Originally, all the talented people came to Mingyanlou, firstly, to be prominent in front of others, to make a name for themselves in the world, and to get a good background for their future; secondly, they were not angry with Ximenqing's so-called "the world's first talent", and specially came to refute the signs.

But I never expected that at the beginning of today, in the first couplet competition, Ximen Qing, who was known as the world's number one talent, was already defeated in embarrassment, which made all the talents feel that while they were greatly encouraged, they also felt the strength of another "talent" - Ling Tian. But writing poetry is a good trick for everyone, and everyone has a draft in their hearts. Some even simply went through the best poems they had done in their minds in the blink of an eye, secretly wondering which one was in line with today's event.

The judges couldn't help but sigh secretly when they looked at the appearance of all the talented people, knowing that these boys would inevitably be dealt a more severe blow! Isn't the knowledge of couplets the basic skill of composing poetry? If you can match the absolute in an instant, and there is more than one pair, then how bad can the skill of composing poetry be?

Coincidentally, all the judges pinned their hopes on Ling Tian, hoping that this son would be able to make popular poems again, and they didn't care so much about the victory or defeat of this competition.

There was a burst of shouting and drinking, and a rich aroma of wine also wafted over, and everyone frowned. With the smell of wine, I saw that the king of Yu Sanye Mountain was the chief general, and six scholars dressed up and very handsome were sitting crooked in their respective seats, and one of them, who was only fourteen or fifteen years old, was holding a wine glass and making a fist with Yu Sanye!

"Third Master Yu!" others didn't dare to do anything, but Mr. Qin didn't care about him, "A poetry meeting is being held now, Third Master, can you be quieter?" Why don't you let the Gu landlord set up another table for you outside?"

Yu Mantian glared: "What kind of poetry will I hear, my eldest brother said, you Mr. Qin Da is a real master, but even if you are a master, you don't look at people in the cracks of the door, I am also a scholar, my Yu family is in the middle of the scholarly family, the Hanmo family, why should I be quieter? Could it be that I can't compose poetry? It's too underestimating people!"

"You can also compose poetry!" a voice came softly. The voice was ethereal and unpredictable, and it was in the east and in the west. With the cultivation of the jade sky, he couldn't even hear the specific location of the person who spoke!

Yu Mantian was furious, suddenly stood up, and scolded: "Which bastard is speaking?" Wei Lengling's eyes slid over the faces of everyone present one by one, and everyone he saw felt cold and unspeakably uncomfortable. Seeing that no one answered, he couldn't help but roar again: "Which bastard is talking nonsense?" There was still silence around him, and no one answered.

Ling Tian could hear it clearly, this voice was the woman named Qian Shuirou who he and Ling Ling met that day, and he couldn't help but be shocked in his heart. This voice came too suddenly, and after saying such a sentence, it was no longer silent, and Ling Tian didn't even know where her person was!

Yu Mantian looked around, didn't find it, but didn't sit back in his seat, but grabbed the wine jug with one hand, took a few steps forward, and said in a loud voice: "Everyone in the world thinks that the third master and I can't compose poems, but I am a rough person! Now that the third master has explained this matter, he will compose a poem for you to see on the spot! Let the world also know that the third master is elegant!"

The crowd was dumbfounded. Yu Bingyan couldn't stop stomping her feet behind Ling Tian, her pretty face was full of anger, what's wrong with this third uncle today? Why are you so crazy, you can make poems, and you're still elegant!?

Ling Tian glanced over, only to see Ling Jian squeezing his eyes at him from a distance, and suddenly his heart suddenly dawned, it must be these boys who are fanning the flames and instigating troublemakers!

Ximen Qing smiled, came out and said: "The third master of Mantian is wise and martial, and his martial arts are outstanding, but the ruler is short, and the inch is long; The third master only needs to taste. ”

Ximenqing's words were not only full of good intentions, but also showed that he was patting Yu Mantian's sycophants, and these words were said when Yu Mantian was now a little unable to get off the stage, which just provided a step for Yu Mantian, which was originally very decent. In his mind, how can a rough person like Yu Mantian know how to compose poetry? He will definitely take the opportunity to step down by taking advantage of his words, and he will be very grateful to himself, so he can take this opportunity to have a good relationship with the Yu family.

Ximen Qing's wishful thinking in his stomach sounded, and he smiled gracefully and elegantly, waiting for Yu Mantian to thank him.

Unexpectedly, Yu Mantian didn't appreciate it, but was furious, and scolded: "Your grandmother, Ximen little bastard, do you also think that Lao Tzu can't write poetry?"

Ximen Qing's fart slapped the horse's leg, and he couldn't help but be embarrassed, and said angrily: "Then it's up to the third master!"

"Qiang!" The jade sword was unsheathed, and the tip of the sword was pointing at the back of Ximen Qing leaving! Everyone was shocked, thinking that even if you don't accept the kindness of others, then you don't need to draw your sword and kill people, right?

After a few brushes, seven or eight figures suddenly appeared in the Pavilion of Paradise where the Ximen family lived, firmly protecting Ximen Qing in the middle, and everyone had their swords unsheathed, as if they were facing a great enemy.

Yu Mantian laughed and said, "Lao Tzu is composing poetry, why are you so unruly, what are you going to do?

The crowd was speechless for a while. You drew your sword and slashed and killed, but you were actually composing poetry?

Yu Sanye waved his long sword again, and chanted his first line of poetry in a long voice: "A sword in Lao Tzu's hand!"

Ling Tian snorted, and the tea that had just been drunk in his mouth squirted out, only to hear Yu Mantian then recite the second sentence energetically: "There are millions of bastards in the world!"

Yu Bingyan puffed out her mouth with a smile, a little angry, and a little unable to help laughing. As for the major families around who have nothing to do with themselves, they are even more laughing. Several respected judges sneered at their old faces and kept blowing their beards.

Yu Mantian turned around, the sword dance was like a sword dance, and he pointed to Ximen Qing with disgust, and shouted the last two lines of 'poetry': "Provoke Lao Tzu's heart and kill these bastards!"

Triumphantly returned the sword into the sheath, and the third master of Yu raised his head: "How?!Every sentence rhymes?!Not bad! Praise me, I can bear it!"

A piece of people turned on their backs!

"Papapa......" applause rang out, followed by a loud compliment: "Good poetry, good poetry!" followed by a long, loud whistle. It's Ling Chi!

All the great Confucians looked at each other, a black line!

"Is this also poetry?" A voice sneered, and in the midst of the laughter in the hall, it was clearly audible! Everyone could hear it clearly, the person who said this was the person who laughed at the jade sky, but her voice was still ethereal, in the entire Mingyan Building, although it was not a martial arts meeting, but there were a large number of masters present, and it was not a top master at the level of Ling Ling and Ling Jian, but no one heard where this person was hiding!

Yu Sanye roared: "Who dares to say that this is not a poem? Stand up!" The sound was like thunder, and suddenly, everyone was silent! Obviously, Fang Caiyu didn't hear the person's location all over the sky!

At the moment when that voice just sounded, Ling Tian's eyes were fixed on the Heavenly Moon Pavilion!

Turning his head to the girl standing aside, he said lightly: "Call your landlord over!"

The girl said yes and went out.

After a while, Gu Xiyan hurried over. Ling Tian looked at her coldly, silent for a long time, and only looked at Gu Xiyan in a cold sweat! Only then did he ask, "Who is the one who ordered Tianyue Pavilion? Why didn't I know that such a person was coming to Mingyan Tower!"

Gu Xiyan wiped a cold sweat and said in a low voice: "Please forgive the son, then the head of the royal family came to book the Tianxiang Pavilion, but it had already been decided for the lord, and the concubine immediately refused politely; ”

Ling Tian frowned. He already knew about this matter, and he thought that it must be the prince or princess of which country inside, which was reasonable, but the voice just now was actually Qian Shuirou's! Since Qian Shuirou was able to speak casually, first of all, he was the highest person inside! Then, Ling Tian could be sure that there was no one from the Chengtian Imperial Family inside! If there was, then it was impossible for him not to receive the news!

If so, the problem arises. What kind of identity is this Qian Shuirou? Why did the Chengtian Imperial Family actually buy it for her and set up the Tianyue Pavilion? With the domineering surname of the Chengtian Imperial Family, she was willing to condescend to the inferior Tianyue Pavilion, was it because she was unwilling to reveal her identity, and what was her relationship with the Chengtian Imperial Family? What changes were hidden in the middle that she did not know? These are all questions!

After pondering for a long time, he asked, "Do you know how many people they have come? Who is serving in them? Do you have any of your own people?"

Gu Xiyan said in a low voice: "At the beginning, there were four people here, but I don't know if there was an increase later." They all wore big hats that covered their faces. They refused to be served in the Ming Yan Building, and there were no people of their own. ”

"Oh?" Ling Tian's eyes narrowed. This matter is very strange! It seems that it is necessary for me to go to talk to Long Qianxing, the chief manager of Ouchi.

Ling Tian called out to the early hours of the morning and whispered a few words in her ear. Ling Chen said yes and walked out.

Gu Xiyan stood quietly, only to feel that the aura sprouting from Ling Tian's body was becoming more and more gloomy, and he couldn't help but feel his heart beat faster, and the cold sweat on his face couldn't help but fall drop by drop.

Cheers kept ringing outside, and it was obvious that there were a few talented people with real talents who had already shown their masterpieces, but Ling Tian had no interest in this so-called literary meeting in his heart!

(To be continued)