"The point is that this kid not only took such a huge risk and was impossible to do, but he was really outrageously successful!"

"Yes, at that time, Li Tie comprehended the body refining method given by Emperor Zheng, I thought that this son would definitely be defeated, and even the death method would be very miserable, but that kid really created a miracle! Fighting beyond the level is also becoming more and more courageous, and also creating high-level exercises in battle! Compared to this, the breakthrough is nothing! ”

"Alas! There is such a peerless demon among the current descendants, but it's a pity that it's not my Dajing, and they are cheaper in vain! ”

An old man sighed with emotion, and he had a feeling of love for talent.

After the group of Confucians returned to their positions, the atmosphere was extremely embarrassing.

Almost everyone was looking towards Yao Chuan's location.

Wang Duxiu and Li Ming were the first to speak and mock the past.

"Brother Yao Chuan, I wonder if you still remember what you said earlier?" Wang Duxiu held his long beard, and there was a deep meaning in his eyes.

Without waiting for Yao Chuan, who was blue and purple, to answer, Li Ming smiled.

"Hahaha! I remember that Brother Yao Chuan said that the poems written by the Lin boy are different, the little family is angry, there is no spirit, and he can't make a quatrain for the ages in this life, and now I want to hear how Brother Yao Chuan commented on this poem. ”

As soon as these words came out, it was already obvious that Yao Chuan was pushed to the stage of shame, although everyone understood it in their hearts, but the embarrassment after you said it was multiplied.

Yao Chuan's heart was about to explode at this moment, and finally silently recited the words of the sage for a long time and forced himself to hold back his red old face and go back angrily.

"Humph! The poetry composed by the vertical son is nothing more than relying on occasional inspiration, and what is written is nothing more than battlefield killing, and the literati of our generation should be charitable, how can this kind of poetry be admired? Besides, the level of poetry has nothing to do with the person itself, so what is the use of that kid even if he makes quatrains for the ages? After all, it's too arrogant, and it's hard to become a big thing! ”

Yao Chuan knew that he was at a loss, so he turned his head directly when he spoke, and no longer paid attention to a few people.

But the palm of his hand secretly covered his chest, holding back the blood from his abdomen.

Yes, he touched the demons in his heart again, and at the moment when Lin Yanchen made the eternal quatrain, he knew what would happen next.

But even if he endured an extremely painful backlash, Yao Chuan still did not want to admit the excellence of his juniors, and always felt that he was the first person in the world in poetry and the only leader of Confucian poetry!

When the world talks about poetry, the first thing that comes to mind must be him Yao Chuan, not Lin Yanchen's arrogant boy!

But this was just his imagination after all, and Li Ming was already full of contempt for Yao Chuan at this time.

"Alas...... Brother Yao Chuan, when you made "Spring Rain" 30 years ago, can you remember what kind of vision of heaven and earth it was? Hundreds of birds chirp in unison, alternating between cold and heat, but it is mixed with torrential rain and thunderclouds, do you know what the rest of the people say about you? ”

Yao Chuan had already decided to ignore Li Ming, an old horseman, but when he heard this, he was angry again, and turned around and shouted angrily to stop it.

"Li Ming, you're enough! Today's thing is that the old man is clumsy, he shouldn't say that the kid is bad, his poems are indeed good enough, but they just don't fit the old man's taste, why do you want to be aggressive? The old man failed to control and killed his teacher's son because of his poetry, and I have already knelt in the rain at the grave of my teacher for seven days and seven nights to atone for my sins. ”

Yao Chuan's words were sincere, and the corners of his eyes were almost full of tears, and he was also a little moved by the big Confucians next to him.

Yao Chuan's mentor was also a great Confucian, and he also wrote poems through the ages, and he was a famous master, compared with which his son's talent seemed mediocre.

In addition, his temper is eccentric and traditional, so he never opened his eyes to look at his son, and asked him to follow Yao Chuan as an ordinary disciple, responsible for cleaning the courtyard and serving tea and water.

In a few years of precipitation and brewing, his son made the shocking "Spring Rain" at the age of thirty!

It's a pity that Yao Chuan's master had already passed away at that time.

So he took this poem to Senior Brother Yao Chuan, who was the most trusted in his life, and wanted to complain about himself, and even hoped to be recognized by his father under Jiuquan.

But as everyone knows, his decision also completely buried his life......

At that time, Yao Chuan was already a little psychologically distorted, and the demons in his heart had already taken root.

When he saw the poem "Spring Rain", Yao Chuan finally broke out completely.

Since then, the world has only known that Yao Chuan made the only eternal quatrain "Spring Rain" in the past hundred years!

But he never knew that Yao Chuan had another disciple, who was also the only son of his mentor, and he died because of this poem.

It seems that the heavens feel unjust for that person, and after a short period of auspicious visions of heaven and earth, clouds are instantly overcast, and it rains for seven days in a row, among which lightning and thunder roar, and clouds are dense.

It is not so much like heaven and earth auspicious, but rather heavenly punishment.

This experience is also the last thing Yao Chuan wants to recall.

Over the years, he has enjoyed the praise of countless outsiders, so much so that he himself believes that the poem "Spring Rain" is written by himself, and he is the first person in the world to write poetry.

Under the influence of demons, his paranoid thoughts became more and more ingrained.

Later, whenever he saw a young man with outstanding talents, he always couldn't help but think of his teacher's son, and angrily scolded this heavenly way for being unfair, why did God never give him Yao Chuan the slightest wonderful sentence?

Those young people with shallow experience can make good poems, why can't Yao Chuan, who has been weathered for a long time and tried the ups and downs of others, write it?

As a result, I don't know how many poetry geniuses visited Yao Chuan, an old-timer, in order to go further in poetry, and wanted to seek some experience in creating quatrains for the ages.

But what ushered in was a burst of decline and belittlement from Yao Chuan's head and face, scolding them for not knowing restraint and being arrogant and ignorant, but they just occasionally had to be tempered by the sky, so they really regarded it as their own ability?

Therefore, after suffering Yao Chuan's blow, those young people who were not firm in their thinking even had a deep denial of themselves, after all, how could a character like Yao Chuan deceive them?

In the end, you will fall into a cycle of mental exhaustion and self-doubt.

There are more than ten talented juniors who have visited Yao Chuan, but all of them have buried their talents in the end, become idle and mediocre all their lives, and finally fade out of people's field of vision.

Grade A poems say too much, and say less and too little.

Poetry together will always be a small person until the quatrain is made, and it is impossible to last forever in the eyes of the world.

Yao Chuan seems to be beautiful over the years, but in fact, he has been depressed for a long time, just because the world's evaluation of Yao Chuan is always only one sentence: "The first person in the world to write poetry made the poem "Spring Rain", which is quite powerful. ”

As for the rest, I don't know anything.

Now that Yao Chuan heard Li Ming bring up the old things again, he instinctively had a bad premonition, so even if he pulled down his old face, he couldn't let Li Ming continue.