Fantasy: I have a Mall of Worlds

When Xiao Wushuang heard this, her expression became gloomy. She stared at the man and said, "Feng Ke, what do you mean?"

"It's not interesting. Dou Shi will make friends with poetry. But your friend is obviously not suitable for this place, so why keep it?"

"That's right, not all cats and dogs can participate in this Poetry Competition."

Seeing that everyone's words became sharper and sharper, Xiao Wushuang's expression became more and more ugly.

As for Yang Fan, his eyes narrowed slightly at this moment, looking at the crowd, and then the corners of his mouth curled up.

"A group of guys who have nothing to do, originally planned to keep a low profile, but you insist on targeting and forcing the young master."

Yang Fan is not a good-tempered person, he was just watching the excitement, but now he is suddenly hostile by a group of people.With all kinds of sarcastic remarks, the anger also came up.

Standing up straight away, he said in a cold voice, "It just so happens that I also wrote a poem to let you scumbags see and see if I am qualified."

When everyone heard this, anger appeared on their faces.

"Heh, let's wait and see. I'm afraid that some people will make something casually and make a sensation here."

Obviously, no one believed that Yang Fan could write any good poems.

Whether it's temperament, dress, or manner, he doesn't look like a literati.

Xiao Wushuang was also a little worried, pulled Yang Fan, and said in a low voice: "Young Master Yang Fan, have you forgotten what I told you before you came here? Don't act impulsively."

Among the people in this pavilion, there is no shortage of noble status, and there is an existence behind her that even the Xiao family can't provoke.

She was a little worried that Yang Fan's disturbance would be out of control.

"Don't worry. I, Yang Fan, never do things that I'm not sure about. Isn't it just poetry? It's a trivial matter."

Grinning at Xiao Wushuang, Yang Fan took a few steps forward.

From the beginning to the end, Hu Yinglong didn't say anything.On the contrary, he always looked at Yang Fan with interested eyes.

At this time, seeing Yang Fan coming out, he also said softly: "This young man seems very confident, what should I call him?"

"Yang Fan."

"Then Mr. Yang Fan, please start immediately?"

He coughed twice.Yang Fan took a deep breath, and the actor began to get up.

On his face, there was an expression that was pretending to be deep.

It seemed to be brewing, but in fact it called the system in his mind: "Come on, the system, exchange it for me for the famous poem by the great writer Su Shi, Water Tune Getou!"

"Ding, five thousand points have been deducted, host, please start your performance."

The corner of Yang Fan's mouth twitched. This poem actually costs [-] points?

Although it is a famous poem through the ages, it is just a poem, and Yang Fan can also recite a few lines, but his memory is a little fuzzy and incomplete.

Is it so expensive?

The price of pretending to be a force is really not low.

But all changed.Yang Fan also adjusted his mentality instantly, because he already had the content of the poem "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" in his mind.

Under the gaze of everyone, Yang Fan also read it slowly.

"When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky for wine. I don't know the palace in the sky. What year is it?"

As soon as the first sentence came out, everyone is now.All of them were stunned, and their eyes shrank suddenly.

Among them, the third prince Ling Yun and the others stood up abruptly.

But Yang Fan ignored it and continued to read.

"I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu."

"It's too cold at the heights. Dance to find out the shadows, why do you seem to be in the world?"

"Turn to Zhuge, low Qihu, and sleepless photos."

"There shouldn't be hatred, what's the matter of longing for goodbye?"

"People have sorrows and joys, and the moon is cloudy and clear. This matter is hard to come by in ancient times."

"Nung, moon and new moon!"

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After reading the last word, Yang Fan looked up at the moon with an extremely serious expression, and those eyes were also full of inexplicable meaning.

But the pavilion, and even the pedestrians around the pavilion, fell into a strange silence at this moment.

Under Yang Fan's ups and downs and expressive voice, everyone fell into the artistic conception of this ancient famous poem on earth.

"A group of scumbags who have never seen the market."

Seeing everyone's expressions, Yang Fan sneered in his heart.

Water Tune Getou, which can be regarded as an excellent poem in the 5000-year history of China in the earth.

Famous through the ages.

Anyone who can read can almost recite a few sentences.

How can the poems written by these people in front of you compare with it?

Chapter 98 Deny!

"Okay...Okay, what a good one, I hope you will last forever, and share the joys and joys of thousands of miles. This kind of poem is enough to be regarded as the number one poem in recent years!"

It took a long time for Hu Yinglong to wake up. Immediately, a look of extreme excitement appeared on his face, and he applauded repeatedly. The eyes that looked at Yang Fan were extremely hot.

The third prince Ling Yun was also breathing a little shortly, and there was a look of convincing in his eyes.

"This poem... should be included in the Wenyuan Pavilion Famous Poems. It's ranked... first!"

The rest of the people also reacted, and most of them flushed a little, feeling deeply ashamed.

This poem directly convinced them.

Just now they mocked the person who made such a poem so much?

Still not qualified to participate in the poetry competition?

Now that I think about it, they all feel hot and dry.

Those who mocked Yang Fan first did not dare to look at Yang Fan again.

But Muxuan and his group turned ugly.

"This guy...how is it possible? How could he write such poems?!"

Hearing that Xueer's words.Mu Xuan's hand holding the folding fan was trembling slightly, and his heart was also extremely restless.

The smile on his face has long since disappeared, and his expression has changed.

But the eyes that looked at Yang Fan were full of attention for the first time.

"Yang, Young Master Yang Fan, did you really just write this poem?"

At this time.Xiao Wushuang walked to Yang Fan's side, staring at Yang Fan with a pair of charming eyes, and a blush on his beautiful and glamorous cheeks.

After coughing twice, Yang Fan's expression did not change, his face was extremely thick, and he said lightly: "It's just a feeling."

As he said that, Yang Fan glanced at the crowd, and then said: "How, can this poem still be heard by everyone?"

"Master Yang Fan was joking."

Hu Yinglong's eyes were fiery, and he said loudly: "This kind of excellent poetry is undoubtedly the best today."

He took a step forward, keeping his eyes on Yang Fan, but he said to everyone: "Everyone, is there anyone else coming up to compete with Mr. Yang Fan?"

After the words fell, no one dared to stand up, and many people looked away.

The corner of Zhang Xian's mouth was filled with bitterness, he cupped his hands at Yang Fan, and said, "Xiaosheng...willing to bow down!"

"Tu has self-knowledge, so he won't make a fool of himself on stage."

"I'm convinced, I have no objection to such excellent poems, they must be the leader."

At this time, the third prince Ling Yun also came over, with a look of admiration on his face.Said: "Mr. Yang Fan's talent is astonishing, and he has created such extraordinary poems. This leader is well-deserved."

Others, of course, have no objections.

Seeing this, Hu Yinglong also smiled loudly, and said to everyone: "Okay, then Hu announced that the leader of the poetry competition at this Qingyang Lantern Festival is... Mr. Yang Fan!"

clap clap clap...

Applause resounded through Linghu.

Not only the majority of people in the pavilion, but also the surrounding crowd applauded enthusiastically.

"Ah...it seems a bit too pretentious."

Yang Fan was a little confused. He thought that these people might be shocked, but he didn't expect such a big reaction.

Look at the countless worship.The fiery gaze, even with Yang Fan's thick skin, couldn't help swallowing.

"Brother Yang Fan, you seem to be famous."

At this moment, Chen Xiaoyu ran over, raised his head, and looked at him with starry eyes.

With a helpless smile, Yang Fan was about to speak, but Hu Yinglong came over.

"Young Master Yang Fan, you are the leader of this year's Poetry Competition, according to the rules. You will receive three-day instruction from Hu Wen, a scholar of Wenyuan Pavilion."

Hu Yinglong cupped his fists, and then said: "Of course, in addition to this, there is also a top-grade spiritual weapon rewarded by my Yingcai Pavilion."

Hearing this, Yang Fan was startled, and then a look of joy appeared in his heart.

"Extreme spiritual weapon? This is a good thing. It would be even better if it were a weapon. I happen to be short of one."

But then.However, Yang Fan thought that he was going to accept the three-day instruction from the so-called Hu Wen University.

That's kind of embarrassing.

What level Yang Fan knew well, if he met with the Hu Wen University scholar, he would write poems a few times, or talk about literary matters, wouldn't that be the end of it?

"However, Grand Master Hu Wen is not in the city at present, and he will come back in a few days. At that time, someone will come to invite Mr. Yang Fan to the scholar's residence. As for the top-grade spiritual weapon, Hu will also send someone to deliver it in person."

At this time.Hu Yinglong smiled slightly and said.

Yang Fan rolled his eyes, and made a decision in his heart, and said, "Sorry, I'm not very interested in literature, so let's forget about three-day advice, and you can have top-grade spiritual weapons."

But as soon as the words came out, everyone at the scene was shocked.stunned.

The eyes that looked at Yang Fan were unbelievable.

"Young Master Yang Fan, are you...are you joking?"

Hu Yinglong asked uncertainly.

Waving his hand, Yang Fan smiled and said, "Seriously, I really have no interest, Wushuang, the Qingyang Lantern Festival is almost over, right? Let's go."

With that said, Yang Fan took Chen Xiaoyu's hand and walked straight out of the pavilion.

But before leaving, he did not forget to come back and say to Hu Yinglong who was completely stunned: "Don't forget to send the top-grade spiritual weapon."

After the words fell, Yang Fan left with Chen Xiaoyu and his siblings without any remembrance.

Xiao Wushuang was stunned for a long time before he came to his senses, bowed apologetically to the crowd, and then hurried to catch up.

The people who are still in a state of confusion are left behind.

"This Yang Fan is really arrogant. He actually rejected the advice of Hu Wen University?"

That Xue'er's tone was full of sourness, and she said extremely jealously.

Mu Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, the faint smile appeared on his face again, and said: "A very interesting guy, Cheng Yang, go and check, who is this Yang Fan?"

"Cheng Yang will investigate immediately."

A man standing behind Mu Xuan bowed.Soon also left.

As for Hu Yinglong, it took a while to wake up from the disbelief after watching Yang Fan's leaving back, followed by a wry smile.

Unexpectedly, countless people flocked to him and dreamed of getting the three-day advice from the Grand Scholar, but they were so casually rejected.