Chapter 1328: Ai Lian Shuo

"Flowers of land and water, vegetation, are so lovely that they are so beautiful..."

"In ancient times, wise men only loved chrysanthemums; since modern times, people have loved peonies..."

"I only love the lotus that emerges from the mud but is not stained, touches the clear ripples without being evil, is straight in the middle and has no vines or branches. The fragrance is clear from a distance, and the pavilion is clean and planted. It can be viewed from a distance but not played with."

Ye Wuque stood with his hands behind his back, his thick black hair constantly fluttering in the breeze. His clear voice slowly sounded with a trace of leisurely, and after just a few words, the whole world seemed to be completely silent. Come down!

In the Linghu Lake in front of everyone, the lotus flowers seemed to be infinitely magnified at this moment. With Ye Wuque's poem, the lotus flowers all over the lake instantly became extremely noble and even holy.

In the pavilion in the center of the lake, Young Master Tianxiang's beautiful eyes were already bright and excited, and even her breathing became a little rapid. Her red lips kept murmuring and repeating two of the sentences.

"Cleaning out of the mud but not staining... Cleaning the ripples without being evil..."

Young Master Tianxiang couldn't help but stand up, with the fragrant wind blowing on her face, she walked to the pavilion in the middle of the lake, looked at the lotus flowers all over the lake, and fell silent in the artistic conception of Ye Wuque's poem. She was a little crazy for a moment.

The beauty of the lotus, the nobility of the lotus, and the holiness of the lotus are all vividly described in these few sentences of Ye Wuque's poem, with every detail and ingenuity!

The whole pavilion in the middle of the lake was completely silent, and a look of surprise appeared on Young Master Wuchen's handsome face!

That sentence "come out of the mud but not stained, wash out the clear ripples but not evil" can be called an eternal quatrain!

In an instant, Young Master Wuchen's look at Ye Wuque became extremely strange. His heart was filled with shock. It could be said that he had never imagined that Ye Wuque would have such a great talent!

These two eternal quatrains alone are enough to defeat everyone, who can compare with them?

A strange color appeared on Bai Youhuang's perfect and delicate face, and Ye Wuque's tall and slender back was reflected in her beautiful eyes. There were many brilliance in it. She suddenly realized that Ye Wuque's body seemed to be covered with layers of layers. Mist, every time you think you know him, he explodes into a more mysterious and unknown side.

The genius representatives of the ten empires are not illiterate, and they all have some literary attainments. Who can't appreciate the talent and artistic conception of Ye Wuque's poems?

Whether it is the poems of Young Master Wuchen or Young Master Qinlong, they are really inferior to Ye Wuque's poems!

Click!

The wine glass originally held by Young Master Qinlong was crushed by him at this moment and turned into powder!

The face that was originally arrogant and sneered turned extremely ugly at this moment, like the bottom of a pot, and a flash of shock and anger flashed in the eyes as deep as a cold pool, but more importantly, it was unbelievable and unbelievable!

"This is impossible! How could this guy who came from a garbage dump in a remote area like the Xingyan Empire have such literary talent? How could he write such a poem? I don't believe it!"

Young Master Qinlong's heart was roaring. He desperately searched for all the past literary memories in his mind, trying to confirm whether Ye Wuque was plagiarizing or taking other people's works as his own, but in the end he found nothing. Young Master Long already knew in his heart that he had never heard of this poem before. It was really composed by Ye Wuque.

But the more this happened, the more Young Master Qin Long couldn't believe it. He was extremely conceited and simply couldn't accept that Ye Wuque's attainments in literature and art had actually reached such a level, completely and completely surpassing him!

Just now, Young Master Qinlong thought that he wanted to beat Ye Wuque, but now Ye Wuque's words "come out of the mud without being stained, wash through the pure ripples without being a monster" is enough to pin him to the ground and brutally torture him, and in turn, three hundred and sixty-six Ten degrees of crazy beating!

Young Master Qinlong gritted his teeth, his cheeks were tense, and his eyes were filled with coldness as he stared at Ye Wuque!

But at this moment, Ye Wuque's voice paused for a while, as if he didn't see the expressions of the people behind him at all, but continued to sound slowly!

"I say chrysanthemum, the flower that represents recluse; peony, the flower that represents wealth and honor; lotus, the noble flower. Alas! The love of chrysanthemum is rarely heard of by sages; the love of lotus, who can give it to me? The love of lotus, the flower of peony. Love is for everyone.”

When the last word fell from the gap in the leaf, a breeze blew, mixed with the fragrance of lotus, flying into the nose. The entire Linghu Lake was filled with waves, and the continuous lotus leaves were shaking continuously, and the lotus flowers were constantly shaking. Swaying, at first glance, it seems that all the lotus flowers are bending down to pay tribute to Ye Wuque and thank him for his poem!

This strange scene suddenly shocked everyone. Even though they knew it might be just a coincidence, they still couldn't help but have extremely magical thoughts!

"What a gentleman's lotus among flowers! Well done! Brother Ye, you are so talented that Wuchen is willing to be inferior! May I ask if this poem, which can be passed down through the ages and be famous for centuries, has a name?"

Young Master Wuchen was the first to speak with a long smile, with a tone of surprise and admiration in his tone. He had a heartfelt admiration and admiration for Ye Wuque's talent!

Ye Wuque turned around with a smile and said, "Young Master Wuchen is so complimentary. This poem is called 'Ai Lian Shuo'."

Of course, only Ye Wuque himself knew that he had made some minor modifications to the original version, removing some parts that could easily cause misunderstandings and troubles.

"Ai Lian said... what a great Ai Lian said! The poem is good, and the name is even better! Brother Ye, this poem should make a lot of sense!"

Young Master Wuchen raised his wine glass in honor of Ye Wuque, his expression full of excitement.

The young master of Tianxiang on the other side stared at Ye Wuque with his beautiful eyes, which were inexplicably bright, as if he wanted to see through him from head to toe, but his heart was still immersed in the artistic conception of the poem "Love Lotus", unable to extricate himself.

After a long time, the young master of Tianxiang spoke softly: "Love Lotus...Love Lotus...Mr. Ye's literary talent is brilliant, enough to amaze the world! Tianxiang admires him!"

At this moment, the young master of Tianxiang's eyes also became strange, and there was a flash of light in them.

As Ye Wuque finished his poem "Love Lotus", the faces of many disciples of Lietian Dao around him also became extremely exciting!

"It's really weird! Ye Wuque actually has such literary talent!"

"This poem "Love Lotus" is a fu that will be remembered for generations!"

"Out of the mud, it is not stained, and it is clean and not evil! A quatrain for all ages! A quatrain for all ages! In this literary duel, Ye Wuque is completely the leader, and no one can compare with him."

"Did you notice? The last sentence of the poem written by the young master of the dragon-catching just now is 'a few people depict holiness', and now Ye Wuque's poem "Love Lotus" is a complete response, wow, it's really amazing!"

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The discussion of the disciples of the Sky-Splitting Dao was extremely heated, and the voices were not concealed, so they naturally spread to the pavilion in the center of the lake.

After hearing this, the coldness in the eyes of the young master of the dragon-catching became even more terrifying, but his expression became calmer, giving people a sense of fear in their hearts, and they dared not look at him.

After Ye Wuque's poem "Love of Lotus" came out of nowhere, everyone knew that the winner of this literary duel had been decided, and the others also chose to give up tactfully. After all, no one wanted to show off their skills in front of Ye Wuque.

However, at this moment, Ji Yanran, who had never spoken, stood up quietly, wearing a white dress, and said to the young master Tianxiang with a smile: "Young master Tianxiang, haven't you always wanted to meet the author of that eternal poem?"

Ji Yanran's sudden words immediately made the young master Tianxiang's eyes fixed, and then he said in surprise: "Miss Ji, do you know the identity of the author?"

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