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Chapter 401 The World's Most Talented Scholar [Second Update]

【】The best talent in the world
"It's the gentleness of bowing your head,
Like a water lotus flower that can't bear the cool breeze. "

Absolutely!

This short sentence perfectly expresses the woman's frail beauty.

A lotus is beautiful, and a lotus-like girl is even more beautiful!

And this poem is even more beautiful!

Everyone's shock was not over yet, but they saw a smile on the corner of Ye Xuan's mouth, like a rebellious prodigal son, and said with a smile:
"You think this is the end, no, this is just the beginning."

After hearing Ye Xuan's words, the shock on Dugu Shangyin's face hadn't dissipated, and it turned into panic again.

Ye Xuan chanted softly:

"I walked south of the Yangtze River,"

"The face that waits in the seasons is like the opening and falling of a lotus,"

"If the east wind does not come, the catkins in March will not fly"

"Your heart is like a small lonely city"

"The streets are like blue stones in the evening"

"The sound of footsteps will not sound, and the curtain of spring in March will not be lifted"

"Your heart is a little casement closed"

"My Dada's horseshoe is a beautiful mistake"

"I'm not a returning person, I'm just a passerby..."

Another classic.

A modern poem that can last forever.

Everyone has become numb. Ordinary people write a poem and think about it for a long time, but they can't hold back their farts. This is a good classic poem, which is like Chinese cabbage, and comes out as soon as they open their mouths.

"Are you convinced now?" Ye Xuan looked at him with a half-smile.

He blushed.

"I know you're still not convinced."

Ye Xuan rubbed his forehead, and seemed to think for a few seconds, a moment later, a smile bloomed on his face like a lotus flower:

"I am a blooming summer lotus,
I wish you could see me now.

The wind and frost have not yet come to eat,

The autumn rain has not yet fallen.

The youthful season is far away from me again,
I am already slim, not worried, nor afraid.

Now, exactly,
the most beautiful moment,
The heavy door is locked,
After a sweet smile,

Who knows what's on my lotus's mind.

You who have no fate,
Either it's too early, or,
too late..."

Pfft!
Dugu Shangyin collapsed on the ground, his dark pupils were full of despair and struggle.

Ye Xuan lowered his head and looked at him contemptuously: "Now, are you convinced? To tell you the truth, I can write a hundred poems like this a day, can't I kill you?"

"Now, do you know what a genius is?"

Dugu Shangyin nodded numbly. If he used to think that as long as he worked hard, he would not be afraid of anyone, but now, he was wrong!
It turns out that there really are geniuses in this world, no matter how hard you try, you can't catch up with them.

The talents who competed with Ye Xuan on the stage had already put down their pens, and Liu Chan and Park Chang returned to their own country's team in despair.

And Liu Mang and Fan Jian, the son-in-laws of Han Country and North Xian Country, looked straight at Ye Xuan, with a spark of conspiracy in their eyes.

Ye Xuan snapped his fingers,

So he wrote an ancient prose "Ai Lian Shuo" that can be passed down through the ages.

Immediately afterwards, without stopping, he wrote three more classic modern poems. "Goodbye", "Mistakes", "Lian's Thoughts"!
Such a monstrous genius was born in China!

The eyes of Liu Mang and Fan Jian were blazing. The genius that their country can't get must be destroyed!
At this time, the Internet has been fried,
"I hate everyone who plays with talent."

"Damn it... Can talented people do whatever they want? I don't accept it!"

"The most pretentious slap in the face I've ever seen is the slap in the face with talent, but you still can't refute it."

"This is the most slap in the face in history!"

"I declare, except for Ye Xuan, whoever dares to pretend to be aggressive in front of me in the future, I will kill him."

Netizens left messages one after another. At this moment, nearly 99.99% of the people who listened to the radio were fans of Ye Xuan.The remaining 0.01% are Ye Xuan's fans.

Although they couldn't see Ye Xuan's appearance, in their imagination, Ye Xuan was the kind of suave and handsome young man who looked better than Pan An, who could fascinate countless people with a casual display of talent.

The two hosts looked at each other and stepped onto the stage.

"Okay, since everyone else has abstained, there is no suspense about the result. The reputation of 'the most talented man in the world' is already firmly established."

"However, how much can Ye Xuan's work score? Let's let the judges give the score!"

The host quickly looked at the judging seats, but found that all the judges stood up quickly and dodged to the side at the speed of Liu Xiang hurdling.

"That," Hu Jing was stunned for a moment, and said in a panic, "How about the judges, how are these works? You haven't appreciated them yet, and you haven't given a score yet!"

Appreciation?

Score?

Appreciate the fart!Still scoring?After these works, how could they be qualified to rate Ye Xuan's appreciation, wouldn't that be humiliating themselves!
Some judges turned their heads and pretended not to hear what the host said.

Some refused, but gave a thumbs up directly: "Okay, that's great!"

There is also an upright judge who said truthfully: "Master Ye Xuan, standing up is the champion, and sitting down is the leader of the judges! We are not qualified to appreciate his works."

"That's right, Master Ye is already a master in the literary world, what's the point!"

For a while, the host was stunned and didn't know what to say. After thinking for a long time, he announced directly:

"If everyone has no objections, then I announce that the champion of this year's Wen Dao event is Ye Xuan."

……

"Wait a minute."

Grand Master Jiang stood up suddenly, he was already deeply shocked by Ye Xuan's talent.

But there is still a trace of doubt in my heart, and I can't vomit.

"There is one thing that I must figure out. If I don't figure it out, even though Master Ye is extremely talented, I still won't accept him!"

Grand Master Jiang stood on the stage with a grimace, and said firmly.

In the morning, the sun was scorching like fire, but everyone present felt a little excited, as if a tear-off war was imminent.

The most excited ones were probably the listeners before the broadcast. For them, this literary event was full of ups and downs, more exciting than a Hollywood movie.

Hu Jing asked curiously, "I don't know Taishi Jiang, do you have any questions?"

"Su Dongpo said that in ancient times, those who set up great events not only had talents beyond the world, but also had the will to persevere." Grand Master Jiang straightened his clothes and said solemnly:
"From ancient times to the present, there are very few people who can have supernatural talents!"

"However, Master Ye's performance just now has proved that his talent is comparable to the sun and the moon, and he is extraordinary!"

"But one thing, I am very puzzled. I wonder if Master Ye also has the will to fortitude?"

A talent beyond the world?

Fortitude?

Throughout the ages, there are almost no people who can possess these two qualities at the same time!

Hu Jing was the first to ask: "Grand Master Jiang, what is the meaning of your question? I don't quite understand it."

"That's right! Taishi Jiang, you have something to say!" The others were also very puzzled.

Grand Master Jiang said slowly:
"If Ye Xuan doesn't have the will to persevere, I still suspect that he may have cheated in the final exam!"

for a moment,
There was an uproar!

(End of this chapter)