At this moment, Su Qingyan asked Yue Feng through the gauze curtain: "Yue Feng, I heard from the people below that you wrote a poem and won the first place, but you don't want the title of 'Furong Talented Scholar'
?Can you tell me why?"
Yue Feng responded with a smile: "I was passing by and on a whim, I wrote a poem casually. It's just a title. It doesn't matter if you want it or not."
What?
Just a whim?
In an instant, the hundreds of Wenzong elders present felt their chests shake.
Even if you are talented, you still need to be humble...
You know, the person in front of you is the most talented woman in the history, the leader of Wenzong!
Everyone gulped and murmured in their hearts, this Yue Feng really doesn't know how to be humble, the young man is too sharp.
Seeing the scene in front of him, Chen Sheng, who was standing next to him, had a sneer on his lips.
This Yue Feng showed no humility at all when talking to the sect leader.
Thinking to himself, Chen Sheng took a step forward and looked at Yue Feng with a half-smile: "From what you say, writing a poem seems easy. Do you know how many literati and elegant people attend every poetry conference?
Are you so brazen that you won the championship just by writing a random song?"
Before he could finish speaking, Yue Feng shrugged and interrupted with a smile: "What I said is the truth. I just wrote a song casually. Not only that, last time I competed with you, I also wrote casually, so I just wrote it casually.
you win."
Yue Feng saw it.
This Chen Sheng always wants to cause trouble for himself.
After the words fell, Xiao Xi couldn't help but said: "Yes, anyway, you lost to my young master. My young master is so talented that he is hundreds of miles ahead of you."
you!
Chen Sheng felt that his heart was clogged and he was speechless for a moment. He was so angry that his whole body was trembling and he almost spurted blood.
At this time, everyone around him frowned secretly.
This kid is so crazy.
Even if I beat Elder Chen in poetry writing before, there is no need to be so mocking...
Yue Feng had an indifferent expression, smiling and saying nothing.
To be honest, he also wanted to save face for Chen Sheng, but the other party was always looking for trouble and insisted on making things difficult for him. How could he still tolerate him?
At this time, Su Qingyan gently raised her hand, and suddenly, the hall became quiet.
At this time, Su Qingyan also felt that Yue Feng was a little too conceited.
Even if I won first place in the poetry competition just now, I shouldn't be so arrogant about my talent.
"You won the championship in the poetry competition. What poem did you compose? Can you tell me about it?" Su Qingyan asked.
Yue Feng smiled faintly and responded: "Since the sect master wants to hear it, then I will chant it."
After saying that, Yue Feng cleared his throat, walked leisurely, pretended to put his hands behind his back, shook his head and said:
"Withered vines, old trees and dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people's houses, west wind and thin horses on the ancient roads."
"As the sun sets in the west, heartbroken people are everywhere."
After reading this poem, Yue Feng looked at Su Qingyan with a smile: "What do you think of this poem, Sect Master?"
This...this poem...
At this moment, Su Qingyan's red lips opened slightly, and she couldn't help but softly recited: "Withered vines, old trees, dim crows... Small bridges and flowing water, people..."
While thinking silently, her beautiful face became more and more intoxicating!
Withered vines, old trees, dusky crows, small bridges, flowing water... Each of these words is very simple, but when put together like this, they can actually reflect such a profound artistic conception.
The last sentence, "Heartbroken people are at the end of the world" is extremely sad to read!
What a poem!
Unparalleled poem!
Su Qingyan's delicate body was trembling, and she couldn't help but look at Yue Feng a few more times.