Wenxian Hall.

Facing the cynicism from everyone, Hu Fei sneered and stretched.

"How can it be possible for a mere poem to impress me?! I just don't like to be like some people, who think they are superior to others after reading a few books, and pretend to be sages to teach others how to do things. It's simply ridiculous!"

As Hu Fei spoke, he looked at Teng Ziqian with disdain. His attitude said everything. Some of the people he was talking about were Teng Ziqian.

After listening to Hu Fei's words, Teng Ziqian's face turned red.

"Don't show off your eloquence here. If you can really compose poetry, then compose one for everyone to comment on!"

Teng Ziqian stared at Hu Fei and said loudly again.

"How can the poems written by me be evaluated by ordinary people like you?! Even if Li and Du were alive, they would feel inferior and ashamed after reading my poems, let alone you!?"

Hu Fei curled his lips and said disdainfully.

"Hahaha, did you see that this guy is a useless piece of trash at first glance? Who in the world dares to say that his poems can be better than those of the Poet Immortal and the Poet Saint?"

"I'm afraid only a drunken maniac would dare to speak so brazenly, right?!"

When Teng Ziqian heard this, he couldn't help laughing and said, his face full of disdain and his heart even more confident.

"It's so arrogant! How dare you disrespect the name of the Immortal of Poetry, the Saint of Poetry, even if you don't know anything about it!"

"If you have the guts, compose a song, don't just rely on your mouth!"

After Teng Ziqian said this, the young talents present felt dissatisfied and pointed at Hu Fei's nose.

Li Bai and Du Fu are the poets they respect most, and their status is high. How could they tolerate someone so arrogant?

Zhu Tong, who was sitting beside him, couldn't help but shook his head and sighed secretly.

"If I remember correctly, Mr. Teng hasn't composed a song yet, right? Do you dare to compete?"

Hu Fei looked up at Teng Ziqian and asked with a smile.

"How to compare?!"

Teng Ziqian stared at Hu Fei and asked loudly.

"Whoever loses will not be able to compose poetry from now on."

Hu Fei looked at Teng Ziqian and said calmly.

After hearing Hu Fei's words, Teng Ziqian was stunned for a moment, frowned and was speechless.

"What? Are you scared?"

Hu Fei sneered and asked lightly.

"Master Teng, compare with him!"

"That's right! He must be the loser!"

"Don't be afraid!"

Everyone present looked at Teng Ziqian and cheered loudly.

"Just compete! I won't be afraid of you, young master!"

When Teng Ziqian heard this, he immediately puffed out his chest and said.

With so many people watching, how could he admit that he was scared? If he gave up, how could he still hang out in the capital city in the future?

"Okay, since you are humiliating yourself, I won't be polite and wait for death!"

"Who comes first?"

Hu Fei looked at Teng Ziqian and asked with a sneer.

"You...you come first!"

Teng Ziqian hesitated for a moment and said loudly, obviously no longer as confident as before.

"good."

"To deal with idiots like you, one poem is enough to defeat you all!"

"Bring me a pen!"

Hu Fei nodded, sneered, and rolled up his sleeves.

"Defeat everyone with one poem?! Are you just dreaming?!"

"Trash is indeed trash. Who dares to say that a poem can defeat everyone?!"

"Don't be afraid, Mr. Teng, he is bluffing you!"

After listening to Hu Fei's words, there was a burst of ridicule from around.

But Zhu Tong, who was sitting next to Hu Fei, couldn't help but frown, and curiosity arose in his heart, because he found that Hu Fei's serious look did not seem to be unintentional.

After hearing what Hu Fei said, Dong Yan had prepared pen, ink, paper and inkstone and placed them on the small table in front of Hu Fei.

Hu Fei picked up the pen and wrote the first word without thinking.

"plum..."

Upon seeing this first word, Zhu Tong, who was sitting aside, had his eyes widened.

"Good words!"

Hu Fei's handwriting was the only one Zhu Tong saw in his life!

Immediately afterwards, Hu Fei continued to write.

"Li Du's poems have been passed down by thousands of mouths..."

While Hu Fei was writing, Zhu Tong read it aloud, and then his expression changed drastically.

After hearing this first line of the poem, everyone present changed their expressions, got up from the ground, and slowly came over.

At the same time, someone had already sent the news outside Wenxian Hall.

"His Royal Highness, Mr. Hu has already made the first sentence!"

"Li Du's poems have been passed down by thousands of mouths!"

The clerk quickly rushed out of the Wenxian Hall, came to Zhu Biao's carriage, raised his hands and said.

"Li Du's poems have been passed down by thousands of mouths?"

Zhu Biao was sitting in the carriage, reciting this poem silently, his eyes widening in surprise.

Someone had just come out to report to him, saying that Hu Fei claimed that he wanted to compare everyone with one poem, and even threatened that even if the Poet Immortal or Poet Saint were alive, he would not be able to compare with him.

Such arrogant words are rare in the world, but now after hearing this first sentence, Zhu Biao couldn't help but feel moved in his heart.

But then I thought about it, wasn't this praising Li and Du?

Aren’t we going to compete with these two people? Why did you start praising them?

"Explore again!"

Immediately afterwards, Zhu Biao shouted out of the car window.

The clerk agreed and quickly returned to Wenxian Hall.

Wenxian Hall.

Hu Fei has already written the second sentence.

“It’s not new yet?!”

Zhu Tong's eyes widened as he read the second line of the poem written by Hu Fei.

The first sentence was originally praising Li and Du, but the second sentence was already disrespectful!

Outside Wenxian Hall.

"Your Highness, Mr. Hu has already made his second sentence!"

“It feels stale now!”

The clerk will report again.

Zhu Biao's face changed drastically, and his eyes flashed with excitement.

Inside the Wenxian Hall.

Hu Fei continued to write, and the third sentence was published!

“There are talented people from generation to generation!”

Zhu Tong had already stood up, came to Hu Fei's side excitedly, and read aloud, the surprise on his face could no longer be concealed.

The young talents surrounding him were already stunned on the spot, their eyes full of disbelief, or even unwillingness to believe it.

Outside Wenxian Hall.

"Your Highness, Mr. Hu has already made his third sentence!"

“There are talented people from generation to generation!”
To be continued...