As Ye Qiu finished reciting, the hall fell into silence again.
quiet!
The scene was deathly silent!
Everyone looked like wooden figures, motionless.
Obviously, everyone was stunned by Ye Qiu's poem.
Ye Qiu was not surprised by their reaction. After all, this song "Shui Tiao Song Tou: When Will the Bright Moon Come" is completely natural and is known as the masterpiece of Mid-Autumn Festival poetry throughout the ages.
I remember when Ye Qiu saw this poem in a textbook for the first time, he was amazed.
Now, it is a kind of romance to be able to allow geniuses in the world of cultivation to see the poems of their ancestors in the secular world here.
The Emperor of Zhou Dynasty was the first to come to his senses.
He sat on the dragon chair and looked at Ye Qiu with an aunt-like smile on his face.
"He is not only a great talent, he is simply a genius. If he can get this son-in-law, he will make a lot of money."
Emperor Zhou smiled so hard that his mouth twisted and he couldn't help but cheer loudly: "Good! Good! Good!"
Hearing his voice, everyone woke up from the shock.
Qin Jiang looked at Ye Qiu with complicated eyes.
"I thought that I would never lose to anyone in terms of literary talent, but I didn't expect that I lost completely today."
"Ye Changsheng's talent is unparalleled in ancient and modern times."
"I'm not as good as me!"
Qin Jiang's heart was filled with a sense of powerlessness and he lowered his head.
Each of Ye Qiu's four poems is an eternal masterpiece, and his pride was completely shattered.
"We are both the same people, why is the gap so big?" Qin Jiang murmured to himself.
Qin He sent a message to comfort him: "Fourth brother, don't be depressed. Even if Wen Dou loses, there will still be a fighting battle. I will definitely help you win it back."
Qin Jiang shook his head and said through a message: "I no longer care about whether I can be Da Zhou's consort."
"Fourth brother, don't be discouraged..."
Before Qin He finished speaking, Qin Jiang waved his hand, and then Qin Jiang's voice sounded in his ears.
"Of the three kingdoms in Central Continent, Zhou is the strongest."
"Ye Changsheng has the qualifications of a great emperor and outstanding literary talent. If he really becomes the Prince Consort of the Great Zhou Dynasty, then we will never be able to turn around."
"Fifth brother, during the fight, find an opportunity to kill Ye Changsheng."
"If this person is not eliminated, the day when Daqian will be destroyed is not far away!"
Ye Qiu's talent and talent gave Qin Jiang a strong sense of crisis.
Since you can't defeat it, then get rid of it quickly.
Qin He nodded and said via message: "Don't worry, fourth brother, I will kill him."
Qin Jiang said: "But don't be too anxious, because there are people who are more anxious than us."
Qin He understood instantly and turned to look at Wei Wuxin who was not far away.
Wei Wuxin's handsome face was almost distorted at this moment.
He stared at Ye Qiu, his eyes spitting fire.
"What kind of freak is this Ye Changsheng? How come every poem is a masterpiece?"
"You really want to crack his head open and see what's hidden inside?"
"With four poems, Ye Changsheng crushed the audience. This literary battle cannot be won."
"what to do?"
Wei Wuxin was anxious and angry.
at the same time.
Zhuge Chaoyang looked at Ye Qiu absentmindedly for a while, his fists clenched tightly, with a look of reluctance on his face.
"Why can Ye Changsheng write such good poems? Why?"
"I don't accept it!"
"I want to duel with him!"
Of course, this was just Zhuge Chaoyang's inner thoughts and no action was taken.
After all, there were so many people at the scene. If he took action rashly, he would probably be reprimanded by his senior brother before he could hit Ye Qiu.
All around, the civil and military officials of the Great Zhou Dynasty were amazed.
"Young master Ye is so powerful. If you recite it casually, it is an invincible masterpiece. He is like a literary star descending to the earth."
"I didn't expect that Mr. Ye's talent is so terrifying. He is indeed a peerless genius with the qualifications of an emperor."
"The four poems are all masterpieces. With the power of one person, Mr. Ye has defeated countless geniuses in Central Continent. If you don't see it with your own eyes, it would be unbelievable."
"Master Ye recited poems, Kong Tianxia wrote, and Princess Ning'an polished. Today's events will surely become a legend that will be passed down through the ages."
"To be honest, Wei Wuxin and Qin Jiang were not unjustly defeated by Ye Qiu."
"Yes, Mr. Ye is a poet in this world, invincible in the world!"
"Have you noticed that Kong Tianxia's calligraphy is so beautiful? I'm afraid even those great masters can't write such calligraphy."
Everyone couldn't help but look at the paper.
I saw that Kong Tianxia's strokes were as natural and smooth as flowing clouds and flowing water, like a beautiful painting, which made people shocked.
However, the writer Kong Tianxia kept staring at the poem he wrote and fell into a daze.
It's been a while.
Kong Tianxia just came back to his senses and said: "Brother Ye's poem is set in a clear and majestic setting, with chanting the moon as the center. It expresses the "return" of wandering immortals and the direct dance of "human world", separation from desire and joining the world.
Contradictions and confusion, as well as broad-minded self-adaptation, long-term optimism and good wishes for life, are full of philosophy and human feelings."
"The intention is lofty, the conception is novel, the artistic conception is fresh and picturesque, and finally it ends with broad-minded feelings, which is a natural expression of Brother Ye's feelings."
"This poem has a wonderful idea, a unique approach, and is very romantic. As soon as Brother Ye came out with this poem, all the rest of his poems were discarded. From now on, I'm afraid no one will dare to chant the moon again."
"I never expected that I would be able to admire such a masterpiece in my lifetime. I have no regrets in this life."
"Brother Ye, please accept my respect!"
After Kong Tianxia finished speaking, he bowed ninety degrees and saluted Ye Qiu.
Why does this guy always worship me?
Ye Qiu couldn't remember exactly how many times Kong Tianxia had saluted him. He quickly held Kong Tianxia's arms and said, "Brother Kong, I can't bear it..."
"No, Brother Ye can bear it!" Kong Tianxia said: "Brother Ye is a talented poet. The four poems you wrote today, no matter which one they are, are all masterpieces through the ages."
"Even my master can't write a masterpiece like yours."
"I dare to conclude that as long as you are here, from now on, no one in the Zhou Dynasty will dare to claim to be the most talented person."
"No one in Central Continent dares to be called the most talented person!"
Hearing this, Wei Wuxin and Qin Jiang both looked ugly, but there was nothing they could do about it. Who said Ye Qiu was so awesome?
And Kong Tianxia, even if you hold Ye Qiu in your arms, why do you want to step on us?
Do you think we are easy to bully?
Be careful we kill you!
Kong Tianxia has no cultivation, and with the strength of Wei Wuxin and Qin Jiang, they can easily kill Kong Tianxia.
Kong Tianxia ignored everyone, only Ye Qiu was in his eyes at this time, and said excitedly: "Brother Ye, I thought before that "Jiang Xue" was the last song of the ages, but when this song "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" came out, it was even more shocking.
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"This word is like the pen of a deity transforming into a human being. It is full of emotion and charm, and has a magnificent state of mind. The whole poem is full of beautiful sentences, which are rare to see in ten thousand years."
"Brother Ye, I like this poem very much. I have a heartfelt request..."
Before Kong Tianxia could finish his words, Ye Qiu said, "I'm sorry, Brother Kong, I can't meet your request."
