"Not good."

Qin Che's expression was indifferent, he was familiar with 300 Tang poems, and he couldn't compose poems and chanted, in his opinion, Mo Bai's poems could only be regarded as qualified.

Compared with the poetry of the Celestial Empire, it is not very good, it is all to exalt him.

"What did you say?" Mo Bai was stunned, he expected that Qin Che would not praise him, but he never dreamed that Qin Che's evaluation would be so low.

Everyone present was also stunned for a moment.

"I said no."

Qin Chexing's eyes were calm, he would not lower his head and please Mo Bai, nor would he deliberately belittle him with a clear conscience.

"You're not even a poet, so what's the right to belittle my poetry?" Mo Bai's face is gloomy, he is narrow-minded, domineering and vicious, no matter whether his poems are good or bad, he will not allow others to belittle him.

If it weren't for Wu Xiangwei, he would have made a move a long time ago and disabled Qin Che.

"If you're not a poet, you're not qualified to belittle?" Qin Che took a sip of tea, compared with the poems in his memory, Mo Bai wrote limerick poems, and it was difficult to get into the hall of elegance.

"Saying that my poems are worthless, I think you are grandstanding."

Mo Bai sneered and said, "You have the ability, you can make a poem for everyone to appreciate, if it is better than my poem, I will recognize your evaluation." ”

Hearing this, everyone also opened their mouths one after another, asking Qin Che to compose poems on the spot.

Although Mo Bai is ranked among the six masters with the help of his family, he does have real skills, and his attainments in poetry can be called the leader of the younger generation.

And Qin Che is just a nobody, his evaluation is not convincing at all, and everyone naturally thinks that he is grandstanding.

"Whether you approve of it or not, it has nothing to do with me, I'm not interested in proving anything." Qin Che spoke lightly.

"I don't think you're uninterested, you're scared." Mo Bai sneered and said, "If you're afraid, just say it, as long as you apologize, I won't remember the villain's mistakes and don't care about you." ”

"Afraid?" Qin Che raised his eyebrows, there were a group of poets standing behind him, would he be afraid of a second-order poet?

"If you're not afraid, why don't you dare?" Mo Bai despised Qin Che and did not hide his sarcasm.

"It's okay to write poetry, but it's just to prove that I'm not interested."

"Make a bet, if my poems are not as good as yours, then I apologize to you."

"On the contrary, you settle the account, no matter how many spirit stones, dare to bet?" Qin Che glanced at Mo Bai lightly, the reason why he changed his mind was because the system came out to join in the fun.

If he can get the approval of the nine adults present, then he will get a low-level lottery, otherwise, he will not have a chance to participate in the low-level task from now on.

"Self-inflicted humiliation."

Mo Bai smiled, moved his gaze to Wu Xiangwei, and said, "Master Wu, you won't interfere in this matter." ”

Hearing this, Wu Xiangwei shook his head lightly and did not say anything to persuade him.

In her eyes, Qin Che is a mystery that she can't see through, and she doesn't know how much skill he has.

However, she knows one thing, Qin Che will not do what she is not sure of, since he should fight, it is a victory in her hands.

Seeing Wu Xiangwei shaking his head, Mo Bai's smile became more and more intense, and said, "Compose poetry, I can't wait, I want to see your shame." ”

"You can't see it in this life, in the next life." Qin Che put down the teacup, didn't look at Mo Bai, and read slowly.

"Clouds want clothes, flowers want to look."

"The spring breeze blows Revlon."

"If it weren't for the Jade Mountain."

"I will meet Yaotai under the moon."

When the words landed, the audience was silent, Mo Bai's smile froze on his face, and everyone present froze, without exception.

No exclamation, no praise, but just in response to a sentence, silence is better than sound.

The sluggish expressions of the crowd and the shock that could not be concealed fully proved how extraordinary Qin Chanian's poems were.

This poem is the first of the three poems of Qingping tune, which is written by Li Bai, a poet who has been famous for thousands of years, and has been widely circulated and is the most suitable for the occasion.

Qin Che didn't know what Yang Guifei looked like, but Wu Xiangwei was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life, and he could afford this gorgeous poem.

The reason why I didn't read the last two poems is because one is enough, and the masterpiece of the poet immortal Li Bai is easy to crush Mo Bai.

"Yun wants clothes, flowers want to look..."Wu Xiangwei muttered, looking at Qin Che in a daze, losing his mind and losing his voice.

The same is true for all of you.

The rhetoric was so brilliant and subtle that they couldn't think of any words to use to describe the poem.

If Mo Bai's poem is excellent, then this poem is excellent, compared to this poem, Mo Bai's poem is indeed not very good.

Just when everyone was distracted, two lines of words appeared in the air, the golden light flashed, and the rhyme flowed.

It is the first song of Qingping tune.

The divine light is dazzling, the road marks are mysterious, and the peerless shadows are dancing, like fairies in the dust, seizing the glory of the sun.

The posture of the alluring city, the peerless elegance, is eighty percent similar to Wu Xiangwei.

"War Poetry!"

A man in brocade exclaimed, and everyone present also lost their voices one after another, and even Wu Xiangwei, who was cold and dusty and rarely surprised, was also moved.

First, because war poems are difficult to see, master poets may not be able to make them.

The second is because only the author can make the poems hang in the air and shine brightly.

Mo Bai was even more shocked, his already pale face became more and more pale, and there was no blood at all.

Only when the way of heaven is recognized, poetry has the ability to be unpredictable, and even the way of heaven is recognized, is there still suspense about the outcome or defeat?

"Mo Bai lost, he lost completely."

"Yes, even if it doesn't turn into a war poem, Mo Bai will be defeated."

"Mo Bai's poem is not qualified to be compared with this poem at all, and if it is compared, it is an insult to this poem."

Everyone spoke one after another, and finally understood that Qin Che was not grandstanding, he was right, Mo Bai's poems were indeed not good.

"Dazzled, I must be dazzled." Mo Bai lost his mind and realized that the person who humiliated himself was not Qin Che, but himself.

Not to mention a mortal work that can't be turned into a war poem, even a war poem that he is proud of, can't be compared with this poem.

"Sure enough, it turned into a war poem."

Looking at the peerless beauty dancing, Qin Che sighed softly, there was no accident, only helplessness.

Li Bai is a representative of Tang poetry, if he was born in this world, in this era, even if he can't set foot in the holy realm, he is second only to the existence of the holy priesthood.

It is normal for his masterpieces to be turned into war poems.

Qin Che was helpless, although he brought the first song of Qingping Tune to this world and waited like an author, he could not become a poet.

It's like he knows a little about Yan Ti Kaishu and a little about business, but he can't become a businessman or calligrapher.

Fortunately, Qin Che has an incredible, all-round system.

As long as he becomes a poet, he can invoke the power of the Heavenly Dao and condense the peerless immortal shadow, and only he can.

He is the first person in this world to recite the first song of Qingping tune, and he has an advantage that others can never reach.

"I don't need to say what the outcome will be."

Qin Che glanced at Mo Bai lightly, the result was already clear, except for Mo Bai, he was recognized by everyone here.