Lin Shushu wrote a poem of spring snow, the aura is one palm and an inch high, overwhelming the crowd, only I am the only one, and I am suddenly complacent, and I feel that the leader of today's poetry is none other than myself.

Ambition is rampant!

Mr. Lu, Mr. Chen, and Mr. Li, the three most famous people in Weicheng, also praised Lin Shushu's poems, and the words of beauty were endless.

Yang Chen smiled!

Lin Shushu's poems are also called good poems!

It seems that the people in Weicheng have never seen really good poetry.

Today, let me let you see what the top poetry of the Chinese Tang Dynasty was like.

I'm not afraid of not knowing the goods, I'm afraid of comparing goods.

Come on!

Let's write a spring snow poem by Han Yu, one of the eight masters of the Tang and Song dynasties.

Spring snow!

"It's also a spring snow!"

The readers near Yang Chen saw Yang Chen start writing and took a look.

When I saw the name of the poem, I was stunned for a moment, and then I couldn't help but ridicule.

Lin Shushu has already brought Chunxue to life, could it be that you, an inconspicuous reader in Weicheng, still want to compete with Lin Shushu in the same work?

It's really boring.

Even the handsome and carefree Du Gongzi beside Yang Chen couldn't help frowning after seeing the spring snow written by Yang Chen.

It's just that the two met for the first time, and Du Gongzi couldn't persuade Yang Chen.

But he was already a little unhappy in his heart, feeling that Yang Chen didn't know the level and didn't know how to advance or retreat.

At this time, writing Chunxue and Lin Shushu to compete for the limelight will only bring humiliation on themselves.

The New Year is not a bright one!

Yang Chen wrote the first sentence of Chunxue.

However, this word is really ugly.

"The first sentence is normal!" Du Gongzi frowned slightly.

"The handwriting is even more ugly, it doesn't look like a real reader, that one reader, not all of them are good words!"

And his handwriting is like a child's graffiti, barely recognizable to people what is written. ”

The usual sentence and ugly font suddenly made Du Gongzi and the nearby readers no longer have any hope for Yang Chen's spring snow.

"At such a level, I also want to write about the competition between Chunxue and Lin Gongzi, I really don't know how long my face is!"

"It's written like a dog, can you be sure he's a scholar?"

"Coming from a scholarly family, I think even if he is an ordinary disciple of the poor family, he is ten thousand times stronger than him!"

"It's a shame on the dignity of people like me. ”

The whispers slowly spread.

Lin Shushu heard it, and after hearing it, he smiled.

In his opinion, the more useless and incapable Yang Chen is, the better.

A person who has no ability will not make any uncontrollable mess.

"It seems that I'm overthinking, this Yang Chen has no ability at all, and he is still the waste reader who laments his misfortune and is angry!"

This voice naturally reached the ears of Master Chen, Mr. Lu, and Mr. Li.

Old Man Li was unhappy in his heart, and said: "Today's young people really don't know the height of the sky, and they think that they can have a full stomach of talent after reading a few books. ”

"There is already a spring snow in front of him, and he also writes spring snow, is this to slap Lin Shushu in the face!"

"I'm afraid that if I can't slap my face, I will be humiliated!"

Chen Fuzi also said: "Young man, young and vigorous, but I don't know that the sky is high and the earth is thick, it is difficult to become a big weapon after all, this time let him suffer a little setback, after tempering, it is also a good thing!"

Mr. Lu said disapprovingly: "It's too early for the two of you to say that this poem has not been written yet, but I don't know that this spring snow can't overpower Lin Shushu's spring snow?"

Mr. Chen is the gentleman of Yunqi Academy, Mr. Lu is the gentleman of Sanwei Academy, the two academies have been fighting openly and secretly in Weicheng for many years, Mr. Lu saw that Chen Fuzi belittled Yang Chen, so he naturally spoke up against it.

I will approve of what my opponent opposes, and I will praise what my opponent belittles.

Chen Fuzi smiled: "If you want to write a poem with spiritual light and floating shadows, it is not easy to say, it is the ultimate to be able to appear two such poems today!"

Mr. Lu didn't think that Yang Chen could write any good poems.

He kept silent.

At the beginning of February, I was surprised to see grass sprouts.

Yang Chen wrote the second sentence.

There were good deeds, and they recited the poem written by Yang Chen aloud.

The New Year was not blooming, and the grass sprouts were seen in early February.

Hearing the second sentence, Mr. Lu's face was full of joy, Mr. Chen was also a little shocked, and Mr. Li's face was even hotter.

Just looking at these two sentences, it is no worse than Lin Shushu's spring snow.

If the last two sentences are not written, today's 'Dongmei' poetry will have a good poem that can be praised in all directions.

Yang Chen didn't pay attention to the hustle and bustle of the outside world.

He knows that he wrote Han Yu's poems, one of the eight masters of the Tang and Song dynasties, and the wonders of his poems are naturally self-evident.

The snow is too late in spring, so it wears the garden trees to make flying flowers.

Yang Chen wrote out the last two sentences.

The do-gooder continued to chant aloud.

In the end, all four sentences of this poem were recited together.

The New Year was not blooming, and the grass sprouts were seen in early February. The snow is too late in spring, so it wears the garden trees to make flying flowers.

Repeated recitation.

Voices are heard everywhere.

As he read and recited, his voice gradually lowered.

And the nearby scholars, as well as Mr. Li, Mr. Chen, and Mr. Lu, have all stood up.

Lin Shushu's face turned white.

The nails of the girl covered in black veil were already deeply pierced in the flesh.

"Why is this happening?"

Grand Prince Li was also stunned, he had already asked people to secretly investigate Yang Chen.

Yang Chen definitely didn't have such a ability.

He dared to marry Lin Shishi as a concubine because he felt that Yang Chen would never have the day when the salted fish turned over.

After seeing Yang Chen's poem completed, all of a sudden, on the paper, it seemed to be a divine glow, brilliant like a cloud brocade, and a bright and soft light suddenly rose.

One by one, the words jumped and appeared in the air, and each word was the size of a fist, like a star, shining brightly.

"This is a splendid pen, a splendid poem!" Chen Fuzi was stunned, and his mouth was even more muttering to himself.

"Dozens of inspirations!"

"With such talent, there is no one in Weicheng who is unsurpassed, I don't know that this person is a student of that academy, and he actually has this talent but has no reputation?"

"Good poetry, good poetry!"

Mr. Lu was even more surprised: "In my life, I have never seen a poem of this level, with the existence of this poem, the rest of the poems look like chewing wax." ”

Old Man Li was silent.

There was a hint of murder in his eyes.

He naturally knows what his son does, but he also thinks that a poor sour person can't make any waves at all, so his son lets it go.

However, it now seems that he was wrong.

This Yang Chen's ability is not small.

If Yang Chen could always write poems of this level, he would have more than half of the certainty that he would succeed in becoming a god in the future.

Inadvertently, the Li family offended a future god, which was never a good thing.

"We have to nip him in the bud, and we must not let him grow up smoothly. ”

The hatred of killing the father, the hatred of taking the wife!

This is the greatest hatred in the world.

Between their Li family and Yang Chen, there is a hatred for taking their wives.

Old man Li's son took Yang Chen's fiancée.

This is irresolvable hatred.

"Yang Chen's poem is copied!"

But at this time, Grand Master Li stood up, and his eyes flashed with an astonishing light.

"I've seen this poem before!"