What to do if you become famous too fast

Wan Xiwen tidied up his clothes and came to Wang Huan's side: "Wang Huan, hello, I'm Wan Xiwen, the master of Cimen. Since you want to break into Cimen, come with me."

After finishing speaking, Wan Xiwen walked towards the Cimen wing.

"Ok."

Wang Huan nodded and followed behind the other party.

Wan Xiwen said as he walked: "Let me tell you the rules of entering the Ci gate first. The rules for entering the Ci gate and the Poetry gate are actually the same. It's just that poetry plays a pivotal role among literati, so you need to break through the gate of poetry." Two levels. The first level is to have a competition with members of our Cimen. If you pass the level, you will enter the second level and compete directly with me. As for the problem of breaking through the level, there is no need to draw lots. Do you have any questions about the rules?"

Wang Huan said: "There is no doubt."

"That's good."

Soon, Wan Xiwen entered the word gate.

Inside, like Shimen, there were also sixteen young people in ancient costumes sitting there.Because the news of Wang Huan's break-in had already spread in the Hua Poetry Society, there was no anger in the eyes of these young people, but a confident arrogance in their eyes.

Their ability to enter the Cimen of Huashi Club means that they have extraordinary talents in writing lyrics, and they are all high-achieving students from well-known universities. They don't think they will be inferior to Wang Huan.

Wan Xiwen stood on the podium.

After scanning for a week, he opened his mouth and said: "Wang Huanchuang's Ci, the first hurdle, starts now. Since it is autumn, I will announce that I will write a poem with autumn as the theme. It only needs to include autumn elements, whether it is It’s okay to describe the autumn scenery or the state of mind, who will come first?”

Immediately, many young people raised their hands.

Wan Xiwen took a look and pointed at a girl: "Yu Shi, come here."

Yu Shi nodded, stood up after thinking for a moment, and said, "Dust matter is like a silk net, and it is hard to forget the past. The autumn night is cold and speechless. Looking at the bed with a dry lamp, it is the most difficult to sleep."

Wan Xiwen smiled faintly: "The artistic conception is not enough, the writing is too superficial, there is a feeling that it is deliberately deep, but it doesn't taste right. And there are some problems with the level and rhyme, you can think about it...do you still have classmates writing lyrics? ?”

Another boy stood up.

"Wan Lao, I also wrote a poem."

Wan Xiwen said gently, "Ye Ming, read on."

Ye Ming showed confidence, and read: "Autumn rains, how sad, the shadows of the mountains are like my worries, the green lights shine on a pot of wine, the past lingers on my heart."

Whether it is rhythm or words, it is much stronger than the previous one.

Wan Xiwen smiled.

Continue to let other people write the lyrics.

This is a typical multi-to-one, but no one disputes it.After all, poetry is different from martial arts. Even if a hundred people write a hundred poems, they can only pick out the best one to compare with Wang Huan.

Soon, several people stood up and said the words they wrote.

for example:

The west wind can't move, many worries

The frosty night is silent, just as the heart is cold

and many more……

Wan Xiwen nodded secretly and was about to speak.

"Pfft!"

A voice pierced the silence in the wing.

Ok?

The sixteen young people turned their heads in unison, looking for the source of the laughter.

Then I discovered that Wang Huan, who had been listening to everyone's poems in a serious manner, had broken his merits just now.

The laughter came from his mouth.

All the young people showed anger on their faces.

Everyone was talking.

"You want to interfere with us in this way?"

"Too much, naked ridicule!"

"If I couldn't beat you, I would have turned against you a long time ago."

"Huh! I'll see what you have later on, how dare you laugh at our members of the Ci Sect."

"..."

Wan Xiwen looked sullen: "Wang Huan, are you looking down on their words?"

Wang Huan quickly said: "No, no, no...they all write very well."

Wan Xiwen said in a deep voice, "Since you said that their writing is pretty good, why are you laughing?"

"Cough cough..."

Wang Huan glanced at Wan Xiwen, then turned his eyes to the young people who had read the words just now, shook his head and said with a smile, "Where do you have so much sorrow at such a young age?"

That's right, the few young people who wrote the lyrics just now revealed a strong sense of melancholy between the lines.

That's why Wang Huan said so.

When he said this, the expressions of the young people in Cimen changed abruptly. It was because Wang Huan's words were too ironic.Offended these arrogant young people at once.

There was a commotion in the room.

Wan Xiwen waved his hand to calm everyone down, and then looked at Wang Huan.

"Wang Huan, now the young members of my Cimen have finished their lyrics, please come and show them to everyone. This is also for everyone to see your level."

He wanted to see what kind of ability Wang Huan had that he dared to laugh at the members of his Cimen.

"it is good!"

Wang Huan did not refuse. He saw a small blackboard on the podium, so he came to the podium, picked up a piece of chalk from the side, and wrote two lines of flamboyant characters on the blackboard with a swipe.

The handwriting is beautiful, after all, Wang Huan's calligraphy is also at an expert level.

After writing.

Wang Huan put the chalk away, clapped his hands and stood aside.