Su Qingyan, the 36th generation leader of Emperor Wenzong! At the age of thirty, he still has charm and is so beautiful that he is incomparable! His strength is three-stage Martial Emperor!
However, what made her famous all over the world was not her cultivation strength, but her talent.
Su Qingyan is known as the most talented woman in the ages. She is proficient in astronomy and geography, and she is omnipotent in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. This woman is truly a peerless person!
hiss...
Yue Feng just glanced at her and couldn't move his eyes anymore. He couldn't help but take a deep breath.
At this time, Su Qingyan was sitting on the phoenix chair, and there was a thin gauze curtain in front of her. She couldn't see her face clearly. But Yue Feng could feel that the temperament of this woman was really extraordinary.
"What a courageous thing, don't you kneel down when you see our sect leader?" At this moment, Chen Sheng, who was on the side, took a step forward and scolded him angrily.
Chen Sheng was shocked! He never expected that this year's talented man, Furong, turned out to be Yue Feng!
He admitted that before in Haicheng, this kid won over his poems and was indeed talented. But his wife worshipped him as her teacher in front of everyone. This matter was like a thorn, deeply rooted in Chen Sheng's heart. He really hated Yue Feng to death!
"Kneel down and meet our leader!" Chen Sheng shouted with red eyes.
kneel?
Yue Feng chuckled and stood straight.
At this moment, behind the pearl curtain, the voice of the sect leader Su Qingyan came: "Elder Chen Sheng. This Yue Feng is not from Wenzong, so you don't have to kneel down to me."
The voice is soft, yet majestic, unquestionable!
"Yes, Sect Master, I'm too much." Chen Sheng quickly lowered his head and retreated to the side.
As the leader of the Wenzong Sect, Su Qingyan's power is supreme. Every word she said is like an imperial edict to the disciples of the Wenzong Sect.
Yue Feng took a deep breath and sighed in his heart that although the leader of the Wen Sect was a woman, his aura was really strong.
Immediately afterwards, Yue Feng's gaze fell on Chen Xia next to him again: "Good apprentice, when you see the master, you won't say hello."
Hahaha...
This Chen Sheng wants to embarrass me in public.
Then I will let you lose face.
Sure enough, after the words fell, everyone around was stunned.
Is Chen Xia the apprentice of this kid?
You know, Chen Xia’s personality is very arrogant. She is actually this kid’s apprentice? How is this possible?
Chen Sheng gritted his teeth secretly, clenched his fists, and felt extremely embarrassed and angry. Yue Feng really didn't open any pot.
Chen Xia also bit her lips tightly, her delicate body trembled. She couldn't say anything embarrassing on her face. In a hurry, she didn't know how to respond. Finally, she said nervously: "Master...Master!"
When he shouted out the word "Master", Chen Xia's delicate face showed a blush and indescribable shyness.
Just then, in the gauze curtain, Su Qingyan was slightly moved and asked softly: "Chen Sheng, Chen Xia, are you and your husband know Yue Feng?"
Everyone around also looked at Chen Sheng curiously, waiting for his explanation.
"This...this..." Chen Sheng stammered and felt very embarrassed.
Before, when I wrote poems in Haicheng, I lost to Yue Feng. This is too embarrassing. How can I say it out loud?
Seeing him embarrassed to say, Yue Feng smiled slightly and said slowly: "Elder Chen, what's the point? In Haicheng before, you compared me to Shi and lost. The bet is to ask your wife to be my teacher. You are the elder of Wenzong, and your memory will not be so poor. It's only been a few days, and you have forgotten?"
"you...."
Chen Sheng was so angry that he couldn't speak. He stared at Yue Feng fiercely, both ashamed and angry, and wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into it.
What?
Elder Chen and this boy lost to poetry...
Yue Feng's words stunned everyone at the scene!
You know, Chen Sheng’s talent is obvious to all in the entire Wenzong. Even the sect leader Su Qingyan admires it very much!
Such a literary master actually lost to the boy in front of him?!
For a moment, everyone whispered and talked.
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 Talent"? Can you tell me why?"
Yue Feng responded with a smile: "I passed by and on a whim, I wrote a poem casually, "What a talented man is not a talented man, it's just a title, it doesn't matter whether he wants it or not."
What?
Just a whim?
In an instant, hundreds of elders of Wenzong on the field were shocked.
Even if you are talented, you must be humble.
You know, the one in front of you is the most talented woman in the ages, the leader of the Wenzong Sect!
Everyone swallowed and muttered in their hearts that Yue Feng really doesn't know how to be humble, young man, too sharp.
Seeing a scene in front of him, Chen Sheng, who was standing next to him, raised a sneer on the corner of his mouth.
Yue Feng was not aware of being modest when he spoke to the sect leader.
Thinking of her, Chen Sheng took a step forward and looked at Yue Feng with a smile: "It's easy to write a poem after you're like this. Do you know how many literati and scholars participated in each poetry conference? You said you would win the championship by writing a random poem?"
Before he could finish his words, Yue Feng shrugged and interrupted with a smile: "What I said is the facts, I just wrote a random song. Not only that, I also wrote it casually the last time I competed with you, and I won you."
Yue Feng saw it.
This Chen Sheng always wants to cause trouble for himself.
After the words came to an end, Xiao Xi on the side couldn't help but say, "Yes, you lost to my young master anyway, my young master is talented. He is a few hundred streets away from you."
you!
Chen Sheng felt his heart was blocked and speechless for a moment. He was so angry that his whole body trembled and almost vomited blood.
At this time, everyone around them frowned secretly.
This kid is so crazy.
Even if I beat Elder Chen before writing poems, I don’t need to ridicule this...
Yue Feng looked calm and smiled silently.
To be honest, he also wanted to give Chen Sheng some face, but the other party always made trouble and insisted on being unable to get along with him. How could he still spoil him?
At this time, Su Qingyan raised his hand gently, 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 the first place at the poetry conference just now, I shouldn’t be so proud of myself.
"What poem did you write when you won the championship in the poetry competition? Can you tell me?" Su Qingyan asked.
Yue Feng smiled faintly and responded: "Since the sect leader wants to hear it, then I will chant it out."
As he said that, Yue Feng cleared his throat and walked leisurely. While walking, he pretended to be behind his hands and shook his head and said:
"Withed vines and old trees and crows, small bridges and flowing water, and thin horses on the ancient roads in the west wind."
"The sun sets, and the heartbroken person is in the world."
After reading this poem, Yue Feng looked at Su Qingyan with a smile: "What do the sect leader think of this poem?"
This...this poem...
At this moment, Su Qingyan's red lips opened slightly, and she couldn't help but recite softly: "Withed vines and old trees and crows..... Small bridges and flowing waters..."
While silently reciting, her beautiful face became more and more intoxicated!
Withered vines, old trees, crows, small bridges, flowing water... Each of these words is very simple, but together like this, it can actually reflect such a profound artistic conception.
The last sentence is that the heartbroken person is at the end of the world, and it is extremely sad to read!
Good poem!
An unparalleled good poem!
Su Qingyan's delicate body was trembling, and she couldn't help but look at Yue Feng a few more times.