Lin Che arrived at the first floor lobby.
Just look up and you can see the guests on every floor.
At this moment, there were not many guests in Zuiyue Tower, only about 300 people, most of whom were students.
It was still far from satisfying his guests.
But it doesn't matter, he has his own plans.
"Everyone—"
Lin Che was not polite anymore. He pulled out the Xuan-level sword in his hand, exerted all his strength, and with a bang, stabbed the sword into a pillar.
"I understand your intentions. Let's get started then."
Students from all levels looked at Lin Che intently, and many of them were already rubbing their hands in anticipation.
However, seeing that Senior Brother Meng Yu, Senior Sister Mo Zhaoxue, and the talented woman Gong Huachao all looked calm and composed, they did not shout or scream.
Lin Che said, "I have prepared a collection of poems and songs. I believe they are the best of all time. If any of you can surpass even one of mine, I will submit a petition to His Majesty, requesting leniency for Zhou Xianchun. I will also give him this precious sword."
"Enough of the nonsense—you going first, or me?"
At this moment, someone suddenly slammed the table and stood up. It was Senior Brother Zhong Su, whom he had met before.
Lin Che glanced at him. It was this guy again.
I wrote a crappy poem in front of his residence to curse him, and now I want to go to heaven.
Lin Che said, "Don't show off your crappy poems. Someone—"
Lin Che called out, and Xiaoqing and the others came out together, carrying a long roll of cloth.
Without Lin Che's instructions, they hung up.
However, this long roll of cloth has not been opened yet, so no one knows what is written inside.
"What I have written here is the greatest poem of all time."
"It's twelve o'clock now. If you can't write a better poem than mine by fifteen o'clock, then you lose."
Lin Che's words were extremely arrogant.
Even Meng Yu couldn't bear it any longer, and closed his folding fan, saying:
"You simply don't know how high the heavens are. Our country has been established for over 1,700 years, and no great scholar dares to claim to be the greatest poet of all time."
Mo Zhaoxue also sighed and whispered, "When I think about the future, if I want to marry this kind of person, I will...sigh."
Gong Huachao pursed his lips and smiled, putting down his teacup. "I really want to see what poem dares to claim to be the best of all time."
"Open, open, open! Open and take a look!" Countless students have already shouted.
Lin Che waved her hand. "You can open it if you want. One hundred thousand silver—if you lose, this one hundred thousand silver is mine. If you win, I'll return the one hundred thousand silver to you. I'll also lose one hundred thousand silver to you."
Zhong Su angrily cursed, "I'm a scholar, and I'm here to compete with you in poetry and song. I'm not here to place a bet with you."
"You're not, but I am. If you win, you can take my sword. If I win, what do I get? If you don't want to, then go ahead—the ticket is non-refundable."
Lin Che pointed to the door, with an attitude that said, "Come if you want to, leave if you want to, and I won't try to keep you."
A group of students who regarded money as dirt were so angry that their faces turned red and their necks became thick.
"It's only 100,000 taels. I'm out!"
Meng Yu looked very elegant. He reached into his pocket and took out five silver bills.
Each silver note is worth 20,000 silver coins, which is exactly 100,000.
"good--"
"Then, students, please sit down. Let's see what is the greatest poem of all time."
Lin Che came under the long cloth and stretched out his hand to pull it hard.
Crash!!
The long cloth fell and spread out, revealing all the words inside.
Three days.
He has put Xin Qiji's "Yongyoule: Reminiscence of the Past at Beiguting in Jingkou" to use.
Dagan was founded on military power, and many of its historical allusions and place names bear similarities to those in Chinese history. Lin Che only made minor modifications.
You can just take it and use it.
[Throughout the ages, heroes have been everywhere, no one has found Jiang Wenzhuo.]
Gong Huachao spoke first, softly reciting the first line. Jiang Wenzhuo was one of the greatest emperors in the history of the Danggan Empire, a truly legendary figure.
Just the first sentence made countless students frown.
[The dance pavilions and singing stages, their elegance is always washed away by the wind and rain. The setting sun, the grass and trees, the ordinary alleys, people say Ji Nu once lived here.]
[Thinking back to those days, the soldiers were armed with swords and spears, their spirits were as fierce as tigers swallowing thousands of miles.]
After reading this, Gong Huachao trembled and stood up unconsciously.
All the students stopped talking and their eyes were fixed on this poem.
The overwhelming momentum was really overwhelming.
[The auspicious signs of heaven were fleeting, and the battle of the Wolf's Lair was sealed, earning a hasty look northward. Seventy-seven years later, I still remember the flames of war on the Tianwu Road. It's worth looking back, at the foot of the Buddha Temple, a flock of crows drumming.]
[Who can ask: Wen Hong is old, can he still eat? ]
Bang——
Someone dropped the teacup in his hand and it broke on the spot.
The whole audience was silent.
The historical champion marquis, Fenglangjuxu. Today's aged veteran Wen Hong is already 144 years old...
The greatest poem of all time.
Assistant Professor Meng Yu has been known as a child prodigy since childhood. His achievements are above those of university students and he is known as a little scholar.
He also considered himself to be second only to the great scholars.
When he looked at this poem, his face was full of shock. He read it over and over again, and seemed to want to say something but stopped himself several times.
Gong Huachao next to him slowly sat back in his original position, his eyes lost in thought.
As for Mo Zhaoxue, she was the opposite of Gong Huachao. She was full of disbelief and rushed out of her seat to get closer to see if this was true.
"This lyric is definitely not written by him. In my opinion, it's just average..."
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