"Hehe......"

The prince of the Jueluo Empire smiled, the mouth of this white-eyed wolf was too damaged, but he liked it very much, after all, Ye Fan was from Xuanwu Prefecture like him.

"Poof......

Jin Changgeng was even more exaggerated, squirting out a sip of tea, almost laughing.

He Yunqi and Lin Qingfeng were so angry that their faces were like pig's liver, but they couldn't fight with a wolf, so they could only suffer a dumb loss.

"Hmph, if you can't do it then, see who is ashamed!"

Lin Qingfeng also tore off his mask at this moment and said coldly.

Hearing him say this, everyone couldn't help but shift their eyes to Ye Fan, good poems are not so easy to make, sometimes it all depends on a flash of inspiration.

"How do you know I'm not good?" Ye Fan glanced at the two of them, looking confident.

"Then you're here to open our eyes?"

He Yunqi sneered, he didn't think that Ye Fan would be able to make any good sentences in a short period of time, I was afraid that it was mostly perfunctory.

However, even if Ye Fan is really perfunctory, they can't hear it, and no matter how good the poems are, they can't see it in their eyes, a typical cow chewing peonies.

"Smell the fragrance and know the magnolia!"

Ye Fan took one step at a time, and the first sentence was softly spoken, Jin Changgeng and Sikong Po's eyes lit up, and the opening sentence was clear, Ye Fan's sentence was definitely a good sentence for the ages, but I didn't know what it would be like next.

The eyes of the prince of Jueluo flashed with brilliance, as a prince, he learned a lot, not only martial arts cultivation, but also classics of governing the world, and he also had an understanding of poetry and songs, and he knew the beauty of this sentence when he heard it.

At the same time, Prince Jueluo wondered for a while, he had already sent someone to investigate Ye Fan's origin, but it was just a small isolated mountain village, how could he be so literate?

"Could it be that there was once a high-ranking hermit in that small mountain village?"

The prince of Jueluo Kingdom shook his head slightly, this possibility is too low, so low that it can be ignored. It's definitely not that coincidental.

He Yunqi and Lin Qingfeng rolled their eyes, they couldn't hear the beauty of this poem, but in any case, Ye Fan held back a sentence, which made their hearts sink.

Of course, no one explained these things to them, but the eyes of the eight young female cultivators flashed brightly. Looking at Ye Fan's gaze, there was a kind of intoxicating light of worship.

As the maids of the Qi Shi Mansion, in addition to their daily practice, they also have to learn poetry and songs, so they immediately heard the beauty of Ye Fan's first sentence.

At this time, Ye Fan took the second step: "Yajie is fresh and charming!" ”

As soon as this sentence came out, everyone who knew poetry couldn't help but be shocked, although it was only two sentences, but it had almost pointed out the characteristics of orchids. And it is implicit but not revealing, which has a unique charm.

"Just these two sentences are enough to be passed down through the ages, Brother Ye is really talented!"

Sikong Po shook his head, such a poem is not only suitable for the occasion, but also has a good artistic conception.

"Two sentences are good does not mean that a poem is good, and you can see whether it is good or bad when it is all made!"

Lin Qingfeng didn't know the current affairs and said another sentence, which caused everyone except He Yunqi to look at him.

"Am I wrong?" Lin Qingfeng's face was triumphant. I don't feel like I'm saying anything wrong.

"Alas! Summer insects can't talk about ice ......"

Prince Jueluo felt that sitting with such a person was simply a bargain. Didn't understand anything.

"It's worthy of painting and singing, and it's also suitable for spring and autumn!"

At this time, Ye Fan took two steps in a row, and the next two lines of poetry also chanted casually, which, together with the previous two sentences, is simply the best description of orchids. Although it does not have the style of plum, it has a unique taste.

At this moment, He Yunqi and Lin Qingfeng were really stunned!

Even if they don't understand poetry, they can understand that Ye Fan's four poems are definitely good sentences.

He Yunqi and Lin Qingfeng, who had touched a gray nose, finally learned well and stopped talking. just followed behind and watched without saying a word, how ugly and ugly his face was.

Next, Ye Fan and his entourage came to the bamboo garden full of green bamboos, a faint bitter taste shocked everyone's spirits, and sure enough, a scenery is a small world, although it is different from the space opened up by those supremes, emperors, and gods, but the Sikong family, who is proficient in the laws of space, has achieved a small view.

Here, Ye Fan made another popular poem, and now He Yunqi and Lin Qingfeng had nothing to say.

Although they have little attainment in literature, their ability to observe words and emotions is not weak, and it can be seen from the reactions of Sikong Po and Jin Changgeng, as well as Prince Jueluo and others, that the poem made by Ye Fan is also excellent.

After drinking and chatting in the bamboo garden for a while, everyone came to the last scenery - the Golden Autumn Garden!

The entire Golden Autumn Garden is like a golden ocean, full of blooming chrysanthemums, the intoxicating aroma permeates the air, and the temperature is relatively high.

The autumn is crisp, the golden chrysanthemums are in full bloom, and the environment in the Golden Autumn Garden is very different from several other areas, and everyone seems to have entered a golden country.

Walking in the golden chrysanthemums everywhere, Ye Fan seemed to be playing, and there was no sign of writing poetry at all!

Seeing this scene, He Yunqi couldn't help but speak again: "Ye Dacaizi, you already have three excellent works, how can this ending one not be worse than the other three, right?" ”

"Yes, this garden is a sea of chrysanthemums, according to your previous practice, it should refer to chrysanthemums as poems, right?" Lin Qingfeng also echoed and said.

The two of them simply healed the scars and forgot the pain, and they said before that Ye Fan couldn't make any good sentences, and they were finally slapped in the face, and now they are here again.

Sikong Po frowned, he didn't want to have a seizure, because after all, this was his family's business, and his reputation came first, and he couldn't offend the guests no matter what.

Jin Changgeng secretly regretted it, he knew that he would never invite those two people like this, it was completely troublesome, and he used to treat them as friends that he could make, but now it seems that it is completely unnecessary.

Prince Jueluo is even less interested in them, but the two sides have no grudges, and it is not good to turn their faces for the sake of a Ye Fan and the holy son of the two major sects.

However, Prince Jueluo has already made up his mind, if they meet in the competition, they will definitely be slashed!

At this time, Ye Fan was struggling fiercely in his mind, and he thought of two poems related to chrysanthemums. are very domineering, and it is difficult to choose for a while!

Hearing their words, Ye Fan immediately smiled, and said with a smile: "Since you want to know so much what kind of poems I will make, then I will be as you wish!" ”

"I'll hear you!"

He Yunqi smiled coldly, although he didn't dare to underestimate Ye Fan in terms of literary attainments. But it is almost too difficult to surpass the first three in the last poem, especially the first one, which has been perfected and is difficult to surpass.

Ye Fan also felt that it was indeed difficult to be surpassed in the artistic conception of that Yongmei, but he still had two killer features, so he was not worried.

These two capitals were made by the leader of an insurrectionary army, absolutely majestic, very suitable for the monks of this world, absolutely earth-shattering.

glanced at the two of them. Ye Fan smiled, looking like he was holding a bamboo in his chest, and he saw that the hearts of the eight young female cultivators were fluctuating, as if they were carrying a little rabbit in their arms.

Sikong Po, Jin Changgeng, and Prince Jueluo also held their breath and bent their ears, for fear of missing a word.

The white-eyed wolf pursed his lips with disdain, it didn't believe that Ye Fan could make any good sentences.

It's just a pity that they don't know. In China, there are too many good poems.

Chu Xuanji is also a typical miscellaneous family. Hundreds of schools, five elements and eight works, three teachings and nine streams, all of them are involved, and even Ye Fan has learned a lot.

"Stay until autumn comes September 8!"

In front of everyone's eyes, Ye Fan chanted the first sentence. It is the famous chrysanthemum of the Huang Chao, the general of the sky!

The first sentence was mediocre, He Yunqi and Lin Qingfeng couldn't help but smile, this sentence was too ordinary, and there was no artistic conception at all.

The eight young female cultivators were also stunned, Ye Fan shouldn't be so substandard. This first sentence is simply nothing, and compared to the previous three songs, this first sentence is definitely much worse.

"I'm still August 9!"

The white-eyed wolf lost no time in striking a sentence, it still remembered what Ye Fan said about it last night, and he would get it back at the first opportunity.

“――”

Ye Fan has the urge to beat the white-eyed wolf, and always dismantles his own platform!

"Good poetry, really good poetry!"

Just when Sikong Po and Jin Changgeng were frowning, Lin Qingfeng suddenly said this, which couldn't help but make everyone stunned, could he hear something extraneous?

Seeing his smiling expression, everyone immediately understood that this kid was deliberately sarcastic about Ye Fan, otherwise how could he say such a thing?

In the face of Lin Qingfeng's sarcasm, Ye Fan was so angry that he opened his mouth lightly, and chanted the second sentence: "I will kill a hundred flowers after the flowers bloom!" ”

In this sentence, Ye Fan used his sound skills, and his voice was like earth-shattering thunder, constantly echoing in the sky above the entire Qi Shi Mansion, like a dragon's chant!

He Yunqi and Lin Qingfeng were caught off guard, their ears were shocked, their qi and blood surged, and they couldn't help but take three steps back, and when they looked at Ye Fan again, their eyes were full of inexplicable fear.

These seven words are simply too domineering, I will kill a hundred flowers after the flowers bloom, what a domineering thing this is, unparalleled in the world, and the monk needs such an invincible posture.

In just seven words, the artistic conception of the whole poem is much higher than the previous Yongmei poem, and it is suitable for monks!

Sikong Po's eyes emitted a wolf-like green light, based on this sentence alone, the style of Ye Fan's poem must be extraordinary, it seems that he really picked up a treasure this time.

Such a person must be befriended, and he may be able to bring unexpected benefits to his family in the future!

"Heavenly Incense Array through the Immortal Mansion!"

Ye Fan took a step forward and approached He Yunqi and Lin Qingfeng, shocking the two of them back a few steps at once.

At this time, Ye Fan seemed to have an inexplicable momentum on his body, although he did not exude any terrifying aura, but he still forced the two of them back at the same time.

"It's ...... Temperament? ”

Sikong Po suddenly thought of an almost ethereal legend, and looked at Ye Fan with a shocked expression.

"The city is full of golden armor!"

When the words fell, Ye Fan's four lines of poetry were all chanted, and his momentum climbed to the extreme, like an ancient saint!

"This ...... How is this possible?! ”

He Yunqi and Lin Qingfeng were already dumbfounded, they never expected Ye Fan's last poem to be so majestic.

Although no matter how good the poetry is, it can't make up for the gap in strength, but Ye Fan seems to have an inexplicable thing on his body, not holy power, but it is equally powerful and grabs people's hearts.

"After my flowers bloom, a hundred flowers will be killed! It's really a legendary temperament!! ”

Sikong Po's heart fluctuated, but he didn't expect to be able to see such a strange thing reappear in the world in his lifetime.

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Everyone gathers firewood and the flame is high, one person can do it, thank you!! …… (To be continued.) )