poor family prodigal

"It's just because you are short-sighted and have never understood secular people, so you don't know the poems I published outside. If you try to understand them, you will know that there are actually many powerful secular people!"

Wang Yuan snorted coldly, he didn't look down on such a short-sighted person.

"I have just sent people to check. These poems have never been heard anywhere, so it is basically certain that Wang Yuan wrote the poems himself."

Xue Qianlong had heard Wang Yuan write poems before, but she wasn't as emotional as she was today, probably because Wang Yuan was so serious.

Because there were many people who were dissatisfied with Wang Yuan, they all felt that they were more powerful than Wang Yuan and should take part in the martial arts competition to recruit a bride instead of Wang Yuan, so the competition continued.

"Wang Yuan, you are not that great. You have only written two poems. Believe it or not, any poem I can say now is better than yours. If you are really capable, write more!"

"That's right, let's see! You said you are talented, but where are your talents?"

"I'll give you half the time to burn incense. If you can write five poems, we will let you pass!"

The talented people next to them were all talking nonsense, nothing more than belittling Wang Yuan and not convinced, but Wang Yuan didn't take it to heart.

It wasn't until the last sentence that Wang Yuan raised his eyes to look at them.

"it is good!"

The person who was talking just now was speechless for a moment. Unexpectedly, Wang Yuan actually agreed.

In fact, being able to say two poems in such a short period of time is already remarkable. They did this just to make things difficult for Wang Yuan.

A smile appeared at the corners of Wang Yuan's lips. He had received nine years of education back then. How could he not be able to recite just five poems?

If this is the case, it would be a shame for the three hundred ancient poems he once memorized!

After carefully recalling the ancient poems he had learned in elementary school, Wang Yuan stood up and drank all the tea in his cup.

"You don't wake up when you sleep in spring. You hear the singing of birds everywhere. The sound of wind and rain comes at night. How many flowers do you know about falling?"

"The old man left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and the fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. The lonely sail is far away, the blue sky is gone, and the only thing to see is the sky of the Yangtze River."

"There is bright moonlight in front of the bed, and I suspect it is frost on the ground. I raise my head to look at the bright moon, but my head is lowered to my hometown."

Just when Wang Yuan recited the third poem, these talented people and poets in front of him were so shocked that they could not even speak.

Everyone's eyes widened, mesmerized, already immersed in the scenes described by Wang Yuan.

Every single one of these verses is an eternal quatrain, it’s really great!

Even the person who just pointed at Wang Yuan and accused him of plagiarism gradually became addicted to the poems Wang Yuan recited.

"Oh my god, there is such a great writer in this world. How come I have never heard of him before?"

"I have never heard the poems he mentioned before. His talent is so incredible. Only such a person can be worthy of our saint!"

"I was so moved that I wanted to go up and hug his lap and worship him as my teacher!"

"It turns out that there are still such powerful literati in this world, but we are short-sighted."

Listening to the continuous compliments from the side, Wang Yuan did not pay attention, but carefully recalled the ancient poems he had learned.

This time, he must make all these literati admire him, and let these poems be immortalized here forever!

There is still a long way to go before half a stick of incense. Wang Yuan can not only write five poems, but even ten or twenty poems!

"I am a stranger in a foreign land, but I miss my family members even more during the festive season. I know from afar that my brothers are climbing to the heights, and there is one less person planted with dogwood trees."

"Your question is that there is no date for returning, and the night rain in Bashan floods the autumn pond. Why cut the candles in the west window together, but talk about the rainy night in Bashan."

There were five poems in total, and Wang Yuan recited them as if speaking normally.

"It's amazing, it's really amazing!"

"I have never seen anyone as talented as Wang Yuan. I agree! I agree to let him participate in the saint's competition to find a bride!"

"I agree, it's so awesome, I'm willing to give up!"

"If it were me, I wouldn't have been able to come up with these five poems even a year ago. He also did each of these five poems so well!"

"I used to think that I was one of the rare geniuses in the world. It wasn't until I met Wang Yuan and heard these five poems he wrote that I realized I was wrong!"

Listening to everyone's words of praise for him, Wang Yuan slowly stood in front of Xueshou Zun.

"Within half a stick of incense, I have finished these five poems. I wonder if I can pass the first level of the test."

In addition to completing five poems within half a stick of incense, Wang Yuan also won the admiration of all the literati present.

He has become the person with the highest literary talent present and should pass the first test.

"Okay! I originally thought that as a disciple of Taoist Priest Tsing Yi, you must be quite accomplished in martial arts, but I didn't expect that you are also so talented in literature! I wonder if the clan leaders can let these children pass?"

Xueshou Zun became more and more satisfied with Wang Yuan as he watched. If such a child were to be combined with his daughter, he would definitely be able to give birth to a grandson with great talent!

The other clan leaders did not expect that Wang Yuan's literary attainments were so high. It seemed that they underestimated their enemy.

So many literati and literary giants present bowed to Wang Yuan's talent, how could they not let Wang Yuan pass?

"Hahaha! Taoist Priest Qingyi's apprentice already has such literary attainments at a young age. It is really rare and he should pass!"

"I have no opinion either."

"Not bad, really good, I agree to let him pass!"

……

The heads of the eight major families expressed their opinions one after another, and finally Wang Yuan voted unanimously.

Wang Yuan bowed slightly to Xueshou Zun, and then left with Taoist Priest Qingyi.

Xue Qianlong also took this opportunity to say goodbye to her father and came outside.

"Young master! Please stay behind!"

Fortunately, Xue Qianlong came out in time and caught up.

After Wang Yuan heard Xue Qianlong's voice, he stopped and turned around.

"Qianlong, what's wrong?"

Seeing Xue Qianlong's hurried look, Wang Yuan thought there was something big going on.

Unexpectedly, Xue Qianlong glanced at Taoist Priest Qingyi carefully, her cheeks slightly red.

Taoist Priest Qing Yi understood immediately.

"What about that? I still have some things to deal with over there. You two should talk first. If anything happens, just come to my room to find me."

After finishing speaking, Taoist Priest Qingyi disappeared in front of the two of them, as fast as a flash.

"If you have something to say, just say it."

"Sir, I'm here to congratulate you on passing the first test. So far, I don't know what the second test will be. If I can find out, I'll tell you."

Although Xue Qianlong said she hoped Wang Yuan would stay as far away as possible, in fact, she was very happy that Wang Yuan could come to save her.