This host is too professional

Chapter 322 Poet Immortal Li Bai!

The waiter brought the table to the middle of the room, laid out the paper, and Fu Jinsheng personally rubbed the ink for Ye Luo.

At this moment, everyone stood up and stretched their necks, waiting for Ye Luo to write.

Ye Luo no longer refused and walked to the table calmly.

Fu Jinsheng smiled and handed the pen to Ye Luo, "Teacher Ye, please."

Ye Luo took the pen, looked at the brush in his hand, and said with a smile: "Liupintang's pen is not bad."

"You are an expert." Fu Jinsheng said with a low eyebrow.

Ye Luo didn't say anything more, but raised his head and glanced out the window.

At this time, there was no wind and snow outside the window, and the snow was getting heavier.

He held it and thought for a moment, then began to lick the ink.

Speaking of which, this afternoon, when Tang Rou made a fuss about videotaping him, Chengde was already covered in silver.At that time, a poem that was very suitable for the scenery of this place popped up in Ye Luo's mind.

"The scenery of the northern country is frozen for thousands of miles, and snow drifts for thousands of miles."

This song "Spring Snow in Qinyuan" really fits the snowy scenery of Chengde's mountain villa.

At that time, Ye Luo wanted to recite this poem, but unfortunately he was interrupted by a phone call from Professor Liu Ying.

At that time, when Ye Luo first saw the snow scene, his heart was filled with excitement and he felt as if he had the world in mind.

However, this time was different from that time. Ye Luo's mood at this moment was completely different from that in the afternoon.

The snow scene at night is indeed beautiful.

But the view is not wide enough after all.

Being in the Nuan Pavilion, with the warmth on your body and the blazing eyes all around, how can you still feel the feeling of "thousands of miles of ice and thousands of miles of snow drifting"?

So, Ye Luo wrote, "The warm hall is slightly drunk, and snowflakes are falling outside the window."

Looking at the first sentence written by Ye Luo, the smile on Fu Jinsheng's face became even stronger.

This opening sentence can only be regarded as ordinary.

Professor Feng's face was expressionless.

Before he knew it, people were already surrounding him.

Those at the front couldn't help but compare it with the poem by Fu Ruixue just now when they saw Ye Luo's opening poem.

But what shocked them was that Fu Ruixue's opening chapter was much more stunning than what Ye Luo was writing now!

Seeing that something was not right in the atmosphere, the invisible people on the periphery became a little anxious.

"Has Teacher Ye started writing?"

"What did you write?"

"Oh, don't squeeze me, I didn't see it either."

"Who will read it to the people inside?"

"Old Fu, Old Zhao, who of you can say anything? Don't just look at yourself!"

Fu Jinsheng smiled, and then began to read aloud, "Teacher Ye wrote, 'The warm hall is slightly drunk, and snowflakes are falling outside the window.'"

"Ah! As expected of Teacher Ye, this opening chapter is well written!" Someone flattered Ye Luo without thinking.

Others deliberately showed off to show off their knowledge and began to explain, "Teacher Ye started an article describing the scene and describing tonight's situation based on reality. It's really wonderful."

However, more people were stunned for a moment and then began to murmur quietly.

"Is this written by Teacher Ye?"

"A bit ordinary."

"It doesn't feel as good as Ruixue's song."

"Oops, Teacher Ye is not sober, right? He seems to be in a bad state!"

"This……"

Hearing everyone's discussion, Fu Ruixue looked very embarrassed, but she knew where her poem came from.

But looking at Fu Jinsheng, the smile on his face became even stronger.

Today, if the poems Ye Luo writes are not as good as his daughter's, then his daughter will definitely take off!

Although this may offend Ye Luo, what does this mean compared to my daughter's literary name?

The wishful thinking in his heart was crackling.

However, Ye Luo didn't pay attention to these messy things at all.He didn't care about the comments from the people around him.

He dipped his hand in ink and continued writing the next sentence.

Fu Jinsheng was as humble as the book boy next to him. After Ye Luo wrote this sentence, he couldn't wait to read it out.

"Look at Jiarui with the high rolling curtain, and the bright color is far away from the courtyard."

Everyone here is an educated person, so they naturally understand what this poem means.

Roll up the curtains and look out the window at the heavy snow.The bright white snow gradually filled the stairs.

This is about the snow scene in the summer resort they saw in the Nuan Pavilion.

It is also a realistic sentence.

Someone whispered: "This is a bit cliché."

"Yes, these two lines of Teacher Ye's poem are quite satisfactory."

Hearing this, Fu Jinsheng looked even more proud.

Didn't you just say that my daughter's lyrics are quite satisfactory?
As a result, now it seems that who is the most satisfactory person?
Fu Jinsheng naturally did not dare to underestimate Ye Luo, but he would not belittle himself either.His daughter's poem was definitely a work of the upper class, but Ye Luo found it to be quite satisfactory.

Of course he was dissatisfied.

At this time, seeing that Ye Luo's poems were not surprising at all, Fu Jinsheng felt extremely happy.

At this time, Ye Luo wrote another sentence.

Fu Jinsheng lowered his head and looked at it, and then he was a little surprised. He subconsciously read it out, "The light of the strong energy leads to the smoke of the furnace, and the cold grass of the plain grass produces the jade pendant."

These two sentences are so powerful, they raise the level straight up.

"The light of strong energy causes furnace smoke" refers to the steaming furnace smoke caused by the momentum of snowflakes in the sky.

"Jade pendant of plain grass and cold growth" refers to the flowers and plants on the ground, which are crystal clear and shining with cold light, as if covered with jade mills, extremely beautiful.

And the most amazing thing about these two sentences is that the two scenes they describe correspond to each other. The ground and the air reflect each other from top to bottom. They are majestic yet magnificent, handsome and heroic.

As soon as these two sentences came out, the audience immediately applauded.

The originally gloomy atmosphere suddenly became lively.

Professor Feng Jiahua, who had been silent all this time, couldn't hide his excitement and shouted "Okay".

Someone from behind shouted loudly, "This is Teacher Ye's true level!"

"The finishing touch, definitely the finishing touch!"

"This little poem, because of these two sentences, has taken it to the next level."

"He is truly one of the top writers of our time, what a wonderful writer!"

"I have no regrets about seeing this word tonight!"

Everyone dared to whisper just now, because what Ye Luo Shangque wrote was indeed a bit ordinary.Especially compared with Fu Ruixue's poem just now, it is indeed a bit inferior.

But at this time, the first two sentences of this poem directly inject soul into this little poem with this strange and magnificent description.

The smile on Fu Jinsheng's face was a little frozen, but he could still hold on.Because these two sentences alone are not enough for Ye Luo's poem to stabilize Fu Ruixue's poem.

At this moment, it seems that Ye Luo's poem is at most half as good as Fu Ruixue's poem.

Even if the ending is not written well, it will be slightly inferior!
Therefore, Fu Jinsheng did not panic at this time.

He didn't believe Ye Luo could write such a wonderful pen at the end.Even if Ye Luo is a great writer, he still doesn't believe it!
However, it is useless whether Fu Jinsheng believes it or not.

Because Ye Luo really wrote it!
He stroke by stroke until he finished writing the last word. Fu Jinsheng's eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost, and he blurted out, "This is impossible!"

Those nearby who could see this last sentence also opened their mouths in shock and their eyes were full of disbelief.

Even Professor Feng Jiahua, who had always been steady, seemed a little shocked at this time.

He has seen too many poems by Ye Luo, but he has never seen such bold, novel, elegant, heroic and imaginative words as today's sentence.

"what happened?"

"Did you write the last sentence?"

"What exactly is written in it?"

"Speak! Why are everyone so stupid?"

"Read it for a moment."

Seeing the abnormality inside, the people in the outer circle seemed a little impatient.

Professor Feng Jiahua was the first to come back to his senses. He glanced at Fu Jinsheng first, but he still looked dazed and dazed. Professor Feng cleared his throat, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and recited loudly: "Teacher Ye The last sentence said that the gods should be crazy drunk and smash the white clouds into pieces." Professor Feng himself didn't even feel it. When he read this poem, his voice was trembling.

And the facts have proved that this last sentence is indeed a masterpiece.When Professor Feng finished reading, the entire Nuan Pavilion was completely silent, and you could hear a needle drop.

Everyone, at this moment, was a little distracted.

Could it be that the immortal was so drunk that he crushed the white clouds into pieces?
What kind of sentence is this?
Is this a sentence that anyone can come up with?

Fu Ruixue, who had never squeezed into the innermost position, froze on the spot after hearing this.

Everyone else also looked dumbfounded.

Perhaps, in the entire Nuan Ge, only Tang Rou could still drink tea calmly.

Tang Rou didn't squeeze in. She didn't even get up. She just kept sitting in her seat, drinking tea slowly.

When others were talking about Ye Luo's sentences in low voices before, Tang Rou didn't have much reaction.It was the same now, everyone else looked shocked, but Tang Rou still had the same expression.

Not surprised, not surprised.

As if, all this is as it should be.

There was silence in the Nuan Pavilion for more than a minute, until Professor Feng began to recite loudly again, "The Nuan Pavilion is slightly drunk, and snowflakes are falling outside the window. The high roller blinds are used to look at Jiarui, and the bright color is far away in the courtyard."

"The smoke from the stove is drawn by the light of the air, and the jade pendant grows from the cold plain grass. It should be the celestial beings who were drunk and crushed the white clouds."

Professor Feng shook his head with a look of intoxication on his face, his voice was full of magnetism, and everyone who listened was also intoxicated.

Especially the last two sentences, listening to them again, are like words from heaven and shocking.

After reading it, Professor Feng commented with emotion: "The first part of this poem is like clear water and I am not surprised, but the second part is like a banished immortal coming to earth, not like a human work! Especially the last two sentences are simply amazing. It’s a stroke of genius, and it’s hard for anyone to copy it!”

The eyes of others looking at Ye Luo were also full of enthusiasm.

The scene suddenly exploded.

"Professor Feng said it well. Teacher Ye's poem is simply a masterpiece!"

"When I first heard about Shangque, it seemed ordinary. But now it seems that compared with Xiaque's wild imagination, it definitely complements each other. Teacher Ye definitely arranged it this way deliberately. One is right and the other is strange. It is really rare in the world. !”

"Teacher Ye is a great talent!"

"A masterpiece! What a masterpiece!"

"It must be that the immortal was so drunk that he crushed the white clouds into pieces! Just this sentence, no one in the world of poetry is better than him!"

"One-third of it is made by man, and seven-cent is made by nature! Teacher Ye's poem is unparalleled by anyone in the world!"

“Ceiling with snow scenes!”

"No wonder Ruixue's poem just now was quite satisfactory. Compared with Teacher Ye's poem, it really seems too ordinary."

"There's no comparison, there's no comparison."

At this moment, everyone realized that the name Ye Luo was really not just blown away!

The so-called top contemporary literary giants are really awesome!

How about Fu Ruixue's poem?
Everyone has seen it just now, it is definitely the best!

But Ye Luo was stunned and said that it was quite satisfactory and could only be regarded as okay.

What was Fu Jinsheng's reaction?Everyone also takes it to heart.

Dissatisfied!
He must be dissatisfied!

But the result?

Ye Luo teaches you how to be a good person directly on the spot!
Is it useful to be dissatisfied?
It should be Tianxian who was drunk and smashed Baiyun to pieces.

Once such a sentence comes out, how can you, a mere mortal, compare to you?

Everyone knows what Fu Jinsheng is thinking today.To be honest, everyone was not happy.But because my level is limited, even if I want to express my dissatisfaction, I don’t have the chance.

But Ye Luo was not used to it at all.

As soon as this poem came out, all Fu Jinsheng's calculations came to nothing.

Want to step on everyone and praise Fu Ruixue?

Do you want La Ye to fall into the trap and serve as a stepping stone for Fu Ruixue?
All for nothing!

"it is good!"

"Teacher Ye wrote this poem very well."

"Tonight was truly a worthwhile trip."

"Eye-opener."

Everyone also felt that the tightness in their chests had dissipated, and Ye Luo was able to breathe a sigh of relief for everyone.

Fu Jinsheng's eyes were straightened, and his face was filled with disbelief.He really couldn't believe that Ye Luo could write such a poem in such a short time.

However, Fu Jinsheng quickly adjusted his mentality. He quickly cheered up, put on a smile with difficulty on his face, and congratulated Ye Luo, "Teacher Ye, you are really banished to the mortal world, and your poems are unlike those in the mortal world." What a great job! At the beginning, Teacher Ye's song "Water Melody Song Tou" gave people a feeling of being full of fairy spirit. Now it seems that it is definitely not an exaggeration to call Teacher Ye the fairy in his poetry!"

Fu Jinsheng's mind was spinning very quickly. He knew that in this situation, it was useless to say anything.He could only praise Ye Luo fiercely to show that his daughter was not that bad.

It may be a bit embarrassing to lose to others.But what's so great about losing to the immortal in the poem?

Everyone also burst into compliments.

Professor Feng laughed loudly, "The immortal in the poem? Okay, okay, this is a good way to say it!"

"The Immortal of Poetry? Isn't that the Immortal of Poetry? Teacher Ye is definitely worthy of this title!"

"Poem Immortal, definitely Poet Immortal!"

But some people also said: "Shixian? I remember watching Teacher Ye's program before. Teacher Ye seemed to have said, isn't Shixian Li Bai? His name is Li Bai, right?"

As soon as this statement came out, many people raised eyebrows.

"Really? Did Teacher Ye say that?"

"It seems that it was really said, and I seem to have heard it too."

"Yes. If I remember correctly, this poet Li Bai should also be a character in the Ye Tang series."

Feng Jiahua was also stunned for a moment and looked at Ye Luo with some confusion.

Ye Luo didn't explain, he just licked the brush full of ink and continued writing on the rice paper.

""Qingpingle"."

This gives this poem a Ci Pai name. Although everyone has never seen this Ci Pai name, there is nothing much to say about it.

What surprised everyone the most was that when Ye Luo signed the name at the end, he actually wrote the name "Li Bai"!
Li Bai!

Poet fairy Li Bai!

(End of this chapter)