looked up and down at Song Yu, who was standing opposite him and glaring angrily, and saw that his face was gloomy, and his eyes revealed a strong sense of grievance, as if he wanted to swallow himself alive, but Zhang Fan didn't care and smiled slightly.

"You are Song Yu, the head of the four great talents of the White Horse Academy?"

Zhang Fan smiled.

His smile was terrible, like a hundred flowers blooming suddenly in the middle of winter.

Even Song Yu, a beautiful man who prides himself on being good-looking, has a feeling of being amazed.

"Is there really such a handsome man in the world?"

Song Yu, who was conceited, looked at Zhang Fan's harmless smiling face, and was suddenly stunned, and a strange feeling emerged in his heart.

However, this feeling, fleeting, was soon replaced by resentment.

Song Yu immediately smiled coldly, and said angrily: "Tang Bohu, you don't take it with you in Wu'an County, what are you doing when you come to my Beginningless City?"

Since Emperor Qin ordered Ji Jin Lingchi to be executed, the entire Beginningless City was terrified, and in public, no one even dared to mention the slightest thing about Wu'an Hou and Wu'an County, so as not to set himself on fire and harm Chiyu.

In the past few days, when Zhang Fan visited the streets and alleys of Wushi City, restaurants and tea shops to inquire about the news, he also discovered this problem.

But just now he was so proud that he forgot about this stubble, and in front of Song Yu, he bluntly said that he was from Wu'an County.

In case Song Yu, this kid, gets in the way, his identity is at risk of being exposed at any time.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan couldn't help frowning in his heart.

However, Zhang Fan is not an ordinary person, his brain is spinning, and he already has an idea in his heart.

According to Zhang Fan's experience in his previous life, when encountering such a situation, it is useless to deny it, and it will only add to the suspicion of the other party.

The best thing to do is to deliberately provoke the other person with words and change the subject.

Especially a noble person like Song Yu who cherishes feathers, as long as he speaks, he will definitely be angry, and then take advantage of the void to enter and capture him.

Of course, as a civilized person who has received nine years of compulsory education, Zhang Fan will not be like those scolding bushmen and shrews who call the street.

Zhang Fan looked at Song Yu quietly, unhurried, with a smile on his face, and said lightly: "Song Yu Gongzi, I don't know if you have ever heard a story about a smart person who said that there is a fool who says no?"

Obviously, he didn't expect Zhang Fan to behave so calmly in the face of his accusations and questions, and when he heard Zhang Fan's rhetorical question, Song Yu was even more stunned.

Song Yu was slightly stunned, shook his head, and replied truthfully: "No!"

"Oh?"

A playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and Zhang Fan looked at Song Yu, as if he was smiling, as if he had something else.

Song Yu suddenly realized, glared at Zhang Fan angrily, and shouted: "Tang Bohu, you dare to call me a fool!"

"When did I scold you?" Zhang Fan had an innocent expression on his face and shrugged his shoulders slightly, "You said it yourself!"

Song Yu was speechless for a while.

It is true that Zhang Fan put the two options of "smart man" and "stupid" in front of him, and he chose the latter himself, who can blame him.

I can only blame myself for being too stupid.

Routine!

It's all a routine!

Song Yu was heartbroken and secretly scolded himself for being stupid.

But in this way, the resentment in Song Yu's heart became more and more intense, and when he looked at Zhang Fan's eyes, he almost wanted to spew flames.

"The surname is Tang, if you have the ability, let's fight poetry on the spot, and engage in these indiscriminate routines all day long, what use can it be?"

Song Yu gritted his teeth and said.

The appearance is destined, he knows that if he competes with Zhang Fan for appearance, he will lose with the naked eye.

However, fortunately, in addition to his appearance, he is also full of talent.

Although he witnessed Zhang Fan's vision of "only moving the literary song, the heavenly cash words" just now, but the first martial arts and the second, Song Yu firmly believes that with his talent, as long as he can play extraordinarily, he is enough to crush anyone except his mentor Confucius.

Even though he has never used Rejoice to wash his hair, Song Yu has a mysterious confidence in his talent.

That's why he sent provocative words to Zhang Fan.

Moving the real chapter on the poem?

When Zhang Fan heard this, he only felt funny.

This kid dared to be blindfolded by lard, and he didn't see the vision of Lao Tzu just now!

I can't imagine how conceited this Song Yu in front of me is to provoke Zhang Fan like he is in such a hurry.

"Fighting poetry on the spot?" Zhang Fan said with a smile, "What kind of fighting method?"

"With the scene in front of you, within seven steps, compose a poem on the spot, whoever has the highest talent will win!" Song Yu raised his head, "How about it, dare you?"

He deliberately made Zhang Fan unable to refuse, so when he said this, he deliberately raised his voice.

Your Excellency the Emperor, everyone heard it clearly, and they all turned their heads and ears.

"Song Yu actually wants to fight poetry with Tang Gongzi on the spot?"

"With the view in front of you, within seven steps...... Under such harsh conditions, it is difficult to compose a poem!"

"Since Song Yu proposed it, he should be confident!"

"Senior Brother Song Yu, we support you!"

......

Hearing the discussion in his ears, Song Yu couldn't help but straighten his back, his face was smug, and he looked at Zhang Fan with a provocative gaze.

He originally thought that under such harsh conditions, even if Zhang Fan dared to fight, he would hesitate for a while, and he just took the opportunity to mock a few words and get over his mouth.

But what he really didn't expect was that Zhang Fan almost didn't hesitate, smiled faintly, and said: "Seven steps into a poem? It's also interesting! Why don't I dare!"

"Good...... What a guts!"

Looking at Zhang Fan's confident face, Song Yu felt a little empty.

Zhang Fan stretched out his hand and said to Song Yu with a smile: "Brother Song is the head of the four great talents of the White Horse Academy, so you should come first!"

"Do you want to give yourself more time?" Song Yu sneered, "I'll come first, I'll come first!"

You must know that the Emperor's Pavilion is a place where Song Yu often comes, which is quite familiar, and there are usually poems, which are shelved in the Pavilion and never shown to people.

Now, it is just right to show off and press the other party.

Song Yu walked slowly on the ridge of the roof, looking left and right, as if looking for a chanting scene.

When he got to the seventh step, Song Yu suddenly strewn and said loudly: "The white gull skimms the lake a little, the two green lotus flowers stand in the center, the lonely mountain is far away and the blue sky is endless, whose fishing boat crosses the river?"

As soon as the words fell, the cai qi burst out like a fountain, condensing in the sky above Song Yu's head, like a cloud steaming in the clouds, and suddenly covered the Emperor's Pavilion.

"Good poem!" Lu Ji slapped his thigh suddenly, "What a 'lonely mountain is far away and the sky is clear, whose fishing boat crosses the river'!"

"Well, good poetry, really good poetry!"

Pan Yue and Wang Bo glanced at each other and nodded thoughtfully.

Although I don't know what is so good about this poem, in order to support Song Yu, both of them also applauded.

And His Excellency the Emperor, everyone in the audience talked about it.

"After all, he is the head of the four great talents of the White Horse Academy, and Song Yu is really still a little talented!"

"Seven steps into poetry, this talent is not simple!"

"Now let's see if this Tang Bohu can also become a poem within seven steps!"

......

Song Yu held his head high, his face was proud, he glanced at Zhang Fan, and wanted to speak.

Who knows, before he could speak, Zhang Fan had already recited aloud, as if he came casually.

"Weiyang High Pavilion Linjiang Zhu, Pei Yu Mingluan sang and danced.

The painting building flies to the south of the clouds, and the bead curtain rolls up in the west mountain rain at dusk. ”

......

Song Yu was stunned for a moment.

What about within seven steps?

I haven't started walking yet!

Does it count as a foul?

However, just as he was stunned, a hearty laugh suddenly came from the sky in the distance.

"Good poetry!"

Hearing this voice, Song Yu was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly turned his head to look.

But in the sky, several figures quickly swept towards the Emperor's Pavilion, and they came to Weiyang Lake in a short time.

Song Yu saw it very clearly, and the person at the head was the president of the White Horse Academy and the Taishi Confucius of the Great Qin Emperor Dynasty.

And the other three are also the vice presidents of White Horse Academy.

"Teacher!" Song Yu hurriedly bowed to greet him, "Vice Dean!"

Who knows, Confucius, as if he didn't see Song Yu, walked straight to Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan's poetry also came to an abrupt end, and he raised his eyes to look at Confucius, who was also looking at him with a smile.

"This person is the Taishi Confucius?"

But seeing Confucius's dress, he did have some of the spirit of Confucianism, which made Zhang Fan suddenly feel a sense of awe.

After taking a closer look at Zhang Fan, Confucius said with a smile: "The old man took the liberty of disturbing Mr.'s poetry Yaxing, please continue!"

Seeing that his teacher was so polite to Zhang Fan, Song Yu was even more displeased.

However, displeasure is displeasure, he can't get angry in front of Confucius, otherwise his image as a good student of White Horse Academy will be gone.

Zhang Fan smiled slightly, and said neither humbly nor arrogantly: "Since this is the case, then I will continue to sacrifice ugliness!"

After a pause, I heard Zhang Fan continue, "The shadow of Xianyuntan is long, and things change and the stars move a few degrees in autumn. Where is the emperor in the pavilion now? The Yangtze River is empty and artesian outside the threshold. ”

His seven-character poem comes from the masterpiece "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng" by Wang Bo, one of the four masters of the early Tang Dynasty, and this situation, especially the last four sentences, could not be more appropriate.

Although the preface poem of King Teng's Pavilion is far inferior to the preface of King Teng's Pavilion, after all, it is from the hands of masters, and compared to Song Yu's bad poem, it is crushed by tens of thousands of times.

"The shadow of Xianyuntan is long, and the stars change and move a few degrees of autumn?" Confucius's face suddenly turned miserable, and he muttered, "Where is the emperor in the pavilion now?

I saw Confucius groaning with his head bowed and frowning slightly, as if he was thoughtful.

Suddenly, a strong and incomparably strong talent erupted like a volcano.

As if he had suddenly figured out something, Confucius raised his head suddenly, and his eyes, which were originally a little cloudy, instantly became clear, shooting out two exquisite rays of light.

At the same time, in the void, purple light filled the air, the golden lotus fell, and the holy pattern was entangled, enveloping Confucius's whole person inside.

Seeing this, Fang Mingzhou and the others suddenly showed a strange look on their faces, surprised and delighted.

"Oh my God, is this about to break through again?"

"If I'm not mistaken, Lord Dean has been stagnant for six years in the Breaking Pill Perfection Realm!"

"Yes, in the past six years, the dean has written countless poems, but his talent has never been able to make him break through to the promotion, and he can't think of today's ......."

With some shocked eyes, they looked at Zhang Fan, and Fang Mingzhou's faces were full of disbelief.

At this moment, a dull thunder suddenly sounded in the depths of the firmament.

"It's ...... Thunderstorm?"

Looking up at the sky, Fang Mingzhou and the others couldn't help but change their faces.

"Wow!"

Before his mind could turn, with a thrilling bolt of lightning, he pierced the void, fell from the sky, and slashed at the top of Confucius's head.

However, at this time, Confucius's body was shrouded in purple qi that had not yet dissipated, and the holy tattoos lingered.

The thunderbolt fell down, and it was still a few feet away from Confucius's body, and it was supported by the purple qi holy pattern, and it could no longer fall, and finally disappeared.

This scene stunned everyone at the scene.

In the Heavenly Mandate Continent, although there are countless people who are keen on the path of cultivation, they are also the most afraid of thunder tribulations, and if they are not careful, they will be crushed and ashes, and the catastrophe will never be recovered.

Especially the higher the cultivation realm, the higher the power of the Heavenly Tribulation, from ancient times to the present, there is no shortage of monks in the Jindan Realm, the Transformation God Realm, the Mortal Realm and even the Tribulation Realm, who died under the Heavenly Dao Thunder Tribulation.

And Confucius's breakthrough through the Jindan Realm and the advancement of the Yuanying Realm this time, although it also attracted the Heavenly Dao Thunder Tribulation, but this Heavenly Dao Thunder Tribulation, as if there was nothing, was all blocked by the Purple Qi Holy Pattern.

Don't...... Is this the benefit of entering the Tao with a text?

Shocked, stunned, excited, excited...... On Confucius's face, countless emotions were mixed.

Even Confucius himself didn't expect that he just meditated on Zhang Fan's four lines of poetry, and he seemed to have an understanding, so he miraculously broke through the promotion, which was simply an unexpected joy.

"Genius! This is an absolute genius!"

Confucius looked at Zhang Fan again, his eyes full of shock and excitement, "Y-what's your name?"

Rao is known for his calmness and composure on weekdays, but at this moment, it is difficult to hide the agitation in his heart, and even his voice trembles a little.

"Under Tang Bohu!"

Zhang Fan arched his hand.

"Tang Bohu?" Confucius blurted out, "Good name!"

Confucius asked again, "Tang, Tang...... Little brother, I just moved the song before, and the words of heaven are also your masterpieces?"

Before Zhang Fan could speak, Song Yu next to him couldn't help but interject: "Teacher......"

"Shut up!"

Confucius raised his eyebrows and scolded angrily, which was very different from the usual image of the amiable and smiling old man next door.

Song Yu was startled and quickly shut up.

Fang Mingzhou and the other two vice presidents looked at each other and smiled bitterly, today's dean, it seems that he is a little out of shape.

However, this is also understandable.

Under the expectant gaze of Confucius, Zhang Fan nodded and smiled indifferently: "The masterpiece is not a masterpiece, it is just barely passing!"

The masterpiece is not yet counted, barely passing...... Nothing more?!

Song Yu couldn't help but roll her eyes.

It's okay to pretend to be forced, but please don't go through the branch like this, no?

Lao Tzu doesn't want to lose face, right?

When Confucius heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up, "Barely passing? Could it be that Little Brother Tang has other more amazing masterpieces?"

Seeing Zhang Fan nodding, Confucius hurriedly turned back to Mingzhou and said, "Old Fang, hurry up and take a note!"