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Chapter 1465 Poetry in Seven Steps
Everyone asked each other, not knowing what it meant.

It was Wan Shuyi who explained slowly.

"Last year, a drop of lovesickness tears flowed to my mouth this year. The tears started to slide from the eyes to the cheeks. The tears that fell last year have not yet reached the cheeks this year. This is to say that Tang Zhuo has a big face."

"The lotus steps have not left Shangge, but his forehead has reached the front of the painting hall. Before his steps reach the attic, his forehead has already reached the front of the painting hall. I laughed at his big forehead."

"Hahaha!"

some explanation.

Everyone immediately burst into laughter.

"When he said that, it seemed that his face was really long."

"Well, the forehead is also a bit big."

"The description is quite appropriate."

But Tang Zhuo wanted to cry but had no tears.

Do you blame me for not being good-looking?
All given by parents.

"Hmph, what's the use of saying such useless doggerel? If you have the ability, you can fight me with a sword."

"Come on, but now there are only three of us left." Ye Fan shrugged, and he turned his gaze to the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord.

The Demon Lord smiled slightly.

"How do you guys compete, decide for yourself."

"As long as it is wonderful, fair and just, I fully support it."

The Demon King Peng on the stage also nodded silently, secretly agreeing to this rule.

"How about writing a poem on the spot?" Tang Zhuo smiled slyly.

He is the best at improvisation.

Every flower, every plant, every tree can be used as the nourishment in his poems.

As long as Ye Fan agrees, it will definitely make him die ugly.

Everyone's eyes lit up.

"I remember that three years ago, Mr. Tang Zhuo made a poem in eight steps, and he was the best in the world. If I can see you again today, it will be a blessing for me."

Everyone is full of longing.

Thinking about the scene at that time makes me feel excited.

Ye Fan felt disdainful.

Cao Zhi also made a poem in seven steps, and wrote a poem "Boiling beans and burning Osmunda, beans weeping in the cauldron."It is born from the same root, why is it too urgent to fry each other?

He took eight steps to compose a poem?

Rubbish.

"I don't care." Ye Fan didn't care.

Zi Yi also agreed.

"it is good!"

Tang Zhuo was excited, and the two of them agreed to half the battle for him.

"Then I will ask Wen Yaohuang to come up with a question, and I will write a poem quickly."

The Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord glanced at Ye Fan, feeling a little uncertain.

I don't know if he can hold it.

"Okay, then I will come up with the questions, but in order to show fairness, I will come up with three different questions, and you will draw lots to decide."

"no problem."

Tang Zhuo readily agreed.

To write poetry on the spot requires a huge vocabulary accumulation.

The comparison is about literary skills, and he doesn't believe that Ye Fan can match him.

The Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord waved his hand and wrote three golden question papers.

Ye Fan stretched out his hand, indicating that the two should choose first.

And he chose the last one.

Tang Zhuo opened the question paper and said loudly, "My question is 'Autumn'."

This is a good subject.

Basically no difficulty.

And under the premise of no difficulty, the only thing he has to do is to polish it well.

Let his verses have a deeper meaning and artistic conception.

On such a difficult topic.

Ye Fan can memorize more than a dozen poems casually, and they are all ancient quatrains.

And right now.

Tang Zhuo took the first step.

Horror was written on everyone's faces.

"He, doesn't he need to think about it?"

"This is too amazing! Haha, I usually rack my brains every time I compose a poem. I can hold back six characters in seven days. I never thought that one day I would see eight steps into a poem."

Even Ziyi and Mojun were a little surprised.

Shocking Tang Zhuo's literary talent is outstanding.

Tang Zhuo's eyes were shining brightly, he took a deep breath, and looked into the distance.

Taking the first step, he calmed down his breath.

In the second step, his lips moved slightly.

"A leaf in the autumn garden."

In the third step he was meditating.

The fourth step: "There is wine and long songs."

At this time, everyone began to fall into deep thought following Tang Zhuo's rhythm, thinking about the meaning of the two sentences.

But next second.

Step [-]: "Don't let the flowers go unnoticed."

"What? He did it so fast? Already uttered three sentences in the fifth step?"

Everyone was horrified, and even their breathing became short of breath.

If he said the next sentence in the next step, he would be able to break the record in history.

But everyone was disappointed.

In the sixth step, he didn't say anything, but frowned slightly, but he opened it immediately, obviously he had the last sentence.

Step Seven: "Listen to exotic songs."

"hiss!"

Suddenly, everyone on the field gasped.

It's just amazing.

Seven steps into a poem.

He even broke his own record.

Although it's only a step difference, or even just a breath away.

But it is a grand event in the poetry world.

Seven steps, a five-character quatrain, can already be astonishing as a heavenly man.

all of a sudden.

All the monsters in the stands applauded to show their approval to Tang Zhuo.

"What a poem!"

"Being able to become the king of poetry is really not for nothing."

"Based on his ability to form a poem in seven steps, he has already reserved the first place in this year's event."

"There is a leaf in the autumn garden, there is wine and there are long songs. Don't mourn the flowers, but listen to foreign songs. One rhyme to the end, let alone the moral, the structure of this poem can already be called the roost."

"The meaning is profound, why don't you say it? The fallen leaves in the courtyard are floating, but talking about wine and drinking wine with songs is a boldness that doesn't worry about everything."

"Don't break the sad flowers easily, because what is placed on them is mourning. What you listen to are songs from a foreign land, expressing a strong feeling of homesickness."

"The theme of this poem is autumn, and it describes the author's inner sadness, but also uses strong wine to set off his open-mindedness."

"This poem is absolutely perfect."

The Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord nodded pertinently: "This poem is not bad, it has both artistic conception and theme."

But the corner of Ye Fan's mouth twitched.

Nima.

Is this also poetry?

"What does your expression mean?" Tang Zhuo was enjoying everyone's flattery, but suddenly seeing Ye Fan was a little surprised, even a little contemptuous, he couldn't help asking.

"Uh... I just feel that this poem is a bit rubbish."

"presumptuous!"

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

"Trash? Seven steps into a poem, how many people in the entire demon world can do it? And the artistic conception is perfect, almost impeccable."

Ye Fan shook his head disapprovingly.

"Your poem, it sounds quite bluffing at first glance."

"But if you explain it in detail, it doesn't make sense."

"And those few people who explained the meaning of holding their feet just now were all hired by you, right? Otherwise, who would speak out of conscience."

"The left side expresses homesickness, and the right side expresses open-mindedness. If you are really open-minded, you can still drink Nima's wine."

"Isn't this poem just describing your own moaning and hypocritical appearance? I said rubbish, what's wrong?"

There was a smile on the corner of the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord's mouth. The reason why he made a very indifferent evaluation was because the artistic conception did not match.

This is not an idea that a normal person should have, and it is easy to mislead teenagers.

Everyone was also lost in thought.

If you can't think of any rebuttal, you can only start from other places.

"Hmph, it's normal for someone to make a poem in seven steps. If you have the ability, you can make a poem in six steps? Don't call him bad if you can't do it. You're not qualified."

(End of this chapter)