Sword Master Ling Tian

"Hehehe, since everyone thinks you have seen it, then I will add some difficulty."

Yue Qianfang also did not expect that Ye Zimei would have such a simple topic, and she said: "Everyone needs to write down the poems that you have written. The so-called words can be magical. If you want to do this, it will make your masterpieces icing on the cake. And the winners Write calligraphy, my Qunfang Pavilion will also include it, just hang it in front of the door for people to appreciate, how about?"

"Oh, I have to read the words, it's difficult..."

"My handwriting is good, hey, maybe I can have a chance this time!"

Some people are happy and some are worried, but the more Qianfang's voice falls, there are still many people who just lay out the paper on the table, dipped in ink, and began to write poems.

"Oh, it's very simple to use flowers as poetry!"

The prince laughed, and also took out a pen, pondered for a moment, and then wrote on the paper.

Ling Tian raised his eyebrows, and when he stepped forward, he suddenly felt a black line on his forehead.

A flower in front of the door,

Three bees on the flower,

People have passed through lace,

The bee flies and buzzes.

This is also called poetry?

Ling Tian brushed his forehead with his hand, and his sweat came down.

He finally understood how the prince had lost his worth in front of the people of Chang'an for so many years.

In this way, it would be strange not to be buried to death by the king of Zhongshan County.

"Haha, what about Ling Tian, ​​lonely writing is pouring in thoughts, these little poems are easy to come by!"

But the prince still didn't know it, holding a writing brush, looking at Ling Tian, ​​feeling complacent.

"Uh, it's so wet, so wet, I've never seen it before, so refreshingly wet!"

Ling Tian wiped his sweat and said.

"That's right, how can poems made by loneliness fall into vulgarity?"

The prince laughed, and even lifted up the poem he had written for everyone to observe.

Over there, the corners of Yue Qianfang's mouth twitched. After a while, he couldn't help clapping his hands and said, "The Prince's writing is still pretty good..."

Ling Tian: "......"

However, other people stopped selling the prince's face. When they finished reading this poem, they burst into laughter. The scene couldn't be more spectacular.

"Hahaha, I really laughed at me. You are a poetry? If you want to beat me, you are still far away!"

Li Kan raised his head and laughed, then waved his hand, "Take a pen and let His Royal Highness see and see what is a poem!"

Behind him, Lin Zhuoran offered a brush silently on one side of his face.

Then Li Kan swiped a few strokes of ink, and after a few breaths, he wrote a poem, comparable in speed to that of the prince.

Ling Tian's heart sank, and he secretly said that this guy is not good at poems?

If that's the case, then in this round, the prince shot first, but he lost.

This prince is simply a pig teammate!

"Hehe, don't worry, he's just a trash, he can write a fart poem?"

His Royal Highness didn't care, and said to Ling Tian,

The latter looked at the poem that Li Kan lifted up with suspicion.

Immediately, it was also dumbfounded.

From a distance, the chrysanthemum is almost yellow,

The lower head is thin and the upper head is thick.

If you turn the flower upside down,

The top is thin and the bottom is thick!

The royal family of these two were dealt with.

Going to match the opponent, it's on par!

No wonder no one looks down on anyone, the two co-authors are idiots!

Ling Tian thought that the prince's poem was silly enough, but he did not expect that the dampness of the Zhongshan Junwang rotted out of the sky!

"Pavilion Master Yue, the dampness of the king and the prince, who is better?!"

The idiot of Zhongshan County King didn’t know it, and asked Yue Qianfang,

The latter seemed to have been prepared, and smiled calmly: "The wetness of the two highnesses is excellent, but the words of the prince should be better."

"Hahahaha, the master of Yue pavilion knows gold with insight! What, Li Kan, don't you admit defeat? I've said that you were alone before! You still don't believe it!"

Hearing this, the prince laughed immediately.

"hateful!"

The King of Zhongshan County was furious, he tore the paper in his hand, and then waved his hand, "Go on, you must win this round!"

In an instant, the King of Zhongshan County gave an order, and a dozen people, including Yun Yang, immediately emerged behind him, waving a few splashes of ink, and began to write poems.

"Ling Tian, ​​I have already won a round, you should also take a shot, take them down!"

The prince also sat back and waved.

"Haha, not enough."

However, Ling Tian sat firmly on the Diaoyutai and did not get up.

On the platform, everyone composes poems very quickly, and one after another is completed, many of which are excellent.

But in Ling Tian's view, they can only be said to be acceptable, not even touching Ye Zimei.

How can an oiran like this leaf frieze have a low vision?

In the end, on the platform, only Yun Yang was the only one who was still writing.

In addition, the rest of the army was overthrown.

Li Kan looked at Yun Yang eagerly, pinning all his hopes on Yun Yang.

"Wow, this is Yunzhou Hou Shizi. I heard that he has a good martial arts talent. After more than a year in Zhongzhou, his combat power has soared. Now in Kunwu Academy, his combat power has ranked in the top five!"

"Yes, and I heard that Yun Yang is quite talented. Even Prince Rong has praised him personally!"

"Prince Rong? That's amazing!"

Soon, amidst the people's discussion, Yun Yang finished writing.

He raised the poem in his hand and made it public.

Ling Tian also looked at it curiously. After all, he and Yun Yang had had two poem fights before, and he wanted to see if Yun Yang had grown up in the past year or so.

Chunlan Qiuju Xia Qingfeng,

Thousands of flowers reflect the sun and the fragrance is full.

The beauty of the group is strange,

A white lotus fell into a dream.

When Yun Yang's poem came out, everyone nodded again and again.

His poem is ingenious.

Everyone knows that Ye Zimei's martial soul is a white lotus.

At this time, in the Qianhuadongtian, thousands of flowers bloom, in Yun Yang’s eyes, they are all inferior to a white lotus in a dream.

It can be said that not only did he write about the flowers, but also praised the leaf friezes.

Moreover, there is also the word Qunfang in it, which is very appropriate.

Suddenly, Yue Qianfang nodded.

"Yes, Young Master Yunyang is the last good one among all the poems now."

Immediately, she looked at the leaf frieze that was enveloped by the formation behind her, waiting for her decision.

After all, the right to evaluate this round of competition is in the hands of Ye Zimei.

However, what was surprising was that Ye Zimei was indifferent, and there was no response from the formation.

In a moment, Yun Yang's face also sank.

"Hahaha, this poem is not very good from Gu's opinion, do you still want to impress everyone Ye? Save it!"

Upon seeing this, the prince laughed.

"Don't pretend to be there! Yunyang's poems can't do it, can't you do it?"

Li Kan looked at Ling Tian, ​​"How is Yun Yang? He is better than him!"

"Hehe, I'm afraid I'm disappointed the princess, Yun Yang's poems, but so, it hasn't improved much than a year ago!"

This is, but Ling Tian flew again and landed on the center of the platform, standing with his hands in his hands.