Opening confession to the beautiful master

"Okay, let's get started!"

Beiling urged. Ever since Fang Tiancheng came back, she had been praising Zhang Yi. She was also curious about Zhang Yi's ability to make the arrogant Fang Tiancheng boast like this.

The Confucian disciples around me chatted with each other and quickly chose the first theme: bamboo!

The most abundant thing in this Confucian Saint Forest is bamboo, which is quite suitable for the occasion.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, as a guest, you should invite me first."

Fang Tiancheng cupped his hands and smiled politely.

Zhang Yi shook his head, "No need, Fellow Daoist Fang come first."

"good!"

Fang Tiancheng was really rude this time and agreed immediately.

However, this scene was different in the eyes of the Confucian disciples, and another discussion broke out.

"You're so lackluster before you even start? Are you scared?"

"How dare you discuss this with our senior brother?"

"It looks like another crushing."

Many people present had discussed it with Fang Tiancheng, but in the end they all ended in failure, so they also hoped that Zhang Yi could be defeated miserably in front of Fang Tiancheng.

Fang Tiancheng was not in the mood to care about these rumors at the moment. His eyes kept wandering around the Confucian Saints' Forest, and his expression became extremely solemn. He had to be very energetic for this discussion.

Because he was so focused, he even broke out in a cold sweat on his back, but in the eyes of Confucian disciples, this was Fang Tiancheng's demeanor.

They thought that Fang Tiancheng was worried about making Zhang Yi look too ugly, so he deliberately delayed it for so long.

As if they were worried that their movements would disturb Fang Tiancheng's thoughts, they all held their breath in tacit understanding, waiting for Fang Tiancheng's masterpiece to be released.

I don’t know how long it took, but Fang Tiancheng stopped, took a deep breath, and said confidently: "New bamboo branches are higher than old bamboo branches, all because of the support of old branches."

After saying that, Fang Tiancheng breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes full of pride. This time he showed his transcendence, and the poem he had thought about for so long was not in vain.

In an instant, overwhelming literary energy gathered and irrigated the bamboos around him. The most exaggerated thing was that the bamboo closest to him actually turned into a towering tree. This was simply not the growth level that ordinary bamboo could achieve.

Beiling also nodded slightly proudly. It could be seen that she was very satisfied with Fang Tiancheng's performance.

Not to mention anything else, at least the current growth of the bamboo is not the most exaggerated, but it looks extremely dazzling in this bamboo forest.

The whole place was silent, everyone seemed to be immersed in the artistic conception, and many people were mumbling something.

"Okay! As expected of my Confucian senior brother!"

Someone took the lead in applauding, and suddenly a wave of thunderous applause broke out.

Zhang Yi also applauded. I have to say that Fang Tiancheng's poem was very well done, and he was worthy of being a Confucian master.

A look of pride appeared on the faces of the Confucian disciples, looking at Zhang Yi provocatively.

"Senior Brother Daozong, just give up. It's not shameful to lose to us Senior Brother Confucian."

Someone joked.

"presumptuous!"

Fang Tiancheng glared at the man with dissatisfaction, then looked at Zhang Yi and said apologetically: "Zhang Daoyou, my Confucian disciple just didn't understand. Don't be as knowledgeable as them."

Zhang Yi waved his hand, obviously not taking the man's words to heart, and there was no need for him to be familiar with them.

It's not that Zhang Yi is very big-hearted, it's just that... they will be surprised later.

"The next step is to see fellow Taoist Zhang."

Fang Tiancheng was very confident this time, and was even more curious about what kind of poetry Zhang Yi would come up with in response.

Zhang Yi just nodded slightly. Compared with Fang Tiancheng's thoughtfulness, Zhang Yi seemed much more hasty. He said almost without thinking: "Green bamboo enters the quiet path, and green flowers brush the clothes."

As early as the moment he knew the topic, Zhang Yi, the copywriter, had already thought of a countermeasure.

"boom!"

As the words fell, golden literary energy surged, descending from the ground and the void, directly irrigating several buds around Zhang Yi into towering trees, and their growth was even more ferocious than those irrigated by Fang Tiancheng before.

What's more important is that Zhang Yi made the dozens of bamboos around him grow like this. You can tell at a glance whether they are high or low.

The most surprised ones were the Confucian disciples who were ready to watch the joke. They originally thought that the poems written by Zhang Yi so quickly must be mediocre, but they didn't expect that the artistic conception was so profound, which caused the bamboos in the Confucian Saints' Forest to grow wildly.

Beiling couldn't help but say hello, but his expression soon turned ugly.

The reason for cheering was because of instinct, but the reason for the bad expression was because Fang Tiancheng was defeated in the first round.

Fang Tiancheng also murmured with a complicated expression for a while, and then he clapped his hands and applauded, "As expected of Fellow Daoist Zhang, I am convinced!"

What about frustration? That was a little bit, but when he saw the dumbfounded looks of his classmates, all the traces of frustration disappeared. At least when he first saw Zhang Yi's ability, it was not so exaggerated.

"Let you start laughing at other people."

Fang Tiancheng felt secretly happy.

Under the leadership of Fang Tiancheng, the Confucian disciples couldn't help but clapped their hands and applauded, but they couldn't help but blush when they remembered their previous evaluation of Zhang Yi, and they felt extremely embarrassed.

"What kind of monster is this? How can Senior Brother Daozong have such literary talent?"

"Harm, it's a good thing he didn't practice Confucianism, otherwise we wouldn't have survived."

"But could it be a coincidence? It will be more difficult for us to choose the next topic?"

There are also disciples who are unwilling to give in and want to see Zhang Yi's true ability.

After some discussion, they finally decided on the second topic: Love!

There are thousands of emotions in the world, and family, friendship, and love are the most understandable ones. Only those who are profound and enlightened can create masterpieces that will be passed down to generations.

And their senior brother has always been passionate, which is also his strong point. They don't believe that Zhang Yi, a person who practices ruthless skills, can write poems with themes of love? (Confucian disciples still don’t know about Zong’s revised rules.)

Returning to the second topic, Fang Tiancheng looked particularly embarrassed. He even felt that his classmates were trying to trick him. He was impressed by Zhang Yi's love poems during the Lantern Festival.

But today is different from the past. He has some insights into this discussion and should go all out.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, should I come first this time?"

Fang Tiancheng probed cautiously. He was afraid that he would have no chance as soon as Zhang Yi opened his mouth, so he was extra cautious.

The order is the same to Zhang Yi, there is no difference. Ever since they chose this topic, the result has been determined.

You may not be good at choosing other topics, but if love is the theme, then I’m embarrassed...

Fang Tiancheng paced around anxiously, lost in deep thought, kept mumbling, and his mind was running rapidly.