Su Shi's "Begonia" should be enough to shock the audience, right?

It’s just that there are no crabapples here, so I’ll use an osmanthus to make up the numbers.

It seems to be okay and I can make up the numbers.

Sure enough, as soon as he read this poem, seven or eight flower demons appeared next to Ye Jiangchuan, each with his own beauty.

They looked at Ye Jiangchuan stupidly, and someone said:

"So burn a high candle to illuminate the red makeup."

"It sounds so good, I like it so much!"

That adoring gaze makes people completely addicted.

Ye Jiangchuan chuckled, walked under the chrysanthemums, and sang another poem:

"A night of new frost touches the light of the tiles, and the new plantains are damaged by the lotus.

The only thing that can withstand the cold is the Oriental chrysanthemum, and the golden millet is more clear when it first blooms."

After finishing the chant, Ye Jiangchuan waited for countless praises.

This is Bai Juyi's "Yong Chrysanthemum".

But those flower demons, you look at me and I look at you.

There was a scholar on the side who couldn't stand Ye Jiangchuan's appearance and shouted:

"This is "Yong Chrysanthemum" written by Prince Yi of the Tang Dynasty seven thousand years ago.

Everyone knows how to recite the praises, what do you want to do?"

Ye Jiangchuan's face suddenly turned red. A senior had taken the lead...

He laughed loudly and said, "I'm just kidding everyone."

"The light muscles and weak bones scatter the secret flowers, and the golden pistils are overflowing with clouds.

If you want to know but it is an old medicine, it will bloom when all the herbs are destroyed."

Or "Zhao Chang Han Ju" by Mr. Su Shi

The big brother's poem just now was fine, this one should be fine too.

There is no way, that senior, who can recite Tang poems, can only be a sheep.

As soon as this chant came out, the flower demons immediately shouted:

"What a weak-looking person with light muscles and weak bones!"

"The flowers begin to bloom when the grass is destroyed. I want to cry. This is me!"

"Great, great!"

"Excuse me sir, what is the name of this poem?"

""Zhao Changhanju""

Then Ye Jiangchuan took two steps and came under the orchid.

"The cold plum blossoms fade away, and the sweet fragrance fills the valley.

If you don’t compete with the crowd of flowers, the flowers and leaves will not wither.”

Then Ye Jiangchuan looked at them.

"Good poem, good poem!"

"It's a good thing that the flowers and leaves never wither."

Ye Jiangchuan let out a sigh of relief. This senior has not moved!

Come under the rhododendrons:

“In my early years, I sang the song Yingshanhong, but I didn’t know that your name was Dujuan.

The red star shines brightly towards the Big Dipper, and the mountains and rivers are stained with blood."

Come under the peonies:

“It has been called the national beauty in ancient and modern times, and it is stunningly beautiful.

Whoever wants to be noble or humble knows that time has its own style."

But this senior had already moved. Ye Jiangchuan laughed again and said:

"Just a joke, just a joke!"

"The fragrance spreads ten miles away, and the reputation is passed down for thousands of generations.

The world knows how to be warm and cold, and it’s rare to find something strange.”

No senior had touched this before. Ye Jiangchuan let out a sigh of relief...

Ye Jiangchuan gradually figured out the pattern, and there were quite a few senior bosses here.

However, many of them are from before the Song Dynasty, and Song lyrics are rarely circulated.

There are also some modern ones, but they all seem to be from textbooks. They must have not memorized a few good poems before time travel.

In addition, there are seniors like Master who have almost forgotten the things in their previous lives. They have already finished their poems.

Fortunately, I used to like ancient poetry and still remember some of it.

These flower demons have lost their destiny and will surely perish within three days.

I copy a few more poems to make them happy, which is the last happiness.

As for my descendants and fools in the future, I'm sorry, I have copied all the poems. You should die in the sea!

Ye Jiangchuan copied poems here, but many scholars were still dissatisfied at first.

But as Ye Jiangchuan wrote one poem after another, they were all dumbfounded, and then admired him endlessly.

One by one, they rushed to copy down Ye Jiangchuan's poems and went back to recite them.

Ye Jiangchuan copied dozens of poems praising flowers in one breath, and then said:

"Okay, that's it!"

An old scholar couldn't help but ask:

"Master, please give me your surname so that I can go back and sing your poems."

Ye Jiangchuan thought for a while and realized that he copied mostly Su Shi, so he replied:

"Su Shi Su Dongpo, one of the Eight Great Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties, was a native of Meishan, Meizhou, and his ancestral home was Luancheng, Hebei..."

False reputation or whatever, it doesn’t matter!

Everyone was stunned. After Ye Jiangchuan finished speaking, he remained silent and looked at the white peony and said:

"Can you get Huajunzi?"

Bai Mudan's face was full of joy and she said: "The gentleman is the best!"

After speaking, she handed Ye Jiangchuan a piece of the avenue.

Ye Jiangchuan turned it into a miracle card.

Card: Spire Garden

Level: Rare

Type: land sign

Explain, there is a spire in the garden, which contains countless wisdom.

Xie Yan: Beautiful places make people intoxicated.

With this miracle card, all efforts are worth it.

Ye Jiangchuan smiled and was about to leave when Bai Mudan said:

"My lord, please proceed slowly.

We will open you up again!

A flower banquet just for you!

You are a Taiyi Sect monk, you will definitely have no regrets and you will gain endlessly."

Upon hearing this, Ye Jiangchuan nodded and said, "Okay!"

Many flower demons appeared over there and started giving gifts.

The mortals gave gold, silver and jewels, the monks gave elixirs and magical tools. Everyone had a gift. The banquet was over and everyone dispersed.

Ye Jiangchuan and Fang Dongsu said goodbye, and he stayed here silently.

The place cleared quickly and there was no one else here.

Many flower demons appeared, and they looked at Ye Jiangchuan with great joy.
To be continued...