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In the quiet morning light, Huantian City looks particularly charming. The city is majestic and magnificent, and the ancient city walls are covered with moss, as if telling the story of the years. The streets in the city are wide, shops are lined up, hawking sounds are heard one after another, and the crowds are surging, making it very lively. The annual poetry conference attracts countless literati and writers, and Huantian City has become the focus of everyone's attention on this day.

The most conspicuous building in the city is undoubtedly the Yellow Crane Tower. This towering building is like a phoenix spreading its wings, embedded under the blue sky, surrounded by green trees and mountains and rivers. The plaque in front of the building reads "Yellow Crane Tower" in three large characters, which are vigorous and powerful, revealing an ancient atmosphere. Countless poets have sung here and left behind moving poems. The Yellow Crane Tower has therefore become famous and a gathering place for literati and scholars.

At this poetry conference, there were several famous figures who attracted everyone's attention. First of all, there was the most talented young poet today, Liu Xi, who was only 20 years old and full of talent. He shocked the literary world with his poem "Moonlight on the Lonely Boat" and was widely sought after. His appearance was like the breeze blowing on the willows, and his every move revealed a free and unrestrained temperament. He was the prince charming in the hearts of countless girls.

The second is the world-famous female swordsman Hua Qingying, nicknamed "Hua Jian", who is famous for her swordsmanship and poetry. Her poems are just like her swordsmanship, crisp and powerful. Her appearance always arouses the amazement of the crowd, as if she herself is a living poem.

Another is a powerful senior, Mo Zun, who is over 70 years old and has a high level of attainment in poetry and prose. He has won the championship in poetry competitions many times and is firmly seated on the top of the literary world. Although he is old, his demeanor is still as majestic as a rainbow, and his words can always trigger people's deep thoughts.

When Ye Fan and Ling Shuang arrived at Huantian City, it was the eve of the conference, and the streets were already decorated with lights and were bustling. While enjoying the bustling streets, they were looking forward to the upcoming poetry conference in their hearts.

"Ye Fan, are you ready for the challenge?" Ling Shuang asked with a smile, with encouragement in her eyes.

"I'd like to see the elegance of these men of letters." Ye Fan was not to be outdone, a smile appeared on his lips, his inner love for poetry made him look forward to it even more.

However, what followed was a round of whispers. Behind him, a group of young poets were talking about him in a sarcastic tone. "I heard that the boy is an inner disciple of the Tianxing Sect and is very talented, but in the end, he is just a warrior. How can he have any poetic talent?"

"Yeah, a person like him dares to participate in a poetry conference. He really overestimates his abilities." Another person sneered, his eyes full of contempt.

Ye Fan was unhappy when he heard these words, but he didn't intend to argue with them. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, a thin, gorgeously dressed young man suddenly came forward. He was Liu Xi.

"Are you Ye Fan?" Liu Xi smiled slightly, with a hint of amusement in her eyes, "I heard that you have made great achievements in martial arts. I wonder if you can compete with me in poetry?"

"The poetry competition is about talent and inspiration." Ye Fan smiled slightly, his eyes firm, "If you are willing, let me see your style."

"Okay!" Liu Xi's smile became even brighter. "I will challenge you with a poem. If you can follow it, I lose. If you can't, what do you do?"

The people around him suddenly became excited and gathered around to witness this duel. Ye Fan was not afraid, but thought silently in his heart that the competition between scholars was not as fierce as the struggle between warriors, but it also required wisdom and talent.

"You go first." Ye Fan raised his eyebrows slightly, motioning Liu Xi to go first.

"Okay!" Liu Xi smiled slightly, cleared his throat, and chanted aloud:

"The moon shines on a solitary boat, shadows of clouds float by, and thousands of boats race against each other with endless excitement.

Who says poetry and wine can make you drunk forever? Let's watch the world of Jianghu dream for a lifetime. "

The sound of the poem was like a rainbow, resounding in all directions, and everyone was moved and gave warm applause. Ye Fan was startled, knowing that Liu Xi was indeed a talented person.

"Such a poem is really ambitious, but I already have a response in my mind." Ye Fan smiled slightly and chanted in a deep voice:

"The winds rise and the clouds surge, a piece of love lasts forever.

Who doesn’t dream of the rivers and lakes? Only the green mountains accompany me.”

Everyone cheered again, and Ye Fan's answer was naturally impressive, showing his understanding and comprehension of poetry. Liu Xi was slightly stunned, obviously not expecting Ye Fan to have such a reaction.

"You are indeed worthy of your reputation. I didn't expect you to be so talented." Liu Xi smiled slightly, with a little more appreciation in her eyes. "Then the next step is to improvise poetry. Are you ready?"

Ye Fan's heart moved. This was the key moment to test the poet's true level. He nodded, his eyes firm: "Come on!"

"I'll give you a topic and you'll improvise a poem. The title is 'Fantasy Sky'." Liu Xi smiled slightly, her eyes like an eagle, as if she was expecting Ye Fan's reaction.

"Fantasy..." Ye Fan muttered in his heart. Various scenes about Fantasy City gradually emerged in his mind. Inspiration arose in his heart. He slowly closed his eyes and began to chant:

"The phantom sky is just a dream, and the passing time is like flowing water, always unpredictable.

Who knows that the world is all illusion, only the heart is the truth. "

This poem is not only full of artistic conception, but also integrates his emotions and understanding of Huantian City, which amazed everyone present. Liu Xi was stunned for a moment, and then an appreciative smile appeared on his face: "Good poem, it's really a masterpiece!"

Then, the poetry duel between the two sparked a heated discussion among the crowd. The talent and demeanor Ye Fan displayed in this contest impressed everyone present.

At this time, Hua Qingying was also attracted by the crowd. She smiled slightly, with a hint of admiration in her eyes: "Ye Fan, I didn't expect your talent to be so extraordinary. It really makes me look at you with new eyes."

"Thank you for the compliment." Ye Fan smiled shyly, feeling a little proud in his heart.

As the conference progressed, people praised Ye Fan one after another. The competition between Liu Xi and Ye Fan became a highlight of the conference, and many people were looking forward to their next confrontation.

However, the following poetry conference was not peaceful. As poets took the stage one after another, Ye Fan's performance aroused the jealousy and dissatisfaction of some people, especially in the eyes of some people with dark hearts, Ye Fan's rise seemed particularly dazzling.

"Look at that Ye Fan, does he really think he's so great?" A young man in gorgeous clothes sneered, his eyes full of contempt, "He just got the upper hand by chance, how much talent can he have?"

"We should teach him a lesson and let him know that there are always people better than you." Another person echoed, with a sinister light in his eyes.

At the same time, Liu Xi and Hua Qingying also noticed the reactions of these people and felt a little uneasy. Liu Xi cast a concerned look at Ye Fan, then walked up to negotiate with them, trying to ease the situation.

However, Ye Fan did not intend to retreat. He understood that the road to becoming a strong man would always be accompanied by various challenges and challenges, and only through fighting could one demonstrate his strength. He smiled slightly and met those provocative eyes: "If you have any dissatisfaction, let's have a competition."

Ye Fan's confidence and determination made everyone present admire him. He seemed like a proud eagle in the wind, with a firm gaze, looking down on everything.

The young man who led the provocateurs was shocked, as if he had not expected Ye Fan to react like this. He then sneered and said, "Okay, since you want to compete, let's have a poetry competition to see what you are capable of!"

"I'm happy to accompany you." Ye Fan was not afraid at all. There was a gleam of fighting spirit in his eyes, and he seemed to be ready for the challenge.

"Then let's take 'Struggle' as the theme. Three poems, each with its own merits." The young man sneered, with a hint of provocation in his eyes.

"Okay, who's afraid of who?" Ye Fan showed no sign of weakness and was full of anticipation for the upcoming competition.

For a moment, everyone gathered around, waiting for the poetry contest. Ye Fan took a deep breath, tried to make his mind clear, and began to think about the next poem in his mind. He knew that this was not only a competition, but also a test of his personal talent.

As everyone was looking forward to it, the battle gradually unfolded, and the contest between Ye Fan and the provocateur also reached its climax at this moment. The entire Huantian City was boiling with excitement for this competition, and everyone was looking forward to the final result.

In this land where passion and wisdom meet, Ye Fan embarked on his own path of poetry with firm belief. Every word he wrote was a true expression of his inner world, and in this struggle, he gradually built a stronger belief and strength for himself.