His words instantly caused Qin Jingtong to be displeased.

The disciples he taught would be so out of shape!

"Tong Wenxuan, since you are so confident, why don't you let me see?" Qin Jingtong looked at Tong Wenxuan and spoke.

Tong Wenxuan smiled slightly and said, "Naturally, sect master, please take a look!" ”

Let's talk about it.

He handed the poem he had written to Qin Jingtong.

Qin Jingtong looked at the poems and nodded again and again: "Not bad, not bad!" ”

"Tong Wenxuan, your true poetry level has indeed been improved!"

"Thank you, Sect Master compliment!" Tong Wenxuan thanked him, and then looked at Jiang Qian: "Why are you still writing?" It's not like it can't be written! ”

A moment later

Jiang Qian put down the brush and smiled lightly: "I'm done writing, please take a look!" ”

Let's talk about it.

He submitted his own poems to Qin Jingtong.

Qin Jingtong took it, and then looked at Jiang Qian: "You wrote two poems?" ”

"Didn't you write two songs? One about war, one about homesickness! Jiang Qian was a little puzzled.

Isn't it written twice? Did I understand something wrong?

"This and this, we are still working hard to write one, and he actually wrote two directly!"

"Is this the gap between people?"

"I cried, how could he hit us like this!"

“……”

Everyone heard that Jiang Qian actually wrote two poems in the same time.

All of them were shocked first, followed by jealousy.

Tong Wenxuan is the same, after he heard Jiang Qian write two poems, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he said stiffly: "Hmph~, two poems, it is estimated that they are just two crooked melons and cracked dates!" ”

Two poems? Could it really be as Tong Wenxuan said?

However, are they all crooked melons and cracked dates?

Thinking of this, he began to look at the poems written by Jiang Qian seriously.

Soon, he overturned the idea in his head.

Wonderful, so wonderful!

Both poems are impeccable, especially this one describing the war, which is so wonderful!

Was this really what he wrote in such a short period of time?

Qin Jingtong teleported to Jiang Qian emotionally and asked, "Jiang Qian, are these two poems really written by you in such a short period of time?" ”

"Almost!" Jiang Qian's face was not red, and his heart did not beat back.

Anyway, you don't know who the original author of these two poems is.

After hearing the answer, Qin Jingtong said to Jiang Qian very seriously: "But we are the guest of Tianxiang Academy!" ”

Jiang Qian shook his head: "Forget it, I was too lazy to die, and when I was a senior brother of Qingshan Sect, I was already tired enough." ”

"Keqing, I'd better forget it!"

"Keqing? Could it be that the poems written by Jiang Qian are really that good? ”

"Nonsense, if it's not good, Sect Master Qin will invite him to be a guest?"

"But I'm curious about those two poems!"

“……”

After Qin Jingtong heard Jiang Qian's refusal, he sighed: "Okay, I won't force you anymore!" ”

Then.

Tong Wenxuan saw Qin Jingtong's reaction, and had a bad premonition: "Sect Master, can you let us listen to Jiang Qian's poems?" ”

"Good!" Qin Jingtong quickly agreed.

"The first song "Silent Night Thoughts": The bright moonlight in front of the bed, suspected to be frost ...... on the ground"

"The second song "Breaking the Array": Drunk and looking at the sword, dreaming of blowing the horn and the battalion ......"

The first song, a sense of homesickness, instantly surged into everyone's hearts.

And, the second song, the kind of battlefield battle picture that everyone instantly feels!

At the same time, the last sentence "Poor white happened" made them feel sorry for the general in the poem!

"Good! "Silent Night Thoughts", "Breaking the Array", "Hairpin Phoenix", Jiang Gongzi is a genius! ”

"Yes, the three poems, no matter which one they are, are heights that I can't reach in my life!"

"Just now, Tong Wenxuan seemed to be still laughing at Jiang Gongzi, I really don't know, where did he get his courage!"

"As the saying goes, those who don't know are fearless!"

“……”

When Tong Wenxuan heard the two poems, he knew that he had lost very completely.

His eyes looked at Jiang Qian and found that Jiang Qian hadn't paid attention to him from beginning to end!

I was just a clown!

Tong Wenxuan returned to his position in a trance, revealing a wry smile!

Qin Jingtong looked at Tong Wenxuan's expression and shook his head helplessly.

Tong Wenxuan is indeed talented, both in literature and in cultivation.

It's a pity that his temperament is too flamboyant and he almost looks down on other people.

Hopefully, this lesson will give him a long memory.

Jiang Qian saw that there was nothing to do with himself, so he sat down.

Situ Yahan immediately sat down against Jiang Qian, and smiled: "Jiang Gongzi, your poetry talent has been refreshed again, my understanding of you!" ”

"Jiang Gongzi is so powerful, why don't you give the little girl a poem?"

Jiang Qian shook his head and replied, "Miss Situ, I'm not a genius demon, how can I write it all at once?" ”

"Aren't you embarrassing me?"

"It's okay, it's okay after a while, I'm looking forward to Jiang Gongzi's poems!" After saying that, his gaze turned to Qin Jingtong.

I've rejected it so obviously, how can you be cheeky enough to say it?

I really didn't realize that you are still such a brazen person!

After Jiang Qian glanced at Situ Yahan, he withdrew his gaze.

……

In the afternoon, the bamboo forest poetry meeting ended.

Except for the poems at the beginning, which is a little interesting, the rest is all listening to Qin Jingtong say some literary words.

Jiang Qian left the bamboo forest, returned to his residence, and complained: "I wasted my time in the morning, I can finally go back!" ”

Between the words.

Jiang Qian had already come to the door of Hu Murui's room, and when he was about to knock on the door, the door happened to open at this time.

"Brother Jiang, you're finally back, do you like it?" Hu Murui took out a wooden token and handed it to Jiang Qian.

Jiang Qian took a look and found that his name was engraved on it: "Thank you, I like it very much!" ”

As he spoke, he put the wooden token into his arms.

After Hu Murui saw Jiang Qian accept it, she showed a happy smile: "Hehehehe, it's good if you like it!" ”

The voice landed.

Hu Zhuang came over with a teenager at this time: "I heard that you are leaving? This is a little bit of my cousin's heart! ”

"Dongfang Ke, take out everything!"

"Yes, senior brother!" Dongfang Ke took out a few bottles of elixir and handed them to Hu Murui and Jiang Qian.

Hu Murui took the pill and thanked: "Thank you, cousin!" ”

Oriental Gram !! How could he be in this place?

Jiang Qian looked at Dongfang Ke with a surprised expression.