God of War System

Chapter 149 Poetry made by squeezing your head? 【Seek monthly ticket support】

"too fast?"

When Ye Tian heard Leng Feng's words, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he explained, "Brother Leng, you should praise me for being too smart, the word 'quick' is a curse word."

"Ok?"

Leng Feng was puzzled when he heard the words, the word "quick" is obviously a compliment to a person, how could it become a curse word?

At this time, Ye Tian coughed lightly, leaned against Leng Feng's ear slowly, and explained this sentence in detail.

Hearing this, a man's smile appeared on Leng Feng's face, apparently he understood it all at once.

Although Ye Tian's voice was very subtle, Mo Yan, who was still sitting on the side, probably heard it.

"Indecent." Mo Yan spat lightly, and a blush appeared on Mo Yan's cold and pretty face.

Seeing this, Ye Tian also nodded in embarrassment, secretly thinking that he forgot to install a sound barrier for a while.

Within half an hour, Su Yi was the first to open his eyes, and the rest of the Confucian scholars kept their poems in mind and opened their eyes one after another.

Su Yi looked around and saw that everyone was ready, stood up and said with a light smile, "If you are ready, you poets, please start reciting your own poems, starting from Poetry Table No. [-]."

"Young Master Su Yi should read his masterpiece first, I can't wait." In table number one, the Confucian man in blue smiled and waved his hand.

"That's right, every time I come to the Poetry Friends Banquet, I just want to appreciate the master's masterpieces."

At this time, there was also a response in the courtyard. In terms of talent, they only obeyed the Su family in the entire Lingxi city.

Apart from the Patriarch Su Linshen, the most talented Confucian poet in Lingxi City is Su Yi. At the age of 28, he has created many shocking quatrains and famous philosophical quotes.

"Since all the poet friends have kindly invited you, then Xiaosheng will not refuse, and I will recite my work. If there are any deficiencies, I hope you can give me some advice." Su Yi retracted the folding fan in his hand and bowed.

"Young Master Su Yi is too modest. Your poetry talent is well-known far and wide, and I don't have the strength to give advice."

"That's right, Mr. Su Yi, if your poems are clumsy, then I won't dare to recite my own poems anymore."

Many poets and Confucians smiled wryly and said from the bottom of their hearts.

Su Yi nodded slightly when he heard the words. The title he drew was "Rock", and the poem he wrote was called "Singing Rock".

After reading it, everyone deeply felt the tenacity of the rock and its momentum as stable as Mount Tai.

"It seems that in this poetry competition, there is no doubt that Mr. Su Yi is the number one again!"

"That's right, the artistic conception of this poem makes people feel profound. As long as you read it along with it, you will never forget it for life."

After the verses were recited, there were bursts of cheers and cheers in the courtyard, and all the Confucian scholars kept admiring and exchanging with the people around them.

Ye Tian also clapped his hands, Su Yi's poem was really excellent, even he, a layman, felt shocked, secretly thought, he is indeed a young leader in the Confucian world.

Afterwards, starting from Poetry Table No. [-], the poets and Confucians began to recite the poems they had just written.

Most of the poems written by these people are ancient rhythm poems, but Poetry Table No. [-] created a poem, but it is also unremarkable and cannot be compared with Su Yi's "Singing Rock".

"Brother Ye, among the three of us, who will start reciting poems first?" Bai Mingxuan turned his head and asked in doubt.

Just as Ye Tian was about to speak, Lu Zicai interrupted, "Brother Bai, let's come first, otherwise, when Brother Ye's masterpiece is recited, the poets may not want to listen to our poems anymore."

"Hehe, Brother Lu's words are reasonable, let Brother Ye play the finale." Bai Mingxuan nodded and smiled, Lu Zicai's words are not bad, if everyone hears Ye Tian's poems and cannot regain their senses for a long time, they will recite their own poems at this time Poetry, certainly won't leave a deep impression on people, let alone a good ranking.

"Next, I invite the poets at table nine to recite their masterpieces."

Su Yi's voice sounded, and everyone cast their eyes on the poetry table No. [-], wanting to listen to the poems written by the man in white robe next to Lu Zicai.

Seeing Lu Zicai nodding his head, Bai Mingxuan stood up first, facing the crowd with ease.

"Senior poet friends, Bai Mingxuan is not a Confucianist, but an ordinary warrior. However, he has loved poetry since he was a child. My humble work is called "Among the Clouds and Forests". Advice, seniors."

Bai Mingxuan said modestly, and immediately recited an impromptu poem about mountains and forests aloud.

When many people heard the first line of Bai Mingxuan's poem, they immediately entered the state, closed their eyes slightly, and savored it carefully.

After a while, after all the poems were recited, the poets in the courtyard opened their eyes.

"This man in white is really not simple, he can create such a magnificent masterpiece..."

"Yes, although it cannot be compared with Mr. Su Yi's Mingyan, it is more than enough to get a top ten ranking."

Many people looked dignified, exchanging Bai Mingxuan's poems with the poet friends at the same table.

After a few breaths, seeing that many people stopped communicating, Lu Zicai also stood up slowly. After some introduction, he recited the seven-character verse he just created, in exchange for various compliments.

"Brother Ye, it's your turn." After sitting down, Lu Zicai cupped his hands and said, his heart had calmed down, and he was ready to listen carefully to Ye Tian's impromptu poem.

"Huh?... This young alchemist also created poems?"

"It should be a random poem out of interest. Although the alchemist has a supernatural mind and a lofty state of mind, poetry is based on literary talent and acquired hard work. It is impossible to become fat with one bite."

"As an alchemist who doesn't understand anything, he dares to participate in the competition. This kind of courage is probably inferior to many people. Everyone should correct his poems."

"That's right, I have the right to give advice to the younger generation."

Seeing Ye Tian standing up, the Confucianists were in an uproar, but they didn't say any bad words. Most of them took the attitude of pointing out rather than communicating and appreciating.

"My fellow poets, the topic in the next draw is peach blossom. I just squeezed my head and finally thought of a few words. If there is something wrong, please give me your advice." Ye Tian bowed slightly and said quite modestly.

Leng Feng's face turned dark when he heard this, as if a quacking crow floated above his head.

Squeeze your head?Why did not I see…

Bai Mingxuan on the side shook his head, secretly thinking that Ye Tian didn't seem to be modest, but was brewing, ready to pretend to be a big bully.

At this time, Ye Tian moved half a step lightly and said with a smile:

"Peach Blossom Nunnery in Taohuawu, Peach Blossom Fairy under Peach Blossom Nunnery."

"The Peach Blossom Immortal plants peach trees, and picks peach blossoms to sell for wine money."

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"People laugh at me too crazy, I can't see through laughing at others."

"I can't see the tombs of heroes in the five tombs, and there are no flowers and no wine to hoe the fields."

After Ye Tian pronounced the last word, the entire courtyard fell silent. Many people raised their wine glasses to their mouths, but did not take the next step.

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