After Qin Sheng finished speaking, he didn't look frightened, and the whole person was very calm.

Lu Yun looked at Qin Sheng, he knew Qin Sheng's mood at the moment, although he was surprised by whether Qin Sheng could write poems, but carefully recalled Qin Sheng's three poems in the poetry monthly, as well as yesterday's spring dawn, his heart was full of expectations for Qin Sheng.

There were also the academy students who were surrounding them, and some of the people who knew that Qin Sheng had written a poem at the gate of the academy yesterday looked at Qin Sheng expectantly, and at the same time made a discussion.

"Qin Sheng is going to write poetry again, I really don't know if today will be the same as yesterday, and he will be able to write amazing poems?"

"yes, yes, it's worth looking forward to!"

There are still some people who didn't see Qin Sheng's poems yesterday being shocked, and when they heard that Qin Sheng was going to compose poems on the spot, and heard the words of other people's expectations, they also kept talking.

"Isn't it just a poem? What's all the fuss, the poem is full of shocking jokes!"

"Yes, what are you looking forward to? It's good to be able to make a complete poem, and I still want to be a poet and dream!"

The four young men of Datong were even more overjoyed when they heard that Qin Sheng had agreed to their request, because they knew what poetry was, in fact, not only they knew, but as long as all the scholars in Datong Mansion knew.

The so-called poem out of the saint, is to rely on a poem in the literary talent, alarm the poetry tablet on the holy mountain, alarm the poetry tablet will alarm the saint on the holy mountain, as long as it is alarming the saint, the saint will send out the holy light, on the one hand, the poem will receive the poem on the holy mountain, on the other hand, to the person who wrote the poem with holy light to refine his mind and increase his own literary atmosphere.

All the previous poems about the Shengyuan Continent, about the Jiang Kingdom, and about the Datong Mansion were completely blank, but the four young people of Datong didn't know and didn't see it with their own eyes, in fact, Qin Sheng had already made two poems of the Holy Saint, one was a poem made in the Dao County Reference Tong Sheng Test, and the other was the spring dawn made in front of the Holy Literature Academy in Datong Mansion yesterday.

It is precisely because they know that it is not easy to make a poem shocking, and it is almost impossible to do so, so they will think of such an idea in front of many scholars, they want to slap their faces with this impossible appearance, Lu Yun, the head of Datong First Academy, and even teach Qin Sheng a good lesson in front of many people, in their eyes, Qin Sheng is simply a complete farmer.

So they kept laughing disdainfully, at this time Yang Hu looked around, and then exchanged ears with the other three for a moment, and immediately said to Qin Sheng: "What title Qin Sheng said just now, after I discussed it, we decided that there is no need to have any obvious poem title constraints, so let's do it! Since it is spring now, Qin Sheng will take what happened on the spot and this spring as the title of the poem!"

In the spring, there is also what happened on the spot!

"What a poem is this!"

"Can you make a hymn with such a poem?"

After hearing the four young people of Datong say the title of the poem, everyone couldn't help but talk about it.

When they discussed the poems that were missing from Datong, they all felt that the poems were complicated, and it was difficult to grasp the essence of the poems for a while.

Lu Yun is also deeply worried, the so-called poetry title is the foundation of a person's poetry, if there is no accurate poetry title, it is difficult to find the poetic eye, that is, it is difficult to find the entry point of poetry.

After the four young people of Datong said the title of the poem, they all showed sinister looks, in fact, they already knew in their hearts that Qin Sheng must have lost this time, it was impossible to write a poem that was shocking, not to mention that now it is such a vague poem title, the poem title is not good, and you can't find the eye of the poem, see how he composes poetry.

Everyone looked at Qin Sheng intently, because they all knew the difficulty of his poems at the moment, even if he could make poems, if the tone of the poems he wrote was not wonderful, he would not be able to alarm the poetry monument on the holy mountain, which would mean that he would not be able to surprise the poems.

At this moment, the only one who seemed calm was Qin Sheng himself.

"Qin Sheng, don't you keep saying that poetry is amazing? Why are you bowing your head now!"

"Qin Sheng! Just now we were still saying that we desecrated the Holy Dao, if you have the ability, you will be shocked by the poems! Look who is blaspheming the Holy Dao!"

"The two brothers don't look at his virtue, can he write amazing poems?"

After the disdainful count of the four young people of Datong fell, some of the scholars present also began to count Qin Sheng.

"I don't look in the mirror, I look at what I look like, and I have to say crazy words and poems to surprise the saints, and I don't think I can do it!"

"Don't tell me, I really want to know what kind of poems he can make!"

"What other poems can he make! It would be nice to be able to write simple poems, not bad!"

In the face of their disdain and ridicule for him, Qin Sheng did not look angry, he was still as calm as ever, and he had already found a poem from the mountain of books in his mind.

Originally, Qin Sheng found a few poems from the book mountain in his brain, but Qin Sheng was not so satisfied, until he found the second poem in Du Fu's heart in the Tang Dynasty.

Looking at their disdainful eyes at him, Qin Sheng was shocked, and immediately said, "Okay then! Since the four young men of Datong and the scholars present look up to Qin Sheng so much, Qin Sheng will be ugly!"

Qin Sheng deliberately dragged the tail note of the three words very high, meaning that he was looking down on them in their words.

"Qin Sheng, you should be more simply, if you can compose poems, you can do it, if you really can't, hurry up and carry the burden back to Daoxian County, don't be embarrassed in Datong Mansion!"

Qin Sheng looked at Yang Hu who was speaking, a cold glint flashed on his face, not for anything else, Qin Sheng is for the dignity of the Dao County, the dignity of the Wensheng, so Qin Sheng opened his mouth and read: "The hand-planted peach and plum are not ownerless, and the wild old wall is low and still like home." ”

When Qin Sheng finished reading the first two sentences, the four young people of Datong and everyone couldn't help but feel shocked in their hearts, and kept repeating the first two lines of the poem.

"The hand-planted peach and plum are not ownerless, and the wild old wall is low and like home. ”

"The hand-planted peach and plum are not ownerless, and the wild old wall is low and still like home!"

and Lu Yun, a scholar of the current dynasty, also kept repeating what Qin Sheng recited, "Hand-planted peaches and plums are not ownerless, and the wild old wall is low and still like home!"

After Lu Yun finished reading, he couldn't help but secretly feel a sense of praise.

Although Datong Sishao said that there was something strange on his face, he still urged: "Qin Sheng, what about the last two sentences?"

Qin Sheng was deliberately silent for a moment, and then suddenly opened his mouth again: "It's just like a spring breeze to deceive each other, blowing and breaking a few flowers at night." ”

After Qin Sheng finished reading, everyone kept reciting the four lines of his poems before and after: "The hand-planted peach and plum are not ownerless, and the wild old wall is low and still like home." Just like the spring breeze deceived each other, the night came to blow and break a few flowers. ”

Especially at this moment, Lu Yun couldn't help but praise loudly after reading the four lines of poetry into a poem: "Qin Sheng, this poem is wonderful! Especially the one in the poem, and also, the beauty of the artistic conception of the whole poem is written clearly and vividly, which can be called a peerless masterpiece!"

After Lu Yun finished appreciating Qin Sheng, he silently glanced at Datong Sishao, and said deliberately: "Let them figure out for themselves, whether they are spring breezes or broken flowers!"

The four young men of Datong knew that Qin Sheng was deliberately humiliating himself with poems by connecting the poems, and immediately said angrily: "Qin Sheng, even if your poem can be regarded as a poem, but what about the holy light!

As soon as the words of the four young people in Datong fell, a dazzling light surged from not far away, heading towards Qin Sheng's location.

Some of them saw the dazzling golden light, and some of them immediately exclaimed, "Holy light, holy light!"

Hearing someone shouting out the Holy Light, the Four Young Datong all turned around and stared into the distance, their faces suddenly darkened, because they did see the golden light coming from afar, which was the supreme Holy Dao Light of the Saint Yuan Continent.

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