poor family prodigal

"You didn't seem to be so smart before, right? Why did your brain become dull after meeting Qianlong? Didn't she mean that all for you?"

Wang Yuan did not answer.

"That girl just doesn't want you to lose your life by participating in the martial arts competition to recruit a bride. There is no one here who is not a jackal, tiger or leopard, so she hopes you can leave, so she said these words to hurt your heart. If you really fall for her, I will I also feel that Wang Yuan, whom I met before, has been betrayed."

After listening to what Brother Qingyi said, Wang Yuan finally reacted.

Maybe it was because he couldn't turn around when he heard those words just now, and he was going too far.

"Brother Qingyi, don't worry. I was angry after hearing those words, but how could I really ignore her? Even if we can't be husband and wife, she is still my sister, and I will definitely save her life!"

The slightly helpless tone expressed Wang Yuan's current mood.

After the two talked, Wang Yuan decided to stay in Tianwaitian to help Xue Qianlong, and he did not want Xue Qianlong to just marry someone he didn't love.

Soon the three-day appointment arrived. Wang Yuan and Taoist Priest Qingyi came to the competition site together, and Xue Qianlong stood next to Xue Shouzun.

She was a little surprised when she saw Wang Yuan, thinking that Wang Yuan had left angrily after hearing what she said.

I didn't expect it to come...

The first competition was a literary test, so there was no need to stay in the competition field, so we went to a lobby that could accommodate a hundred people.

"This must be Wang Yuan who comes from a secular place. I have long admired his name, hahaha!"

When Wang Yuan stepped into the lobby, he heard joking voices coming from the side. He looked up and saw a man in white.

"I thought he was such an incredible person. He actually dared to go from the earthly world to our heaven and earth, and wanted to marry our saint. He was so brave."

In addition to Xueshou Zun and members of the eight major families, there were also many literati who had read poetry and books.

Most of them are young talents, and many of them are civil servants holding official positions.

"This is your first level. The competition is about literary talent. Whoever's literary talent is high enough will win this time."

After Master Xueshou finished his explanation, he raised his hand to indicate that Wang Yuan could sit in his seat.

Taoist Priest Qingyi sat opposite Mr. Wang.

There was a small table in front of Wang Yuan, which was filled with tea sets, a few pieces of paper and a writing brush.

After all, Wang Yuan is a secular person, so these people present naturally feel that Wang Yuan has never drunk such good tea, and he doesn't even know how to taste tea.

After all, how can a vulgar person be able to achieve elegance?

But then Wang Yuan gently picked up the tea cup on the table and started to learn the tea ceremony based on the tea ceremony he had seen on the Internet before. He didn't expect that it was really like that.

He was still nervous, fearing that he would make a mistake in any step and make everyone laugh.

"Hmph, I think Wang Yuan must be very talented in literature if he can come to our Heavenly Outer Heaven to participate in the competition of our saints to recruit brides. Why don't we use this opportunity to compose a poem to add to the fun!"

The competition to recruit relatives is about martial arts, not literary talent. Isn't this deliberately making things difficult for others?

But Wang Yuan just put down the tea cup in his hand gently, then picked up the fan next to him and fanned it twice.

"Taking tea and talking about the world, admiring flowers and talking about life."

These two simple verses had already shocked everyone present so much that their jaws almost dropped to the ground.

It was Taoist Priest Qing Yi who applauded first, and other people also responded one after another.

I thought that Wang Yuan was a ignorant and vulgar person, but I didn't expect that his literary talent was so great. He just casually said famous quotes that had never been seen before or since.

"Not bad! It's very good to compose poems with the tea in front of you."

After Xueshou Zun finished praising Wang Yuan, he also picked up the tea cup in front of him and took a sip. It was indeed a good cup of tea.

"It's just two poems about tea. It doesn't prove anything. If you want to participate in a martial arts competition to find a bride, this won't work. Let me come up with a question."

A young talented man stood up from the side, waving a folding fan and slowly walked towards Wang Yuan, with provocation in his eyes.

He walked to Wang Yuan and stopped, then sat cross-legged at the table.

Who would have thought that before he could speak, Wang Yuan suddenly stood up and took seven steps.

In ancient times, Cao Zhi composed a poem in seven steps. Today, Wang Yuan borrows a few verses from his predecessors.

"The beans are boiled and made into soup, and the bean sprouts are boiled to make juice; the bean leaves are burning under the cauldron, and the beans are weeping in the cauldron. They all grow from the same root, so why fry each other in a hurry?"

After Wang Yuan finished speaking this seven-step poem, he turned around and looked at everyone. Their eyes could no longer be described as shocked.

It was as if he had seen a ghost, how could there be such a talented and learned person in the world.

It was clear that Wang Yuan's temperament was just that of a rough man who knew a few Chinese characters, but he never expected that he could write a poem in seven steps.

"You cheated! How could you come up with a poem in just seven steps? If you had already prepared it, did someone explain it to you?"

The talented man who just wanted to attack Wang Yuan stood up and pointed at Wang Yuan and said he cheated. Wang Yuan raised his eyebrows indifferently.

Taoist Priest Qing Yi didn't expect that there would be people who alluded to him cheating. These levels were set by them themselves, and he never interfered from the beginning to the end.

"What do you think this place is? These three levels were set by the eight patriarchs themselves. Do you think that some of the eight patriarchs are engaging in malpractice for personal gain?"

After hearing what Taoist Priest Qing Yi said, the talented man realized what he was saying and hurriedly knelt down in the main hall and begged for mercy from the eight chiefs.

"Please forgive me, team leaders. I definitely don't mean that. I just think there is something fishy about this matter. Otherwise, how could he write a poem in seven steps? He is just a person from the secular world. How can he Are you so talented?"

Wang Yuan was a little unhappy when he heard what he said.

"Although I come from a secular place, I am no different from you. Although I may not be as good as you in cultivation, my baptism is no worse than yours, so why is it so strange?"

These people have really been in the outer world for so long that they really think they are human beings.

"Why not Qiqiao? Otherwise, how can you explain that you wrote a poem in seven steps? You can't be a great poet from where you came from, but we have already checked and you don't have this name at all. In other words, you have never been I have never published any of my poems!”

The talented man raised his head and wanted to refute.

According to him, if Wang Yuan had such talent, he would definitely announce it to the outside world.

After all, every one of his poems can become a classic, but I never thought that Wang Yuan would never show up.