My WeChat Lian Yaojie

Chapter 1466
"What if I could do it?"

Ye Fan narrowed his eyes and looked at everyone.

They were all astonished.

Does he really have such a skill?

Before he had time to think, Ye Fan spoke again.

"Let Ziyi write poems first, otherwise, once my poems appear, I'm afraid others will feel ashamed."

This is boasting of yourself, and stepped on me by the way?
Ziyi suddenly lost confidence in her heart.

Let me first talk about Tang Zhuo's seven-step poem completion.

Ye Fan boasted even more, as if Tang Zhuo was just a piece of trash in his eyes.

Although he is very arrogant, even a little bit in need of beating.

But judging from the brief follow-up, he seems to have fulfilled all his rhetoric.

"call!"

Ziyi let out a foul breath, and opened his question paper.

"The title I drew was 'Cold'!"

Compared with Tang Zhuo's topic, her topic is much more abstract.

Cold has many meanings.

The outside is like cold, while the inside refers to poverty, humbleness, deserted and so on.

How to choose a focus is something that needs to be considered.

The key is to match Tang Zhuo's implication, so Han is not easy to do.

"How many steps do you make into a poem?" Ye Fan asked with a smile.

"I don't make rules, I have to follow my own pace."

"Okay, let's do it."

Zi Yi entered the state of creation.

At this time, it was autumn in the demon world, and a gust of cold wind blew in, making him shiver involuntarily.

But it also gave her a hint of inspiration.

She spoke slowly, her voice was indifferent, but with a hint of attraction.

The cold food is coming to sweep the traces of spring,
The green hills outside the door are like the old days.

The handwriting of noble relatives and wealthy families,
Zigui cried through the fourth watch.

One poem is over.

Everyone started to sigh.

"I didn't expect it to be a seven-character quatrain, which seems to be much more advanced than the five-character quatrain."

"What's high-end, if you have the ability to write a seven-character verse. Besides, Ziyi took far longer than Tang Zhuo, so it's not a talent at all."

"You can push it down, I have choked out six words for a few days, and still look down on others?"

"I just compared him with Tang Zhuo."

……

Everyone has different praises and criticisms for Ziyi's poems, but most of them still praise them.

The Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord smiled faintly: "Ziyi's poem is very good, the reconciliation is neat, and it has a lofty meaning, and it can be passed down."

This review is very high.

Even higher than Tang Zhuo's.

Tang Zhuo frowned: "Mojun, do you think his poems are better than mine?"

"Hehe, I didn't say that, everyone is free to judge in their hearts."

"Just better than yours."

Ye Fan interjected: "Didn't you find the characteristics of the poem in purple clothes? This is a Tibetan acrostic poem."

After reminding.

Everyone quickly thought about it.

Sure enough, the first character of each line of the poem can be composed of four characters: poor family noble son.

Doesn't this just reflect the status quo of today's society?
No matter how difficult it is for a poor family to produce a noble son.

This is a sublimation of poetry.

Looking at it now, Zi Yi's poems are indeed better than Tang Zhuo's.

"So what? My poems are not bad, but the process of writing poems is extremely difficult, which is naturally a plus." Tang Zhuo refused to admit defeat.

"Whatever you want, it's not my poem anyway, and you two don't need to peck each other, because I will definitely be the winner in the end!"

Ye Fan waved his hand indifferently.

And Ziyi on the side was angry for a while.

Just now he thought Ye Fan was going to stand up for him.

It turned out that he wanted to use him to set off his own good.

Can it be like a person.

"Hmph, come on then, don't just talk but don't do it!"

Ye Fan thought about it for a while: "It's okay for me to come here. The main thing is that I'm thinking about how to win you! Should I slap you hard in the face, or lightly?"

Tang Zhuo laughed out loud.

"What? Is it so easy to win against us?"

"Well, please slap us in the face hard. If you are not hard enough, you will be the one who gets slapped in the face."

"Row!"

Ye Fan nodded: "By the way, how many steps did you make into a poem just now?"

"Seven steps!" Tang Zhuo was very proud.

"Seven steps a song?"

"That's right!"

"Okay, then I will come up with seven steps and seven poems today."

Immediately, Ye Fan's body emerged with a touch of unrivaled power, as solemn and solemn as a Wenqu star descending to earth.

At this moment, he exudes the brilliance of literature, and his gestures are full of accomplishment.

Naturally.

But the next moment.

The sarcasm followed like a tide.

"You fart! Seven steps and seven poems, are you talking nonsense?"

"Literary writing is all about deliberation. Your seven steps and seven poems are simply talking nonsense and insulting gentlemen."

"Hmph, you are not worthy to participate in the literary competition at all, you don't have the virtues of a literati."

"You are too crazy, completely contrary to literati."

……

Ye Fan suddenly smiled coldly and looked at everyone with contempt.

"Holding the sun and the moon to pick the stars, there is no one like me in the world."

"What ordinary people like you can't do doesn't mean Tianjiao can't do it either!"

"boom!"

A line of poetry is like a mountain pressing down on everyone's heart.

Picking up the stars with the sun and the moon in hand, I am afraid that only a saint can do this.

He even compared himself to a saint, it's just arrogant!
Is there no one like me in the world?
Doesn't it mean that he is the only one in the world, and no one in the whole world can match him?

Crazy out of the sky.

But didn't it express Ye Fan's incomparably broad mind?

With his domineering spirit, who can compete with him?

How can anyone present dare to say such bold words?

There is also a feeling of invincible loneliness in Ye Fan's poems...

Don't wait for everyone to be surprised.

Ye Fan waved his hand.

The golden question paper was opened in the void.

And there is a word in the middle: Chrysanthemum.

That's right, the title of Ye Fan's poem is 'Chrysanthemum'.

Haha, this Nima is too simple.

Ye Fan shouted in his heart, use my elementary school knowledge as a medium, and use my deep memory as a sacrifice, come out, Tang Poetry and Song Ci!
Suddenly.

Ye Fan took the first step.

Settled in the human world, without chaos.

Ask Jun Henenger? My heart is far away.

Plucking chrysanthemum under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.

The mountains are getting better day by day, and the birds are returning.

There is a real meaning in this, and I have forgotten to discern it.

……

This is Mr. Wuliu's fifth drink, which has been passed down through the ages and is still listed in junior high school textbooks.

After listening to this time.

The pupils of everyone in the audience shrank a few times, dumbfounded.

This……

Is this a poem written by Ye Fan?
The artistic conception is far-reaching, the reconciliation is fair, and the key point is also a new outlook on life and nature.

This poem can already be called the best!

In comparison, what Tang Zhuo, what Ziyi, they are definitely trash!

I saw Ye Fan moving, and took the next step.

The cold flowers are exhausted, and the chrysanthemum is full of branches.

The old picking people are frequent, and the light fragrant wine is temporarily accompanied.

The ground is at the beginning, and the mountains are more dangerous.

All nations are armed with horses, singing songs and crying tears.

……

The Nine Days of Yun'an by Du Fu, the poet saint.

Every single word is worthy of scrutiny.

It can be passed down forever.

Ye Fan took a deep breath, as if smelling a blooming chrysanthemum.

The new frost covered the tiles overnight, and the plantains were newly defeated by the lotus.

The only cold-resistant chrysanthemum is the oriental chrysanthemum.

This……

The horror of the crowd could no longer be added.

The whole poem is magnificent in diction, novel in metaphor, peculiar in imagination, magnificent in artistic conception and majestic in spirit.

It even gave life to the chrysanthemum and appeared as a metaphor of a hero.

This is the eternal chrysanthemum of Bai Juyi, the poet demon.

After three incomparable lines in a row, everyone was so shocked that they couldn't speak.

He could only watch Ye Fan's movements with a dazed expression.

His every move is deeply engraved in everyone's heart.

But for Tang Zhuo, Ye Fan was synonymous with fear, terrifying like a devil.

How could he have such an enviable talent?
the fourth step.

The corners of Ye Fan's mouth curled up slightly.

The light muscles and weak bones are scattered, and the golden core is blooming.

If you want to know, but the old trillium, the flowers begin to bloom when the herbs are destroyed.

This is Zhao Chang Hanju from Dongpo Layman.

"hiss!"

At this time, everyone gasped.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a seven-character quatrain.

this moment.

No one thought that Ye Fan was tarnishing the literati.

One step at a time, has become a good story through the ages.

His figure is so stalwart, so majestic.

All poems can be called the classics of the classics.

So that everyone has become numb.

Ye Fan didn't stop, and continued to move forward.

Dim and pale purple, melting and yellowing.

This is the chrysanthemum of Li Shangyin, the "Sage of Love of Li".

The color of Tao Ling's fence, and the fragrance of Luo Han's house.

……

Huanghuafenfen is unique and unique, and the Chongyang Festival is wrongly matched with dogwood skills.

This is the chrysanthemum folded by Xiao Taibai Lu You on September [-]th.

……

A series of seven poems is over.

The audience was silent.

Not to mention ordinary monsters, even the Hundred-Eyed Demon Monarch was stunned on the spot.

Because even he didn't know whether these verses were written by Ye Fan himself or borrowed from them.

But it cannot be denied.

Every poem he wrote can be called the first.

Take out any song at will, and it can instantly kill everyone in the Dapeng Grand Meeting Wendou.

"Clap clap clap!"

He leads the applause.

Then, the applause seemed to be contagious, covering the audience.

Even Demon King Peng, Tang Lei, Zhao Wuji and others who were far away on the high platform stood up.

There was excitement in their eyes.

Ye Fan's deeds put a lot of emphasis on the Dapeng family.

In the future, the cultural heritage of the Dapeng clan will also be kicked off by Ye Fan.

Seven steps and seven poems are a good story through the ages.

But Ye Fan didn't enjoy the joy.

Instead, he looked up at the sky and whispered at the corner of his mouth.

"The chrysanthemums are broken, the ground is full of injuries, your smile has turned yellow. The flowers are broken, and my heart is broken, and I lie quietly..."

"what?"

Most people didn't catch it.

The scene immediately fell silent following Ye Fan's whispers.

"The north wind is turbulent, the night is still young, your shadow keeps cutting, leaving me alone on the lake in pairs..."

"Is this a poem? It's so artistic."

"I don't know, this poem has exceeded my tasting range."

"He is really a talented friend."

This is a true portrayal of everyone's heart.

But Ye Fan hadn't finished yet, he waved his hand, and the Montenegro Ring shone brightly.

A piano appeared in front of everyone.

"What is that thing? It's pitch black, it can't be some magical attack weapon, right?"

"I'll go! Could it be that he is so deeply in love that he still plans to fight with someone?"

"Hey, this is too perverted."

"Is this the difference between a real literati? I am convinced!"

"As expected of Li Bai, a poet fairy, we can't even learn this madness."

(End of this chapter)