Volume 1, Chapter 186: My master, Li Bai, comes from above the three heavens.
Li Changling just waved his sleeves.
The rice paper in Dongfang Qingzhu's hand rose out of thin air.
It floated like a kite and fell into Li Changling's hands.
Ye Tingmu sniffed.
What's wrong with this girl today? Is it necessary to react so strongly?
Besides, now that you have said it this way, it is no longer written by you.
Li Changling spread out the rice paper and saw a few lines of words.
His expression changed from bright to dark.
His eyebrows were frowned from time to time.
Chao Yu snorted coldly.
His eyes were full of disdain.
As for the others, they were actually looking forward to it at this moment.
Suddenly Li Changling spoke.
His tone was a little hurried and his emotions were a little high.
"The setting sun and the lone wild goose fly together, and the autumn water and the sky are the same color."
In one word, the scene was shocked.
There were different looks in their eyes.
In just two short sentences, the artistic conception is self-evident.
"The sky is high and the earth is vast, and I feel the infinity of the universe."
"When joy is over and sorrow comes, you will know the limit of gain and loss."
"hiss........"
Lin An subconsciously looked at Ye Tingmu, with shock and astonishment in his eyes.
Chao Yu's face slowly froze, and he looked at the white paper in Li Changling's hand.
Did he really write this?
"In the mountains and rivers of Nanyue, who will pity the lost people?"
"We are all strangers from a foreign land when we meet by chance."
The wanderers nodded and listened very attentively.
What's more, some people murmured softly and chanted softly.
However, Li Changling continued, and his tone became increasingly high-pitched.
"Old people are still strong, and they would rather change their hearts when they are old."
"The poorer I am, the more determined I am. I will never give up my ambition."
Wu Yanwang clenched his fists tighter, and the depth in his eyes became more determined.
He looked up at the sky, and the sky was also looking at him.
But it doesn’t stop there.
There was no noise in the entire pavilion.
"Even if I am as small as a reed, I can still soar above the vastness of the mountains."
"I am a tiny speck floating in the vast ocean of heaven and earth."
""
Thinking of this, Situ Feng lost his composure. A look of shock appeared on the saint's calm face.
What courage and ambition this is.
Chao Yu was also shocked at this moment.
But he was so proud that he still held his head high.
It seemed that in this way, he did not lose.
Dongfang Qingzhu folded his arms across his chest, looking very proud.
Although she can't write poetry.
But she understood poetry.
Such words and such feelings are rare in the world.
Li Changling finished reading it with an excited look on his face.
"What a wonderful poem! This poem can be called immortal. This poem alone can dominate the poetry world of Kyushu for a thousand years!"
He looked at Ye Tingmu.
"May I ask, Mr. Ye, who is your teacher? How could you write such a brilliant work?"
Ye Tingmu rolled his eyes helplessly.
This poem is a combination of "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng" and "Preface to the Red Cliff".
How can it be bad?
One is Wang Bo and the other is Su Shi, what’s going on?
But since you want to pretend, just pretend to the end.
And looking at Chaoyu's expression, it was as if he had eaten shit. It was really too satisfying.
He stood up with a warm smile on his face.
He also returned the greeting.
"Master Li Bai, please forgive me for making a fool of myself."
hey-hey.....
Everyone was speechless.
Extraordinary surprise.
"Li Bai............"
“I don’t think I’ve heard of it?”
"Me too, there is no record of this in history books."
"Could it be that he is a hidden master?"
"If his disciples could write such a masterpiece, I think Li Bai must be quite extraordinary."
“That’s it, that’s it…”
Li Changling asked in confusion, "I wonder what country our respected teacher Li Bai is from? How come I've never heard of him?"
Ye Tingmu straightened his body and thought to himself, it would be a miracle if you have heard of it.
He looked up at the sky and pretended to be serious. "My master came from above the three heavens and traveled around the sea of stars. I was also young and was just taught by him. It's normal that you haven't heard of him. However, my poetry has a name. People call me the Immortal Poet Li Bai."
More than three days?
When these words were spoken, everyone present was shocked again.
Above the three heavens, isn’t that the legendary fairyland?
Could it be that the young man in front of him had been instructed by that immortal?
Even the look in the Northern Maniac King's eyes when he looked at Ye Tingmu showed a hint of fear.
As a saint, he naturally knew it.
In this world, there are walkers from the immortal world. They walk in the mortal world of the four lower realms and monitor the world.
Could it be that this kid learned from the Godwalker?
If that's the case, then he probably can't afford to offend him.
Now that I think about it, this guy's swordsmanship is weird and beyond the capabilities of ordinary people.
Being able to use the clutch and combination to cut the wandering spirit is easy.
It's so weird, it's indeed possible.
Ye Tingmu pulled the corner of his mouth, looking complacent.
But I was laughing inside.
Chao Yu was very tactful and returned to sit beside King Beimang.
He knew that his poetry was comparable to Ye Tingmu's.
Like a firefly looking up at the stars.
Not on the same level.
It’s so annoying. This guy seems to want to put himself above me everywhere.
Could it be that he appeared specifically to defeat me?
Thinking of his gloomy face, his silver teeth chattered.
But he didn't say anything.
If I were to argue with him in front of so many people.
You will only be laughed at by others and you can't afford to lose.
Li Changling seemed to be lost in thought.
Then he said, "Mr. Ye, could you please give me this poem?"
Ye Tingmu sniffed angrily.
He looked at Dongfang Qingzhu, his eyes full of tenderness.
"I have already given this poem to Qingzhu. If she is willing to give it to me, then I will give it to her."
Upon hearing this, Li Changling looked towards Dongfang Qingzhu.
"Ms. Dongfang...what do you think?"
At this moment, Dongfang Qingzhu only felt that he was very proud.
She narrowed her eyes and smiled faintly.
"Okay, I'll give it to you."
Then he jumped back and sat next to Ye Tingmu.
You can see that she is very happy.
Of course Wan Jin and others were also very happy.
"Your brother is so awesome." Liu Yanyan praised in a low voice.
Feng He replied proudly: "Of course, he is my brother."
Li Changling put away the rice paper, looked around at everyone, and said calmly: "I think everyone has finished reading and is here, so I will announce the results of today's poetry gathering. The top three winners..."
"etc......."
Ye Tingmu stood up and interrupted him.
Li Changling looked at him again.
"Mr. Ye, do you have anything else to say?"
Ye Tingmu pointed and watched the chess game.
"My sister wrote it, and she hasn't read it yet."
Uh...Li Changling was speechless.
There was suspicion and surprise in the eyes when he looked at Guanqi.
Chao Yu couldn't help but snort coldly.
Even if a six-year-old child can write poetry, so what? He can't show it off here.
The others also began to discuss in low voices.
Whispering.
Li Changling said: "In fact, Mr. Ye, if your sister's poem cannot enter the top three, it is okay not to read it?"
He persuaded her because he was afraid that Guanqi was the second Fenghe.
Ye Tingmu was a little unhappy.
There was a hint of coldness in his tone.
"My sister's poem is among the top three, at least not much better than some people's."
As he spoke, his eyes were looking at Chao Yu.
In addition to the coldness, the mockery was also self-evident.
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