Ye Lin bowed down and picked up the snacks on the floor, brought them to the white-robed man and said, "You should eat them all"

"What nonsense are you talking about, you have eaten too much wine, and your brain is not clear!" The man raised his hand to knock down the snack in Ye Lin's hand and looked at Ye Lin with contempt.

Ye Lin asked, "How do you think you are learning?" ”

"You still have the face to learn from this Daoist person, and you can only learn it at the next level, but you are a hundred times stronger than your shameless Daoist!"

The white-robed man's expression was still arrogant, Ye Lin nodded and said: "Poor Dao has to compete with you to learn, if Poor Dao loses, leave this Chongwen Hall, if you lose, pick up these snacks and eat them!" ”

The white-robed man said, "Only learn by competition? Okay, if you lose, get out of Chongwentang, listen, get out of Chongwentang! ”

Ye Lin asked Marven on the side: "Master of the Ma family, what are the first three questions?"

Marven hurriedly stepped forward and said: "Dao Chief, the first three questions are about wine, plum, and moon, and the poems are all answered by this talented man of the Wang family, and the comments of several of you are not bad."

After hearing this, Ye Lin said to the white-robed genius: "I have a psalm, which is ten million times better than you!" ”

"Ten million times? You Taoist priest really dare to speak! If you really have poems, just make them and read them, you have been asleep since you first entered this Chongwen Hall, and then you frequently secretly drank Wenwen, and you are really ashamed to sit next to you! A talented man next to Ye Lin said loudly,

Ye Lin ignored the man's words, his eyes stared at the white-robed man and said in a deep voice, "I'll write it to you!" ”

"The Taoist chief is slow, all the talented people sit down, since the two of you want to compete in poetry, you might as well write it on paper, and the next few Confucians will judge the winner!" Marven stood up and said.

"Okay, then ask this Taoist to let a few great Confucians see your masterpieces!" The white-robed man nodded.

Ye Lin was silent, picked up the pen and wrote something silently on the paper, but Yi Yi quietly came to Ma Wen's side and whispered: "If Daoist Ye gets out of Chongwen Hall today, the Ma family won't even think of a grain of refined salt."

Marven understood, and also whispered to Yiyi: "I understand below"

Soon, Ye Lin finished writing, handed the paper to the maid who stepped forward, lowered his head and knocked the pastry that the white-robed man fell to the ground, and quickly picked it up, the white-robed man looked at Ye Lin who bowed his head coldly, and Marven on the other side hurriedly came to the back of the hall.

"A few gentlemen have seen it, for the sake of a few companies' share of refined salt, please ask a few gentlemen to help." Marven said to the several old men next to the copywriter.

The angry old man sat on the copy, reading the poems written by Ye Lin, and said after hearing Marven's words: "We have all seen it, but we old guys can't help the master of the Ma family, in the past hundred years, the old man has seen such a person for the first time, and the angry old man really wants to give him two crutches!" ”

"Sir, this Taoist is a person from Zixuan, with refined salt, my Ma family can prosper for a hundred years, sir, think twice!" When Marven saw the old man say this, his face suddenly turned gloomy.

At this time, another old man said to Marven: "Master Ma, go down, a few of us know that this is a matter of several shares, but we still can't help you."

Marven's face was even more gloomy, he didn't expect these old things to be so hard, and even refined salt could be given up for the sake of rules.

"Go tell them the results! Master Ma, we really can't help with this help, you better go to the inner hall first! The old man said to the maid and then to Marven.

Ma Wenshen nodded with this face, and came to the inner hall with the maid, what kind of talent did that person have? The poems made in the hall are all inferior. Thinking about what Yi Yi said to himself, Marven sighed, this time it is good to offend Zixuan, and his good days will come to an end.

"Mr. said: The poems made by the Taoist chief are ten million times better than the poems of this genius, and this competition is won by the Taoist master."

The maid's voice came into everyone's ears, Marven walked up to Yi Yi, bowed his head and said, "These old stubborns, Lord B also knows, and I can't do anything about them!" ”

Yi Yi patted Marven's shoulder and said happily: "Master of the Ma family, it's done well, I will definitely say a few good words for your Ma family in front of the Taoist leader!" ”

Marven looked at Yi Yi suspiciously, and asked the maid again, "Who do you say won?" ”

The maid replied, "If you go home, it is this Taoist who has won, and several gentlemen have said: The poems written by the Taoist are ten thousand times better than this genius, and the poems of this genius are like the light of the fireflies than the bright moon of the Tao."

Marven looked at the back of the hall with a puzzled expression, these old things obviously said that they couldn't help, why did they suddenly change their hexagrams.

"Eat, I heard it clearly!" Ye Lin got up and said coldly.

"You! What a Ma family, actually playing tricks on this kind of thing! ”

"You're not convinced? What else do you want? Ye Lin asked.

"I don't believe you're better than me! I want to see the leader! Let the head of the meeting call the shots! The white-robed man said in a loud voice.

"Yes, let the head of the guild kick him out!" The white-robed man said that, and another talented man said loudly behind him.

Ye Lin picked up the wine jug, poured himself a glass of fruit wine, drank it all, and said to the talents of Chongwentang: "Poor Dao is the head of the Wenhui"

"What! You are the head of the meeting, the head of the meeting that year is not held by the Great Confucian, if you are the head of the meeting, you will die on the pillar of the hall below" The white-robed man said in a loud voice.

"Ahem, Master Ma, the poor road is the leader, right?" Ye Lin turned his head and said.

Marven said loudly: "This is, this meeting, the leader, everything in the meeting, is what this Taoist chief says!" ”

Ye Lin stepped forward, patted the man in white on the shoulder and said, "Push harder, and it'll be over in one go."

The man in white's face turned red, raised his finger at Ye Lin, and said angrily: "You demon Dao, how can you be the head of the Wenhui Society!" ”

"He doesn't deserve it, are you?" A majestic voice came into the hall, and several old men came to the inner hall.

"Master Zhang, Master Wang, Master Liu, Master Ma, you are all here!" The white-robed man exclaimed after recognizing his appearance.

"If we weren't here, you stupid thing would have crashed into this hall with two blind holes!" The person who said this was the old man who was angry because of Ye Lin's poetry before.

"How can our Wang family have such a talent as you, it's really stupid! Why don't you hurry up and eat the dim sum, and get out of Chongwentang for the old man! An old man in a white robe stood up, slapped the man and said angrily.

Not only was the man not angry, but he endured the heat on his face, knelt on the ground, picked up the dim sum picked up by Ye Lin and ate it silently.

"Get out, there is no need to compare the next, the head of the meeting is so young, and write such a poem, and then there is no point in comparing, this literary meeting, the head of the meeting is the head of the text, this is the first poem, let you lose a clear" The old man said, and threw the poem written by the leaf on the copy.

Marven on the side hurriedly picked up the poem that the old man threw on the copywriting and said, "A few gentlemen, there is no need to show it to all the talents."

"If you don't read the good poems written by Taoist priests, how can you not let these waste materials understand!" The old man spoke.

Marven and Yiyi glanced at each other, their faces were embarrassed, and they wrote good poems, which were obviously hurtful.

"Let them see," Ye Lin said on the side.

Ye Lin said, Marven was helpless, first swept the poem written by Ye Lin, and then silently put the poem on the copy, then turned around, and said in a deep voice: "You should really take a good look at it, and understand if you lose."

Yi Yi, who was beside Ma Wen, was also stunned for a long time, and only after reading the poem in one breath did he say to Ye Lin: "Dao Chang is so old, and his literary talent is so high, which is rare in the world."

But Ye Lin beckoned to Yiyi. Yi Yi stepped forward, and Ye Lin said to Yi: "Refined salt, you give them a share, and the poor road will sleep first."

The words fell, and his body fell limply, Ye Lin was already drunk.