God of War System

Chapter 148 You Shouldn't Give Up
When all the Confucian scholars in the courtyard heard Su Yi's words, they all nodded secretly in their hearts.

They have also participated in the poetry competition before, but at that time, they all provided their own recently created poems.

But this time, it is to improvise with the test questions and create on the spot, which will test everyone's poetry writing ability. This is the real poetry competition.

Ye Tian turned his head and asked Lu Zicai, "Brother Lu, is the Su family's foundation strong?"

Being able to take out five middle-grade spirit stones as a reward is obviously not something that the small family can match.

After he walked into the courtyard, he found that most of the family's guards were one-star martial artists. Although they were powerful, they were not weaker than the families in Qingfeng City.

"Well, the overall strength of the Su family is in the surrounding cities, so it is not considered tyrannical, but the popularity and relationship network of the Su family are very terrifying. Almost all the Confucianism practitioners in the vicinity are acquainted with it. It is said that the royal family of the Nine Yuan Empire, every month People will send spirit stones and treasures in order to develop poetic culture, after all, it is not only the strong who can write history, but also Confucians like us." Lu Zicai said quite proudly.

"It turns out that it has something to do with the royal family, so it's no wonder they can come up with so many spirit stones." Ye Tian nodded slightly.

If an ordinary small family had so many spirit stones, they would have been exterminated by strong men and seize the treasure. However, the Su family has the support of the royal family. Anyone who dares to provoke them is seeking death.

"Friends of poets, there is one rule that is the same as usual, that is, there is no limit to the type of creation, both verses and poems are acceptable."

After saying that, Su Yi winked at the distance.

Immediately, a servant dressed as a servant, holding a wooden box in his arms, walked along the table number.

Looking closely, this wooden box is similar to the wooden box that Ye Tian participated in the first-grade alchemist to take the test questions. There is a round hole the size of a fist on the top, and you can put your hand in it.

At the moment, only two people at table one chose to draw numbers. The remaining three people were not confident in their improvisation ability, and were afraid that they would not be able to write poems if they won the exam questions. In order to avoid embarrassment, they did not choose to participate.

The two Confucian scholars spread out the parchment and sighed slightly when they saw the examination questions on it. It seemed that they were not good at the poetry questions that were drawn.

"Brother Bai, do you want to participate?" Ye Tian turned his head and asked in doubt.

"To tell you the truth, Brother Ye, I still have the ability to improvise, but I'm good at landscape poetry. If I get drawn in other genres, I'm afraid the poems I write will not be too exciting." Bai Mingxuan smiled wryly.

Lu Zicai, who was on the side, nodded slightly and said, "Brother Bai is right, today's qualifying competition requires not only extraordinary talent and brains, but also luck, because every Confucian poet has his own creative background that he is good at. "

Hearing this, Ye Tian gave a compliment, only poets at the level of masters or even grand masters can directly create stunning masterpieces regardless of their background.

After a while, the servant came to table No. [-] where Ye Tian was sitting with a smile on his face.

Lu Zicai, who was nearest, took the lead in reaching into the round hole of the wooden box, and after a moment took out a rolled piece of parchment.

"It seems that Xiaosheng is very lucky." Spreading out the parchment, Lu Zicai said with a smile. The topic he drew was "Autumn", which was the seasonal poem he was good at.

Although it is just a simple word, it contains too much, such as autumn rain, autumn night, autumn scenery, etc., which are not only common but also diverse.

At this time, Bai Mingxuan also reached into the question box, and after a while of groping, he took out a piece of parchment.

"My luck is not bad." Looking at the test questions in his hand, Bai Mingxuan also laughed. The impromptu test question he picked was "Landscape".

"It's up to me next." There was no worry or excitement on Ye Tian's face, he stretched his hand in, and grabbed the test questions out in just a moment.

"What did Brother Bai draw?"

Both Bai Mingxuan and Lu Zicai got up and came to Ye Tian's back. Seeing the contents of the parchment, they were slightly startled and said, "Peach blossom?"

"Oh, brother Ye's luck is really bad." Bai Mingxuan sat down and shook his head.

"Oh? Brother Bai, why did you say that? I think this test question is relatively simple." In Ye Tian's memory, there are many poems and poems describing peach blossoms, and many of them are shocking.

"Brother Ye doesn't know that the impromptu test question of peach blossoms is indeed relatively simple. However, there are many poems and essays on this subject, but no one can write wonderful quatrains, because most people have different understandings of peach blossoms and peach trees. Some people think peach blossoms are more elegant, while others think peach blossoms are more ordinary.

Therefore, it is too difficult to write a peach poem that is praised by everyone..." Bai Mingxuan explained, and immediately did not dare to waste time, slowly closing his eyes, constantly stimulating and searching for the source of creation in his mind.

The corners of Ye Tian's mouth curled up slightly when he heard this, and he was not at all worried about what Bai Mingxuan said. The topic was peach blossoms. He didn't necessarily want to slander or praise peach blossoms. He had already thought of many more suitable poems in his mind.

It took about a cup of tea for everyone to draw a topic. Many people shook their heads and sighed slightly, but they didn't have the time to communicate with the poetry friends at the side. Instead, like Bai Mingxuan, they began to think carefully.

In the entire courtyard, Ye Tian was the only one participating in the poetry competition with his eyes open, sipping the fine wine in his glass, looking bored.

Not far away, Su Yi frowned slightly when he saw this, and thought to himself, "Could it be that the master of poetics that Lu Zicai talked about is not good at the selected topics?"

Without thinking any more, Su Yi began to close his eyes after sitting down, shaking his head slightly, and murmuring words in his mouth, as if he was constantly deducing and improving the poems.

"Brother Ye Tian, ​​you won't abstain, right?" Leng Feng asked in a low voice puzzled when he saw the appearance of the Confucian contestants, and then turned to look at Ye Tian next to him.

"Hehe, in fact, the moment I saw the title, I finished all the poems and essays." Ye Tiandan said with a smile.

"all!"

Hearing this, Leng Feng couldn't lower his voice, and found that the Confucians around him who closed their eyes and thought were displeased, and hurriedly apologized with a smile and said sorry, "Brother Ye Tian, ​​did you compose so many poems all at once? And it was impromptu." Created?"

"That's right." Ye Tian nodded slightly. Anyway, people in this world don't know this kind of poets. He only needs to copy the poems of Tang Yin and others, and he doesn't worry about being seen through.

Mo Yan on the side also raised her eyebrows and said nothing, but secretly thought in her heart that Ye Tian was too horrible to compose several poems in such a short time.

This amazing talent and talent, I'm afraid there are not many people who can compare with it!

Leng Feng believed that Ye Tian never boasted, and when he came back to his senses, he sighed, "Brother Ye Tian is too fast, no wonder he is so leisurely..."

Ye Tian was clearly right in front of him, answering every question without any cover-up. Even so, no one could figure it out.

Leng Feng thought to himself, how could such an unpredictable person not make people admire him? Then when he looked at Ye Tian, ​​there were stars in his eyes.

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