The white-robed Confucian was stunned when he saw the badge on Ye Tian's chest, and then nodded and said, "Okay..."

"Thank you. After that, Ye Tian and his entourage, under the guidance of the white-robed Confucian, passed through many figures and walked in the direction of the Su family together.

"By the way, in Xia Ye Tian, I don't know what to call this benevolent brother?" Ye Tian asked with a polite smile.

"Xiaosheng Lu Zicai. While walking, the white-robed Confucian said politely to the side.

Hearing this, Bai Mingxuan and the three of them also briefly introduced themselves.

Mo Yan's tone was as cold as his appearance, there was no change in his face, and Lu Zicai didn't feel strange, and smiled at this embarrassment.

"Brother Lu, are there any special rules or precautions for the poetry club? After all, the four of us are participating in the poetry club for the first time, so we don't want to be rude. Ye Tian asked in an inquiring tone.

"Each banquet table has five seats, and after the poetry meeting begins, each table is required to recite a poem that has been created recently for discussion and exchange, and of course, if the poem is flawed, it can be perfected with the communication and suggestions of the people. ”

Lu Zicai then informed the process of the conference, and immediately wondered, "... I wonder who among them can write poetry?"

Ordinary people don't go to the poetry club for no reason, judging from the clothes of Ye Tian and the others, they don't look like people who eat and drink, obviously some of them are interested in composing poems.

"Hehe, I've written a few crooked poems below. Ye Tian smiled.

He has memorized 300 Tang poems and many ancient poems since he was a child, but after crossing over, he doesn't know whether the poems of the Tianwu Continent are the same as the ancient poems on the earth, and he is afraid that others will not be able to understand these Tang poems and Song poems, so he is a little modest.

“... By the way, Brother Bai, you should have also written a poem, can you recite one for everyone to hear?"

Ye Tian is going to listen to the poems of this world first, so that he can have a mental preparation, if the poems here are completely different from the poems of the Tang and Song dynasties, when he participates in the poetry club, he will learn from Leng Feng Mo Yan, only have long knowledge, and do not open his mouth to communicate (pretend).

"Hehe, then I'll be ugly. After Bai Mingxuan smiled lightly, he read out a five-character ancient poem with the mountains and forests as the background, which was written by him when he passed through a mountain forest in the last trial, and it was also a poem that he was most satisfied with.

As soon as the recitation fell, Ye Tian nodded secretly, it seemed that he was thinking too much, the poems of this world are the same as the ancient poems on the earth.

Bai Mingxuan's poem is extremely good, called Ode to Changshan, although it cannot become a peerless classic poem, but it is everyone's style, showing the realm of a free and easy person swimming in the mountains, which makes people feel relaxed after savoring it.

"Good poetry! Brother Bai is talented, and Xiaosheng admires. Lu Zicai put away his previous smile and said seriously, but he was secretly shocked in his heart, Bai Mingxuan's talent was definitely above him.

Bai Mingxuan arched his hand, and then said to Ye Tian on the side, "Brother Ye, it's your turn to recite your masterpieces." ”

“... All right. Ye Tian took a deep breath, brewed his emotions, and said: "This crooked poem was written by me a year ago, called Yongliu, if there is any shortage, please advise." ”

Seeing Lu Zicai and Bai Mingxuan nodding seriously, Ye Tian said slowly:

"Jasper is made up of a tree high, and ten thousand green silk threads hang down. ”

"I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors. ”

After that, Bai Mingxuan and the four of them actually stopped walking at the same time, although their eyes were looking ahead, their minds entered another place, and they didn't come back to their senses for ten breaths.

Although Leng Feng and Mo Yan have no talent for poetry, they can translate and understand the meaning of the poem, which is similar to Bai Mingxuan at this time, which is very shocking.

"I actually compared the willow tree to a beauty who has been dressed up, and this artistic conception seems to make people bathe in the spring breeze, which is particularly comfortable, this poem... Is it really Brother Ye's doing?"

Lu Zicai thought that although Ye Tian was polite when he spoke, he did not exude any of the aura of a literati and a scholar, and he really couldn't believe that such a casual person could make such a profound seven-character poem.

"Hehe, maybe I look more powerful on the outside, you don't believe that I am talented and careful, in fact, there are eight words to describe me, that is, there is a tiger in my heart, sniffing roses. Ye Tian touched his nose and smiled.

"There is a tiger in the heart... Sniff the rose..."Lu Zicai pondered for a while when he heard this, and immediately came back to his senses and immediately regarded himself as a junior, respectfully making a gesture, with a look of shame on his face: "Just now, the late born was called a brother, it was really disrespectful, Master Ye became a chapter, and the late born was taught." ”

"It's just a clumsy song, Brother Lu doesn't need to be called like that, let's call me Brother Ye like before. Ye Tian replied modestly.

"Okay, but what Xiao Sheng wants to say is that if Brother Ye's poem is clumsy... I'm afraid that in this world, there will be no more poetry masterpieces..."Lu Zicai smiled bitterly, he felt that his poetic talent was good, although he could not be compared with Su Yi Gongzi, but he could also rank in the top ten in Lingxi City.

Hearing Ye Tian's recitation of "Yongliu", he knew the truth that "there is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the world".

Lu Zicai believes that with this "Yongliu" alone, Ye Tian's talent can be on par with Su Yi Gongzi, or even surpass it, because this kind of literal and simple, but far-reaching poetry is too rare.

Listening to what Ye Tiangang said, he also created other classic poems, and Lu Zicai evaluated it a little and felt that his talent had been attributed to the master of poetics.

"What Brother Lu said is good, Brother Ye should not be modest, as long as you are a person who understands poetry, you can hear the extraordinaryness of this poem, I originally thought that Brother Ye participated in the poetry club just to learn more about poetry, but I didn't expect that Brother Ye's poetry attainments were so terrifying..."Bai Mingxuan nodded, showing a bitter smile on his face.

Leng Feng and Mo Yan on the side were secretly shocked when they heard this, they knew that Bai Mingxuan had spent his spare time studying poetry and literature in addition to cultivation since he was a child, and it took more than twenty years to achieve his current talent achievements.

And Ye Tiancai is sixteen years old, not only is his cultivation talent extremely domineering, but even his literary attainments are equally terrifying.

In contrast, is it still alive!

Half an hour later, under the guidance of Lu Zicai, Ye Tian and the four of them saw the plaque of Sufu ten steps away, and slowed down and walked forward.

At this time, there was a man of about twenty-eight years old standing at the door of Su Mansion.

On closer inspection, this man is dressed in a delicate white robe, his face is quite handsome, he is holding a folding fan, his every move exudes the spirit of Confucianism, his body is spotless, and there are no black marks even on the tips of his shoes.

This person should be the son of Su Yi in Lu Zicai's mouth.

And Su Yi was now facing the poets who had entered the Su Mansion one after another, greeting warmly, and seeing that there were five people coming to the door, led by Lu Zicai, he immediately smiled and said, "Brother Lu is finally here, I wonder if Brother Lu has created a masterpiece recently?"

Lu Zicai replied with a smile, "I did create a five-character poem, but what made Xiaosheng even happier was that I was fortunate to meet a few poetry friends and a master of poetics just now." ”