began to whisper.

These people are all literati and elegant scholars, with a detached state of mind. When they saw a peerless woman like Mo Yan, they were only surprised and admired for a moment, and did not have any evil intentions.

Afterwards, under the guidance of Lu Zicai, the four of Ye Tian found a free table and sat down.

In the center of the round table in front of you, there is a "nine" character engraved, which should be the sequence number for reciting poems.

Around the text number, there are two completely different vessels.

The blue copper pot is filled with scented tea, while the white jade bottle is filled with fine wine. Even with a cork on the bottle mouth, there is still a strong aroma of wine oozing out.

Five jade cups, each with a square parchment of the same shape pressed underneath.

"Brother Lu, are these parchments used for writing? Or are they used to record inspiration?" Ye Tian asked a little puzzled.

"Hehe, this is a parchment specially used for voting. It seems that this time is not an ordinary exchange meeting, but a qualifying banquet." Lu Zicai smiled slightly.

"Qualifying?"

"Well, the last time Lingxi City held a poetry friend qualifying competition was a year ago, and Xiaosheng was lucky enough to get No.8."

Just when Ye Tian was about to ask about the rules of the competition, Su Yi came to the courtyard, cupped his hands at him, and walked to the center of the pavilion.

"My fellow poets, Xiaosheng has something to say."

Accompanied by Su Yi's voice, all the Confucians stopped communicating, and the audience gradually became quiet.

Seeing this, Su Yi bowed slightly, opened the folding fan in his hand, and then said with a light smile:

"Everyone should have guessed that the poetry club held this time has added a competition system. What is different from the usual is that the participants need to draw out the exam questions to compose impromptu poems. After the poems are recited, everyone can vote. According to The final votes will rank the poems, and in order to encourage everyone to actively participate, the Su family will provide five middle-grade spirit stones as a reward."

"No.1 can get three middle-grade spirit stones, and No.2 and No.3 can get one piece."

Su Yi thought that he would also participate in the poetry competition, and then added, "If Xiaosheng is lucky enough to get No.1, the spirit stone reward will be postponed to No.2 to No.4."

"Ding! Trigger the task and get No.1 in the Poetry Friend Contest. The reward for successful task: 500 exchange points, 300 exchange points will be deducted for failure, and the time limit is three hours."

"It's interesting to change the Poetry Friends Club into a Poetry Friends Competition." Ye Tian confidently thought to himself, as long as there is no shady scene, he can definitely beat the crowd by relying on the ancient poems he recited in school, and there is no need to exchange the system for skill books on poetry and prose.

The reason why he is not afraid of improvisation is because those ancient poems with various backgrounds are all printed in his mind, and he has never forgotten them till now.

(End of this chapter)