"Master of Poetics?"

Su Yi's eyes condensed slightly, although Lu Zicai was not as talented as himself, he was also a well-known Confucian in Lingxi City, and even he said that this person was a master.

Su Yi couldn't help but sweep his gaze towards the person behind Lu Zicai, and when he saw the badge on Ye Tian's chest, he was secretly shocked, "Such a young second-grade alchemist!"

This world is also like a gathering of likes, geniuses generally like to gather together, to be able to walk with such a young alchemist, the remaining three must not be simple.

"Among these four people, the oldest is twenty-five or sixteen years old, how can there be a master of poetics?" Su Yi was quite puzzled, ordinary masters of poetics have been immersed in poetics for decades, how could they be so young.

"Brother Lu, I don't know which one is a master of poetics?" Su Yi felt that among these face-to-face people, the only one who looked like a literati was a man in a white robe, but he was not sure, so he could only ask curiously.

"Hehe, Su Yi Gongzi might as well guess?" Lu Zicai said with a smile.

"Brother Lu, don't sell it, please speak up. Su Yi shook his head with a wry smile, he didn't want to offend people by guessing.

"Well, before that, Xiao Sheng will introduce a few poetry friends to Childe. ”

Lu Zicai moved a few steps slightly, and began to introduce the lives of Ye Tian and the others in turn, and then said, "With Xiaosheng's insights and evaluation, this Brother Ye's talent can definitely be called a master of poetics. ”

"Brother Lu is serious, I just wrote a few poems when I have nothing to do, but I don't dare to call myself a master. Ye Tian shook his head and said.

"The poems made by idle people have nothing to do, but they are much stronger than those that Xiaosheng has been thinking about for a long time, Brother Ye should not be modest, otherwise how will Xiaosheng live?"

Lu Zicai stopped saying and recited Ye Tiangang's Wing Chun.

Su Yi's expression gradually became solemn, he felt a strong vitality from this "Yongliu", and he must have a rich literary background to be able to create this seven-character quatrain, but just by virtue of this poem, this is called Ye Tianren, and he cannot be regarded as a master of poetics.

Seeing Su Yi's expression, Lu Zicai also guessed something, and explained with a smile, "Master Su Yi, Brother Ye has also created a few poems and essays, and after the poetry club starts, I will communicate and discuss with you." ”

"I see. Su Yi nodded, and then said, "I don't know which academy Brother Ye has joined?"

There are also many Confucian cultivation colleges in the Nine Yuan Empire, however, there are very few martial artists who join this kind of academy, although the cultivation of Confucianism can also break through the realm, but the speed is very slow, and there will be no big opportunities.

This kind of help is similar to sitting cross-legged and meditating, and most Confucian cultivators do it out of hobby.

"I haven't joined the academy, but I have a poetry teacher named Li Bai. Ye Tianyan stopped and recited the poem "Wanglu Mountain Waterfall".

Several people closed their eyes, as if they had entered a mountain and saw a flowing waterfall, and they were immediately refreshed.

"Ethereal, spectacular, shocking... To be able to create this poem, it definitely belongs to the grandmaster-level figure, dare to ask where the master lives, Xiaosheng wants to come to the door to be taught, I don't know if it is convenient?" Su Yi said respectfully, and then his face was full of anticipation, if he could get the guidance of the grandmaster-level Confucian cultivator, his realm would definitely break through faster.

"I'm sorry Brother Su, my teacher is relatively low-key and doesn't like to be disturbed, and it's hard for me to even want to see him. ”

"Understand..."Su Yi was inevitably a little disappointed when he heard this, and said slightly, "By the way, the poetry club is about to start, a few people are invited to enter the mansion, and Xiaosheng has to greet other poetry friends, so I won't introduce you personally, please Haihan." ”

"Where. Ye Tian waved his hand, stepped through the door, and under the leadership of Lu Zicai, the four of them came to a courtyard and stopped.

There is no pond in the courtyard, but in the middle there is a pavilion surrounded by dozens of circular tables, each of which can seat five people.

At this moment, there were already more than 100 people sitting in the entire courtyard, all of them Confucian cultivators.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, Ye Tian felt the refreshing fragrance coming to his nose, looked around, and found that there were all kinds of trees planted around, most of which were peach trees, which made people feel poetic.

"Huh, Lu Zicai seems to be followed by a few people. ”

"The youngest person, with the badge of a second-grade alchemist on his chest, should have come here out of curiosity. ”

"This is reasonable, alchemists generally major in spiritual power, and they should not come to exchange poems and cultivate Confucianism, I just hope that he will not make a fuss and destroy everyone's artistic conception, but among these four people, the man in white robe is like a Confucian cultivator. ”

The arrival of Ye Tian and his party attracted many eyes in the courtyard, and many people began to whisper.

These people are all literati and scholars, and their minds are detached, and when they see a peerless woman like Mo Yan, they only flash amazement and appreciation, and they do not have evil intentions.

Then, under the guidance of Lu Zicai, Ye Tian and the four of them found a free table and sat down.

In the center of the round table in front of him, there is an engraved character "nine", which should be the order number of the recitation of the poem.

Around the text number, two distinct vessels are placed.

The cyan copper kettle is filled with flower tea, and the white jade bottle is full of elixir wine, even if there is a wooden cork on the mouth of the bottle, there is still a strong aroma of wine oozing.

Five jade cups, each with a square of parchment of the same shape pressed underneath.

"Brother Lu, are these parchments used for writing, or are they used to record inspiration?" Ye Tian asked with some puzzlement.

"Hehe, this is a parchment for voting, it seems that this is not an ordinary exchange meeting, but a qualifying banquet. Lu Zicai smiled slightly.

"Qualifying?"

"Well, the last time Lingxi City held a poetry friend qualifying competition was a year ago, and Xiaosheng was lucky enough to win the eighth place at that time. ”

Just when Ye Tian was about to ask about the rules of the game, Su Yi came to the courtyard, arched his hand at him, and walked to the center of the pavilion.

"Fellow poets, Xiaosheng has something to say. ”

With Su Yi's voice, all the Confucian scholars stopped communicating, and the audience gradually quieted down.

Seeing this, Su Yi shook slightly, opened the folding fan in his hand, and then smiled lightly:

"You should have guessed that the poetry club held this time, increased the competition system, unlike usual, participants need to draw the exam questions to improvise poems, and after the poems are recited, everyone can vote, according to the final number of votes to rank the poems, in order to encourage everyone to actively participate, the Su family provided five high-grade spirit stones as a reward. ”

"The first place can get three medium-grade spirit stones, and the second and third places can both get one. ”

Su Yi thought that he would also participate in the poetry friend competition, and then added, "If Xiaosheng is lucky enough to achieve the first place, the spirit stone reward will be postponed to the second to fourth places." ”

"Ding! Trigger the task, get the first place in the poetry friend competition, the reward for success of the task: 500 exchange points, 300 exchange points will be deducted for failure, and the time limit is three hours. ”

"The poetry club was changed to a poetry contest, which is interesting. Ye Tian confidently said secretly, as long as there is no shady, with the ancient poems he recited when he was in school, he can definitely overwhelm the crowd, and there is no need to find a system to exchange skill books on poetry and literature.

The reason why he is not afraid of improvisation is because those ancient poems of various backgrounds are all imprinted in his mind and have never been forgotten.