"There are many lovely flowers on land and water..."

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

"I only love lotus flowers that grow out of mud without being stained, wash in the clear water without being coquettish, are straight inside and outside, have no vines or branches, and their fragrance is even clearer as it spreads far away. They stand tall and clean, and can be viewed from a distance but not played with."

Ye Wuque stood with his hands behind his back, his thick black hair fluttering in the breeze. His clear voice sounded slowly with a hint of leisure, and he spoke in a few words. In just a few words, the world seemed to be completely quiet!

In the spiritual lake in front of everyone, the lotus flowers seemed to be infinitely magnified at this moment. As Ye Wuque spoke the poem, the lotus flowers in the lake instantly became extremely noble and even holy. In

the pavilion in the center of the lake, the beautiful eyes of the young master Tianxiang were already bright and excited, and even his breathing became a little rapid. His red lips kept murmuring and repeating two of the sentences.

"Out of the mud but not stained... Washing in the clear water but not demon..."

Young Master Tianxiang couldn't help but stand up, with the fragrant wind blowing on his face, and walked to the edge of the pavilion in the middle of the lake, looking at the lotus flowers in the lake from afar, immersed in the artistic conception of Ye Wuque's fu, and for a moment he was a little dazed.

The beauty of the lotus, the nobleness of the lotus, and the holiness of the lotus were all described vividly with Ye Wuque's few short fu, with every detail and ingenuity!

The entire pavilion in the middle of the lake was dead silent, and a look of amazement appeared on the handsome face of Young Master Wuchen!

The sentence "Out of the mud but not stained, washing in the clear water but not demon" can be called a quatrain through the ages!

In an instant, Young Master Wuchen's eyes looking at Ye Wuque also became extremely strange, and his heart was full of shock. It can be said that he had never imagined that Ye Wuque would be so talented!

These two quatrains through the ages alone are enough to defeat everyone. Who can compare with them?

Bai Youhuang's perfect and delicate face showed a strange color. Ye Wuque's tall and slender back was reflected in her beautiful eyes. She suddenly realized that Ye Wuque seemed to be shrouded in layers of fog. Every time you think you know him, he will burst out with a more mysterious and unknown side.

The representatives of the Tianjiao of the ten empires are not illiterate. They all have some literary attainments. Who can't understand the talent and artistic conception of Ye Wuque's fu?

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

Snap!

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

The face that was originally conceited and sneered became extremely ugly at this moment, like the bottom of a pot. A flash of shock and anger flashed in his eyes as deep as a cold pond, but more of it was unbelievable and incredible!

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

The young master of the dragon-catching army was roaring in his heart. He desperately searched all the past literary memories in his mind, wanting to confirm whether Ye Wuque was plagiarizing and taking other people's works as his own, but in the end he found nothing. In fact, the young master of the dragon-catching army already knew in his heart that he had never heard of this fu, and it was really written by Ye Wuque.

But the more this happened, the more the young master of the dragon-catching army could not believe it. He was extremely conceited and could not accept that Ye Wuque's attainments in the lineage of literature had reached such a level, completely and thoroughly surpassing himself! Just now, the

young master of the dragon-catching army believed that he would beat Ye Wuque, but now Ye Wuque's words "coming out of the mud without being stained, washing in the clear water without being evil" were enough to pin him to the ground and abuse him severely, and then beat him 360 degrees!

The young master of the dragon capture gnashed his teeth, his cheeks were tight, and the coldness in his eyes was running, staring at Ye Wuque!

However, after Ye Wuque's voice paused for a while, it seemed that he did not see the expressions of the people behind him at all, but continued to sound slowly!

"I think chrysanthemum is the hermit among flowers; peony is the rich and noble among flowers; lotus is the gentleman among flowers. Alas! The love of chrysanthemum is rarely heard after the wise; who loves lotus as much as I do? The love of peony should be shared by many people."

When the last word fell from the gap of Ye Wuque, a breeze blew, mixed with the fragrance of lotus and flew into the nose. The whole Linghu Lake was suddenly turbulent, and the continuous lotus leaves kept shaking, and the lotus flowers kept swaying. At first glance, it seemed that all the lotus flowers were bowing to Ye Wuque to pay tribute, thanking him for his poem!

This scene immediately shocked and surprised everyone. Although they knew it might just be a coincidence, they still couldn't help but have an extremely magical thought!

"What a gentleman among flowers, the lotus! Great! Brother Ye, you are so talented that Wu Chen is willing to admit defeat! May I ask if this fu, which will be passed down through the ages and be famous for generations, has a name?"

Young Master Wu Chen was the first to laugh and speak, with a tone of amazement and admiration, and he had a kind of heartfelt admiration and worship for Ye Wu Que's talent!

Ye Wu Que smiled faintly and turned around and said, "Young Master Wu Chen, you are too kind. This fu is called 'On the Love of Lotus'."

Of course, only Ye Wu Que himself knew that he had made some minor changes to the original version and removed some parts that were easy to cause misunderstandings and troubles.

"On the Love of Lotus... What a good On the Love of Lotus! The fu is good, and the name is even better! Brother Ye, this fu should be made public!"

Young Master Wu Chen raised his glass to toast Ye Wu Que from afar, his face excited.

On the other side, the young master of Tianxiang 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 faintly: "Love Lotus...Love Lotus...Mr. Ye's literary talent is brilliant, enough to amaze the world! Tianxiang admires it!"

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 amazing! Ye Wuque has such literary talent!”

“This On the Love of Lotus is

a fu that will be remembered forever!” “It grows out of the mud but remains unstained; it washes in the clear water but remains untainted! A quatrain for all ages! A quatrain for all ages! In this duel between literature and Taoism, Ye Wuque is completely the leader, no one can compare to him.”

“Did you notice? The last sentence of the poem just now by Young Master Qinlong is ‘A few people depict holiness’, and now Ye Wuque’s On the Love of Lotus is a complete response. Wow, it’s amazing!”

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The discussion among the disciples of Lietian Dao was extremely heated, and their voices were not concealed, so they naturally reached the pavilion in the center of the lake.

After hearing this, the coldness in the eyes of the young master Qinlong 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 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.

But at this moment, Ji Yanran, who had never spoken, stood up quietly, her white skirt fluttering, 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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