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Chapter 375 Impulse is the Devil
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Bai Hualin stood up and said to the crowd, "This poem is too meaningless, and it seems that the logic of the meaning contained in this poem is not smooth."

"Listen everyone, you come from your hometown, you should know the affairs of your hometown, you are a stranger in a foreign land alone, you don't ask about the affairs of your family, you don't ask about the people in your hometown, but you ask whether the plum blossom in front of the window has bloomed. How unreasonable it is!"

"Could it be that family members are not as important as a plum blossom?"

"Of course, maybe my knowledge is shallow and I don't understand it thoroughly. Since the talented scholar Yaoyue couldn't help nodding his head and memorizing it secretly, it must be this poem. There is something amazing about it. Please give me some pointers."

Yang Chen turned his head and looked at this Baihualin, one of the top ten talents in the sky, and felt more and more that this person's brain is sick, and since he didn't provoke him, why did he bite him like a dog and wouldn't let him go?

At this moment, all the smart people here can also see that this Bai Hualin and Yang Chen, the talent who invites the moon, are not going to deal with each other. of jealousy.

Seeing someone come forward to attack Yang Chen's reputation, he was naturally optimistic. However, Ma Wencai and Liang Shanbo stood up with expressions of anger, pointing at Baihua Lindao, "You man, why are you talking like that? , flat, nothing out of the ordinary, what do you mean by talking to Master like this."

"If you have any ability, just write a wonderful poem. If you don't have this ability, it's useless to talk about it. What ability is it?"

Bai Hualin, one of the ten talents of Tianhua, had a displeased face on his face, waved his sleeves, and flew out with a burst of energy, directly sweeping towards Ma Wencai and Liang Shanbo.

"When the grown-ups are talking, there is a place for you juniors to interrupt. Is this the student brought out by Yaoyue Talent? I really don't understand the rules!"

"The upper beam is not straight, the lower beam is crooked!"

Yang Chen next to him raised his head slightly at this moment, glanced at the birch forest, waved his sleeves, and his aura swam away, like a dragon dancing in the sky, bumping into the energy from the birch forest.

"Now is the time for Wenbi. What kind of skill is it to use kung fu? You have to speak with your wit and aura."

"Besides, my disciple, the reason why I say this is just to save your face. You don't know what is good or bad, but you attack my disciple instead. You are indeed a vulgar and ignorant person."

Bai Hualin's face turned pale, and Yang Chen was so angry that he almost vomited blood, "Yang Chen, don't think that you are a talented scholar, so you can talk nonsense. Your disciple is clearly defending you. What do you say to defend me? , I don’t know what to say.”

"Could it be that, do you still think that a poem written by a mere vulgar warrior is an excellent poem?"

"If you can say a thing or two today, that's all. If you hurt someone innocently, I will not have anything to do with you. You must apologize to me in front of the public and restore my name."

Yang Chen said, "You are just a clown with no discernment. Hua Shixiu's literary name that day is probably a vain name, and he has no real skills."

"As you said yourself, you are indeed a person with little knowledge but who likes to show off wantonly. I didn't want to say it to save face for you, but I didn't expect that if you are so aggressive, I won't show you off. face."

"This poem is not that I say it is good, but that it is really a rare good poem. With a person like you, it is estimated that you will not be able to write such a poem in your whole life."

Bai Hualin was furious, and pointed at Yang Chen, "Okay, okay, since you said this poem is a good poem, you are looking for death. A poem like this doesn't make sense. There is nothing special about it, and the logic of the sentences in it is even more nonsense, I would like to know, what is so good about such a poem?"

"Based on your knowledge, you are naturally incapable of appreciating good and bad."

Yang Chen shook his head, suppressed the birch forest fiercely, and spoke badly, "Since you say this poem is not good, I will say it is a good poem, and I will explain it to everyone later, how dare you talk to me?" Let me make a bet, if what I said is right and this poem is indeed a good poem, how about you apologize to my two disciples in front of a large audience."

"If what I said is wrong, if this poem is not good, from now on, I will invite talented scholars of the moon to stop writing poems and take a detour after seeing you. Would you like it?"

On the Baizhang Qingfeng, when everyone saw Yang Chen and Bai Hualin pinching each other, their eyes lit up, and they couldn't help but watch the excitement. One was the long-established and well-known Tianhua Shixiu, Bai Hualin, who was known as the master of piano and music.

One is Yang Chen, who has risen to fame and is at the height of his power.

Unexpectedly, the two actually competed on the spot for a poem.

However, in the eyes of many people, there is nothing unusual about the poem written by that martial artist, but the poem approved by Yaoyue talent Yang Chen may really have something extraordinary.

Originally, because this poem was written by warriors, the few favored ones who didn't read it carefully, now also silently savored this little poem, but they still didn't get much.

"Hey, the talent Yaoyue kicked himself in the foot this time."

"Even if you want to stand out for your disciples, you can't say that a bad poem is good."

"It's not good, it's not good. Let your mouth be full of lotus flowers, talk about wild flowers, and golden lotus springing from the ground, it's not good."

"That's right, this time inviting the talented scholar to the moon has lost his own reputation, but he has become the most beautiful Baihualin. Young is impulsive, young and energetic, but he doesn't know that impulsiveness is a devil. It's a bad idea."

For a while, everyone was not optimistic about Yang Chen.

Even Ma Wencai and Liang Shanbo were moved for a while, thinking that it was their master who forcibly stood up for them.

"Master, if not, forget it!"

Yang Chen said, "How can you forget it? The two of you defended his reputation out of good intentions, but he didn't know what was good or bad. Instead, he wanted to hurt you. Such a person needs literary talent, but he doesn't have literary talent. He needs tolerance. He has no tolerance at all. He has no self-cultivation, and on this Baizhang Qingfeng, he is nothing but a disgraceful, gentle scum."

"Since the teacher is here, how can such a gentle scum bully the two of you."

"To bully you is to slap your teacher in the face. Naturally, a teacher has to stand up for you and yourself."

"Don't talk too much, you two, that gentle scum, do you dare to accept the bet?"

Ma Wencai and Liang Shanbo were speechless for a while. They wanted to give their master a step down. How could this master push his nose and face? Anyone can see that this poem is not a good poem. It's not self-defeating.

Being called a gentle scum by Yang Chen in public, Bai Hualin's nose twisted in anger, "I'm afraid that you won't succeed, I still don't believe that you can make such a bad poem into a flower! "

(End of this chapter)