This poem is certainly good. Ye Xingyuan is 100% sure, the poems are the same, the charm is the best, and this poem is really the most appropriate to dedicate to Xiangjun.

In another time and space, in the poems commemorating the little ghost of the famous prostitute Su, this poem dares to be called the first, but he doesn't believe that it will get worse in this time and space. In this world, there is a heavenly induction, and there is cause and effect everywhere in poetry and articles, and it is not easy to completely reverse right and wrong in this place.

After being silent for a long time, an honest man finally spoke first, he pondered for a while, and hesitated a little, "Brother Ye Xian's poem is touching, and I only feel that there is an indescribable benefit."

As soon as someone speaks, there are naturally people who are related to each other, "I think this is very good, but I don't know where it is good."

"What's so good about it! This poem is not properly rhythmic, the genre is arbitrary, and it is no different from the slang songs of the mountains, how can it be on the hall of elegance?" Sheng Benqi's face turned pale, and he suddenly roared angrily, interrupting the others' speech.

He thought that he was the poet among the candidates for this year's county examination, but he didn't expect Ye Xingyuan's three-character short poem to come out almost immediately, which almost immediately suppressed his limelight.

Although others have a limited level of appreciation, they can't say the benefits of Ye Xingyuan's poem for the time being, but at this time, the discussion is attracted by this poem, and Sheng Benqi's poem has long been forgotten outside the clouds. This alone can see the difference between the two poems.

Sheng Benqi also has a bit of talent, of course, he can also taste the benefits of Ye Xingyuan's three-character poems, it is precisely because of this that he is even more annoyed, maliciously slandered, and must not let others guide public opinion.

"Yes! Brother Ye Xian is immature after all, the intention of this poem is good, but it is a pity that it is jerky in the end, or Brother Sheng's poems are timeless, echoing before and after, from the scene to the love, and then from the love to the illusion, it can be the best!" Sheng Benqi expressed his attitude, and immediately someone woke up like a dream, and quickly echoed to confuse the public.

Someone pretended to sigh and shook his head, "Brother Ye Xian, don't blame Brother Sheng for being angry, do you know that if you write poems so indiscriminately, you are on the wrong path." This way is wrong, no matter how hard you try, it is useless, Brother Sheng cherishes your talent, and hates iron not steel. ”

A few people invited by Sheng Benqi shook their tongues together, desperately belittling Ye Xingyuan and praising Sheng Benqi, but to put it simply, the point where they could attack the three-character poem was just the rhythm, and then the words were not like poetry, and they couldn't find any other faults.

Ye Xingyuan only regarded them as clowns, he believed that the eyes of the masses were clear, and most people remained silent in this wave of public opinion offensive. The more they repeatedly pondered Ye Xingyuan's three-character poem in their hearts, the more they could feel the beauty of the verses, and what was the use of these clever guys.

Sheng Benqi was complacent, consciously taking the lead back in his hands, remembering that he had a gaffe just now, he came to apologize to Ye Xingyuan in a fake way, "Brother Ye Xian, I am a straightforward temper, your poetry is not good, and I can only be blunt." ”

He paused and deliberately raised his voice, "I see that although you have a good talent, Brother Ye Xian, your foundation is not stable, and your knowledge is not solid enough.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be that the rhythm of this poem would be poor, and it would be ridiculous and generous to make such limerick poems. In this way, Brother Ye Xian may not be able to get a good result if he goes to the county exam, it is better to study for a few years behind closed doors, and it is not too late to take the exam when his knowledge has grown!"

Sheng Benqi had already prepared these words, and if Ye Xingyuan's poem could not be made, he could be suppressed logically. If Ye Xingyuan was young and vigorous, maybe he would really give up the county exam and go back to study, even if he had to take the exam again, his reputation would have been ruined.

Ye Xingyuan had expected that this person would rely on the old and sell the old, but he didn't expect him to be disgusting to this extent. As for the old Mengsheng who has not been admitted for ten years, what qualifications does he have to make irresponsible remarks in front of him?

Ye Xingyuan knew that he must not show weakness at this time, otherwise the unknown onlookers would have a vague impression, maybe he really thought that he was not good at learning, so it would be difficult for him to get rid of this image, so he immediately retorted, "Brother Sheng, why did he say this? I have heard that poets are also aspiring, their hearts are aspirations, their speeches are poetry, and their emotions are in the middle and their forms are in words."

My poem is precisely in the middle of emotion, so it can move people's hearts, how can the rhythm of the law hinder the nature of the poem?"

The charm of poetry lies in the language and rhythmic syllables, but it cannot be confined to the rhythmic syllables, and his three fonts are not without rhythm, but only the change of rhythm.

Sheng Benqi's reason is poor, he knows that Ye Xingyuan's words are right, but he can't admit it when he is killed, so he can only use strong words, "According to what you say, if I speak casually, I can enter the poem?

Of course, Ye Xingyuan can't be deducted from this hat, "Brother Sheng thinks it's a bad memory, in the poetry of the sages, there are also three words in style, such as "National Style", "Mountains and Hazelnuts", "Xi Youling", "Song of Zhou", "Sui Wanbang", "Repeated Harvest Years", etc., although I am not good, I don't dare to go against the sages, but it is just a little different from Brother Sheng's number of roads." ”

Sheng Ben's face was red, he didn't expect Ye Xingyuan to have this kind of killer feature, the three-word style is extremely rare, and there has been no famous article handed down for hundreds of years, where can he remember it in a hurry?

"Even so, your poetry is full of ghosts, it's not good, you have to change it!" There is nothing to say at all, Sheng Benqi only has red mouth and white teeth, biting Ye Xingyuan's poem is not good, anyway, the authority of poetry here and now is him, he said no, who else dares to say yes?

Ye Xingyuan has really never seen such a brazen person, he has come to this point, what's the use of a dead duck with a hard mouth?

"Brother Ye Xian, what Brother Sheng said will not be wrong, he is a famous poet, and even the old man of the county once said that he was good, after all, you are young, and you can study for a few more years. Someone hurriedly came up and pretended to persuade, but in the words, it was still not good to detain Ye Xingyuan's poem.

The crowd of onlookers was really a little confused at this time, this poem obviously feels good, but Sheng Caizi said it badly, probably has his truth?

Everyone was in a daze, and suddenly they only heard a crisp click, and a white gas rose from the Xiangjun Tomb, soaring into the sky.

Xiangjun has appeared!

In the exclamation of everyone, there was a faint fragrance from the end of the nose, and a light rain fell from the sky, and they all fluttered, only to see a beautiful woman in Tsing Yi open her eyes in the hazy white light, and bowed down to Ye Xingyuan.

"Thank you Ye Gongzi for the poem. The voice was far away, coming from nowhere.

A group of scholars were dumbfounded, looking at Ye Xingyuan in disbelief, Xiangjun appeared to be for Ye Xingyuan's poems!

Legend has it that Xiangjun died and had a spirit, and received incense with the city god, although he did not enter the city god temple, but he also had the personality of the yin god. It is said that if someone makes a good poem in front of the tomb, he can be praised by Xiangjun, and there will be a vision in front of the tomb.

The literati of the past dynasties have paid tribute to Xiangjun here, and most of them have left poems, but the legendary apparition has not been heard for hundreds of years!

But I never expected that the legend would actually appear today, and Xiangjun's apparition is not a legend, but a real thing!

The scholars, including the onlookers, were stunned and shocked by the apparitions that could not be called miracles or ghosts. Could it be that Ye Xingyuan's poems are really good to this extent?

"Youlan dew, like crying eyes" Suddenly another song sounded, surrounding the tomb of Xiangjun endlessly, like a heavenly sound.

It was not enough to only manifest the spirit, but they even sang on the spot! The crowd couldn't help but be shocked again, and today is really worth the trip, and they actually saw and heard with their own eyes and ears the grand scene that they saw once in hundreds of years!

This peerless rhyme is matched with peerless poetry, which makes people fascinated. Only Sheng Benqi was dumbfounded, as if he had been drenched from head to foot by a basin of cold water, his teeth chattered, his whole body trembled, and he couldn't even say a word.

He just said that Ye Xingyuan's poem is not good, he thought that no one in the county would refute his face, so as to force Ye Xingyuan's head, who would have thought that a Xiangjun would jump out and appear and sing for this poem, what kind of treatment is this?

Xiangjun's insight, known all over the world, have many allusions that have been handed down, and I don't know how many sacrificial poems I have heard for hundreds of years. Who else dares to say that a poem that she personally recognizes is not good?

"Under Xiling, the wind blows and rains. The woman's singing voice was leisurely and endless, and the aftermath lingered, surround the beam for three days.

Her figure gradually disappeared into the air, the rain subsided, and the sun showed her face again, except for her wet clothes and face, which did not change much.

But the people present all had a sense of loss in their hearts, and the emotionally rich people couldn't help but burst into tears, as if they had witnessed Xiangjun's wonderful and bleak life.

Ye Xingyuan stood in front of the tombstone with great emotion. He didn't expect this poem to be able to alarm Xiangjun, thinking that this talented and beautiful woman was reduced to the dust, but she was able to get out of the sludge without being stained, but it was a pity that in the end, she still died for love when she was young, and how many days could she have fun in her life?

He originally regretted taking out this poem and causing too much movement, but now that he thinks about it, this poem given to Xiangjun is not a pearl secret investment, which can make her smile under the nine springs, and it can be regarded as a great merit.

"I just said that this poem is not simple, just listen to Brother Ye Xian recite it once, I will be numb and crispy, and when Xiangjun sings it again, I even have goosebumps, and I can't help but cry with a sour nose. A scholar shook his head and burst into tears, "I can't wait to be born three hundred years earlier and comfort Xiangjun's life!"

"Xiangjun's sentiments, I have known for a long time, but Brother Ye Xian's poem, using the scenery to metaphorize love, the scene is blended, it is really wonderful. Xiangjun has set his nature, and these readers have come back to taste and are full of admiration.

Someone said, "Now that you savor it, only three words can reflect the feeling of coldness and loneliness, otherwise the five characters and seven characters will lose their unique charm." Brother Ye Xian's poems are eclectic, and he can do this at a young age, and he will definitely be a master of poetry in the future!"

Another person said, "Originally, Brother Sheng's poems came out, and we still thought it was wonderful, but now compared with Brother Ye Xian's poems, they are like fireflies to Haoyue, which can only be regarded as a work of mortals, and Brother Ye Xian's extraordinary masterpiece cannot be compared at all!"

At this time, public opinion became one-sided, and Sheng Benqi and his people could only stay stunned. As the saying goes, stealing chickens does not make rice, but geese are pecked by swallows all day long.

What makes Sheng Benqi even more painful is that if it is just that his skills are inferior to others, it will be enough to lose a game. But from now on, I am afraid that in the eyes of the Chinese people in the county, it will no longer be worth a penny, and ten years of poetry will be lost!

Ye Xingyuan patted Sheng Benqi's shoulder open-mindedly and expressed his gratitude very sincerely. It's worse than anything, you have to pull him to compare poetry

After that, Ye Xingyuan drifted away, not taking away half of the clouds. When everyone came back to their senses, Ye Xingyuan had already disappeared outside the gate of the City God Temple, and at this moment, everyone thought in their hearts, there is a terrible person in this county.