God of War System

Chapter 150 Late Birth of Hemorrhoids

The artistic conception of Peach Blossom Song has spread throughout the courtyard. After a while, Su Yi, who was sitting in the pavilion, slowly opened his eyes and murmured softly:
"Having fun in bitterness and living a chic life, an idyllic poem can produce such an artistic conception. No wonder Lu Zicai said that this man is a master of poetics, and it is true..."

The previous "Ode to the Willow" was shocking enough. I didn't expect Ye Tian to create such a warning song, and it was improvised. Su Yi only felt emotion in his heart, and he didn't have any envy. Then he was the first to stand up Come on, clap your hands.

"Clap!"

The crisp voice sounded, and the Confucian scholars finally came to their senses. They put down their wine glasses as if in a lifetime, and then puffed up their palms. Instead of nodding and applauding as before, they looked dignified, not knowing what to say.

Just now they were holding the attitude of pointing, but they found that with their own poetic background, if they rashly pointed out, it would definitely be an insult to the poem.

Because this poem is so perfect, the words and artistic conception are impeccable.

This is a poem that can be praised forever, encouraging people to have an optimistic attitude even in the face of boring life.

"Master Ye, what is the title of the pastoral poem just now?" Su Yi bowed slightly and respectfully said.

"Master Ye? I didn't expect that even a poetic genius like Mr. Su Yi would recognize Ye Tian as a master. It seems that my thoughts are indeed right..."

"With the poem just now, this young man named Ye Tian can definitely be called a master of poetics!"

Many people nodded secretly, looking at Ye Tian with respect in their eyes.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the achievement "Master of Poetics". You will be rewarded with an intermediate lottery chance! Do you want the host to draw a lottery now?"

While these people were sighing, the voice of the system sounded in Ye Tian's mind, and he did not choose to draw a lottery immediately.

"Just call me Ye Tian, ​​this poem is called Peach Blossom Nunnery Song." Ye Tian waved his hand, and then said, "Mr. Su Yi, I wonder if I can recite a few more poems for this poetry competition. ?”

If possible, Ye Tian is going to occupy the top three rankings, and then he can get five middle-grade spirit stones.

"Master Ye...Brother Ye, did you improvise many poems?" Su Yi's pupils froze slightly, and he was shocked.

"That's right. I've created a total of three poems this time. If possible, I'll recite them all for everyone to correct."

"...Yes, the voting in this Poetry Friendship Contest is only for poems and essays. If the three poems and essays created by Brother Ye can occupy the top three positions, then you can get five middle-grade spirit stones." Su Yi suppressed Inner shock, explained.

Hearing this, the Confucianists in the courtyard seemed to explode, and they burst out with a shock like boiling water.

"The Song of Peach Blossom Temple just now is a pastoral poem with seven rhythms. There are ten sentences and 140 words in total, and the collocation is extremely mysterious. This poem alone is scary enough. This Master Ye actually improvised three poems at once. Wen, how is this possible!"

"It takes such a terrifying talent to create so many poems in such a short period of time. Xiaosheng can't believe that there are such geniuses in the world!"

"Since this Master Ye Tian said it, I don't need to have any doubts anymore. Whether the three poems are really written or not, you can tell by listening."

Although Ye Tian is a second-grade alchemist, writing poems consumes brain power, not spiritual power.

Every poem has a different artistic conception, even the masters of poetics in the same realm would never be able to compose multiple poems in a row within the time of a cup of tea, but Ye Tian can do it, it's a bit shocking.

Nodding his head, Ye Tian stood up again, and recited "Rafting a Boat to View Peach Blossoms" by Lu You, a poet of the Southern Song Dynasty.

After listening to this poem, everyone was shocked. Although this poem is not as good as the Peach Blossom Temple song just now, it is extremely wonderful.

After a few breaths, everyone gradually came back to their senses. Ye Tian smiled, and immediately recited Bai Juyi's "Peach Blossom in Dalin Temple".

"It seems that Brother Ye is not a master, but a true master of poetry..."

After Bai Mingxuan finished speaking, he looked at Lu Zicai with bitterness on his face, secretly thinking that with Ye Tian's talent in poetry, even the deans of some Confucian academy can call themselves juniors, let alone them...

At this moment, although all the Confucians admire Ye Tian's poetry and prose talent, but in such a short period of time, they have written three poems and prose in succession. If the last two are mediocre, they can still accept them, but each poem is worth it. Brilliant, it's not like a human can do it.

These people secretly guessed that Ye Tian probably didn't improvise, but recited the poems and essays he created in the past. After all, they have written poems and essays about peach blossoms and peach trees.

"The late students have doubts!"

At this time, a Confucian in green robe slowly stood up.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they saw this, and thought to themselves, finally someone dared to question it.

"Do you have doubts, or hemorrhoids?" Ye Tian blurted out and joked.

"Quality window?" The green-robed Confucianist asked doubtfully, obviously not knowing what the word meant.

In the Tianwu Continent, even children with a strong physique are very strong and have never had colds or hemorrhoids, so there have been no such symptoms.

"Uh...it's okay, this is my native dialect, which means 'please speak'." Ye Tian said with a smile.

"Well, I will be born that night." The green-robed Confucian saluted politely, as if he was facing an elder, very respectful.

"Okay, you have hemorrhoids." Ye Tian suppressed a smile to himself.

"Wan Sheng ventured to guess that the poems Master Ye Tian recited just now should contain poems created in the past, not all impromptu works."

The Confucian in green robe said, feeling a little suspicious in his heart, he did not participate in the poetry competition, so when the Confucians were composing poems, did he glance around and inadvertently see Ye Tian's boring atmosphere at that time.

If after a long time of thinking, he created three poems and quatrains, the green-robed Confucian could still understand them, but before Ye Tian tasted wine and picked his nose, it didn't look like he was writing, but like waiting boringly, he would never dare Believe it.

It's not like these three poems were created by Ye Tian in an instant, right?

Hearing this, Ye Tian was not angry, but smiled lightly, "What does this man mean, you cheated?"

"I don't dare to make a statement. This is just Wansheng's speculation. If there is any offense, please forgive me." The green-robed Confucian bowed respectfully again. He admired Ye Tian's talent in poetics, but literature itself needs criticism and suspicion. In order to communicate better.

"Since my dear friend doesn't believe me, let's come up with a question. I will try my best...to make a poem in one step." Ye Tian stood up slowly and said with a smile. The three hundred Tang poems and Song poems in his mind have long been unbearable.

(End of this chapter)