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

Situ Haonan's voice of dissatisfaction and questioning was very loud, full of anger and unwillingness!

But what he said didn't make sense.

If calculated in terms of time, because Mei Changqing, a pretentious person, delayed too much time, it indirectly gave Zhang Ping more time to compose poems.

For a moment, the guests on the court nodded in agreement, and then they all looked at Zhang Ping!

"I object!"

Wang Chang couldn't help but speak for Zhang Ping: "There is no set time from the beginning of this competition. How much time you take is up to you!"

"Don't say it took Zhang Ping half an hour. Even if he spent a whole day composing poetry and won, then he still won!"

Next to him, Tuoba Li, although he didn't quite understand the rule, echoed loudly: "Yes, yes, that's the truth!"

Of course Hua Linglong also spoke for Zhang Ping and objected repeatedly.

The other guests thought about it and felt that what they said seemed to make sense!

But if this continues, the two sides will definitely argue endlessly!

Anyway, Wenyezong would definitely not be willing to lose like this.

Just when the dean and others were in trouble, Zhang Ping smiled: "Isn't it just another poem in a short time? How difficult is it for me, Zhang Ping?"

As he spoke, Zhang Ping stood with his hands behind his back, walked leisurely, and opened his mouth:

The academy is fresh and elegant,

Students display their talents leisurely.

Ivy wrapped around the pillars in the library,

Wisdom passed down from ancient to modern times.

The green bamboo outside the window shakes its light shadows,

In front of the hall, red plum blossoms and snowy makeup are displayed.

Reading for hundreds of years will last forever.

This day in wonderland will never be forgotten.

"this!!"

Hearing Zhang Ping compose such a beautiful poem in just a moment, all the guests at the venue took a deep breath!

Regardless of the artistic conception or connotation, this poem has a different charm than the previous one!

What a rare and good poem!

The people headed by Wenye Sect Situ Haonan immediately clicked their tongues and were very shocked!

Unexpectedly, Zhang Ping turned around and continued to create:

The land of elegant and elegant scholars,

The whistling of ancient trees covers the secluded bamboo.

A scholar’s ​​chivalrous spirit hides his heroic spirit.

The wisdom handed down from the past is bestowed upon the strong men.

Green bamboos sway in front of the window,

Fairy in the hall with red walls and white snow.

Reading for hundreds of years has been passed down through the ages;

The chivalrous man is charming and charming.

As soon as this poem was uttered, the whole audience was shocked!

Zhang Ping actually created another song in such a short period of time?

Moreover, this time it also incorporates literati and knights, which brings the artistic conception and meaning of the poem to a higher level!

"A genius, he can write such quatrains easily, he is really a literary genius!"

"Zhang Ping respects martial arts in the Langzong, but he actually made such a quatrain, we are ashamed of ourselves!"

"In the past, I had a high level of inquiry, but now I know you are a saint only when I see you!"

The faces of the guests were flushed with excitement, and their eyes were filled with uncontrollable joy and emotion!

For a time, there was thunderous applause and endless praise!

Those talented women and Confucian and Taoist female cultivators who like to be literary and elegant can't help but bite their red lips when they look at Zhang Ping, their eyes are full of admiration and appreciation!

Murong Suqiu couldn't help but feel her heart beating very fast, feeling an unprecedented sense of joy!

It's like finding a soulmate, and even more so, finding the vision of love on the other side of the future!

"Is it him who is my true destiny!?"

Murong Suqiu breathed hard, but she still couldn't suppress the shock in her body and mood!

Not to mention them, even Wang Chang and Qin Xiaoyao were shocked by Zhang Ping's literary talent!

The man who had known each other day and night actually had such an astonishing talent!

What a huge surprise!

Hua Linglong clamped her legs together and looked at Zhang Ping with tingling eyes!

This junior brother is so amazing!

At this moment, Zhang Ping felt the thunderous applause and excitement of the audience, and he couldn't stop laughing in his heart!

"Composing a poem in front of me? Do you really think that I have read three thousand Tang poems and Song lyrics in vain in my previous life?"

Feeling so happy in his heart, Zhang Ping actually smiled calmly and said, "I dare to ask everyone from the Wenye Sect, are the two poems I, Zhang Ping, just composed okay?"

Situ Haonan's face kept beating and he was cursing in his heart, but he had no choice but to answer: "It's okay!"

The guests around him couldn't help but laugh: "This is obviously a quatrain, but Situ Haonan said it's okay. He seems a bit sore loser!"

"No wonder, I thought I was sure of victory, but I didn't expect that a talented Zhang Ping would come out halfway and steal the victory!"

"It's not that Murong Suqiu can't do it, it's just that Zhang Ping is too evil!"

The guests were talking a lot, and everyone knew that Zhang Ping must have won this round.

Situ Haonan couldn't keep his face and almost cursed.

Fortunately, the dean walked out in time and said to Zhang Ping with a smile: "Can our academy frame the three poems you just composed for thousands of students to study and admire?"

Everyone was in an uproar when they heard this, because it is the dream of all scholars and Confucianism cultivators to hang their poems in a holy place like Wen Lai College!

How many outstanding bachelors can't achieve this achievement in their whole life, but can hang a painting that is enough to leave a name in history!

Even the dean himself only failed two articles!

But Zhang Ping was able to hang three copies of poems as soon as he came!

Isn’t this a huge and unprecedented honor?

For a time, everyone envied and admired Zhang Ping!

And Mei Changqing was so jealous that her face changed shape!

Why! Why does Zhang Ping have such a good literary talent?

And I, Mei Changqing, can only write Miao Miao Miao Miao Miao!

God, why are you so unfair!

Zhang Ping couldn't help but laugh out loud when he saw Mei Changqing's expression as if he had eaten shit: "Mei Changqing is my senior brother. I'm afraid it's not good to be interested in me instead of his."

The dean immediately shook his head, looked at Mei Changqing with a straight face, and said coldly: "What he wrote is just a couple of jingles, and he doesn't deserve to be called a poem at all! And his literary talent is like shit, how can it compare with yours?" How does it compare to the astonishing literary talent?"

Mei Changqing's eyes suddenly widened, thinking that you, the old dean, are too direct!

I, Mei Changqing, don’t want to lose face?

The dean also glared at him, and Mei Changqing was so frightened that she quickly retracted her head, not daring to let out a fart!

The great elder rolled his eyes at him, obviously very disappointed with this apprentice who just wanted to show off!

How great it would be if Zhang Ping was my apprentice!

I can blow to the sky, and I can walk sideways inside and outside the sect!

The dean did not care about the wonderful expressions on the faces of their master and apprentice, but continued to ask Zhang Ping: "Mr. Zhang Ping, can you accept the suggestion I just made? Hang up all three copies of the poem!"

Zhang Ping stopped pushing, otherwise it would look a bit fake. He cupped his hands and said with a smile: "That's all up to the dean, but Zhang Ping hasn't mastered his calligraphy yet, so he has to trouble the dean to write the poem. Got it!"

How could the dean not know that Zhang Ping was deliberately being humble to give him face so that the dean's words could be listed on the honorary list? That is also a beautiful thing of merit and achievement!

The other guests also nodded secretly: "Zhang Ping is not only talented, but also very unscrupulous. He is very knowledgeable and has a very good character! How wonderful, how wonderful!"

Soon the dean wrote three copies of Zhang Ping's poems on precious rice paper, and asked Zhang Ping to sign the last one himself!

Then hang it on a high wall for the world to learn and admire!

This awesome style instantly makes you look taller!

The guests recited it one after another. The more they read, the more they liked and admired it. They praised Zhang Ping's talent again and again, and applauded one after another!

"My junior brother is awesome."

Hua Linglong's heart surged wildly, and Zhang Ping looked at her with a bright smile, as if to say - Senior Sister, I didn't let you down, did I?

On the field, because of Zhang Ping's unexpected appearance, Wenyezong felt frustrated!

"No, I can't let the Dancing Sect steal all the limelight!"

Situ Haonan gritted his teeth and immediately shouted: "We just agreed to compete in three talents, and poetry is only the first one! There are also chess and piano playing!"

"Mei Changqing, come out quickly and continue the competition!"

Hearing this, all the guests couldn't help but become more excited, thinking about the continued competition between the Wenye Sect and the Wandering Sect!

Situ Haonan was a thief and was afraid that Zhang Pingqin could do chess, calligraphy and painting, so he pointed the finger at Mei Changqing, an incompetent pretentious person!

Mei Changqing couldn't help but her heart beat faster: "Damn, I almost forgot that there are two other competitions!"

Although I know how to play chess, I really don’t know anything about playing the piano!

I don’t even know how many wires the piano has!

"Master, don't you usually like to play chess and listen to the piano? I think you are very good. How about you join in?"

Mei Changqing had no choice but to look at her master, the great elder!