Hearing Wren's words, everyone present was stunned for a moment.

Yates seemed to hear the funniest joke in the world, and he was stunned for a few seconds, and finally couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Hahaha...... You, a mud-legged man from the countryside, want to compare it to a poem with me?"

His face was full of contempt, and he said arrogantly: "Do you know what poetry is?"

The priests around him shook their heads and laughed, looking at Wren as if they were looking at a clown.

Even Viola was embarrassed to see if Wren was stimulated by Yatetz.

Competing in swordsmanship, she is very confident in Wren, but when she compares it to poetry, it is self-inflicted.

She and Wren get along day and night, and are intimate, but she has never seen Wren write any poetry, and apart from being musically gifted, he has hardly shown any talent in other arts.

Yatertz was the most talented poet in Lonzand, who wrote several excellent poems, and was praised many times by President Hasilin, and was quite famous and widely circulated throughout the empire, and often had admirers from various cities in the empire to visit Yaterts in Lunsander, just to see the real face.

If it were only a poem, President Hasilin would not dare to say that he was superior.

It was with these poems that Yatetz became a deacon of the Art Society, entered the Church of Good Nature, and became a priest.

Although he has not yet received the blessing of the long-haired lady because of his too young qualifications, no one will doubt that he will get the magic sooner or later.

Viola took Wren's hand and whispered a few words in his ear, telling him about the situation.

Wren shook his head after hearing this, not wanting to change his mind.

The reason why he is so confident is because there is a book of poems in his mobile phone, which was brought from the earth, with a thick volume of nearly one million words, including various forms of classic poems in ancient and modern China and foreign countries.

No matter how talented Yates is, can he still compare to the many amazing talents in his previous life?

And it is compared to poetry by relying on quick wit, time is limited, and he has a ready-made collection of poems, and he can beat Yatetz by copying a random poem.

Anyway, copying music is copying, copying poetry is also copying, no one knows the truth, just be cheeky and copy wildly.

Since Yatertz wants to beat himself in what he does best, let him enjoy the pain of being crushed by someone in what he does best!

When Yatetz saw Wren and Viola's intimate actions, he was even more jealous, and the delicate Jun showed disdain on his face, and said: "Comparing it to a poem with you, this is an insult to me, and I refuse." ”

He put on a high posture, and really felt that the price of comparing poetry with Ren was too low, and even if he won, he would not be worthy of praise.

"If you don't write poetry, I won't compete with you in swordsmanship. ”

Wren suddenly grasped Yatetz's psychology and used the sword competition that the other party wanted as a threat.

Yatetz looked stunned, he didn't understand why Wren was so stubborn, he hesitated in his heart, feeling that he couldn't lose, and mocked: "It seems that Mr. Wren doesn't know anything, probably wants to appreciate my poems, okay, then I'll fulfill you." ”

"How do you want to compare?" he asked casually.

"Whatever you want. "Wren was more casual than Yatetz, as if he had won.

Yatetz's eyes sank, thinking that Wren was just trying to tease him, he suppressed his anger, looked at Hasilin, and said, "Your Excellency, please write a title for the poem, and give an evaluation of our poem, and divide the high and low." ”

"Yes. Haxilin nodded in agreement.

He glanced at Wren, and the literary giant was actually wondering in his heart, wondering why Wren knew that he would lose, but he still did this, did he have other intentions?

In his opinion, Wren did not look like such a shallow young man.

Hasilin thought for a moment and said, "You are all fighting for (love ài) (情 qíng), then take 'love ài) (情 qíng)' as the theme, each compose a poem, with a time limit of ten minutes." ”

As he spoke, he took out his pocket watch and began to time.

(爱ài) (情 qíng). ”

Yatetz chuckled, what he is best at writing (情qíng) poems, he usually doesn't know how much he writes, and he immediately thinks about it very skillfully.

Wren also pretended to think, but in fact, he had opened the book of poems and searched for it with (爱ài) (情qíng) as the keyword.

In a second, hundreds of poems popped out of view.

There are ancient poems and modern poems, each of which is a classic, but the imperial Orion language is a phonetic alphabet script, and the ancient poems are not translated with that kind of charm, and foreign (情qíng) poems are more suitable.

The genre of imperial poetry, which Wren had turned a few pages in the academy's books before, was similar to the poetry of the West in his previous life, with both a strictly standard form like a sonnet and a very free prose poem.

In less than half a minute, Wren chose a song.

Instead of rushing to show Hasilin that it was done, he went too far, but instead aroused suspicion and decided to wait a few more minutes.

Just over halfway through, Yatetz exclaimed, "Your Excellency, my poem is finished." ”

"Read it out. Haxilin said.

Yatetz had a different idea, and proposed: "Your Excellency, I would like to write this poem, and first test my swordsmanship with Mr. Wren, and wait until I have learned the art of swordsmanship, and then we will judge the poem together." He turned to Wren, "What do you think, Mr. Wren?"

Everyone understood Yatetz's intentions, and he wanted to recite his own poem on the spot while defeating Wren to achieve better results.

The arrangement is more dramatic, like a well-rehearsed performance.

Wren couldn't help but laugh dumbly, this drama has a lot of tricks, and he doesn't want to show off in front of people all the time, taking the opportunity to elevate his perfect image.

"I agree. Wren immediately agreed.

"Wren......" Viola's eyes were full of worry, but Wren shook his head at her slightly, looking very confident and reassuring.

The priests who had been watching for a long time were in an uproar, the female priestess had some sympathy with Wren, thinking that he had given up on himself, and the male priests were gloating, waiting to see Wren make a fool of himself.

Hasilin took out a pen and paper and asked the two to write down the poems separately.

Yates wrote very quickly, couldn't wait to write it, and handed it over to Hasilin.

Wren was unhurried, copying the poem on paper and writing it out word by word. Viola on the side of the paper saw the words on the paper, only read the first few sentences, and his expression changed slightly, and his eyes were infinitely surprised.

When she finished reading the poem, she was so excited that she stood on tiptoe and threw her head up to give Wren a long kiss.

"Hiss......"

This scene was shown in public (love ài), and Viola took the initiative, which stunned everyone.

Before the god (temple diàn) was silent, people looked at the men and women in intimate kissing, and their hearts (feelings qíng) were complicated.

They are all believers in the long-haired lady, and they can naturally feel that this kiss is full of beauty (love ài) (情 qíng).

This is completely in line with the teachings of the long-haired lady, Viola does not hesitate to show beauty, and uses true (情qíng) performances to awaken the true (love) in people's hearts, and to find and promote the good side of everything.

The eyes of the priestesses were full of brilliance, and their hearts were surging, even the male priests were amazed, although they were still a little jealous that Wren had been favored by the beauty, but the hostility in their hearts had subsided a lot.

Only Yatetz, jealousy almost erupted from his eyes.

His teeth rattled, and his right hand clenched on the hilt of his sword, and even his knuckles turned white from the force.

After a long time, Viola parted contentedly, and hurriedly handed over the paper on which the poem was written.

Hasilin took it and looked at it quickly, and was immediately moved.

He finally understood why Viola was so excited.

In other words, any lady who sees this poem is difficult to suppress, and she will inevitably be as moved as Viola.

Hasilin couldn't help but look at Wren seriously, as if he wanted to get acquainted with him again, and made no secret of his admiration for Wren.

Seeing the performance of His Excellency the President, everyone was very curious about what kind of poem Wren had written.

Yatertz had a premonition that something was wrong, but there was no other way, so he walked to the middle of the field, drew his long sword with a bang, and pointed it at Wren.

He didn't speak, but he made up his mind.

Wait a minute, not only to defeat Wren, but also to win the beauty, it is best to find an opportunity to pretend to miss and kill this pesky little white face.

Wren also came on the field, feeling extremely relaxed.

Writing poems and playing literary fights with others, although you can plagiarize, you always feel awkward, unfavorable, and not your own style.

He still likes martial arts, reasoning with people with his fists, and convincing people with reason.

"Who can lend me a sword?"

Wren asked, there was only one Ice Crusher Warhammer in the dragonskin belt, but since it was said that it was good to compete in swordsmanship, it would be better to use a sword.

Viola immediately took out an enchanted dagger from her space necklace, which was her spell-casting weapon, which was a superb piece of equipment, worth ten thousand gold, with several enchantment effects and accompanying spells.

This enchanted dagger can also be used in melee combat, it is very sharp and hard, but it is a spellcaster's weapon after all, it is not good for melee combat, and it is likely to be damaged.

Viola didn't feel distressed, and threw the dagger directly to Wren.

This made the onlookers envious, such an expensive spell-casting weapon was willing to be used to compete in swordsmanship, which was really a tyrannical thing.

At the same time, people are also aware of the depth of Viola's feelings for Wren, and they simply regard the golden shield as dung.

Wren caught the short sword, and as soon as he started to feel a burst of soul power infused into the whole (body shēn), his spirit immediately lifted up, knowing that this was the effect of casting acceleration and soul power recovery.

Then a priestess came up and said, "Mr. Wren, you may use my sword." ”

Her transcendent profession is a ranger, her appearance is very beautiful, her material is hot, and her overall appearance is only a cut away from Viola, and she is the second most beautiful woman in the audience.

The beautiful woman turned her back to Viola as she spoke, and threw a wink at Wren, her face ambiguous, and her intentions were clear.

Wren decisively refused: "Thank you for your kindness, I'll just use this short sword." ”

The priestess's eyes darkened, and she turned (shēn) back, giving Viola a good-natured smile.

"The people of the Good Church are all drama spirits. Wren said in his heart.

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