"Clouds, smoke, rain, snow, milky milk, rainbow, jade dust, ice and beads. Vientiane changes that foot ratio, if involved in the proposed purpose is not work. ”

Bai Zhantang paced five or six steps, and then read out a poem word by word. This poem is written about the scenery of Lushan, the first sentence describes the Lushan Waterfall, such as a waterfall of Changhong flying down, splashing water droplets and water vapor like clouds, smoke, rain and snow, giving people a lifelike, immersive feeling, the second sentence of the jade dust ice bead curtain is also, describing the waterfall like a jade curtain in general, very vivid.

The third and fourth sentences have a twist, pointing out that this scene is changeable, changeable, ingenious, and can be carved out by the hands of ordinary people in the world.

"Okay," Mr. Shui Qing shouted when he heard it, this poem is not only a rare masterpiece, but also extraordinarily appropriate, matching and complementing Tong Ning's painting.

This Bai Zhantang is really extraordinary.

Mr. Shui Qing has a very good impression of Bai Zhantang.

Tong Ning also clapped his hands and shouted, this poem by Pang Gu's disciple is really a good poem, comparing the waterfall to a milky way, wonderful. What's even more rare is that his choice of words, such as every word, is not inappropriate, and he is more than one level stronger than his disciple Hua Fang.

Tong Ning couldn't help glaring at Hua Fang, this bastard thing, today is a disgrace to his face, can't you do it, what else are you going to grab from others? It seems that when I go back, I will have to 'teach' him well.

Pang Gu touched the word 'one' with two fingers and smiled with satisfaction, Ziyu's poem can be regarded as a long face for him, this poem is not a god, but it can definitely be regarded as a top masterpiece, it seems that his knowledge has improved again.

Luo Yao also felt that Bai Zhantang's poem was quite good, and couldn't help but glance at Ye Tang with some concern, the masterpiece is not a cabbage, it is not so easy to make, I don't know if he has goods in his stomach?

Looking at the past with worried eyes, Luo Yao was a little angry again, what is this dead boy still holding her hand for? Hurry up and compose a poem.

Ye Tang was still in her hand, and she looked like she was enjoying it, Luo Yao secretly scolded the little pervert in her heart, and as soon as her hand twitched, she pulled her hand out, do you want to think about poetry if you continue like this?

Luo Yao suddenly took out his hand, and Ye Tang secretly said that it was a pity, Sister Luo's soft and delicate little hands really made him love it.

"It's your turn," Luo Yao glared at Ye Tang, dead boy, you can't bear it, right? If it weren't for the fact that there were so many people here, I would have to pull your ears off.

Little rascals.

"What?" Ye Tang was stunned, his mind was not on the poem at all.

"Poetry," Luo Yao was a little angry, taking advantage of her and taking advantage of her, which is really amazing.

"Oh, this is coming," Bai Zhantang finished? How can it be so fast.

Bai Zhantang wrote poems and Ye Tang didn't listen to them at all, and his mind was all on Luo Yao's hands.

"Ziqing, do you have a good poem?" Mr. Shui Qing asked with a smile, he didn't know anything about the small movements of his daughter and Ye Tang.

Tong Ning and Pang Gu also looked at it, Bai Zhantang's poem is a top masterpiece, I don't know what will happen to the poem made by this half-grown child?

Pang Gu felt that it was difficult for Ye Tang to make a masterpiece comparable to his own disciples, after all, he was still young, and his experience and knowledge were beyond his reach.

Tong Ning is a little looking forward to it, he knows some of Ye Tang's details, even if he can't make a masterpiece, he should be able to produce a masterpiece, right? No matter how good poetry is in general, it is impossible to be worse than his student Hua Fang.

"Good poetry? Oh, yes, whatever you want. Ye Tang was too lazy to talk nonsense, glanced at Tong Ning's painting and asked Hua Fang for a pen.

Hua Fang took a brush out, Ye Tang's mouth pulled up, glanced at him and said, "Nothing else but the brush?" ", take a brush and write for him, isn't this bullying?

It seems that he doesn't know how to use a brush, Hua Fang's mouth is crooked, and he quickly rummaged through his backpack and found a blue watercolor pen.

Bai Zhantang smiled contemptuously when he saw it, grass, compose poems, just compose poems, what pen do you want for b, is it a shame now? Mr. Shuiqing's disciple didn't even know how to use a brush, it was really useless.

Ye Tang didn't even glance at Bai Zhantang, took the pen and wrote in the blank space on the left side of Tong Ning's painting, the corners of Tong Ning's mouth twitched a little, this little thing, I don't know if it's a good poem, I actually went directly to the painting.

Speechless.

Pang Gu also smiled dumbly, the disciple of Shui Qing's old friend seems to be a little unreliable.

"It is said that the incense burner produces purple smoke, and the waterfall hangs in front of the river."

Ye Tang quickly wrote down two sentences, and Tong Ning smiled a little bitterly, these two sentences are very ordinary, but it's a pity that his painting is gone.

Pang Gu also laughed, these two poems are very ordinary, compared with Bai Zhantang's two sentences, they are simply one in the sky and one in the ground, and they cannot be compared.

"But that's it," Bai Zhantang chuckled when he saw it, this little bastard, that's all he can do, and he dares to rob Luo Yao with him, it's not a shame.

Bite off more than one can chew.

Hua Fang, Luo Yao and Mr. Shui Qing didn't say anything, just the first two sentences, what can they say?

As soon as Bai Zhantang's words came out, Luo Yao glanced at him disdainfully, just wrote two sentences, you are so anxious to bark, something.

Hua Fang knew Ye Tang's ability, and looked at Bai Zhantang with some pity, making conclusions so early, be careful of self-defeating.

"The flying stream goes straight down three thousand feet, okay, this sentence is atmospheric." Mr. Shui Qing finally laughed, Ye Tang wrote the sentence 'flying down three thousand feet', this sentence is really grandiose.

Tong Ning and Pang Gu also nodded, this sentence is really good, the waterfall is flowing down, more than 3,000 feet, very imposing.

"It is said that the incense burner produces purple smoke, and the waterfall hangs in front of the river. Feiliu went straight down three thousand feet, okay," Tong Ning shouted Okay, this sentence should be **, I don't know what the last sentence will be?

Tong Ning was a little itchy, judging from this sentence, Old Man Luo's disciple did have a few brushes.

Pang Gu glanced at Hua Fang, and flew straight down three thousand feet, which is similar to his 'straight down thousands of zhang', but it is much stronger than his words, it seems that the disciple of his old friend should have been inspired by Hua Fang.

Hua Fang was a little embarrassed, the two of them were indeed very similar, but it was obvious that the other party was better than him, ashamed.

Bai Zhantang despised Ye Tang even more at this time, and copied other people's if he couldn't make a good sentence, he was really thick-skinned enough.

"Suspicious, yes, silver, river, fall, nine, heaven." Bai Zhantang kept staring at Ye Tang writing, and when he saw the word Milky Way, his mouth was crooked, grass, not only copied Huafang's, but also copied his sentences, 'Clouds, Smoke, Rain, Snow, Milky Way Rainbow', the waterfall is like a Milky Way rainbow is his sentence.

This little bastard, shameless.

"It is said that the incense burner produces purple smoke, and the waterfall hangs in front of the river. The flying stream went straight down to 3,000 feet, and it was suspected that the Milky Way had fallen for nine days. ”

"Good, wonderful, majestic." Pang Gu, Tong Ning and Mr. Shui Qing didn't have Bai Zhantang's thoughts, Ye Tang finished writing the whole poem, and the three of them all praised it loudly, this last sentence is simply a little bit of a brilliant pen, god.

"Good poetry, good poetry, little one, you are a divine poem." Pang Gu's eyes widened, this disciple of Shui Qing's old friend is really amazing, incredible.

Tong Ning also said: "There is no doubt that the god is a god, the flying stream goes straight down three thousand feet, and it is suspected that the Milky Way falls into the nine heavens, a quatrain." Tong Ning couldn't help but swallow his saliva in his throat, it was one thing to listen to Hua Fang, and it was another thing to see it with his own eyes.

Marvel.

"Ziqing, good poetry!" Mr. Shuiqing's mouth is crooked, this Ziqing, it's really not admirable, and he really made a divine poem, which really gave him a long face.

Hua Fang also looked at the people with admiration, look at the people, the meaning is almost the same, but the sentence written is extraordinary, it is really a demon.

Luo Yao had already prepared in her heart, and she was not overly surprised, but at this time she still smiled happily, dead boy, it's really good, amazing.

Luo Yao gave Ye Tang a thumbs up, his poem is a lot higher than Bai Zhantang's artistic conception, God.

"Shameless! This is shameful plagiarism! ”

When everyone was amazed, they suddenly heard a loud roar, which was so angry that it almost broke everyone's eardrums.

(Ask for ticket collection.)

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