The waiter lifted the table to the middle of the room, laid out the paper, and Fu Jinsheng personally studied ink for Ye Luo.

At this moment, everyone stood up, and the big guys stretched their necks, waiting for Ye Luo to start writing.

Ye Luo no longer shirked, and walked to the table calmly.

Fu Jinsheng smiled and handed the pen to Ye Luo, "Teacher Ye, please." ”

Ye Luo took the pen, first looked at the brush in his hand, and said with a smile: "The pen of Liupintang is not bad." ”

"You're a connoisseur." Fu Jinsheng lowered his eyebrows and said pleasantly.

Ye Luo didn't say anything, but looked up at the window.

At this time, there is no wind and snow outside the window, and the snow tends to get heavier.

He held it and thought for a moment, then began to lick the ink.

Speaking of which, this afternoon, Tang Rou clamored to give him a video, and Chengde was already covered in silver. At that time, Ye Luo's mind popped up with a poem that was very suitable for the scenery of this place.

"The scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow."

This song "Spring Snow in Qinyuan" is really suitable for the snow scene of Chengde's mountain villa.

At that time, Ye Luo wanted to recite this poem, but unfortunately was interrupted by a phone call from Professor Liu Ying.

At that time, when Ye Luo first saw this snow scene, his heart was really infinitely agitated, and he had a feeling of having the world in mind.

However, this time is different from that time, Ye Luo's state of mind at this moment is completely different from that time in the afternoon.

The snow at night is indeed beautiful.

But after all, the line of sight is not wide enough.

In the warm pavilion, the body is warm, and there are blazing eyes all around, where is there any feeling of "thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting"?

So, Ye Luo picked up the pen and wrote, "The warm hall is slightly drunk, and the snowflakes fall outside the window." ”

Looking at the first sentence written by Ye Luo, the smile on Fu Jinsheng's face became even stronger.

The beginning of this sentence can only be regarded as ordinary.

Professor Feng's face was expressionless.

And before you know it, you are already surrounded by people.

came to the front, and when they saw Ye Luo's opening, they couldn't help but compare it with Fu Ruixue's poem just now.

But what shocked them was that Fu Ruixue's opening was much more amazing than the one Ye Luo wrote now!

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little wrong, the people who couldn't see it on the periphery were a little anxious.

"Did Mr. Ye start writing?"

"What's written?"

"Oh, don't squeeze me, I didn't see it."

"The people inside, who will read it?"

"Old Fu, Old Zhao, which of you squeaked? Don't look for yourself! ”

Fu Jinsheng smiled, and then began to read aloud, "Teacher Ye wrote, 'The warm hall is slightly drunk, and the snow falls outside the window. ’”

"Ahh is worthy of Mr. Ye, this opening is well written! "Someone directly slapped Ye Luo's ass without brains.

There are also people who deliberately show off their knowledge and begin to explain, "Mr. Ye opened a scene account, starting from reality, describing tonight's situation, which is really wonderful." ”

However, more people were stunned for a moment and began to mumble quietly.

"This is written by Mr. Ye?"

"It's a little ordinary."

"It doesn't feel as good as Ruixue's."

"Oh no, Mr. Ye hasn't sobered up, right? It doesn't seem to be in the right state! ”

"This ......"

Hearing everyone's discussions, Fu Ruixue looked very embarrassed, but she knew where she came from.

But on the other hand, Fu Jinsheng's smile on his face became stronger.

Today, if the poems written by Ye Luo are not as good as his daughter's, then his daughter will definitely take off on the spot!

Although this may offend Ye Luo, what can this be compared to the girl's literary name?

The wishful thinking in his heart was crackling.

However, Ye Luo didn't pay attention to these messy things at all. He didn't care about the discussion of the people next to him.

He dipped it in ink and continued to write the next sentence.

Fu Jinsheng was humble like the scholar beside him, and after Ye Luo wrote this sentence, he couldn't wait to read it out.

"The high roller blinds look at Jiarui, and the bright color is far away from the maze."

All of you here are cultural people, so you naturally understand what this poem means.

Roll up the curtains and watch the snow fall outside the window. The white snow gradually filled the stairs.

This is about the snow scene in the summer resort that they saw in the warm pavilion.

It's also a realistic sentence.

Someone whispered, "It's a cliché." ”

"Yes, Mr. Ye's two poems are called decent."

Hearing this, Fu Jinsheng became even more proud.

Didn't you just say that my daughter's words were decent?

As a result, it now seems that who is the right person?

Fu Jinsheng naturally didn't dare to underestimate Ye Luo, but he wouldn't be arrogant. The poem of his daughter-in-law is definitely a top-notch work, but it was said by Ye Luo to be decent.

Of course, he was not convinced.

At this time, seeing that Ye Luo's poems were not amazing, Fu Jinsheng didn't mention how happy he was.

At this time, Ye Luo wrote another sentence.

Fu Jinsheng looked down, then he was a little surprised, and subconsciously read it, "Sheng Qi light leads the furnace smoke, and the grass is cold and jade." ”

These two sentences are amazing, and the level is straight up.

"Breath light leads the furnace smoke" is to write about the momentum of snowflakes in the air, which causes the furnace smoke to steam.

"Sucao Hansheng Jade Pendant" is written on the flowers and plants on the ground, crystal clear, flashing with cold light, like hanging full of jade mills, extremely beautiful.

And the most amazing thing about these two sentences is that the two scenes described correspond to each other, on the ground, in the air, up and down, majestic without losing their magnificence, handsome and heroic.

As soon as these two sentences came out, they immediately attracted applause from the audience.

The originally gloomy atmosphere suddenly became warm.

Professor Feng Jiahua, who had not spoken, could not hide his excitement at this time, and directly called "yes".

There was even a loud voice behind him, "This is the real level of Teacher Ye!" ”

"The finishing touch, it's definitely the finishing touch!"

"This little word, because of these two sentences, has directly gone up a notch."

"He is worthy of being the top writer of his time, what a wonderful pen!"

"I really don't regret seeing this tonight!"

Just now, everyone only dared to whisper when they spoke, because what Ye Luo Shangque wrote was indeed a bit ordinary. Especially compared with Fu Ruixue's poem just now, it is indeed a little inferior.

But at this time, the first two sentences of this rhyme directly injected soul into this little poem with this strange and magnificent description.

The smile on Fu Jinsheng's face was a little frozen, but he could still hold on. Because, these two sentences alone are not enough for Ye Luo's first word to stabilize Fu Ruixue's first head.

At this time, it seems that Ye Luo's poem is at most half a catty and eight taels of Fu Ruixue's.

Even, if the ending is not written, it will be slightly inferior!

Therefore, Fu Jinsheng did not panic at this time.

With such a wonderful pen, he didn't believe that Ye Luo could still write at the end.

Even if Ye Luo is a peak writer, he doesn't believe it!

However, it is useless for Fu Jinsheng to believe it or not.

Because, Ye Luo really wrote it!

He stroked one stroke at a time, until the last word was written, Fu Jinsheng seemed to have seen a ghost, his eyes widened directly, and he blurted out, "This is impossible!" ”

Those who could see this last sentence next to them were also shocked and their mouths grew up, and their eyes were full of disbelief.

Even Professor Feng Jiahua, who has always been steady, looked a little shocked at this time.

He had seen too many poems by Ye Luo, but he had never seen such a bold and novel, elegant, heroic, and imaginative phrase like today.

"What's wrong?"

"Did you write the last sentence?"

"What's in there?"

"Speak! Why are they all stupid? ”

"Read it to me."

Seeing the anomaly inside, the people in the outer circle seemed a little impatient.

Professor Feng Jiahua was the first to come back to his senses, he first glanced at Fu Jinsheng, but he still looked stunned, Professor Feng cleared his throat, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and recited loudly: "Teacher Ye's last sentence said that it should be the heavenly immortals who were drunk and crushed the white clouds. Professor Feng didn't feel it himself, and his voice trembled a little when he read this poem.

And the facts have proved that this last sentence can indeed be called the king bomb. When Professor Feng finished reading, the entire warm pavilion was suddenly silent, and the needle drop could be heard.

Everyone, at this moment, was a little distracted.

Should it be a heavenly immortal who is drunk and crushes the white clouds?

What kind of phrase is that?

Is this a sentence that a person can come up with?

Fu Ruixue, who had not been squeezed into the innermost, was directly stunned in place after hearing this.

The others were dumbfounded.

Perhaps, in the entire warm grid, only Tang Rou can still drink tea calmly.

Tang Rou didn't squeeze in, she didn't even get up, she just sat in her seat and drank tea slowly.

Listening to Ye Luo's sentences before, when others were talking in a low voice, Tang Rou didn't have much reaction. It's the same now, everyone else was shocked, but Tang Rou still had the same expression.

Not surprised, not surprised.

As if, all this is taken for granted.

There was silence in the warm pavilion for more than a minute, until Professor Feng recited aloud again, "The warm hall is slightly drunk, and the snow falls outside the window." The high roller shutter looks at Jiarui, and the bright color is far from the maze. ”

"The light of the breath leads the smoke, and the grass is cold and the jade is born. It should be the heavenly immortals who are drunk and crush the white clouds. ”

Professor Feng shook his head, his face was intoxicated and obsessed, his voice was full of magnetism, and everyone listening to it was also fascinated.

Especially the last two sentences, if you listen to them again, they are like words from outside the sky, which makes people feel shocked.

After reading it, Professor Feng also commented with emotion: "This poem, the first part is like clear water and I don't feel surprised, but the next rhyme is like a fairy in the world, not like a work in the world!" Especially the last two sentences, they are simply a stroke of genius, and it is difficult for anyone to copy them! ”

The eyes of the others looking at Ye Luo were also full of fanaticism.

The scene exploded all at once.

"Professor Feng said it well, Mr. Ye's poem is simply a masterpiece!"

"At first glance, it seems unremarkable. But now it seems that compared with the unbridled imagination of Xia Yan, it definitely complements each other. Mr. Ye definitely arranged it on purpose, one positive and one strange, which is really rare in the world! ”

"Teacher Ye is talented!"

"God! What a masterpiece! ”

"It should be the heavenly immortals who are drunk and crush the white clouds! Just this sentence, there is no one in the poetry world in 300! ”

"Three points of man, seven points of nature! Teacher Ye's poem is unmatched in the mortal world! ”

"Write the ceiling of the snow scene!"

"No wonder it is said that Ruixue's poem just now is decent, Mr. Ye's poem is really too ordinary."

"There's no comparison, there's no comparison."

At this moment, the big guy knew that the name of Ye Luo was really not blown out!

The so-called contemporary peak writers, that's really awesome!

How about Fu Ruixue's lyrics?

You've seen it just now, and it's definitely the top!

But Ye Luo was stunned and said that it was decent, and it could only be regarded as okay.

What was Fu Jinsheng's reaction? Everyone also saw it in their hearts.

I'm not convinced!

It must be unconvinced!

But the result?

Ye Luo directly teaches him to be a man on the spot!

Is it useful to be unconvinced?

It should be the heavenly immortals who are drunk and crush the white clouds.

As soon as such a sentence comes out, how can you be compared to a mortal?

Everyone knows what Fu Jinsheng is thinking about today. To be honest, everyone is not very happy. But because of his limited level, even if he wanted to express his dissatisfaction, he didn't have this opportunity.

But the leaves are falling, but they are not used to it at all.

As soon as this poem came out, all of Fu Jinsheng's calculations fell through.

Want to step on everyone to support Fu Ruixue?

Want to pull Ye into the game and use Fu Ruixue as a stepping stone?

It's all in vain!

"Good!"

"Mr. Ye's lyrics are so well written."

"Tonight was a worthwhile trip."

"It's an eye-opener."

Everyone also felt that the stuffiness in their chests dissipated, and Ye Luo also gave everyone a sigh of relief.

Fu Jinsheng's eyes were straight, and his face was full of disbelief. He really couldn't believe that Ye Luo could write such a poem in such a short time.

However, Fu Jinsheng quickly adjusted his mentality, he quickly cheered up, with a difficult smile on his face, and congratulated Ye Luo, "Teacher Ye, you are really immortal, and poetry is not like what the mortal world does!" At the beginning, Mr. Ye's song "Water Tune Song Head" gave people a feeling full of fairy spirit. Now it seems that it is definitely not an exaggeration to call Mr. Ye the immortal in the poems of his life! ”

Fu Jinsheng's mind turned quickly, he knew the situation in front of him, and it was useless to say anything. can only praise Ye Luo, so as to show that his daughter is not so bad.

It may be a little embarrassing to lose to others. However, what is the big deal about losing to the immortals in the poem?

The crowd was also complimented.

Professor Feng laughed, "The immortals in the poem? Okay, that's a good statement! ”

"The immortals in the poem? Isn't that the poet fairy? Mr. Ye definitely deserves this title! ”

"Shixian, definitely Shixian!"

But some people said: "Shixian? I remember watching Mr. Ye's show before, and Mr. Ye seemed to have said, isn't Shixian Li Bai? It's called Li Bai, right? ”

As soon as this statement came out, many people were stunned.

"Really? Did Mr. Ye say that? ”

"I think I've heard it."

"Yes. If I'm not mistaken, this poet immortal Li Bai should also be a character in the Ye Tang series. ”

Feng Jiahua was also stunned for a moment, and looked at Ye Luo with some confusion.

Ye Luo didn't explain, but licked the brush full of ink and continued to write on rice paper.

"Qing Pingle."

This is to put the name of the word brand, although the big guy has never seen this brand name, but there is nothing to say.

What surprised everyone the most was that when Ye Luo made the final payment, he wrote the name "Li Bai"!

Li bai!

Poetry fairy Li Bai!

(End of chapter)