Ling Tian smiled slightly, ignored him, looked at Qian Shuirou, and said, "In that case, junior brother will make up the poems with Brother Qian that day," as he spoke, his fingers tapped lightly on the tabletop, pondered for a moment, and then groaned:

"The drizzle and light mist smile at the building, the flowers are like the spirit of willow silk; Mo Dao is ruthless that is unintentional, and the spring breeze conveys the meaning of the water and conveys sorrow!"

Qian Shuirou's eyes showed a rare hint of embarrassment, and she gently tilted her head over. A few cold snorts came out, and the eight masters on one side all showed fury in their eyes, looking at Ling Tian with expressions that almost wanted to tear him apart. Ling Tian smiled, not caring at all.

"Okay! What a spring breeze conveys sorrow!" an old Confucian student twisted his white beard and nodded frequently. Ling Tian's poem is gentle and graceful, very different from his style, it is actually a love poem at first sight.

The six judges carefully commented on the poems of Ling Tian and Ximen Qing, but everyone frowned, if the poems of these two people only talked about talent and artistic conception, they were indeed roughly between the two of them, each of them won the field, and they all felt difficult to choose for a while, so they had no choice but to announce that the two were tied.

Ling Tian shook his head and chuckled, and said with a hint of helplessness: "Ling Tianshi is just for Brother Qian and the fool of the poem, this poem can be said to be for Brother Qian's feelings, not only has nothing to do with the son of Ximen, but now the poetry club is even more irrelevant, how can I participate in the selection, let alone a draw? haha, if it is so casual and a few words of nonsense will be drawn, then it will inevitably be too preferential to Ling Tian, haha......"

As soon as these words came out, all the judges couldn't help but turn purple with their old faces, and no one thought that such a beautiful poem was actually not the real talent of Ling Tian that was displayed in response to Ximen Qing's excitement! So how high is the real talent of this Ling Tian Gongzi? Moreover, this Ling Tian is too crazy, such a good sentence actually claims to be nonsense, this is self-humility, it is simply arrogant! There is no one in his eyes!

In the eyes of everyone present, Ling Tian's quatrain can really be regarded as a masterpiece, almost overwhelming the audience, and although the talent of Ximen Qingzhi's poems is far superior to that of ordinary people, it is still slightly inferior to Ling Tian in the end! Shicai barely judged the draw, which has already given the Ximen family great face! You must know that although Ximen Qing's work is also of the highest quality, after all, it has some limitations, and it does not have the demeanor of a true master, so it can be buried in the wind and dust. However, the poems written by Ling Tian, especially the last two sentences "Mo Dao is ruthless and has no intention, and the spring breeze conveys sorrow", but it expresses the hazy good feelings of young men and women, but they cannot be told because of the etiquette, and they are melancholy and ashamed to silently feel. Just these two sentences of the artistic conception of wanting to speak and being ashamed are enough to be passed down to future generations and become famous sentences through the ages!

Moreover, Ling Tian's words deliberately accentuated the word 'draw', which made the judges blush. In particular, three of them came at the invitation of Ximen Qing, so they naturally favored Ximen Qing and advocated a draw. And Mr. Qin Da and Meng Lige are obviously Ling Tian's people, and they have always been square, if they compete with each other under such circumstances, they will not look beautiful! Besides, Ling Tian has already won a big game, and it is not necessary to make a peace in this game, and besides, Ximenqing's farewell is also quite unique, so the two of them did not say anything again. Tacitly acquiesced to the tie theory.

Besides, the two brothers also had the idea of seeing all of Ling Tian's other abilities, if Ling Tian had won Ximen Qing by an overwhelming advantage now, the two of them were worried that after that, Ling Tian would die down and no longer show it. Based on Mr. Qin's understanding of Ling Tian alone, he knew that this kid had always been low-key, and he loved to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, if he stopped here, it would be completely possible!

But Ximen Qing didn't think so, he was really eager to save face, in order to regain his prestige, and said in his heart that this kid gave up this masterpiece, isn't it asking for his own hardship?

In fact, with his talent, he didn't see that Ling Tian's poem was really a few points higher than what he had written. Shicai Ximen was worried in his heart, lest he would lose again, and his reputation would be ruined! Once he heard the draw, he was also greatly relieved.

At this moment, when he heard that Ling Tian was going to abandon this poem, he couldn't help but let go of it even more. Heart: There are one or two quatrains in a poem, which are often the work of a generation of great Confucians, and it has always been difficult to have a good improvisation, and some Confucian scholars have studied and studied poorly, and their lives have been famous all over the world, but they have not been able to write a single good sentence! Could it be that Ling Tian thinks that such a good sentence is a stone and soil clod that comes from hand? It was also a flash of inspiration from the past, and he felt that he was already the pinnacle achievement of his own talent, but he didn't believe that Ling Tian could outperform himself again and again by playing on the spot.

Thinking of this, Ximen Qing couldn't help but snort coldly: "Ling Gongzi is really talented, Ximen Qing admires! If Ling Gongzi can make another hand-down poem, then I, Ximen Qing, swear on this day that I will never talk about poetry and words again in this life!"

Ling Tian laughed, poured a full glass of wine for himself, his eyes were focused on the clear wine, as if full of affection, and he groaned leisurely: "Those who abandon me will not be allowed to stay yesterday, and those who disturb my heart will be troubled today!"

As soon as these first two sentences came out, nearly 1,000 people in the hall suddenly fell silent! The first two sentences alone are enough to be recited through the ages!

Mr. Qin Da and Meng Lige's eyes bloomed with wonder, and they looked at Ling Tian in the field fixedly, as if they had obtained a treasure. I repeated these two sentences in a low voice, and I couldn't help but feel like drinking a century-old wine, with an endless aftertaste and a full mouth!

Qian Shuirou, Xiao Yanxue and other women were shocked, they are all great experts in this way, and they are also people who know the goods, they heard Ling Tian speak before, and they didn't think that Ling Tian was arrogant, but when they heard this wonderful sentence suddenly, their wonderful eyes flowed on Ling Tian, revealing an unbelievable look! Ling Tian just said casually, it was already a good sentence like the spring breeze conveying the meaning of water and sorrow, and no one of the girls would have thought that in this short period of time, there would be another masterpiece that would be published! Looking around the ancient and modern times, how many people can do this?! If this is the case, this humanistic talent, even if it is not unprecedented, is definitely enough to be proud of the contemporary, and it is really a well-deserved number one in the world!

Ling Tian frowned slightly, picked up his wine glass and slowly paced a few steps at the door of Tianyue Pavilion, as if he was thinking hard. Everyone couldn't help but hold their breath, lest they would disturb Ling Tian's train of thought if they took a breath of air, causing a masterpiece to die abruptly, and then he would truly become a sinner in the literary world through the ages!

Ling Tian paced two more steps, and suddenly raised his head, his face was free and easy, like a hermit wandering leisurely between the forests and springs, at this moment, in the eyes of everyone, Ling Tian was no longer the so-called prodigal son known as "the first gentleman of Chengtian", nor was he the son of a rich family, but a wise man with the world in mind!

At this moment, Ling Tian Qingyue's voice sounded, and he actually finished the whole poem in one go!

"The long wind sends autumn geese thousands of miles, and you can be in a high-rise building; you want to fly with ease and prosperity, and you want to go to the blue sky to catch the bright moon; draw a knife to cut off the water and the water is more flowing, and raise a glass to sell the sorrow is even more sorrowful; life is not satisfactory in the world, and the Ming Dynasty spreads flat boats!"

The poem has been read out, and for a long time, the hall of nearly 1,000 people is still silent! Finally, I don't know who gently puffed their palms, and everyone couldn't help but wake up like a dream, and suddenly the applause was like thunder, and the sound of color shook the ground!

What a beautiful verse! What a wise verse! What a free and easy mind! What a wisdom to penetrate the world!

What a great talent this is! It is described as stunning and gorgeous, and everyone also feels that they can't describe Ling Tian in case!

Such good verses will inevitably be sung through the ages! And Ling Tian's great name can be passed down through the ages with this poem alone! It is enough to be called immortal!

As soon as the applause stopped, a white-haired old Confucian stepped forward tremblingly, and everyone recognized him at a glance, this person was the recognized Taishan Beidou in today's literary circles, and Xihan Rongzhi was there! Ximen Qing was his most proud disciple of the closed door, and he didn't expect him to come. Seeing the teacher come forward, Ximen Qing hurriedly stepped forward to support him.

Rong Zhiyu sighed, shook off Ximen Qing's hands and faced everyone: "This is the realm of inheriting heaven and earth, and I can't allow the old man to talk too much!" But the old man really couldn't help but say a few words. The old man dared to ask Chengtian's erudite Confucians, literati and scholars a word. ”

Rong Zhi was gloomy with white hair, stretched out a thin arm, and pointed at Ling Tian stubbornly, his fingertips couldn't help trembling, and his voice became hoarse due to excitement, and he almost shouted out hoarsely: "Such a peerless talent, even if it is talented, it is difficult to describe it, it is really a rare and wonderful thing in the literary world for thousands of years, how can it be trampled into the first in your mouth?

"Like you, you are worthy of being called a literati!" Rong Zhiyu hissed: "Before the old man comes to the future, when he mentions the word Ling Tian, no one despises and despises him, and even some young parents educate their children that they would rather be virtuous if they are not talented, than become a figure like the eldest son of the Ling family of Chengtian." Rong Zhi laughed patheticly, with tears in his old eyes: "The old man also said that this Ling Tiangongzi is such an unbearable character! Now that Fang Fang learned the truth of the matter, it is really ridiculous! It is extremely sad! It is extremely angry! It is simply a burning qin and boiling cranes! It is a waste of Sven! Sure enough, it is 'it better to be virtuous than having no talent, and who can compare to Ling Tian', the ignorance of the world can be seen!"

"Young Master Ling, the old man apologizes to Young Master Ling for his prejudice against you today!" said Rong Zhiyu, who actually bowed deeply to Ling Tian. Without waiting for Ling Tian to answer, Rong Zhiyu had already stood up straight, and suddenly shouted with disgust: "Today, the old man will have a thick old face, on behalf of the people of the world, and correct Ling Tiangongzi's name in public! With Ling Tiangongzi's age and talent, in the old man's opinion, even if he is not the last, it must be unprecedented! It is enough to be called the first person in the poetry world today! But does anyone have an opinion?!"

(To be continued)