Chapter 27: I'll Copy One Too!

"There is a wisp of charming clouds, and you can't know what to follow. Hold your hands and fall behind, and take advantage of the good times." A gifted scholar looked out the window and groaned.

"Ququ is prepared for the king, and Zhoubai is not at peace. Yun Huan is sleeping beautifully, and Xu Feiqiong is alone." Another talented man looked at Le Ji beside the table, and chanted with a lewd expression.

"Even if you meet the general in the sky, the heart of spring will come and go. But the wine is full of turbidity, and the golden cup will visit the fairy." Another talented man 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 the ancient Chinese said "literati and poets".

But, gradually, the young talents on the third prince's side, and the several talented men on the prince's side, became angry in fighting poetry. At the beginning, it was said that poetry was used to help wine, but after that, no one would accept anyone, and everyone wanted to be stronger than the other.

And, gradually, the flames of war came to Ye Zan's side.

The protagonist of the third prince's banquet today was Ye Zan, the elder of Yuqingzong. Those young talents were so indistinguishable from each other, so naturally I thought of letting this protagonist to judge.

What the hell, 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 written all the good poems, and later generations have nothing to write. For example, after Tang poetry, there was the rise of Song Ci. Song Ci was called long and short sentences in the Tang Dynasty, and it was far less popular than Tang poetry. But in the Song Dynasty, it wasn't a genius who couldn't write good Tang poetry. Coupled with the perfection of Song Ci itself in all aspects, it had the same status as Tang poetry.

However, Ye Zan didn't show his timidity. Anyway, in the auxiliary chip, there are a lot of comments on Panacea Oil. If you add a few keywords to it in random combination, you can make the group of idiots unable to understand the problem.

"I heard that Grandmaster Jin of the Yuqing Sect is also proficient in all kinds of poems and songs. There are still many poems of Grandmaster Jin passed down in the world. Elder Ye can have such insights, presumably because he has a deep research on the way of poetry. Are you lucky to see Elder Ye's masterpiece?" Finally, a gifted scholar from the prince's side showed his dagger after a compliment.

In fact, there is a group of literati in the secular world, whether out of jealousy or whatever, they always look down on those practitioners. In their minds, I have famous works that will be handed down for hundreds of generations, even if my life is only a hundred years. You have spent your energy fooling around for thousands of years, but you are just like that unknown old tortoise in the river who died one day and left nothing behind.

Of course, they won't say it or even show it when they look down on them. After all, warriors throw their fists when they disagree with each other, and practitioners are even more terrifying if they get angry. In fact, it can also be seen from this point that practitioners are classified as rude warriors in their hearts.

"That's right. I just heard that Elder Ye commented on the poems of all of you. You must be one of them. If Elder Ye doesn't dislike it, I wish to study ink and serve you. I only hope that I can get a calligraphy from Elder Ye." The second prince Li Haomin then said. , and it was a bit out of line, and he directly raised Ye Zan to the height of a poet.

Don't look at this Li Haomin, his face has been normal today, as if he doesn't remember what happened last night, but his stomach is probably full of anger. He is also a monk in the Foundation Establishment Realm, and he also worshiped in the second-rate sect of Qingyue Sword Sect, so he didn't need to have much scruples about Ye Zan.

It's just that Li Haomin didn't react for a while when he heard that Li Yun had succeeded in building a foundation and became Yuqing's personal successor yesterday, so he seemed a little bit fled. 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 poems, of course it's not a big deal, but it will definitely make the scene a little embarrassing. And that's enough, Li Haomin can't do anything that is really bad for Ye Zan anyway, just solve the matter on the face of face.

Hearing Li Haomin's words,

Ye Zan understood it immediately, but he didn't get angry. It would be really timid to get angry. It is impossible for Ye Zan to compose poems by himself, but who told him to have an auxiliary chip, the chip's database contains poems from the ancient Huaguo, and it is enough to copy one!

However, who copied it? Ye Zan stood up while thinking, and said to Li Haomin: "I don't need to trouble the second prince for the research of ink. It is a wonderful thing to add fragrance to the red sleeves, and I can only work with Yuner."

When Li Yun heard this, her face turned red, she quickly stood up and said, "Okay, as long as Master and Uncle don't think I'm clumsy."

It is indeed clumsy, Li Yun is a dignified princess, and she has practiced in Yuqingzong for many years, so she has never done such a thing as ink research. When the storekeeper brought the long case and prepared the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, Li Yun studied the ink with the inkstone, and immediately showed the prototype. She first poured too much water, and then splashed ink on her sleeves. The more she tried to do it right, the more flustered she was.

At this time, Ye Zan had more time to search for ancient poems, and said to Li Yun, "Don't worry, take your time."

Hearing Ye Zan's words, Li Yun slowly calmed down. Although her movements were not so smooth, she had developed ink little by little.

At this time, Ye Zan's brain search also yielded results, whoever's poems are not only good, but also in line with his status as a practitioner, then I am afraid it should be the Immortal Li Ban from the Ancient Hua Kingdom.

Li Bai, styled Taibai, also known as the Immortal, was called the Immortal of Poetry by later generations. His poems are bold and grand, and there is a faint sense of detachment in them, which is probably the origin of the name of Immortal.

Of course, this copy cannot be copied indiscriminately. First, there must be immortality, and second, there should be no place names, personal names, and dynasties that do not exist in this world. Taking these conditions into consideration, although there are many poems written by Li Bai, there are not many left in the final search results.

When Li Yun finished the ink, Ye Zan picked up the brush and dipped it in the ink, and wrote on the paper while everyone was watching.

"The days are so short, and a hundred years are full of suffering. The sky is vast, and the kalpas are too long. The fairies hang down their temples, and half of them have turned into frost. When the Lord of Heaven sees the jade girl, he laughs a thousand times. I want to embrace the six dragons, return to hang Fusang. Beidou drinks fine wine and persuades the dragons to have a cup. Wealth and honor are not what one wishes, and stay with others in Yanguang."

Ye Zan copied a short song on the snow-white paper in front of him. The font is of course the ancient Huaguo calligraphy font in the database. Although it does not have the spirit of calligraphy masters in it, it looks very good at first glance.

There is no legend of Magu in this world, so Ye Zan changed it to Xiangu. Fortunately, there are also legends about the sun in this world, such as Liulong Fusang, otherwise it would be really difficult to change.

Seeing this short song line, everyone at the banquet fell silent. The gifted scholar who set fire to Ye Zan before, his face turned red when he thought of his poems.

"Okay, great poem, Elder Ye is worthy of a cultivator, this poem is really so heroic!" The prince suddenly clapped his hands and praised, breaking the silence of the banquet, and a group of young talents immediately followed suit.

"Ashamed, ashamed," Ye Zan put down the brush in his hand, bowed to everyone, and led Li Yun back to his seat. In fact, at this time, he should throw the brush, go out laughing with his head up to the sky, this is a full score for pretending. However, he was only forced to do a copy of the essay. In fact, he didn't quite understand the meaning of the poem, so he should take it lightly.

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