At this time, there was a skinny boy standing on the high platform, and when he saw the extremely handsome white face, he snorted coldly: "It's just a little white face, what kind of poems can you compose?" ”

"Judging people by their appearance, after all, you can't see the essence of things." Bai said lightly.

"The essence? This world is a world where people are judged by their appearance, and if you look as ugly as a pig, do you think someone will like you? The thin boy sneered.

"Pigs aren't ugly, it's just your heart that's ugly." Bai Qingyan waved the folding fan lightly and said coldly.

"Miss, this son is not only good-looking, but also very kind-hearted." Xiao Ying couldn't help but say.

"I know, Xiaoying, it turns out that there are really such people in this world, and it is not vain to wait for so many years." Long Xian looked at Bai Qingyan excitedly, and the admiration in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

She had an emotion in her heart that she had never had in eighteen years, there really was such a person in the world, who did not pay attention to the appearance of others but looked at the heart!

Ye Chong also stared at the farce on the stage with interest.

"Senior Brother, is there really no problem with Senior Sister Bai? How did I not know that she could also write poetry? A Wudang disciple asked Song Shenshu in a low voice.

"There must be no problem with light face, don't worry." Song Shenshu coughed.

Before joining the Tomb Sect, Bai Qingyan was a famous lady and famous for his poetry and paintings, but unfortunately he was accepted by the Tomb Sect because of the disaster at home.

"There's a lot to talk about, let's hurry up and compose poems." The thin man said disdainfully.

When it comes to composing poetry, there are only a handful of people in Yangzhou City who can defeat him, but unfortunately those people are not here today, so he is already in control.

The sons in the audience obviously understand this truth, although the thin boy has a bad character, his talent should not be underestimated.

But then Bai Qingyan taught him what it means to have a heaven outside the sky.

"Lying in the white robe of the New Year, the white door is very disobedient. The Red Mansion is cold through the rain, and the beaded foil floating lamp returns to the ...... alone" Bai Qingyan groaned softly, and immediately shocked everyone present.

"Good poetry! Good poetry! The sons in the audience were stunned.

The thin boy's face also changed, his pale face was blue, this hateful little white face, wrote poems several times better than him.

Although he didn't want to throw in the towel, no matter how far-fetched it was, he had already lost.

"Good poetry!" A hint of joy appeared between Long Xian's eyebrows.

Bai Qingyan is not only transparent, but also talented, will such a perfect person really like her? Are you willing to live and fly with a Qinglou woman like her?

"This chick is too powerful!" Although Ye Zhong doesn't know much about poetry, judging from the reactions of the following people, this chick's poems are very amazing.

"Count you ruthless!" The thin man glared at Bai Qingyan and walked off the stage angrily.

"It seems that today is the night between this son and Longxian, even the champion is not necessarily better than her."

"yes, it looks like his victory is decided."

"Miss, great, great." The warbler waved excitedly.

"Be quiet, everyone else is watching us." Long Xian's little face couldn't hide the smile, she knew that she had met the best person in her life.

Perhaps this is the legendary meeting of fate.

"Who else would like to try? If it weren't for this son, he would be the winner today! Xiao Ying walked to the stage and asked loudly.

"Senior brother, what if Senior Sister Bai lets Longxian discover her true identity?" The Wudang disciple asked with some concern.

"This, I think Qingyan must have her idea." Song Shenshu smiled bitterly.

The audience was speechless for a long time, and it seemed that everyone knew that it was no better than Bai Qingyan.

At this moment, a tall figure appeared on the stage, which surprised everyone, and Bai Qingyan also stared at the man in black who appeared on the stage.

"I want to try." Ye Zhong smiled.

"Who is he!?" Doubts flashed through everyone's minds.

Ye Zhong looks ordinary, but his figure is extremely tall, and there is a certain feeling of heaviness in his well-proportioned muscles, and the whole person looks like a mountain.

"You!?" Xiao Ying pointed at Ye Zhong and didn't know what to say.

"Isn't that possible? I guess there's no time limit. Ye Zhong unfolded the black fracture fan and chuckled.

"Of course, then you can come." Xiao Ying said coldly.

Long Xian frowned and looked at Ye Zhong on the stage, her heart had been given to Bai Qingyan at the moment, if this rough young man won the victory, she didn't know what to do?

"Does this guy really know how to write poetry?"

"Yes, you see that he looks five big and three thick, and he looks like a ruffian, is he embarrassed?"

"If he can compose poetry, I'll swallow dung!"

The sons and daughters in the audience said indignantly, although they didn't want Longxian to be kissed by Bai Qingyan, but compared to making a dirt bun like Ye Chong, Bai Qingyan was much stronger!

"Senior brother, what should I do? If this guy wins Senior Sister Bai, won't our plan be in vain? The Wudang disciples seemed a little anxious.

"Probably not, how does this kid look like a poet?" Song Shenshu shook his head and said.

"Hopefully he won't win!" Long Xian secretly prayed that she liked Bai Qingyan, not this big man with five big and three rough.

"Please." Bai Qingyan frowned.

If this young man wins her, then their plan this time will be a bit more variable, and the matter of catching the flower butterfly will become even more troublesome.

"I conceded." Ye Chongyi arched his hand and closed his eyes and pondered the poem.

"What is this kid doing? Do you think you can make a better poem than this son by closing your eyes? Idiot! ”

"yes, what a beating! This dirt bun! ”

"When he gets out of Tianxiang Building in a while, do you want to find someone to teach him a good lesson?"

The boys in the audience stared at Ye Zhong on the stage fiercely, eager to break him into pieces!

But when Ye Chong chanted the first sentence, everyone's faces changed.

"How is that possible!" Bai Qingyan's face changed, this rough young man in front of him could chant such a poem, what kind of person is he!

"Miss, what should I do?" Xiao Ying's face changed abruptly, she never thought that this rustic young man turned out to be a hidden talent.

"I don't know." Long Xian's face was like ashes, she didn't expect that life was so impermanent.

The sons in the audience all looked at Ye Zhong on the stage dumbfounded, and they didn't know what words to use to express their shock.

"Thousands of miles of warblers cry green and red, and the water village mountain Guo wine flag wind. There are 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties, and how many buildings are in the smoke and rain. Ye Chong chanted a song "Jiangnan Spring".

Bai Qingyan's poems only describe the spring rain, but Ye Chong's "Jiangnan Spring" contains all the real scenery of Jiangnan, and the artistic conception is far-reaching, like a Jiangnan ink painting.