God of War System

Chapter 151 Poetry in one step 【Ask for a monthly ticket】

"One step into poetry!"

Everyone in the courtyard gasped when they heard the words. How much confidence and talent do you have to dare to speak so wildly!

Su Yi seemed to hear the sound of his own heart beating. With his talent and learning, it would not be difficult to write a poem in seven steps, but one step... I'm afraid he couldn't even come up with the title of the poem.

Composing poetry on foot seems simple, but the requirements are very strict, because there is only a maximum of five breaths for each step, otherwise it will be considered a failure.

That is to say, Ye Tian needs to compose a poem in five breaths, and he has to follow the background of the poem designed by others.

"Brother Ye, are you kidding me?" Bai Mingxuan swallowed, and said slowly, he had never heard of poetry in one step, and secretly guessed that only those poetic ancestors could do it.

"Do you think I'm someone who often jokes?" Ye Tian turned his head and smiled.

"Like." Bai Mingxuan and Leng Feng said in unison, nodding.

Coughing lightly, to resolve the embarrassment, Ye Tian turned his head and said, "This man can ask questions."

Hearing this, the green-robed Confucian nodded and said, "Okay, since Master Ye Tian is so confident, he will come up with a question later. I hope that there will be water, trees, flowers, and creatures in the poems and essays that the master will create next."

When Bai Mingxuan heard the Confucian's request, he immediately shook his head, his face was very complicated, "Oh..."

Obviously, he did not expect that this green-robed Confucian would ask such a tricky question.

"Brother Mingxuan, why are you sighing?" Leng Feng asked in confusion. He saw Ye Tian's three poems in an instant just now, and he really couldn't understand why Bai Mingxuan, who was beside him, was so unconfident towards Ye Tian.

"Brother Leng doesn't know that poems with a single background are the easiest to create, but when so many scenes are stipulated at one time, it is at least tens of times, or even a hundred times more difficult to integrate them together. It seems that Brother Ye will be rejected this time." It's a slap in the face." Bai Mingxuan was a little bit dumbfounded.

"So that's how it is." Leng Feng probably understood, and suddenly an interesting idea appeared in his mind. All along, Ye Tian has been doing things steadily and mysteriously. If he could see his embarrassing scene, it would not be a fun thing.

At this time, Ye Tian, ​​who was standing beside him, nodded slightly and said, "Not bad topic."

Immediately, my mind began to run rapidly.

After about three breaths, Ye Tian had a flash of inspiration, took a step forward and recited:

"The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves the softness of the sun."

"Little lotus has just shown its sharp horns, and dragonflies have already stood on it."

After all, in the huge courtyard, all the Confucian scholars seemed to see a vibrant scene in front of them, and they all indulged in it. The original suspicion in their hearts had long since disappeared.

"...Water, trees, flowers, creatures, there are many of them, and even the order is right." Su Yi muttered in a daze, the respect for Ye Tian in his heart had sublimated into a kind of crazy worship.

Such a genius, not to mention a hundred years or a thousand years, even ten thousand years is not enough to see him, but he was lucky enough to get to know him. This is really a great joy in life!
Everyone came back to their senses one after another, and they all looked at each other in blank dismay, before speaking after a while.

"Xiaosheng said a long time ago that this master Ye Tian is definitely a real talent, but you just don't believe it. If you offend the master because of this, it will be too late to regret..."

"Come on, when someone questioned you just now, didn't you keep nodding your head? We are all literati, so can we show some face?"

"If anyone still dares to question Master Ye's talent, Xiaosheng will leave."

"That's right, we don't dare to offend this poetic master."

Many Confucians were filled with righteous indignation. In such a short period of time, they wrote four poems in a row, and each poem was a classic quatrain without any flaws. This kind of character will definitely become the wind direction flag of poets in the future. Maybe now It has become.

The green-robed Confucian who made the question finally calmed down at this moment, walked out of the table, bowed ninety degrees to Ye Tian, ​​and gave a junior salute.

"Master Ye's talent in poetics, Wansheng admires to the utmost. Just now, Wansheng was rude. Please forgive me." After speaking, the green-robed Confucian sat down with a melancholy expression on his face.

Leng Feng glanced at the expressions of the people around him and understood the extraordinary nature of this poem. He felt naughty disappointment in his heart, and then joked with a smile, "Brother Mingxuan, should you be convinced this time?"

Hearing this, Bai Mingxuan nodded with a wry smile and said, "That's right, it seems that we can't jump to conclusions about anything in the future, especially what happened to Brother Ye."

"Master Ye! What is the name of this poem?"

When Ye Tian sat down, someone yelled, and immediately everyone pricked up their ears.

"Xiaochi." Ye Tian took a sip of the fine wine in his glass and said with a faint smile.

All the Confucians in the courtyard were filled with emotion when they heard such an ordinary title of the poem. This is the real literature, which is simple and easy to understand, but possesses great wisdom.

"There is such a scene in a mere small pond. It is worthy of being a master of poetics. Every poem is not only wonderful, but also contains a philosophy that makes people wake up." Su Yi's heart is nothing but sighs and admiration.

About half an hour later, among this group of Confucian scholars, only one person did not compose any poems or songs. The other Confucian scholars who participated in the competition all recited the poems and prose they had composed.

Then began to vote, everyone pulled out the parchment paper pressed under the cup, picked up the writing brush just sent by the servant, lightly dipped it in ink, and began to write.

The rule of voting is not one person one vote, but everyone can vote for three poems, among which they can vote for themselves.

Su Yi didn't hesitate at all. The first one he wrote was "Song of Peach Blossom Temple", the second one was "Xiaochi" that Ye Tiangang 'improvised', and the third one was "Peach Blossom in Dalin Temple", which he didn't vote for himself. Mingyan.

Ye Tian's three votes went to the poems and essays written by Su Yi, Bai Mingxuan and Lu Zicai respectively, which were regarded as friendship votes.

Afterwards, Su Yi saw that everyone put down their writing brushes and winked towards the distance, and then a servant came slowly and began to collect the voting parchments one by one according to the table number.

"My fellow poets, it will take some time to count the votes, and you can use this time to communicate and discuss."

After Su Yi said, the courtyard became lively again, and the Confucians began to talk freely.

During this period, many Confucianists recited their own poems and essays, and they were perfected and instructed, and they all showed joy.

After the servant finished counting, he walked to the center of the pavilion.

Su Yi nodded, took the parchment that counted the results in his hand, stood up and said, "My friends, the results of this poetry competition will be announced next."

Following Su Yi's words, the audience immediately fell silent. Almost everyone expected that his poems would get a good ranking.

"No.1: Peach Blossom Temple Song."

"No.2: Koike."

"No.3: Dalin Temple Peach Blossom."

"No.4: Rafting to watch peach blossoms"

...

Not surprisingly, the four poems that Ye Tian recited directly occupied the top four positions, while Su Yi's poems only won the fifth place.

Bai Mingxuan's poems and essays ranked ninth.

It may be the reason for Ye Tian's appearance. Lu Zicai's poems and essays did not enter the top ten, but No. 13. He was not disappointed, after all, his poems and essays really couldn't compare with the previous ones.

After the ranking was announced, Su Yi walked out of the central pavilion and came to Ye Tian's side. Immediately with a wave of his sleeve, five shining spirit stones suddenly appeared on the table.

"Brother Ye, this is the spirit stone reward you got this time." Su Yi saluted politely, and Su Yi said respectfully.

Ye Tian nodded his thanks, and put all these spirit stones into the storage ring.

Suddenly, a heroic voice sounded at the entrance of the courtyard.

"Yo, such a lively banquet, why didn't Brother Su invite me?"

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