Everyone in the pavilion in the middle of the lake looked calm and composed at the moment. They all sat up straight. It was obvious that they had thought of some good poems in the past cup of tea. They were all very confident that even if they could not win the first prize, they could at least show their talents.

Only Ye Wuque kept the same action. He held his chin with his left hand, closed his eyes slightly, shook the wine glass, and drank a glass with Feng Caichen from time to time.

"The so-called opening ceremony, Wuchen, why don't you start this literary duel."

Young Master Tianxiang said to Young Master Wuchen with a smile. The latter held the bamboo book and gently pointed it at his left hand, then smiled and said, "In this case, let me start."

After that, Young Master Wuchen walked down from the throne, his moon-white martial robe floating in the wind, indescribably chic and elegant, handsome and handsome.

Young Master Wuchen took three steps forward, and a melodious voice slowly sounded.

"The fragrance of the middle stream is less than the white hair..."

"The fragrance of the ** is hidden..."

"The water has always been uneven..."

"The lotus in the lake is in full bloom in spring..."

A seven-character quatrain fell from the mouth of the young master Wuchen, setting off the lotus flowers in the lake, which complemented each other and made the entire lake pavilion suddenly quiet.

"What a beautiful lotus in the lake in full bloom in spring! As expected of Wuchen, this last sentence is quite the finishing touch, and it deserves to be known!"

The tone of the young master Tianxiang was full of deep appreciation. He raised the wine glass with his slender hand and drank it all!

The others were also constantly savoring the seven-character quatrain of the young master Wuchen. Whether it was the artistic conception or the rhyme, it was extremely good, which made many people sigh that they were not as good as him. Only

the young master Qinlong still had a conceited look in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

Bai Youhuang and Zhen Lan were also immersed in the poetry of the young master Wuchen, with smiles on their faces.

However, Sikong Zhaitian and Ji Yanran looked strange, especially Ji Yanran, who had a faint smile on her red lips, and glanced at Ye Wuque from time to time, as if she wanted to say something but stopped.

Then the representatives of the Tianjiao of the ten empires also began to compose poems one after another. There were many outstanding ones, but no one could compare to Young Master Wuchen. For a while, the atmosphere in the entire pavilion in the center of the lake was warm, and it was very lively to make friends with literature.

Until a certain moment, it was Young Master Qinlong's turn to stand up from the throne.

"Qinlong, your literary talent is obvious to all. It seems that another masterpiece is about to be published this time."

Young Master Tianxiang's words seemed to ignite a flame again, and everyone looked at Young Master Qinlong with expectant eyes.

"Haha, I don't dare to call it a masterpiece, but compared to some country folk, it is enough to beat."

Young Master Qinlong looked straight at the Linghu in front of him, and when he spoke like this, it was clearly targeting Ye Wuque.

Ye Wuque was indifferent, Feng Caichen shook his head slightly and whispered: "Don't cry until you see the coffin."

The young master of the dragon capture walked to Bai Youhuang, smiled at Bai Youhuang, and then said softly: "Youhuang, a lotus leaf and lotus poem, please appreciate it."

"Lingbo is full of brilliance, and the fragrance is soft..."

"Attracting countless elegant scholars, composing poems and copying calligraphy..."

"The cold fragrance flies into the poem, and the lotus flavor is unknown..."

"Tens of thousands of volumes of pen and ink are fragrant, how many people can depict holiness?"

The poem fell, and everyone was silent!

Even Ye Wuque opened his eyes slightly at this moment, revealing a touch of surprise, and understood that the talent of the young master of the dragon capture is indeed good!

Although this seven-word eight-sentence poem seems simple, if you taste it carefully, it has a unique artistic conception, especially the last sentence is the fire of the soul, showing his foundation!

"Good! Good! Good! As expected of Qinlong, I have to admit defeat in today's duel of literature and Taoism!"

After tasting it carefully, Young Master Wuchen immediately laughed and said three good words in a row, which showed that he was convinced.

Papapapa!

Many disciples of Lietian Dao around him couldn't help but applaud. The poem of Young Master Qinlong was indeed extraordinary, which attracted cheers from everyone.

Even Bai Youhuang was slightly startled at this moment, and the look he gave to Young Master Qinlong became a little different.

Young Master Tianxiang sighed quietly, and a touch of emotion surged on his charming face. He didn't say anything, but raised his cup to Young Master Qinlong and drank it all. Such an attitude

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shows that Young Master Tianxiang is not calm in his heart. This poem is indeed very well written.

The young master of the dragon-catching had a smile on his face, and the conceit on his face became stronger and stronger. But when he glanced at Ye Wuque, he found that the latter looked indifferent. His eyes narrowed immediately, and there was a cold light in them. Then he sneered and said, "You are indeed a country bumpkin who doesn't understand the charm of literature and Taoism. It's ridiculous to come to this gathering in the center of the lake."

The young master of the dragon-catching sneered and walked to the throne to sit down. He immediately slapped his forehead and pretended to be surprised and said, "That's right, maybe he has no parents to teach him since he was a child. Maybe his parents are illiterate good-for-nothings! Hahahaha..." As soon as

these words came out, Ye Wuque's eyes suddenly condensed, and then there was an endless and terrifying light flashing!

Parents have always been Ye Wuque's reverse scale!

In an instant, Ye Wuque slowly put down his left hand, sat up straight, and looked at the Dragon-Catching Young Master with his bright eyes. The latter also sneered at him, and the atmosphere in the pavilion in the center of the lake seemed to become tense again!

"Some people's mouths are really stinky! They are addicted to pretending to be cool. Originally, if a mad dog bites me, I would naturally not bite it, but now... I still like to kick this mad dog away!"

Ye Wuque stood up, and everyone saw him like this, and immediately worried whether he would take action.

"Mr. Ye, today we will meet friends with literature..."

"Young Master Tianxiang, don't worry, Ye is not a person who doesn't know the rules. Since we are meeting friends with literature, then Ye will simply show his ugliness."

Seeing that Ye Wuque was actually going to write poems and lyrics, everyone in this world was slightly stunned, especially those disciples of Lietian Dao, who sighed and thought that Ye Wuque was provoked by the Dragon-Catching Young Master.

"Hmph! This kind of fellow dares to compose poetry? I'll be waiting to see what happens!"

The eyes of the young master who captured dragons were cold, but he was proud in his heart. He just wanted to provoke Ye Wuque and make him impulsively participate in the literary duel, so that Ye Wuque would lose face!

As for whether Ye Wuque could write good poems, Young Master Qinlong had never thought about it. However, even if Ye Wuque really had some talent, Young Master Qinlong was not afraid at all.

Could it be that Ye Wuque's literary attainments were higher than his?

This was impossible!

Young Master Tianxiang looked at Ye Wuque, and seemed to be looking forward to what the black-robed boy would do. Would he make a splash or act on impulse?

Subconsciously, Young Master Tianxiang preferred the latter.

At this moment, facing many questioning and sighing eyes, Ye Wuque slowly walked to the edge of Linghu Lake, looked at the lotus leaves and lotus flowers in the lake, and said: "Poems, songs and poems are all the same. Today I am going to write a poem. Please appreciate it."

Ye Wuque paused and started to write a poem. His tone became long and inexplicable, echoing throughout the world!

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