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Chapter 21 This poem was copied!

Lin Shushu wrote a poem "Chun Xue", his aura is as tall as one palm and one inch, overwhelming all heroes, and he is the only one who is the only one. He is immediately full of ambition, and feels that he is the leader of today's poetry circle.

Desire is rampant!
Mr. Lu, Mrs. Chen, and Mr. Li, the three most famous people in Weicheng, also praised Lin Shushu's poems, and the words of praise were endless.

Yang Chen laughed!

Lin Shushu's poems are also called good poems!
It seems that the people in Weicheng have never seen a really good poem.

Today, I will let you see what the top poems of the Tang Dynasty in China looked like.

Don't be afraid of not knowing the goods, but be afraid of comparing goods.

come on!

Let’s write a poem called Chun Xue by Han Yu, one of the Eight Great Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties.

Haruyuki!

"It's also a spring snow!"

The scholars around Yang Chen saw Yang Chen's writing, and they all looked at it.

When I saw the name of the poem, I was taken aback for a moment, and then I couldn't help but sneer.

Lin Shushu has already described Chun Xue vividly. Could it be that you, an inconspicuous scholar in Weicheng, still want to compete with Lin Shushu in the same work?

This is really asking for fun.

Even the handsome and free-spirited Mr. Du next to Yang Chen couldn't help frowning after seeing Yang Chen's writing about Chun Xue.

However, when the two met for the first time, it was difficult for Mr. Du to persuade Yang Chen.

But he was already a little unhappy in his heart, feeling that Yang Chen didn't know where to go, and didn't know how to advance or retreat.

At this time, writing that Haru Xue and Lin Shushu were vying for the limelight would only bring shame upon themselves.

There is no youth in the new year!
Yang Chen wrote Haruyuki's first sentence.

However, this word is really ugly.

"The first sentence is normal!" Mr. Du frowned slightly.

"The handwriting is even more ugly. It doesn't look like a real scholar. Aren't all scholars good at handwriting!"

"But his handwriting is like a child's graffiti, barely recognizable what he wrote."

The usual sentence and the ugly font immediately made Mr. Du and the scholars nearby no longer have any hope for Yang Chen's song Chun Xue.

"At this level, I want to write about Haruyuki and Mr. Lin's rivalry. I really don't know what to do!"

"This word is written like a dog crawling, can you confirm that he is a scholar?"

"He came from the family of Huan Shuxiang. I think even an ordinary disciple from a poor family is ten thousand times stronger than him!"

"It really loses the dignity of me and other scholars."

Whispering whispers slowly spread.

Lin Shushu heard it, and after hearing it, he smiled.

In his opinion, the more useless and incompetent Yang Chen is, the better.

A person who has no ability will not cause any unmanageable chaos.

"It seems that I was worrying too much. This Yang Chen has no ability at all. He is still that useless scholar who mourns his misfortune and angers him!"

This voice naturally reached the ears of Master Chen, Mr. Lu, and Mr. Li.

Mr. Li was upset, and said, "Young people nowadays really don't know the heights of the heavens and the earth. They think that they can be full of talents after reading a few books."

"There is already a song called Chun Xue, and he still wrote about it. Is this trying to slap Lin Shushu in the face!"

"I'm afraid it won't work if you slap your face, but you will be humiliated instead!"

Master Chen also said: "Young people, young and energetic, but they don't know that the sky is high and the earth is thick, and it is difficult to become a great weapon. This time, it is a good thing for him to suffer some setbacks and go through honing!"

But Mr. Lu said disapprovingly, "It's too early for the two of you to say this. This poem has not been finished yet, but you don't know that this spring snow can't overwhelm Lin Shushu's spring snow?"

Master Chen is the master of Yunqi Academy, and Mr. Lu is the master of Sanwei Academy. The two academies have been fighting openly and secretly in Weicheng for many years. Seeing Master Chen belittle Yang Chen, Mr. Lu naturally objected.

The so-called opponents oppose, I will agree, and opponents belittle, I will praise.

Master Chen smiled: "It's not easy to write a poem that is born with spiritual light and floats in the sky. It is the ultimate to have two poems like this appear today!"

Mr. Lu didn't think that Yang Chen could write such a good poem.

Then keep silent.

I was startled to see grass buds in early February.

Yang Chen wrote the second sentence.

Then someone with good deeds recited the poem written by Yang Chen loudly.

There is no blooming in the New Year, and I was surprised to see grass buds in early February.

Hearing the second sentence, Mr. Lu's face was filled with joy, Mrs. Chen was also a little shocked, and Mr. Li's face was even hotter.

Just looking at these two sentences, it is no worse than Lin Shushu's song Chun Xue.

If Beng is not written in the last two sentences, today's "Dongmei" poetry meeting will present another good poem that can be spread all over the world.

Yang Chen didn't pay attention to the noise from the outside world.

He knew that what he himself wrote was the poems of Han Yu, one of the Eight Great Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties, and the brilliance of his poems is self-evident. , Han Yu's poems also have the ability to come out on top.

Baixue dislikes the evening of spring, so she wears garden trees as flying flowers.

Yang Chen wrote the last two sentences.

Those who do good things continue to chant aloud.

At the end, I recited all the four sentences of this song together.

There is no youth in the New Year, and I was surprised to see grass buds in early February.Baixue thinks the spring is late, so she wears the garden tree as flying flowers.

Chanting it over and over again.

The sound spread everywhere.

While reading, the voice gradually lowered.

The scholars nearby, as well as Mr. Li, Mr. Chen, and Mr. Lu, had already stood up.

Lin Shushu's face was as white as snow.

The girl's nails covered in black veil had already been deeply pierced into the flesh.

"Why is that?"

Mr. Li was also stunned, he had already had someone secretly investigate Yang Chen.

Yang Chen absolutely does not have such ability.

The reason he dared to marry Lin Shishi as a concubine was because he felt that Yang Chen would never turn himself over.

After Yang Chen's poem was completed, suddenly, on the paper, there seemed to be a cloud of light, bright and soft like a brocade, and a bright and soft light suddenly rose.

Words jumped up and floated in mid-air, and each word was about the size of a fist, shining brightly like stars.

"This is a beautiful painting, a beautiful poem!" Master Chen was stunned, and even murmured to himself.

"The spiritual light is tens of feet!"

"There is no one in Weicheng with such a talent. I don't know if this person is a student of that academy, but he has such a talent and is not well-known?"

"Good poetry, good poetry!"

Mr. Lu was even more amazed: "I have never seen a poem of this level in my life. With this poem, the rest of the poems look like chewing gum."

Mr. Li was silent.

A murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Of course he knew what his son was doing, but he also thought that a poor man could not make any waves at all, so he let his son let him go.

However, now it seems that he was wrong.

This Yang Chen's ability is not small.

If Yang Chen could keep writing poems of this level, he would be more than half sure of succeeding in Conferring God in the future.

Inadvertently, the Li family offended a future god, which is by no means a good thing.

"We have to kill him in the bud, and we must never let him grow up smoothly."

The hatred of killing one's father, the hatred of seizing one's wife!

This is the greatest hatred in the world.

Between their Li family and Yang Chen, there is hatred for taking their wives.

Mr. Li's son took Yang Chen's fiancée.

This is unresolved hatred.

"Yang Chen copied this poem!"

But at this moment, Mr. Li stood up, his eyes flickering with astonishing light.

"I've seen this poem before!"

(End of this chapter)