I, who was the cannon fodder in the fantasy world, was entangled by the heroine

Qin Jingtong's displeasure was instantly aroused by his words.

The disciples he taught would be so out of control!
"Tong Wenxuan, since you are so confident, how about letting me see?" Qin Jingtong looked at Tong Wenxuan and said.

Tong Wenxuan smiled slightly and said, "Of course, suzerain please take a look!"

Say it.

He handed the poems he had written to Qin Jingtong.

Qin Jingtong looked at the poem and nodded again and again: "Not bad, not bad!"

"Tong Wenxuan, your poetry level has indeed been improved!"

"Thank you, suzerain praise!" Tong Wenxuan cupped his hands and thanked, and then looked at Jiang Qian: "Why are you still writing? Maybe you can't write it!"

after a while

Jiang Qian put down the brush and smiled lightly: "It's finished, please read it!"

Say it.

He submitted his poems to Qin Jingtong.

Qin Jingtong took it, and then looked at Jiang Qian: "You wrote two poems?"

"Didn't you write two songs? One about war and one about homesickness!" Jiang Qian was a little puzzled.

Shouldn't you be writing two poems?Am I understanding something wrong?

"This, this, this, we are still working so hard to finally write one song, but he actually wrote two directly!"

"Is this the difference between people?"

"I'm crying, how could he hit us like this!"

"..."

Everyone heard that Jiang Qian actually wrote two poems at the same time.

Both are shocked first, followed by jealousy.

The same is true for Tong Wenxuan. When he heard that Jiang Qian had written two poems, he twitched his mouth and said stiffly, "Hmph~, the two poems are probably just two crooked melons and cracked dates!"

two poems?Is it really as Tong Wenxuan said?
However, are they all crooked melons and cracked dates?

Thinking of this, he began to look at Jiang Qian's poems seriously.

Soon, he overturned the idea in his mind.

Wonderful, really wonderful!

Both poems are impeccable, especially this one, which describes war, is so wonderful!

Is this really what he wrote in such a short time?
Qin Jingtong teleported to Jiang Qian emotionally, and asked, "Jiang Qian, did you really write these two poems in such a short time?"

"Almost!" Jiang Qian replied without blushing and heartbeat.

Anyway, you don't know who the original authors of these two poems are.

After hearing the answer, Qin Jingtong said to Jiang Qian very seriously: "Be the guest secretary of our Tianxiang Academy!"

Jiang Qian shook his head: "Forget it, I'm just too lazy to die. I'm already tired enough to be a senior brother of the Qingshan Sect."

"My dear guest, I'd better forget it!"

"Your Honor? Are the poems written by Jiang Qian really that good?"

"Nonsense, if it's not good, Sect Master Qin will invite him to be a guest minister?"

"However, I'm curious about those two poems!"

"..."

Qin Jingtong sighed after hearing Jiang Qian's refusal: "Okay, I won't force you anymore!"

At this time.

Seeing Qin Jingtong's reaction, Tong Wenxuan had a bad feeling: "Sect Master, can we listen to Jiang Qian's poems?"

"Okay!" Qin Jingtong quickly agreed.

"The first song "Quiet Night Thoughts": The moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground..."

"The second song "Broken Time": Drunk with a light on to watch the sword, dreaming of returning to the company of blowing horns..."

The first song, a feeling of nostalgia, instantly flooded everyone's hearts.

However, the second song is the kind of battlefield battle scene that instantly makes everyone feel!
At the same time, the last sentence "it happened in vain", made them feel sorry for the general in the poem!

"Okay! Young Master Jiang is a genius in "Thoughts in a Quiet Night", "Broken Array", and "Phoenix Hairpin"!"

"That's right, no matter which one of the three poems is, it's a height that I can't reach in my life!"

"Just now, Tong Wenxuan seemed to be still laughing at Mr. Jiang. I really don't know where he got his courage from!"

"As the saying goes, those who don't know are fearless!"

"..."

When Tong Wenxuan heard the two poems, he knew that he had lost completely.

He looked at Jiang Qian and found that Jiang Qian hadn't paid attention to him from the beginning to the end!

I turned out to be nothing more than a clown!
Tong Wenxuan returned to his seat in a daze, showing a wry smile!
Qin Jingtong looked at Tong Wenxuan's expression and shook his head helplessly.

Tong Wenxuan is indeed talented, whether in literature or cultivation.

It's a pity that his temper is too flamboyant, and he almost looks down on other people.

Hopefully, this lesson will give him a long memory.

Seeing that he had nothing to do with himself, Jiang Qian sat down.

Situ Yahan immediately sat next to Jiang Qian, and smiled: "Mr. Jiang, your poetry talent has refreshed again, and my knowledge of you!"

"Mr. Jiang is so powerful, why don't you give the little girl a poem?"

Jiang Qian shook his head, and replied: "Miss Situ, I'm not a genius, how could I write it all at once?"

"Aren't you embarrassing me?"

"It's okay, it will be fine after a while, I'm looking forward to Mr. Jiang's poems!" After finishing speaking, his eyes turned to Qin Jingtong.

I rejected it so obviously, how can you still say so brazenly?
I really didn't realize that you are still such a brazen person!
After Jiang Qian glanced at Situ Yahan, he withdrew his gaze.

……

In the afternoon, the bamboo forest poetry meeting ended.

Except for the interesting poems at the beginning, Qin Jingtong said some polite words in the rest.

Jiang Qian left the bamboo forest, returned to his residence, and complained: "I wasted my whole morning, and I can finally go back!"

between words.

Jiang Qian had already arrived at the door of Hu Murui's room, and when he was about to knock on the door, the door just opened at this moment.

"Brother Jiang, you are finally back, do you like it?" Hu Murui took out a wooden token and handed it to Jiang Qian.

Jiang Qian took a look and found that his name was engraved on it: "Thank you, I like it very much!"

As he spoke, he put the wooden token into his arms.

After seeing Jiang Qian accepting it, Hu Murui showed a happy smile: "Hehehe, as long as you like it!"

The voice fell.

At this time, Hu Zhuang came over with a young man: "I heard that you are leaving? This is a little kindness from my cousin!"

"Dongfang Ke, take out everything!"

"Yes, senior brother!" Dongfang Ke took out several bottles of pills and handed them to Hu Murui and Jiang Qian.

Hu Murui took the elixir and thanked him, "Thank you, cousin!"

Dongfang Ke! ! !Why is he here?

Jiang Qian looked at Dongfang Ke in surprise.