"Too... Coming soon?"

When Ye Tian heard Leng Feng's words, the corners of his mouth twitched suddenly, and he explained, "Brother Leng, you still praise me for being too smart, the word 'fast' is scolding." ”

"Huh?"

Leng Feng looked puzzled when he heard this, the word fast is obviously a compliment to a person, how can it become a curse?

At this time, Ye Tian coughed lightly, slowly leaned in front of Leng Feng's ear, and explained this sentence in detail.

Hearing this, Leng Feng had a man's smile on his face, obviously thinking about it at once.

Although Ye Tian's voice was very subtle, Mo Yan, who was still sitting on the side, heard it.

"Indecent. With a sip, a blush appeared on Mo Yan's cold pretty face.

Seeing this, Ye Tian also shook his head in embarrassment, and secretly forgot to arrange the noise barrier for a while.

In this half an hour, Su Yi was the first to open his eyes, and the rest of the Confucian scholars who participated in the competition also opened their eyes one after another, remembering the poems they had made.

Su Yi looked around and saw that everyone was ready, stood up and smiled lightly, "If you poets are ready, start reciting your own poems, starting with the No. 1 poetry table." ”

"It's better for Su Yi Gongzi to read his masterpieces first, I can't wait. At table No. 1, the green-shirted Confucian smiled and waved his hand.

"That's right, every time I come to the poetry friend's banquet, it's just to appreciate the elegant works of the son. ”

At this time, there was also a response in the courtyard, and when it came to talent, they only served the Su family in the entire Lingxi City.

In addition to the head of the family, Su Linshen, the most talented poet and Confucian in the entire Lingxi City is Su Yi, who has written many shocking quatrains and philosophical quotes at the age of twenty-eight.

"Since all the poets are warmly invited, then Xiaosheng will not shirk, this will be clumsy recitation, if there is a shortcoming, I hope you can give advice. Su Yi shrank the folding fan in his hand and said.

"Young Master Su Yi is too modest, your poetry talent is well-known, and we don't have the strength to give advice. ”

"That's right, Master Su Yi, if your poems are clumsy, then I don't dare to read my own poems anymore. ”

Many poets and Confucian scholars smiled bitterly and said from the heart.

Su Yi nodded slightly when he heard this, the title he drew was "Rock", and the poem he made was called "Ming Rock".

After reading it, everyone deeply felt the perseverance of the rock and the momentum of the steady Mount Tai.

"It seems that in this poetry competition, there is no doubt that Su Yi Gongzi is the first again!"

That's right, the artistic conception of this poem is profound, and as long as you read it along, you will never forget it. ”

After the recitation of the poem, bursts of cheers and cheers suddenly sounded in the courtyard, and all the Confucian scholars continued to praise and communicate with the people around them.

Ye Tian also clapped his palms, Su Yi's poem was indeed extremely good, even he, a layman, felt shocked, and secretly said, worthy of being a young leader in the Confucian world.

Then, starting from the No. 1 poetry table, the poets and Confucian scholars began to recite the poems they had just written.

Most of the poems made by these people are ancient poems, but the No. 8 Poetry Table created a poem, but it is also prosaic and cannot be compared with Su Yi's "Ming Yan".

"Brother Ye, the three of us, who will start reciting the poem first?" Bai Mingxuan turned his head and wondered.

Ye Tiangang wanted to speak, but Lu Zicai on the side interjected, "Brother Bai, let's come first, otherwise when Brother Ye's masterpiece is recited, poets may not have the intention to listen to our poems anymore." ”

"Hehe, what Brother Lu said is reasonable, let's let Brother Ye appear in the finale. Bai Mingxuan nodded and smiled, Lu Zicai's words are good, if everyone hears Ye Tian's poems and can't come back to their senses for a long time, they will definitely not be impressed when they recite their poems at this time, let alone a good ranking.

Next, I invited the poets at Table Nine to read their masterpieces. ”

Su Yi's voice sounded, and everyone cast their eyes on the No. 9 poetry table, wanting to listen to the poems of the white-robed man beside Lu Zicai.

Seeing Lu Zicai nodding in greeting, Bai Mingxuan took the lead in standing up and easily faced everyone.

"Fellow poets and predecessors, in Bai Mingxuan, is not a Confucian, but an ordinary martial artist, but he has loved poetry since childhood, my clumsy work is called "Between the Clouds and Forests", if there is any deficiency, please also ask the seniors to advise. ”

Bai Mingxuan said humbly, and then recited an improvised poem of the mountains and forests aloud.

When many people heard Bai Mingxuan's first poem, they immediately entered the state, closed their eyes slightly and savored it carefully.

After a while, when all the poems were recited, the poets in the courtyard opened their eyes.

"This man in white is really not simple, he can create such a magnificent masterpiece..."

"That's right, although it can't be compared with Su Yigongzi's Ming Yan, but it is more than enough to get the top ten rankings. ”

Many people looked solemn, and sighed and exchanged Bai Mingxuan's poems with the poets at the same table.

After a few breaths, seeing that many people stopped communicating, Lu Zicai also slowly stood up, made an introduction, and recited the seven-character poem he had just created, in exchange for all kinds of praise.

"Brother Ye, it's your turn. After sitting down, Lu Zicai arched his hand, his heart had calmed down, and he was ready to listen carefully to the poems improvised by Ye Tian.

"Huh?... This young alchemist also wrote poems?"

"It should be out of interest that he wrote a poem casually, although the alchemist has a detached mind and a lofty mood, but the poem is based on literary talent and acquired efforts, and it is impossible to become fat in one bite. ”

"As an alchemist who doesn't know anything, he dares to participate in the competition, this kind of courage, I'm afraid many people can't do it, everyone should take a good look at his poems. ”

"That's right, it's time to point out to the younger generations. ”

Seeing Ye Tian standing up, the Confucian scholars were in an uproar, but they didn't speak ill of each other, and most of them had an attitude of pointing rather than communicating and appreciating.

"Fellow poets, the topic in the next draw is peach blossoms, just squeezed out of the head and finally thought of a few words, if something is wrong, please also give advice. Ye Tian bowed slightly and said quite modestly.

Leng Feng's face turned dark when he heard this, and there seemed to be a quacking crow floating above his head.

Why didn't I see...

Bai Mingxuan on the side shook his head, secretly saying that Ye Tian was not modest, but was brewing, ready to pretend to be a big force.

At this time, Ye Tian moved half a step and said with a smile:

"Peach blossom nunnery in Peach Blossom Dock, peach blossom fairy under peach blossom nunnery. ”

"The peach blossom fairy planted peach trees, and picked peach blossoms to sell wine money. ”

...

"People laugh at me for being crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through it. ”

"I don't see the tomb of Wuling heroes, and there are no flowers and no wine hoeing fields. ”

When Ye Tian pronounced the last word, the entire courtyard was dumbfounded, and many people raised the wine glasses in their hands to their mouths, but they did not make the next move.