Xu Yi said, "If you want to play, I'll play with you. However, if you lose, don't stalk you."
He could tell that Xuan Lengyan had feelings for Tao Jingsheng, and if Tao Jingsheng was really a gentle man, he wouldn't bother to get involved.
However, he could clearly hear the sound transmissions of Tao Jingsheng and Su Xingchun, and he was clearly a hypocrite who was betting on both sides.
He knew that Xuan Lengyan couldn't be moved by his words.
All he could do was to help Xuan Lengyan get rid of Tao Jingsheng's halo of being a good son in troubled times.
"Mr. Yiling, why did you have a thorn in your words earlier? How could Tao Mou not afford to lose? We don't need to bother. I also ask Mr. Yiling to choose one of the hundred pictures that he made earlier, and we will use this As the theme, the subject matter is not limited, and everyone can show their skills."
Tao Jingsheng always had a gentle and jade-like appearance, as if he had really practiced so much that he lost all smoke and fire.
Xu Yi's spiritual energy was stimulated, and a painting was revealed, but it was a giant tree towering to the sky among the thorns.
Because it is an image painting, with a few strokes, the image of a giant tree is outlined, and the thorns near the giant tree are also just a few strokes.
Tao Jingsheng stood with his hands behind his back and looked up at the sky. After taking three steps, he picked up the ink pen and began to write.
"Farewell to summer, your heart is gradually softening
Branches decorated with fallen leaves in the autumn wind
Your fiery red beauty is like a dripping lantern
Reflecting in the twilight of countless layers of forests
The one who really understands you will always be
The person who fell in love with you at first sight
...
at an aging age
You will also remember when you were a child, a naughty child
trampled on his fragile shoulders, and
That youthful and innocent childhood
once fell in love with an ordinary flower
unscented
yellow flower
"
After just a glance, Xu Yi raised his head in surprise, stared at Tao Jingsheng, and couldn't help but exclaimed, "Brother Taiwan is also from the earth, what year did you come here?"
Soon, everyone's reaction dispelled Xu Yi's suspicion.
Every time Tao Jingsheng wrote a sentence, someone would recite it aloud. Later, the recitation became louder, and they were all female voices, with tremors and madness in their voices.
As soon as Tao Jingsheng wrote the pen, there was a roar of shouts, and the scene was extremely hot.
"This is the legendary Dow's new body. I saw it today, and it's a well-deserved name."
"The words and sentences are simple and straightforward, but they touch the heart of the people, and they are the first to set off a school of atmosphere."
"It seems to have no rhyme, but in fact it has a deep hidden rhyme. This new style of poetry will definitely be carried forward."
"..."
Amidst the chaotic praises, Xuan Lengyan transmitted his voice to Xu Yidao, "Tao Jingsheng's literary talent and cultivation are all chosen for a while, especially this new poem, which is a very popular new poetry style in the fairy palace recently, and it was almost carried forward by Tao Jingsheng, so, I advise you to deal with an ancient style poem, anyway, which one is better, the ancient style or the new style, has always been disputed by many people."
Xu Yi said via voice transmission, "Aren't the poems that Tao wrote to you back then also all of the same kind?"
With a swipe, Xuan Lengyan's face collapsed, "It's a matter here, if I don't teach you well as a teacher, I'm afraid you will go to heaven!"
"Master Yiling, it's your turn. By the way, don't you have sorcery and geniuses? Why don't you write a poem in a new style, so that everyone can see your skills."
Su Xingchun walked quickly to Xu Yi's side, smiling like a flower, "Yes, yes, how can you be so stupid, of course you can't do it. However, Brother Tao didn't set any restrictions beforehand, you can fool around with an ancient style poem. , you won't lose face."
Tao Jingsheng clasped his fists and said, "It's a show of shame. Brother Yiling can choose the genre as he likes. We will make friends based on literature, and we will not compete for victory."
It was said calmly, but already in the tone of a winner.
Xu Yi said, "Isn't it just a slobbering poem? To tell you the truth, in my hometown, even a small boy can write twenty or thirty poems with his mouth. What's the difficulty?"
As he spoke, he picked up the pen, dipped it in thick ink, and wrote on the paper.
But I saw him write:
if i love you,
It's not like the climbing skyflower,
Show yourself off with your high branches;
if i love you,
Never learn from lovebirds,
Repeat the monotonous song for the green shade;
Not only like a fountain,
Sending cool comfort all year round;
It's not just like a dangerous peak,
increase your height,
Set off your majesty.
even daylight,
Even spring rains.
No, these are not enough!
I must be a kapok near you,
Stand with you as the image of a tree.
root, clinging to the ground;
Leaves, touching in the clouds.
We greet each other with every gust of wind,
But no one understands our language.
You have your copper branches and iron trunks,
Like a knife, like a sword, and like a halberd;
I have my red flowers,
like a heavy sigh,
And like a torch of valor.
We share the cold wave, wind and thunder, and thunderbolt;
We share mist, liulan, hauni.
as if separated forever,
But they depend on each other for life.
This is great love,
Fortitude is here:
Love - not only love your stalwart body,
And love where you stand,
The ground under your feet.
Xu Yi put down his pen, and the audience was silent.
Xu Yi turned his eyes and saw that Tao Jingsheng was stunned, Su Xingchun's pretty face was livid, and everyone in the audience was thoughtful. Some of the nuns who applauded Tao Jingsheng earlier covered their chests and wept.
Xu Yi's gaze fell on Xuan Lengyan, and Xuan Lengyan's gaze was also looking at him. The emotions revealed in those beautiful eyes were extremely complicated, some were shocked, some were touched, and more were inconceivable.
"Brother Tao, how does my composition compare with yours?"
Xu Yi asked with a smile.
To be honest, although Xu Yi in his previous life was half a literary youth, he really didn't like modern poetry, but this poem To the Oak is an exception.
Using trees as a metaphor for people, embodying emotions in objects, blending scenes and sincere feelings, is the pinnacle of modern poetry in Xu Yi's mind.
And Tao Jingsheng's works, in this world where new-style poetry has just begun, can barely be regarded as excellent works, and can be compared with the pinnacle of Xu Yi's new-style poetry.
It is undoubtedly the difference between cloud and mud.
For the first time Tao Jingsheng lost his indifference, his eyelids twitched slightly, and his tongue became dry, "Brother Yiling is a genius! It was Tao who lost."
The education he had always received made it impossible for him to speak forcefully in front of so many people.
After all, as long as the eyes are not blind and can read characters, anyone can taste the two works, which is better.
Just one point, Tao Jingsheng couldn't figure out how this young master of Yiling could be proficient in new-style poetry. After all, even in the Immortal Palace, those who study new-style poetry are only in that small circle.
Moreover, this work is clearly written in a female tone, which is very wrong.
However, at this stall, he didn't intend to talk too much. If he said one more word, it would make people think that he, Tao Jingsheng, was really stalking.
"Miss Xuan, don't you think it's boring here, why don't we go to another place for a while?"
Under Xuan Lengyan's instruction, Xu Yi extended an invitation to Xuan Lengyan.