In the beginning, I dig the graves of my ancestors and I become a cultivator and a monster.

Mei Changqing feels great now and doesn't want to do anything. She just thinks that she is in a dream and nothing happens when she wakes up from the dream.

But now is the cruel reality!

"Mei Changqing, please!"

I saw Murong Suqiu bowing his hands, respectful and humble, and the more than two thousand guests around him were all looking forward to it, waiting for Mei Changqing to come out and write a poem!

"this……!"

Mei Changqing faced huge pressure and had to stand up in the hall. He felt the eyes of others around him. He who liked to show off felt empty for the first time!

"Academy..."

"Composing poetry in the academy..."

Mei Changqing thought to herself that she really couldn't write poetry, and her mind was in a state of confusion, but she had to pretend to be thinking attentively.

This guy is quite handsome, so now he seems to be quite presentable when he is down to create.

The guests couldn't help but look at each other and nodded secretly, looking forward to it even more!

The great elder raised his head and held his chest high, with a proud look on his face, as if he was sure of victory!

Seeing them like this, Mei Changqing felt like crying!

I'm just showing off, why are you looking forward to it so much?

It puts me under a lot of pressure!

Time flies, and soon half of the incense has passed. Mei Changqing is still standing and thinking hard!

The guests were very patient at first, but later they couldn't help but become a little impatient.

There were also some whispers on the field!

The Wenye Sect was gloating over the misfortune. The deputy sect leader Situ Haonan smiled and said, "Mei Changqing, can you do it? If not, just give in and admit that the Wandering Sect is a martial artist!"

The disciples of the Wenye Sect burst into laughter, and the guests were involuntarily led to cast some contemptuous glances at the disciples of the Wandering Sect.

The great elder couldn't help but look sad.

He couldn't help but waver in his confidence in Mei Changqing: "Changqing, haven't you thought about it yet?"

"Come on, come on."

Mei Changqing waved her hands, her eyes no longer had the gleam of pride they had earlier, instead they were full of uneasiness and anxiety.

far away.

Seeing his embarrassment, Zhang Ping couldn't help but secretly rejoice: "I let you pretend to be cool, now you know how miserable it is!"

Wang Chang and Tuoba Li also snickered, and even pointed at Mei Changqing with their fingers and laughed!

When Mei Changqing saw this, her already anxious heart became even more angry, and she almost cursed.

But now it’s unjustifiable to curse people, I haven’t thought of my own poem yet!

He thought and thought, racking his brains!

The incense passed quickly, and his mind was still blank.

The seated guests' buttocks were flattened, their standing feet were sore, and they all looked irritable.

I drink tea from time to time to relieve the urge to curse. The sound of various teacups and cup lids clashing seems to express strong dissatisfaction!

But Wenyezong was laughing so hard!

Situ Haonan stroked his beard and smiled evilly: "Mei Changqing, let me ask you again, can you do it? If not, just pull it down! Everyone is tired of waiting! Don't waste everyone's time!"

Some of the guests also started making noises, complaining about Mei Changqing. They had no expectations just now.

The great elder and the disciples of Wandering Sect Tianjian Peak were very embarrassed.

To be honest, if Mei Changqing hadn't been one of their own, they would have cursed her a long time ago!

However, the dean was a good person and specifically waved his hand and said: "Everyone, please be patient and give Mei Changqing some time. Good poems are worth waiting for!"

Unexpectedly, Mei Changqing smiled at this time: "I just thought about it, everyone has been waiting for a long time!"

Everyone was suddenly curious, thinking that Mei Changqing would give up!

Their interest was aroused again and they all looked at Mei Changqing!

"Haha, everyone, listen up!"

I saw Mei Changqing strolling in the courtyard, reading aloud: "The article is coming today, it's wonderful, the guests are screaming with joy! One person and one book are very happy, one man and one woman are very happy!"

After finishing reading, Mei Changqing looked up at the sky, with a sense of accomplishment on his face, as if no poem in the world was in his eyes!

"Good, good poem, good poem!"

The great elder was overjoyed when he heard this and clapped his hands repeatedly!

"Uh……"

However, the more than 2,000 guests present were stunned at first, and then fell silent. Soon some people couldn't help it anymore: "What the hell, does this thing deserve to be called poetry!?"

"It's still wonderful, howling? A man and a woman are carefree? It's really bullshit, it's just garbage, and it's insulting to politeness!"

"And their great elders still say this is a good poem? Do they understand? Isn't this an insult to poetry and our Confucianism?"

Some of the proud guests yelled and cursed!

Opponent Murong Suqiu couldn't help frowning and shaking his head: "I didn't expect that I would compete with such literary garbage. It is really a shame for my poetry career!"

Even the dean who just helped put in a nice word had a livid look on his face, thinking to himself, I actually put in a nice word for Mei Changqing?

Did I get kicked in the head by a donkey!

Wenye Sect Situ Haonan and others laughed: "Look, I'm telling you that all of you in the Wandering Sect are just martial artists with no ink at all! It's really embarrassing!"

"Hahaha! This Mei Changqing thinks that the poems he created are very artistic. I really want to punch him!"

Feeling the insults and ridicule from the audience, Mei Changqing looked very embarrassed: "No, my poem is full of emotions and it comes from my heart. Why isn't it a good poem?"

The elder also suppressed his blush and helped to speak: "That's right! My apprentice's poem is so innovative, and the words are simple and the expression is clear. It is really a good poem!"

Seeing their master and disciple talking like this, all the guests understood!

This pair of master and apprentice are really uneducated, and their literary literacy is extremely low!

This made everyone even more angry. They felt that these masters and disciples were just rough people and could not enter an elegant place like the academy. Moreover, it was embarrassing to stand up with them!

"No, what I said is wrong!"

Mei Changqing was anxious. This was the best poem he had written in more than thirty years. Why was it trampled on by others?

"Hahaha!"

Zhang Ping and the others couldn't help laughing when they saw Mei Changqing's silly look. Even Hua Linglong couldn't hold back her cold temperament and burst into laughter.

"you……!"

Mei Changqing was even more anxious. Even Tuoba Li, a fool like me, laughed at me? Is my poetry really that bad?

At this time, Situ Haonan said coldly: "I don't need to announce the results of the competition to know that our Wenye Sect won the first game!"

"I said you, the Liang Sect, only have so much ink, but you still dare to imitate others in composing poetry! What the hell is that?"

"After today, everyone knows that the Wandering Sect has no literary qualities at all, they are all just martial artists who can only wield swords!"

As soon as Situ Haonan said these words, the whole audience agreed! At the same time, he sneered at Mei Changqing and the great elder.

Mei Changqing and the Great Elder were speechless, because after careful consideration and comparison with their own writing, they finally felt that the Miao Miao Miao and Ye Ye Ye Ye just mentioned were a piece of shit!

The other disciples of the Wandering Sect also looked ugly, but there was nothing they could do at the moment!

Faced with this situation, Hua Linglong in the crowd frowned and whispered to Zhang Ping and the others: "These guys have made our Wandering Sect a joke."

Zhang Ping smiled faintly: "Don't worry, I'm here!"

As he spoke, he shouted loudly: "Who said our Langzong doesn't have literati?"

"Isn't it just using the academy to compose poems? Just listen, I can create them at will!"

As he spoke, Zhang Ping strode out and said something catchy:

Cherry blossoms are blooming during an outing in the academy,

Thousand years of elegance moisten people's hearts.

The whistling of ancient trees covers the setting sun,

The green water of the green stream flows over the Hui Terrace.

The students' thoughts surged,

Pictures of mountains and rivers come out of the window.

The literary style is passed down through the ages and is immortal,

This place is shared by all the immortals!

Hearing Zhang Ping create such quatrains, thousands of guests at the venue were shocked and looked at Zhang Ping in unison!