"There is a wisp of charming clouds, and they follow each other unknown. Holding your hands and falling behind you, you will take advantage of the good times." A talented man looked out the window and chanted quietly.
"Ququ is prepared for you, but the white continent is not at peace yet. The servant girl Yun is sleeping beautifully, and Xu Feiqiong is alone." Another talented man looked at Le Ji beside the banquet and chanted with a wretched expression.
"Even if I meet a general in the sky, the heart of spring goes back and forth. But when the wine is full of turbidity, the golden cup visits the immortal." Another talented man finished chanting and drank the wine in the cup in one sip.
Looking at these young talents and listening to the poems they recited, Ye Zan seemed to suddenly understand why "literati and poets" were called "literati and poets" in ancient Chinese. It was indeed very sexy.
However, gradually, the poetry fight between the young talents on the third prince's side and several talents on the prince's side became heated. At first, it was said that poetry was used to help drink, but later on, it became clear that no one was convinced by the other, and everyone wanted to be better than the other.
Moreover, gradually, the flames of war reached Ye Zan's side.
The protagonist of today's banquet hosted by the third prince was Ye Zan, the elder of the Yuqing Sect. The young talents were so close to each other in poetry competition that they naturally thought of letting this protagonist judge them.
Damn it, this kind of ancient poetry was "eliminated" in the earth age. Who would study this in the interstellar age
Of course, the main reason for this "elimination" is that the ancients have already written all the good poems, and future generations have nothing left to write. For example, after Tang poetry, there was the rise of Song poetry. Song poetry was called long and short sentences in the Tang Dynasty, and it was far less popular than Tang poetry. But by the Song Dynasty, it was not genius who could not write good Tang poetry. In addition, Song poetry itself was perfected in all aspects, and it had the same status as Tang poetry.
However, Ye Zan didn't show any timidity. Anyway, the auxiliary chip had a lot of comments about Tiger Balm. If you just add a few keywords to it, you can make these bastards have no problem hearing it.
"I heard that Grandmaster Jin of the Yuqing Sect was also proficient in poetry, lyrics, and poetry. There are still many of Grandmaster Jin's poems circulating in the world. Elder Ye must have such an opinion because he must have studied poetry deeply. I don't know that we and others Are you lucky enough to see Elder Ye's masterpiece?" Finally, a talented man from the prince's side showed his dagger after a compliment.
In fact, there is a group of literati in the secular world who always look down on those practitioners, whether out of jealousy or something. They think that I have famous works that will be passed down for centuries, so what if I live only a hundred years? You spend energy and live for thousands of years, but you are just like the unknown old turtle in the river. One day you die and die, but you still leave nothing behind.
Of course, they would not say it out loud or even show this kind of contempt. After all, a warrior would use his fists if he disagreed, and it would be even more terrifying for a practitioner to become angry. In fact, it can be seen from this point that practitioners are classified as rude warriors in their hearts.
"Yes, I heard Elder Ye commenting on everyone's poems just now. It must be that everyone is among them. If Elder Ye doesn't dislike it, I am willing to study ink and serve. I only hope to get a calligraphy treasure from Elder Ye." The second prince Li Haomin followed up and said , and with a sense of finality, it directly raised Ye Zan to the level of a poet.
Don't look at this Li Haomin, he looks as usual today, as if he doesn't remember what happened last night, but he may have been filled with anger. He himself is also a monk in the Foundation Establishment Realm, and he also worships in the Qingyue Sword Sect, a second-rate sect, so he doesn't need to have much scruples about Ye Zan.
However, when he heard yesterday that Li Yun had successfully established the foundation and had become the direct successor of Yuqing, Li Haomin didn't react for a while and seemed to be running away in despair. And when he reacted, thinking about his performance at that time, he really wanted to slap himself a few times, and at the same time he wanted to regain his face.
If Ye Zan can't write a poem, it's not a big deal, but it will definitely make the situation a little embarrassing. And this is enough. Anyway, Li Haomin can't do anything that is really unfavorable to Ye Zan, so he can just settle the matter in order to save face.
Hearing Li Haomin's words, Ye Zan suddenly understood, but he did not get angry. Being angry would really show cowardice. It is simply impossible for Ye Zan to compose poems by himself, but who knows that he has an auxiliary chip? The chip's database contains poems from the ancient Hua Kingdom, so just copy them!
But who copied it? While thinking about it, Ye Zan stood up and said to Li Haomin: "I don't have to worry about the second prince for studying ink. It is a wonderful thing to add fragrance to the red sleeves. I can only help Yun'er."
When Li Yun heard this, her face turned red, she quickly stood up and said, "Okay, as long as my uncle doesn't think I'm clumsy."
She is indeed clumsy. Princess Li Yun has practiced in the Yuqing Sect for many years. She has never done such a thing as studying ink. When the shopkeeper brought the long case and prepared pen, ink, paper and inkstone, Li Yun studied the ink on the inkstone, and the original shape was immediately revealed. First she poured too much water, and then splashed ink on her sleeves. The more she tried to do it well, the more confused she became.
At this time, Ye Zan had more time to search for ancient poems, and said to Li Yun: "Don't be anxious, take your time."
After hearing Ye Zan's words, Li Yun slowly calmed down. Although his movements were not so smooth, he could still draw out the ink bit by bit.
At this time, Ye Zan's search in his mind also yielded results. Whose poems should be both good and consistent with his identity as a practitioner? It is probably Li Banxian from the ancient Hua Kingdom.
Li Bai, also known as Taibai, was also known as the Immortal of Poetry. Later generations called him the Immortal of Poetry. His poems were bold and majestic, and there was a hint of immortality in them. This is probably the origin of the name of the Immortal.
Of course, this copy cannot be copied randomly. Firstly, it must have a fairy spirit, and secondly, there must be no place names, names of people, or dynasties that are not found in this world. Taking these conditions into consideration, although there are many poems by Li Bai, there are only a few remaining search results.
When Li Yun finished grinding the ink, Ye Zan picked up the brush and dipped it in ink, and put pen to paper while everyone was watching.
"The day is so short, a hundred years of suffering can easily be filled. The sky is vast, and the tribulations are long. The immortal girl hangs her temples, half of which has turned into frost. When the God of Heaven sees the beautiful girl, he laughs a thousand times. I want to win over the six dragons, and I will go back to the car and hang it. Fusang. Beidou drinks fine wine and persuades the dragon to have a cup of wine. Wealth and honor are not what you want.
After a short song, Ye Zan moved his pen quickly and copied it on the white paper in front of him. The font is of course the ancient Chinese calligraphy font in the database. Although it doesn’t have the energy and spirit of calligraphers in it, it looks pretty good at first glance.
There is no legend of Magu in this world, so Ye Zan changed it to Fairy Girl. Fortunately, this world also has legends about the sun and six dragons and fusang, otherwise it would be difficult to change it.
Seeing this short song line, everyone at the table fell silent. The talented man who burned Ye Zan before, his face turned red when he thought of his poems.
"Good, good poem. Elder Ye is worthy of being a cultivator. This poem is truly so heroic!" The prince suddenly clapped his hands and praised, immediately breaking the silence in the banquet, and a group of young talents also immediately started complimenting him.
"Ashamed, ashamed," Ye Zan put down the brush in his hand, bowed his hands to everyone, and led Li Yun back to his seat. In fact, at this time, he should throw the brush, throw his head up to the sky, laugh and go out. This pretense would be considered perfect. However, he was only forced to copy the poem once. In fact, he didn't quite understand the meaning of the poem, so he should just take it lightly.