As soon as Ye Ming's words came out, the shopkeeper did not refuse, turned around and walked towards the inner room, ready to take pen, ink, paper, inkstone and call the steward, but he didn't think that Ye Ming could make poems that would be recognized by the steward and satisfy everyone, he sneered in his heart, looking forward to how he would humiliate himself in front of these people for a while. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The people around it, there are dignitaries, there are literati and writers, they are also holding a good posture of watching a good show, if they can't write satisfactory poems, they join in the fun, and they can also make sarcastic two sentences, if they really make a good poem, then they will open their mouths to praise two sentences, anyway, no matter what the result is, it has no effect on them, they just need to watch quietly.

After a while, the steward came over, he was a middle-aged fat man, with a big belly, staggered to Ye Ming, and asked in a loud voice, "Who wants to write poems here?"

Before coming out, the shopkeeper had already pointed out that it was these two people, and he also walked in front of Ye Ming, but he deliberately pretended not to see them, obviously looking down on them, and thinking that they were people who came here to make trouble and grandstand.

Ye Ming didn't care, and didn't have any opinion on his attitude, Li Xiuwen next to him said: "We, it's us, my brother wants to compose poems here, if everyone is satisfied, do your rules of ascending the immortal tower count?"

"Hmph. The steward sneered twice, the fat on his face shook a few times, and said with some disdain: "If you can satisfy everyone, the rules of Dengxian Tower will naturally count, if you can't be satisfied, then don't blame me for treating you two as troublemakers!"

"We'll see in a moment. Ye Ming was also a little dissatisfied with the attitude of the fat man, and looked at him and stepped forward and said, "Why haven't you taken the pen and ink yet, if you delay it any longer, won't you miss a good time for me to go upstairs and watch the scenery?"

"Hmph, take pen, ink, paper, and inkstone. The fat man sneered, and said in his heart for a while, to see how arrogant you are.

With his shouting, two young men walked over with pen, ink, paper, inkstone and a table, and after placing them in front of Ye Ming, Li Xiuwen said with a smile: "Brother, don't worry, think slowly, foolish brother will grind it for you." ”

After a while, Ye Ming picked up his pen, but did not start writing poems, but said: "I heard that there was a legend in Dengxian Tower five hundred years ago, and everyone here must know that many people are also coming for this legend. ”

After that, Ye Ming picked up the pen and began to write on the white paper, and the people around him also opened their eyes one by one, stretching their necks, wanting to see what kind of masterpiece he could write.

"It's ugly!" Ye Ming said, and wrote the words "Dengxian Tower" on the paper.

A few people who were close to each other put their heads in front of the table and read them softly, and when everyone heard this, they knew in their hearts that this person was indeed planning to compose poems on the spot.

Ma Gongzi, who was staying on the third floor, heard it, but said disdainfully in his heart: "If you really don't succeed in having the posture of a champion, you still want to compose poems on the spot and get everyone's appreciation, it's just a fool's dream!"

Even Mu Feng, who was on a higher floor, thought secretly in his heart, this person is too good-looking, I'm afraid most of them are going to lose.

Fang Liulang shook his head and said in his heart: "If the stewards want to do something in a while, I will come forward to protect them, this Li family and our family can be regarded as having some friendship, if they sit idly by, I am afraid that the Li family will have to gossip at that time." ”

Ye Ming didn't know what everyone thought, but wrote the poem that he had already thought of, and he waved his pen and wrote it with a brush.

"In the past, people have taken the white crane to go, and this place is vacant to ascend the immortal tower. ”

The people close to read this sentence out, many people heard that their faces changed, this sentence is simple and clear, but it contains the atmosphere, just a few numbers, but the legend of Dengxian Tower is included.

"The white crane is gone, and the white clouds are empty for thousands of years. ”

Immediately after Ye Ming wrote the next sentence, more than 500 years have passed since the king of Zhennan wanted immortals, although it is described here as "thousand", but it also gave everyone here a feeling of crossing time, as if they saw the scene of the king of Zhennan banqueting the generals and meeting the immortals.

"The text is based on gas", these four sentences seem to be written casually, but they give people a feeling that the river is rolling and going down, one of them is done in one go, without any mud and water, Mu Feng, who is far away in the high-rise building, also nodded again and again when he saw this, and he was quite impressed by it in his heart.

"Later, write it quickly!"

After Ye Ming finished writing these four sentences, he groaned slightly, planning to stop writing and not write anymore, after all, he had already said that it was in line with the legend, but the next few sentences were no longer related to the legend, if it was written, I am afraid that someone would have to find something from it at that time.

It's just that he didn't expect that everyone here was so enthusiastic and urging, he thought for a moment, and said: "This poem should end here, but since you want to see it so much, then I will continue to write, and there are four more sentences left, but these four lines have nothing to do with legends, everyone look at it." ”

After that, Ye Ming took a deep breath and wrote the remaining four sentences in one go.

"Qingchuan calendar Hanyang tree, grass and parrot island. Where is the sunset township, and the Yanbo River makes people worried. ”

After writing, Ye Ming stopped writing, put it on the table, and looked up at everyone, but at this time, the surroundings were silent, and they were already caught in it.

At this moment, the sun is setting, the big river outside the Dengxian Building is surging, the water vapor is curling, giving people a sense of vastness and far-reaching, there is no other sound on the entire second floor and even other floors, some are just the sound of silent recitation in people's mouths.

In the poem, the sentimentality of the traveling child in foreign detention is vividly written, and the poetry of this realm is not something that a young man can write at all, but now that the facts are in front of them, they have to believe it.

"Good poems, good poems, really good poems!" Suddenly an old man walked down from the third floor, he clapped his hands and said: "As soon as this poem comes out, I am afraid that it will be difficult for people to climb the immortal tower in the future." ”

The old man had gray hair, was wearing a Confucian robe, and looked quite heroic, he walked up to Ye Ming and bowed to him, then looked at Li Xiuwen and said, "Xiuwen, is this Ye Ming who wrote that poem?"

As soon as Li Xiuwen saw the visitor, he hurriedly saluted and said, "Meet Master Li, he is him, he is Ye Ming." Li Xiuwen said with some excitement, as if the poet was himself.

"Great talent, great talent, the old man has read poetry and books for decades, but he has never had such literary talents, he is ashamed!" Li Fuzi looked at Ye Ming, his eyes were full of enthusiasm, but he dispelled the idea of accepting Ye Ming as a student in his heart, this kind of talent is compared to himself, but it is not as good as himself, what virtue can he have to accept him as a student, isn't it to let the world see the joke.

"Ye Xiaoyou, if you are willing, the old man can be the introducer and recommend you to Tianqi Academy in Tianyun City, I don't know what Xiaoyou wants?"

Li Xiuwen was taken aback when he heard this, and said, "Master Li, didn't you say before that he would let him enter our academy, why are you ......?"

Li Fuzi glanced at him, but shook his head, did not speak, and quietly waited for Ye Ming's reply.

At this time, the surrounding spectators also reacted, applauding again and again, hearing that Li Fuzi was going to recommend this person to Tianqi Academy in Tianfu City, they were all envious, especially Huang Gongzi, whose face was ugly as if he had eaten.

The academy that he couldn't enter no matter what, this person was able to get Li Fuzi's appreciation just by writing a poem, and he wanted to recommend him to Tianqi Academy, and he was envious in his heart, but more jealous.

Mu Feng saw all this in his eyes, he glanced at Fang Liulang, and said, "This is the end of the matter, let's go!"

"Okay!" Fang Liulang nodded, knowing that he didn't have to stand up for Li Xiuwen, so he left behind Mu Feng, and asked, "What is the matter with Brother Mu's descent from the mountain this time, but there is a place to live, why don't you live in my house first?"

"Hmm. Mu Feng nodded, walked in front, and when he came to the second floor, he glanced at Ye Ming deeply, and he had a vague feeling in his heart that this person was not simple, and it might not take long for him and him to meet again.

Ye Ming didn't feel anything about his gaze, and at this time, the entire Dengxian Tower's gaze could be said to be focused on him alone, and he didn't care about that more.

Li Xiuwen pointed to the poem on the table, which was appreciated by everyone present, and he asked proudly: "Steward, you said that we can't go upstairs to enjoy the scenery now?"

"Yes, yes!" "The steward is also a scholar, and he still has the ability to appreciate it, he naturally knows that this poem is very well written, and the literati and writers present, dignitaries and nobles abound, how dare he tell a lie, "Come here, take them to the top floor to watch the scenery, good wine and good food scouts, the two of them are free of charge today!"

He shouted, and a person stepped forward to lead the way, while Ye Ming waved his hand and said, "Slow, I came up with another poem to write for everyone to taste!"

"Oh?!" everyone was stunned, in just a short period of time, he was able to come up with two poems, this person is really talented!

Ye Ming thought of nothing else, but the previous life in elementary school learned "Ascending the Yellow Crane Tower", in his opinion, this poem is very similar to the situation he is about to climb the tower to watch the scenery, so he wrote again: "The day is at the end of the mountain, and Putuo flows into the sea." If you want to be poor, go to the next level. ”

This poem is very short, only two crosses, the language is simple and simple, it seems to be easy to get by, but it makes people have a sense of the Putuo River filling the chest, the mighty and flowing away.

The last two sentences of "want to be poor for a thousand miles, go to the next level." It also gave them a real feeling, and now they are in the Dengxian Tower to climb the tower to watch the idea of resonance, and they can't help but praise one after another, and suddenly the whole Dengxian Tower is very lively.

Someone suddenly asked, "What is this poem going to be called?"

Ye Ming smiled lightly and said, "It's also called Dengxian Tower!"

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