The artistic conception of the Peach Blossom Song has spread throughout the courtyard, and after a while, Su Yi, who was sitting in the pavilion, slowly opened his eyes and muttered softly:

"Happiness in suffering, chic life, but an idyllic poem can produce this kind of artistic conception, no wonder Lu Zicai said that this person is a master of poetics, and it is true..."

The previous "Yongliu" was shocking enough, but I didn't expect Ye Tian to create such a cautionary work, and it was also improvised, Su Yi's heart only sighed, and there was no envy, and then the first one stood up and applauded.

"Smack!"

The crisp voice sounded, and all the Confucian scholars finally came back to their senses, as if they had put down their wine glasses in the next life, and then puffed their palms, and did not nod their heads as before, but their faces were solemn, and they didn't know what to say.

Just now they were still holding the attitude of pointing, but they found that with their own poetic background, if they dared to point, it would definitely be an insult to the poem.

Because this poem is so perfect, the poetry and mood are impeccable.

This is a poem that can be sung for all generations, inspiring people to be optimistic even in the face of boring life.

"Master Ye, may I ask what is the name of this idyllic poem just now?" Su Yi bowed slightly and said respectfully.

"Master Ye, I didn't think that even a poetic genius like Su Yi Gongzi recognized Ye Tian as a master, it seems that my idea is really right..."

"With this poem just now, this young man named Ye Tian can definitely be called a master of poetics!"

Many people nodded secretly, and looked at Ye Tian's eyes with respect.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for the achievement 'Master of Poetics' and a chance to win an intermediate lottery! ”

While these people sighed, the voice of the system sounded in Ye Tian's mind, and he did not choose to draw the lottery immediately.

"Just call me Ye Tian, this poem is called Peach Blossom Anthem. Ye Tian waved his hand, and then said, "Young Master Su Yi, this time in the poetry friend competition, I don't know if I can read a few more poems?"

If he could, Ye Tian was ready to occupy the top three rankings, and when the time came, he could obtain five medium-grade spirit stones.

"Master Ye... Did Brother Ye improvise a number of poems?" Su Yi's pupils condensed slightly, and he was shocked.

"Yes, I have composed a total of three songs this time, and if I can, I will recite them all and let everyone correct them. ”

“... Yes, the voting for this poetry contest is only for poetry, if the three poems created by Brother Ye can occupy the top three positions, you can get five medium-grade spirit stones. Su Yi suppressed the shock in his heart and explained.

Hearing this, the Confucian people in the courtyard seemed to have exploded into a pot, and the shock sound of boiling water churned out.

"The peach blossom song just now is a seven-law idyll, a total of ten sentences, a full 140 words, and the combination is extremely mysterious, this poem alone is terrifying enough, this Master Ye actually improvised three poems at a time, how is this possible!"

"What a terrifying talent you have to be able to create so many poems in a short period of time, Xiaosheng never dared to believe that there was such a genius in the world!"

"Since this Master Ye Tian said, let's not have any more doubts, whether or not he really made three poems, I will know when I hear it. ”

Although Ye Tian is a second-grade alchemist, composing poetry consumes brain power, not spiritual power.

Each poem has a different artistic conception, and even the poetics masters of the realm will never be able to make multiple poems in a row in the time of a cup of tea, but Ye Tian can do it, which is a little appalling.

Nodding, Ye Tian stood up again and recited the Southern Song Dynasty poet, Lu You's "Boating and Watching Peach Blossoms".

After listening to this poem, everyone was shocked, although this poem is not as good as the peach blossom song just now, but it is extremely exciting.

After a few breaths, everyone gradually came back to their senses, Ye Tian smiled, and then recited Bai Juyi's "Peach Blossoms of Dalin Temple".

"It seems that Brother Ye is not a master, but a real poetic master..."

Bai Mingxuan said, and glanced at Lu Zicai, both of them had bitter faces, and secretly said that Ye Tian's poetic talent, even some deans of Confucian academies, can claim to be juniors, let alone them...

At this moment, although the Confucian scholars admired Ye Tian's poetry and literary talents, but in such a short period of time, they made three poems in a row, if the last two poems were unremarkable, they could still accept it, but each poem was wonderful, which is not like what human beings can do.

These people all secretly guessed that Ye Tian was probably not improvising, but reciting the poems and texts he had created in the past, after all, they had all created poems about peach blossoms and peach trees.

"There are doubts about late life!"

At this time, a blue-robed Confucian man slowly stood up.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they saw this, and secretly said, finally someone dared to question it.

"Do you have doubts, or do you have hemorrhoids?" Ye Tian blurted out and quipped.

"Quality window?" the green-robed Confucian wondered, obviously not knowing what the word meant.

In the Tianwu Continent, even children with strong physiques are very strong, and they never get colds and hemorrhoids, so there is no such disease word.

"Uh... It's okay, it's my native dialect, which means 'please say'. Ye Tian smiled lightly.

"Well, that night was the end of the window. The green-robed Confucian said politely, as if he was facing an elder, very respectful.

"Well, you have hemorrhoids. Ye Tian secretly held back a smile.

"Later students dared to guess that among the poems that Master Ye Tian had just recited, there should be poems created in the past, not all of which were improvised. ”

The green-robed Confucian said, a little suspicious in his heart, he did not participate in the poetry friend competition, so when the Confucian scholars were composing poems, did he glance around, and inadvertently saw Ye Tian's boring atmosphere at that time.

If after thinking for a long time, he would still be able to understand the three poems and quatrains, but Ye Tian tasted wine and picked his nose before, not at all like he was creating, but like he was waiting boringly, he couldn't believe it.

After all, these three poems were created by Ye Tian in an instant, right?

Hearing this, Ye Tian didn't get angry, but smiled lightly, "What does this benevolent brother mean is cheating?"

"The late student does not dare to assert, this is just the speculation of the late student, if there is any offense, please forgive the master. The green-robed Confucian priest once again said respectfully, he admired Ye Tian's poetic talent, but literature itself needs to be critical and skeptical, so that it can be better communicated.

"Since Brother Ren doesn't believe it, let's ask the question, I'll try my best... One step into a poem. Ye Tian slowly stood up and said with a smile, the three hundred Tang poems and Song lyrics in his mind had long been hungry and thirsty.