I'm really a decent cultivator

"Come all come!"

Lu Changsheng replied seriously.

Su Che:? ? ? ? .

Arhat:? ? ? ? .

Situ Wan'er:? ? ? ? .

They didn't understand what it meant, but it sounded like it made sense.

clang!clang!clang!
Suddenly, with the ringing of the bell, the poetry writing conference officially began.

In the center of the square, an old man held a bamboo book in his hand and looked at the audience with a smile on his face. Afterwards, Lang Lang said: "This Lantern Festival Poetry Contest will be organized by Shanghai Magic City, Didi Car Shop, and Zhifubao Commercial Firm. , Penguin and co-sponsored, the topic was also drafted by the deputy suzerain of Ghost Emperor Sect an hour ago!"

"Please listen to the questions, all talented people."

"With the theme of green grass, drizzle, spring, and magic city, write a seven-character poem. There is a time limit for a stick of incense. As long as you write the poem and put it in the cabinet, it will be cross-checked by the director of Han Academy. Three poems."

The old man's voice was extremely loud, he was a monk, and everyone began to think at this moment.

"Why did you send an old man to host? It's a bit of a waste of time." Everyone was thinking about it, but Su Che looked out the window and muttered.

However, it is true...Compared to Ya Ji in Xianlelou, this old man is indeed a bit out of place.

grass!drizzle!
spring!

Devil!

Qing Chen thought carefully, searching the five hundred Tang poems in his mind.

"I thought of it." Su Che patted his thigh.

"What did you think of?" Situ Wan'er was a little curious.

"Compose poetry." Su Che said.

"You can also compose poetry?" Situ Wan'er was slightly surprised, not to mention she was surprised, even Qing Chen was also a little surprised.

This kid can actually compose poetry?
"Why not? Follow senior brother, pigs can compose poems." Su Che said unconvinced, but after finishing speaking, he realized that this sentence seemed to be scolding himself.

After Situ Wan'er heard this, she felt even worse. She is not even as good as a pig?
"Listen to me first." Su Che waved his hands and straightened his back.

"You read."

"Ahem!" Su Zhe coughed deliberately, then stood up and said slowly.

"The grass is green in a hurry, the drizzle is continuous, the spring is coming early, and the magic city is full of joy!"

"How is it? Okay?" After reading, Su Che looked very excited.

This is his first time writing poetry.

"puff!"

Qing Chen took a sip of tea and sprayed it out.

This is also called poetry?

That's it?

are you kidding me?

Isn't this just an extra word in the idiom?
Arhat nodded, and said thoughtfully: "Friend Daoist, this poem is not bad, but people say seven-character poems, and you are five-character poems, no good."

Su Che also realized this, thought for a while, and said loudly.

"The grass is green in a hurry, the drizzle is continuous, the spring is coming early, and the magic city is full of joy and celebration!"

puff!
Qing Chen took another sip of wine!

This kid actually repeated two words after each sentence, the kind that used four tones together.

It all sounds like singing!

Arhat closed his eyes and listened intently, intoxicated by it, until Su Che finished reading, with a look of unfinished thinking.

for a while,

Luo Han opened his eyes and said while clapping his hands: "Wonderful, wonderful...I didn't expect fellow Taoist to be so knowledgeable and talented at such a young age, Luo Mou was willing to bow down.

"Heh" Qing Chen had nothing to say.

Everything is good in this world, but liberal arts is too hip.

Is this also called poetry?
It's not bad, it's a chicken feather.

Ha ha.

Qing Chen didn't bother to pay attention to the two of them anymore, and began to think about his own poems.

After a while, Qing Chen thought of it.

"Serving with pen and ink," Qing Chen said.

In an instant, the woman at the door brought pens and inks, and Situ Wan'er got up to grind the inks for Qing Chen.

After finishing the ink, Qing Chen picked up the pen, and then slowly set it down.

"Small rain on Tianjie is as moist as crisp,"

"Grass looks far away, but there is nothing near."

"The most important benefit is the spring of the year,"

"Superbly wins the city full of smoke and willows."

Qing Chen wrote it in one go, this poem is very famous, and it fits today's topic very well.

Green grass, drizzle, spring, magic city.

It is not only suitable for the occasion, but also a good poem.

Su Che and Luo Han looked around one after another, but Situ Wan'er didn't look, and poured a glass of wine to Qing Chen.

Because she knew that Qing Chen's poems were unmatched by anyone in the world.

"Good poems, good poems, it's really not trivial for senior brother to do it. Alas, in comparison, my poems may only be one-tenth of senior brother's, and the gap is still too big."

Su Che flattered her.

"The poem is pretty good. It's just that I don't know much about it. I don't understand it well. I think it's a bit complicated. It's not as simple as the one you wrote." Luo Han replied honestly.

Qing Chen smiled lightly, handed over the written rice paper, and said, "Send the poem over."

Qing Chen left the signature, and then let the people from Yellow Crane Tower send it over.

Immediately afterwards, there was a song and dance performance in the center of the square.

The grand finale will be announced in an hour.

Soon, an hour passed in a hurry, and the song and dance performance ended.

The old man came to the stage again, holding a few poems in his hand and said with a smile: "Okay, thank you for your active participation. With the fierce competition, the top three in the poetry writing conference have been determined, and the old man will recite the top three for everyone. "

The sound sounded, and everyone in the audience applauded, and it was extremely lively.

Plaza Center.

The old man took out a poem and said: "The old man will recite it next time, this time he won the first-class work!"

When the voice sounded, everyone in the audience stared at the old man, and many people expected it to be their own work.

In any world, everyone will only remember No.1.

Just like in the previous life, everyone only remembered Mount Everest, but they knew what the second highest mountain in the world was.

The old man looked at the poem in his hand, and then slowly opened his mouth.

"The light rain on Tianjie is as moist as crisp."

"Grass looks far away, but there is nothing near."

"The most important thing is a year of spring."

"Absolute victory in the city full of smoke and willows!"

The sound sounded, causing a dead silence in an instant, everyone was quiet, and the noisy Lantern Festival was instantly quiet.

On the Yellow Crane Tower.

Seeing this scene, Qing Chen was very calm, picked up a glass of wine, and drank it slowly.

There is indescribable chic and handsome.

"Hey! Fellow Daoist, your poem has been selected as the head armor."

"Brother, No.1 is your poem, but why didn't they respond at all?"

Su Che and Luo Han spoke one after another, they were a little surprised, it wasn't Qing Chen's removal of the leader, but the reaction of everyone, unexpectedly so dead silent.

It shouldn't be.

Even Situ Wan'er felt a little nervous, Qing Chen calmly glanced at the center of the square, and said with a slight smile, "Let the bullets fly for a while."

"???" Luo Han.

"???" Su Che.

"???" Situ Wan'er.

They don't understand what it means.

But in an instant, there was a commotion.

"Good poem! Good poem! This is a famous poem through the ages!"

"The light rain on Tianjie Street is as soft as crisp, and the grass looks like it is far away, but it is not close. The most good thing is a year of spring. It is better than the magic city full of smoke and willows. Good, good, good, so good, so beautiful, this poem is so beautiful."

"It's such a great sentence that wins the magic city of smoke and willows, okay, okay, this poem can take off the head armor, I am convinced."

"Cauldron, what does this mean? I can't understand it. Why do I feel that it is not as good as my song? The light rain is splashing, and the trees are easy to understand."

"Don't be ashamed of yourself here."

"This poem is so beautiful. The dense spring rain on the streets of the magic city is as smooth as crisp. Seen from a distance, the grass is faintly connected into one piece, but it looks sparse when viewed up close. The most beautiful thing in a year is early spring, which is better than the spring when the city is full of green willows. At the end, okay, beautiful, beautiful to my heart."

"It's so beautiful, this poem is so beautiful."

"I didn't think it was beautiful at first, but when you say it like this, I think it's beautiful too."

There was a lot of discussion among the people, which caused a huge uproar.