The Savage Lady Wants to Kill Me! Reborn on the Path of Cultivation

After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.

The Lord of Xinyang City sat next to Yi Tian and said softly, "Sir, I heard that Xiguan City has been a little uneasy recently. The tribes of Xifan Country seem to have made some unusual movements, and there may be trouble."

Yi Tian frowned slightly, and said with dignity in his tone: "How dare the Western Fan Kingdom invade our divine territory?"

To the west of the Divine Realm is the Xifan Kingdom, which is adjacent to Xiguan City, but it is not within Yi Tian’s sphere of influence.

The so-called Xifan is actually a general term. There is no unified court in the territory. Instead, the scattered tribes and clans are independent and wars between them are frequent.

"Humph! If they really dare to come, my soldiers in the Divine Realm will surely repel them!" The Lord of Biluo City continued with a smile on his face, "The chief city lord is famous far and wide, how dare the Western Fan Kingdom invade? How about we write a poem together on the border as the theme?"

"Good idea!" Many generals responded.

Someone turned his gaze towards Yi Fan and suggested, "Young Master, you should be the first to start!"

"That's right! Young Master is a talented person in our Divine Realm. It's absolutely perfect for you to start the poem!"

Although there was some flattery in everyone's words, it was not completely groundless.

Although Yi Fan was keen on pursuing pleasure and indulging in a life of sensual pleasures, he had a special liking for reciting poems and composing them.

This is not surprising. While those playboys are indulging in pleasure, in addition to pursuing women and fine wine, they also need some more elegant activities to embellish their lives.

For Yi Fan, reciting poetry is precisely his favorite form of entertainment.

Yi Fan did not refuse the invitation. After a moment's thought, he tapped his wine glass with chopsticks and began to chant: "At the border of Xiguan, foreign bandits are causing chaos. These scoundrels are not worth mentioning. The Lord of the Divine Realm is feared by all. If anyone invades, I will punish him."

After finishing the chant, Yi Fan bowed to the people around him and said with a smile: "Shame on you! Shame on you!"

After a brief silence, there was a burst of applause.

Even Yi Tian, ​​who had always been disappointed with his friend, clapped his hands, which was rare.

Duan Tianyang really wanted to hold his forehead with his hand. He was already in an extremely depressed mood, and now he had to sit here and endure the endless compliments.

"How dare you call this a poem? I'm afraid even a primary school student could easily write such a work. Moreover, there is no depth in it, it is just a eulogy to his father."

At this time, Ling Ziyan rarely spoke up and said, "In view of everyone's elegance tonight, why don't we let Young Master Duan, who just shone in the treasure hunt competition, compose an impromptu poem for us? Young Master Duan has an extraordinary appearance, and I believe his literary attainments are also good. He will definitely open our eyes."

How could Ling Ziyan not know how strong Duan Tianyang is?

Apart from being good at making some obscene things, how could he know how to write poetry?

Her purpose was to deprive Duan Tianyang of his dignity in the eyes of everyone, make him lose face in front of everyone, and completely shatter his inner self-esteem.

She firmly believed that only in this way would Duan Tianyang obey her and stay by her side willingly.

Seeing this, Chen Ximeng quickly stood up and said in an approving tone: "That's right, Brother Duan's cultivation is still shallow, and he must have devoted himself to literature and art. I wonder if you can let us see it for ourselves?"

After being defeated by Duan Tianyang today, his heart was already filled with resentment. How could he let go of this opportunity to save face and please the princess?

Duan Tianyang had a helpless look on his face. He knew that the crazy girl Ling Ziyan definitely wanted to embarrass him, but unfortunately she had miscalculated and thought he was the stupid pig of the original owner?

OK, you want to play, right? Then I'll play with you!

Oh! I am afraid that even if I recite a poem I learned in primary school, I can still amaze you!

Duan Tianyang slowly stood up and bowed to Yi Tianshen, then said to everyone: "Since you are so interested, I will show you my ugliness!"

Horses gallop every ten miles and whip their horses every five miles.

The letter from the Protectorate General arrived, and the Huns surrounded Jiuquan.

Snow is falling on the mountains and the beacon fires are extinguished without smoke.

After Duan Tianyang finished reciting, the scene was silent, as if even breathing was frozen.

People stared at him with wide eyes and disbelief, as if trying to comprehend what was happening.

Is this an impromptu poem by Duan Tianyang? People were deeply shocked.

This poem has concise language, strong sense of rhythm, ingenious conception, profound meaning, and every sentence is just right.

Everyone present was working rapidly, trying to find traces of this poem deep in their memories, wondering if Duan Tianyang had quoted it from some dusty collection of poems.

However, no matter how hard they searched, they could not find the source of the poem.

Ling Ziyan's face changed slightly. She was sure that she had never heard or seen this poem before. If it was such a beautiful poem, she would never forget it.

Her eyes wandered over Duan Tianyang, as if she was getting to know him all over again, her heart filled with confusion and curiosity.

Chen Ximeng also looked at Li Yu in shock. His thoughts were in a mess and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

Seeing everyone's shocked reactions, Duan Tianyang felt very satisfied and his mood became cheerful.

He smiled and asked, "What do you think of my poem?"

Without waiting for others to answer, Yi Fan was the first to applaud and praise.

Yi Fan knew very well that there was a huge difference between the poem he wrote and the one written by Duan Tianyang.

Following Yi Fan's cheers, the other people present suddenly woke up from their dreams and joined in the applause.

Soon, the sparse applause turned into thunderous cheers.

Duan Tianyang was already prepared and full of confidence for such a response.

This poem, namely "Longxi Xing" by the Tang Dynasty poet Wang Wei, is not only extremely appropriate, but also quite fitting for the occasion.

This was because Duan Tianyang gave Yi Fan some face. If he had taken out those famous ancient poems that had been passed down for thousands of years, everyone present would probably have been shocked.

At this moment, Yi Tian couldn't help but praise Duan Tianyang: "I really didn't expect that Young Master Duan not only has an outstanding appearance, but also has such a profound literary accomplishment. The exquisiteness of this poem is really amazing."

Although the poem is not as flattering as his son's, there is no flaw in it.

Ling Ziyan just didn't believe it. Was this still the Duan Tianyang she knew?

She turned to Duan Tianyang and said with a smile: "Young Master Duan, it is rare that your foster father thinks so highly of you. I wonder if you can write another poem for everyone to observe and learn from, okay?"

Duan Tianyang sighed secretly in his heart, this vicious woman, she really won't give up until she reaches the Yellow River! If you want to embarrass me, just say it directly, and do these things.

On the surface, he pretended to be embarrassed and responded: "Since Lord Yi and the princess have such a refined taste, although I am not very talented and knowledgeable, I can only perform my ugliness again."