"Hmph, this kid is really arrogant!" the young man in the box squeaked as he pinched his teacup.

Let's see how he makes a poem in eight steps. ”

The white-haired old man smiled, his face relaxed.

"Eight steps, yes, very good, you give me eight steps to ......"

Da!

Li Shouyi's words were suddenly interrupted by a sound of footsteps.

"August Lake Level!"

Before everyone could react.

Yi Chen has already taken the first step and said the first line of poetry.

Poof!

The young man in the box squirted out a sip of tea.

The group of students laughed so hard that their stomachs hurt.

August Lake Levels?

What kind of poem is this?

Can this also be called poetry?

It's better than a ten-year-old child's limerick!

"I thought you dared to belittle Cheng University, how talented you are. Hehe, it turns out that you are at this level!"

Li Shouyi was so angry that he shook his head again and again.

With the level of this kind of poetry, what can be compared with the "Great Thousand Lives and Deaths" of Cheng University?

Da!

Ignoring everyone's ridicule, Yi Chen took the second step - "Han Xuan is too clear!"

Rumble!

In an instant, everyone's minds were buzzing and blank.

If the first sentence of "August Lake level" is just a limerick poem for a ten-year-old child.

Then the second sentence of "Han Xuan is too clear" is from a ten-year-old child, instantly transformed into a great Confucian poet who reads poetry and books!

From the trough to the peak, it was only in a moment.

This sudden change is not only not abrupt, but like a natural creation.

"The level of August Lake, the Han Xuan is too clear! Yes, it is a little level. ”

The white-haired old man held the teacup in his hand and nodded with a smile

Just these two sentences, the level of ordinary scholars, is far worse than that of teachers. Besides, this fairy lake is vast and boundless, how can such an atmosphere be described in two simple sentences?"

The young man said indignantly.

Da!

Just when everyone was talking about the second sentence.

Easy dust, two steps in a row!

"Steaming Immortal Mengze, shaking the Jade Capital City!"

Two lines of poetry, ten words, such as Hong Zhong Da Lu, resounded through Wanghu Tower.

Syllable!

There was a crunch.

The white-haired old man looked sluggish, his hand slipped, and the white porcelain teacup fell to the ground.

Even if the hot tea splashed all over his body, he didn't know it, like falling into a dream.

These two sentences are only slightly similar, but compared to the teacher, they are still ...... Teacher, teacher, why are you crying?"

The young man looked surprised.

The great Confucian of the time, the spiritual teacher of countless scholars, actually burst into tears at this time, and actually cried.

"No, it's okay!" the old man wiped his tears and cried with joy, "Good poetry, really good poetry!

"If you want to help without a boat, you will be ashamed of the saint!"

......

"Sitting and watching the angler, there is nothing to envy the fish!"

......

Eight steps out, eight sentences into a poem!

At this moment, even people who no longer understand poetry are already full of shock.

That kind of expression is like seeing a beggar sitting on the ground begging for food, revealing a jade seal of the country, and becoming the emperor and the son of heaven above ten thousand people.

Stunned!

Like a bolt from the blue!

"This poem seems to be pretty good. ”

The young man in the gorgeous brocade robe, Mu Muran said at this time, with a look of distraction on his face.

"It's not bad, it's far better than those two clumsy sentences of old decay! This person has the world in his heart, swallows mountains and rivers, and the ravines in his chest are almost unfathomable!"

The old man held on to the railing, looking at the vast fairy lake from afar, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

After listening to Yi Chen's eight-step poem, both Li Shouyi and the students were silent at this time.

I'm speechless!

"Plagiarism! must be plagiarism!"

In the crowd, a student pointed at Yi Chen and screamed.

It's Zhao Zihao.

The family has been in business for generations, and he is the son of a well-known wealthy businessman.

Because Yi Chen stayed at Shangguan's house, he was very close to Shangguan Wan'er, whom he liked.

Zhao Zihao has always been on the wrong path with Yi Chen, and he has been doing it against him all day long!

"Who is Yi Chen, don't you know? How can a person who can't even memorize the Taoist scriptures become a poem in eight steps?"

Zhao Zihao said firmly.

"Tao Jing?"

Hearing these two words, Yi Chen was slightly stunned.

In my mind, the memories of my past life and the memories of this life are blended together.

100,000 years ago, he was in his previous life, and after he was reborn, the world brought the king of all scriptures of the earth, the Tao Sutra.

Since then, this short 5,000-word scripture has spread throughout the world and has become the mother scripture of enlightenment for everyone.

In the Xuanhuang world, familiarity with the Taoist scriptures is the basic skill of almost everyone.

Just like learning Chinese pinyin and learning English letters, even three or four-year-old children can memorize them well.

"I didn't expect that the Taoist scripture I brought would be reduced to a three-character scripture. ”

Yi Chen's face was bitter and he smiled helplessly.

At that time, his original intention of spreading the Taoist Sutra was to spread the strongest foundation-building technique in this sky-covering novel throughout the Xuanhuang world.

Let everyone, in the foundation building secret realm, be able to practice the strongest exercises, and everyone is at an equal starting line.

As a result, in the declining wilderness, the Taoist Sutra, which is the first exercise of the foundation of the secret realm, has actually become a textbook for enlightenment in the Three Character Sutra and the surnames of hundreds of families.

They are just memorized and used to read and write, which completely deviates from the original meaning of the Tao Sutra.

It's like a poor man who picks up a large piece of gold, and instead of exchanging money to improve his life, he uses it to press pickles and pave roads.

It's just buying and returning the pearls, and destroying the heavens!

"Hahaha...... If you look at him like this, you probably have forgotten even the Tao Sutra! How can such a person become a poem in eight steps?"

Seeing Yi Chen's wry smile, Zhao Zihao thought that he had memorized it at all, and couldn't help laughing louder and louder.

Hearing his words, the rest of the people also questioned their faces.

That's right!

At the level of Yi Chen, he can't even memorize the simplest Taoist scriptures, how could he suddenly make such amazing verses?

Moreover, it is still like the legend recorded in the history books, stepping on eight steps, step by step into poetry!

"The Tao is also the Tao, and the Tao is not the constant Tao. The name can be named, and the name is not constant. Nothing, the name of the beginning of all things......"

Poof!

As soon as Yi Chen spoke, a cold young man next to him couldn't help laughing.

"It's a good way, it's a very good way. The name is famous, and the name is not very famous. Even the first sentence of the opening sentence of the Taoist Sutra will be misremembered, I really don't know what book you read since you were a child?"

The corners of Lin Tiancheng's mouth curled, and his cold eyes were full of sarcasm.

He is an honor student of Yunshan Academy, the most favored by Li Shouyi, and the most promising student to be admitted to Xiucai this year.

Originally, Li Shouyi mentioned Cheng Muming's poems because he wanted to make a question on the spot, and let many students compose a poem with the theme of Fairy Lake.

This is a chance for Lin Tiancheng to be in the limelight.

As a result, before he could speak, Yi Chen had already stolen the limelight.

If it weren't for the public, Lin Tiancheng would have wanted to beat people now.