"It's really good, it's good. Originally, I just thought that he was a famous, jumping clown, and dared to shout with Mr. Cao. I didn't expect him to be really a well-educated person, and his poetry level was no worse than others. ”

At this moment, Cao Jingchun, who was standing on the painting boat in the Weishui School, looked at Zhao Hai with a shocked face. Ordinary people just think that these lines of poetry are neat, layered, and catchy.

But only a master of poetry like him can understand the subtlety of Zhao Hai's two poems.

Whether it is driven by emotions or the selection of images and scenes, they have all entered the room and reached the realm.

Cao Jingchun asked himself, he couldn't reach such a level.

Cao Jingchun was still so shocked, not to mention Murong Qinxin standing beside Zhao Hai.

Although she has never gone to a formal school, she has been diligent and studious since she was a child, and one of her hobbies in addition to practicing martial arts is reading and composing, and she can also be called a talented girl.

She watched Zhao Hai write these lines of poetry with her own eyes, and her heart was as moved as if she was turning up a stormy wave.

At first, when she heard Zhao Hai chanting a few words, she thought that Zhao Hai was a poem bought by someone, and then memorized it for use at tonight's poetry meeting.

But now she found that she was wrong, the level of Zhao Hai's poems has far surpassed ordinary people, and even surpassed the poems on the bamboo slips she had read in the past.

How could such a poet not be famous? How could he sell his poems to Zhao Menglong?

She looked at Zhao Hai's back, and the light flashed in her eyes, "It's really a peerless romance and a peerless literary brilliance." In that case, I'm wrong about you. You have the qualifications to be arrogant. ”

At this time, Zhao Hai followed suit, and then chanted three poems in a row, sleepwalking in the sky and chanting goodbye, ascending, and a majestic poem about entering the wine.

After these three poems, Zhao Hai's poems have spread all over the people on both sides of the strait and among scholars.

Countless people immediately recorded Zhao Hai's poems as treasures, asked friends or family members to record them, and hurriedly sent them home for collection.

Cao Jingchun had a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, clasped his hands together, and wrapped them around his chest. He didn't want to compete with Zhao Menglong at all now.

This person is simply like the chosen son, the reincarnation of Wenqu Xing, and it is easy to write famous poems that can leave famous poems in the history of poetry and can be popular.

With such an amazing talent, Cao Jingchun is indeed ashamed of himself.

He was amazed, "I didn't expect that my Great Qin would have such a natural talent, it's really amazing." ”

"The so-called poets and immortals are nothing like that."

Zhao Hai finished chanting poetry at this time, his hair was wild, the wine in his hand was bowl after bowl, and there were people everywhere and on the shore who kept throwing admiring eyes at him.

"Zhao Shixian! Zhao Shixian! Zhao Shixian! ”

"Immortal, you can sign for us!"

"Mr. Zhao, studying under the official school is really the luck of the official school of Daqin, and the luck of my scholar, such a talent is amazing."

"Who is that, didn't you say earlier that Zhao Menglong was not your official school? You ......"

"Fart, he made it clear to you that it was our official school, why do you still distort the facts? Such talents, in addition to our official schools, how can you cultivate them privately? ”

At this time, Zhao Hai was drunk for seven minutes, looked at Cao Jingchun who was smiling bitterly on the painting boat opposite, and said proudly: "Mr. Cao, now, it's your turn!" ”

"I have a total of five poems, and Mr. Cao is famous all over the world, so it must be no less than five, right?"

At this time, on the painting boat of Weihe Academy opposite, many students were overshadowed.

They looked at Cao Jingchun in front of them, and there was still a bit of expectation in their eyes.

"Mr. Cao, your poems may not be worse than his, we believe in you, go on!"

"Mr. Cao, no matter what, you will always be the pride of our Weishui Academy, we will always support you, you are the best poet!"

"Mr. Cao, defeat him, I'm sure you will!"

Many of the students behind the Weishui School still believe that their Mr. Cao can defeat Zhao Menglong.

Cao Jingchun looked at the many brothers and sisters behind him, and smiled bitterly at the corner of his mouth, this time he is catching ducks on the shelves, and he has to go up if he doesn't go up.

He picked up his pen, walked over to the table, and had just written a line, when he suddenly stopped.

He suddenly looked up and threw the pen in his hand down from the painting boat.

The juniors behind him looked at him in surprise, "Senior brother, who are you?" ”

Cao Jingchun said with a smile: "My talent is indeed inferior to Brother Zhao. His poetry is several times better than mine, and I admit defeat. ”

Just reciting poems can't really appreciate the power of those poems.

But when he wanted to write those two poems and compare them with each other, he immediately knew that any one written by Zhao Hai could not be surpassed.

Perfect rhythm, reasonable imagery, layered progression, and reverberating emotions, all the little points of everything, all gathered in a poem, the poem on the same subject, it is extremely difficult to be defeated.

Cao Jingchun thinks that he does not have this ability.

After Cao Jingchun finished explaining to the juniors behind him, he turned around and shouted to Zhao Hai: "Brother Zhao, you won today's poetry competition." I, Cao Jingchun, am convinced! ”

After finishing speaking, Cao Jingchun suddenly bowed deeply to Zhao Hai and said, "Brother Zhao's talent, even I have to admire." Such poems can only be written by heavenly immortals. ”

"If Brother Zhao doesn't dislike it, I hope Brother Zhao can give me a chance to follow Brother Zhao for a few days and learn Brother Zhao's literary talents."

As soon as Cao Jingchun's words fell, everyone was immediately shocked.

They didn't expect that Cao Jingchun, who was invincible in poetry, would want to learn from others and seek advice from others in poetry?

This is not Cao Jingchun when he was seven or eight years old, but Cao Jingchun, who was respectfully called Mr. Cao by the dignitaries and nobles in the entire Xianyang City.

Zhao Hai stood at the bow of the painting boat, looked at Cao Jingchun, suddenly smiled, and said, "Mr. Cao, there is no need to learn poetry. ”

"I'm just a flash of inspiration, a clever hand."

"But Mr. Cao is a talented learner, if he can share the worries of the country and pray for the well-being of the people with me, wouldn't it be better than writing poems and essays?"

Cao Jingchun had a look of astonishment on his face, he didn't expect Zhao Hai to be a member of the official family, looking at his identity, I am afraid it is not low, and he may still have a position in the court.

Cao Jingchun hugged his fist at Zhao Hai and said: "Brother Zhao, I'm just a little scholar, where can I talk about it, and pray for the country and the people?" ”