Qin Sheng's words fell, and his face was still calm.

Seeing Qin Sheng's calm and calm expression, Wang Lei was a little surprised, and his heart was a little fluctuating, constantly wondering if the young man in front of him at this moment was Qin Sheng after all.

Although he had doubts, but when things came to this point, he knew that he had no way out, so he could only silently hope in his heart that the young man he had humiliated in front of him was not Qin Sheng, the saint of Dao County.

After thinking about it, Wang Lei deliberately pretended to be invincible, then looked at the sky and then looked at the tree in front of the academy and spit out new shoots, and then saw a pile of fallen leaves that had just been swept on the ground, and immediately said in a loud voice: "Do you want to know what title to put into the poem? Well, since it is a poem on the spot, and an improvisational poem, let's start from the present! Now is spring, how about we take spring as the theme and compose a poem with the things in front of us!"

After listening to Wang Lei's poem, everyone looked around, except for the tree that spits out new shoots, the only thing that is in the ground is fallen leaves and fallen flowers all over the ground.

As a topic of poetry, as scholars, they all know that it is impossible to make poems in a moment with the few things in front of them, and the so-called poems not only have to rhyme before and after, but also have to be interlocking, so they all know that the young man in front of them wants to compose poems based on the things in front of them, which is even more difficult, not so much more difficult, but rather that they don't believe that the young man in front of them can make poems.

As a result, it once again caused a sensation, about the trend of ridiculing and satirizing Qin Sheng.

"A green tree, a broken flower, so if he can really make a poem, unless the river flows backwards!"

"He's a bear, and he's only a joke!"

"Phew, don't make a noise, listen to how he writes poetry!"

Wang Lei heard the ridicule of everyone, and suddenly felt that he was powerful, so that the young man in front of him encountered a thorny problem, and immediately said: "How, just based on what I just said to write a poem, do you have an opinion!"

Wang Lei's words fell, Hu Wen, the assistant teacher on the side, couldn't help but look at the situation in front of him, as a person, Hu Wen has read countless books, and also deeply understands the way of poetry, the so-called poetry, whether it is singing things or telling the feelings of the world, it is inseparable from the soul of a thing, that is, the soul of the whole poem, although there are thousands of poems in the entire Shengyuan Continent, but there are very few poems that can have a soul, most of them are empty frames, but there is no flesh and blood soul.

Looking at the current situation, even he, a famous person, can't turn it into a poem for a while, not to mention the young man in front of him, for this reason, Hu Wen looked at Qin Sheng, his eyes were full of entanglement, there was hope and loss and he shook his head in disbelief.

In the face of all the disdain and ridicule present, as well as the contemptuous eyes, Qin Sheng still seemed as calm as ever, because when he knew that Wang Lei said that he would use a poem as a topic, Qin Sheng thought of a poem, and the poem he thought of was not only echoed by what Wang Lei said, but also interlocking with the topic, but Qin Sheng did not look the slightest excited, nor did he say it immediately.

The reason why Qin Sheng didn't say the poem immediately was because he didn't say the poem until everyone ridiculed him to the end and made everyone think that he would definitely lose, so that they could thoroughly experience what it means to be self-conscious and impressive, and the most important thing is to tell them that even if they were dressed shabby and born poor, they still have the power to pull out a thousand people.

But at this moment, Wang Lei and everyone will not think like this, they never believe that Qin Sheng will have a miracle at this moment, because the poems rely on real knowledge, and there is no trick, to put it bluntly, there will never be a miracle, but what they didn't expect was that Qin Sheng himself was a miracle, his crossing, the book mountain after the crossing, were all miracles, so they would never know that in the dark, a great shame was approaching them.

Although a great humiliation was approaching them, they didn't know, especially Wang Lei's face was even more arrogant at this time, and he said disdainfully: "Qin Sheng's Qin Sheng, how about it, are you willing to leave and get out, or do you want to continue to pretend to delay time! If you can't, don't delay our time as soon as possible, our time is very expensive!"

"Hmph! I want to pretend to be a saint in Dao County, you are still a little tender!"

"I really don't know how thick-skinned it is, this has insulted the three lifetimes of my ancestors, and I can still keep my face changed!"

"There are strange things in the world, I heard that Zhang San's dog also read a book last night!"

Qin Sheng faced many insults and ridicules, and his face was indifferent, because he wanted to continue to wait, waiting for their self-righteousness to come to an end.

"Forget it, forget it, everyone is gone! He has already revealed the truth, even if he is given another three days and three nights, or a year and a lifetime, he will not be able to write a poem!

Just when Wang Lei was sarcastic about Qin Sheng with sharp words, when all the Wen Sheng present pointed their fingers and humiliated Qin Sheng, and there was a hearty mockery on their faces, Qin Sheng's eyes showed a shining gaze, and he began to say in a loud voice: "Since you think so highly of Qin Sheng, if Qin Sheng doesn't make a bad poem, he really can't stand everyone's admiration and love for Qin Sheng!"

"Hey, hey, I said you, don't talk nonsense, if you really have the ability to compose poetry, just make a poem, we are here for poetry, not to listen to what you say here is ugly or not, later, you will know who is ugly, ugly ancestors!"

Hearing their discussion and ridicule, Qin Sheng glanced at them, coughed twice deliberately, turned to look at the confiding tree, and saw that the earth was green again, and immediately said, "Spring sleep is not aware." ”

"Spring sleep is not aware!"

"Spring sleep is not aware?"

The first person to repeat the sound of surprise was none other than Hu Wen, the assistant professor of the academy, who had read it almost several times in a row, and then looked at Qin Sheng with surprised eyes, and constantly praised in his heart: "A good sleep, a good dawn, a good spring sleep is not aware! Sleep and Xiao are used just right, and the whole spring is alive!"

After Hu Wen exclaimed, Wang Lei and all the Wensheng couldn't help but be deeply stunned, and they all looked at Qin Sheng with exaggerated eyes, especially Wang Lei, although Wang Lei was very proud of his bullying, but he was also a diligent and studious person.

Wang Lei was a little surprised, and couldn't help but ask himself again: "Is he really the Shengqian Tongsheng of Dao County?" Otherwise, how could he make such a subtle sentence!"

Although Wang Lei thought so, he was comforting himself in his heart, he hoped that Qin Sheng's poems would be dragon heads and snake tails, or the words would not reach the meaning, or they could not rhyme before and after, so he could not say: "The so-called poems, at least are four rules! The first sentence can barely be regarded as the beginning of a sentence, if you really know how to compose poems, don't swallow it anymore, if you have the ability, you can read the whole poem in one go! Don't show it here!"

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