Seeing Ye Qingyun's answer so simply, Du Wei looked unbelieving.
"Master Ye, why don't you compose a song to open Du's eyesight?"
Du Wei said this.
Ye Qingyun stared at Du Wei.
He thought to himself, does this guy not understand human language?
I told you that I can't do it myself, why do you still insist on asking me to compose poetry?
Short-sighted, right?
"I really can't do it."
Ye Qingyun smiled bitterly.
Yi Tianxing chuckled.
"Master Ye is too humble. He probably doesn't want to offend Lao Du too much."
If you say this, you will immediately pierce the window paper.
Du Wei glared at Yi Tianxing.
"You only know how to play chess, stop talking!"
Yi Tianxing chuckled.
"I'm better than you. Mr. Ye can play chess with me very well."
"It's you, people call you the Poet of the Tang Dynasty. But are your poems comparable to Mr. Ye?"
Du Wei's face turned red with anger.
And Ye Qingyun also secretly scolded Yi Tianxing.
This guy's mouth is too bad.
If you say this, how can Du Wei just let it go?
as expected!
Du Wei stared at Ye Qingyun.
"Young Master Ye, since Yi Tianxing has said this, then I, Du Wei, will really compete with you, Mr. Ye, today."
I go!
Ye Qingyun complained endlessly.
Why is this so troublesome? Things happen one after another.
I just made Yi Tianxing docile at Go.
Now Du Wei appears again.
Will even the piano sage Zhuge Yuanxin jump out to compete with me later?
Is his face really so mocking?
"Master Ye, please write a poem with the theme of Peach Tree."
Du Wei continued.
"If the poem you write can surpass mine, then I, Du Wei, will promise you to do one thing!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone present in Datang was extremely shocked.
The promise of the poet sage of the Tang Dynasty!
This is what countless people dream of.
Now, Du Wei himself directly stated that as long as Ye Qingyun's poems can surpass him, he can agree to do something for Ye Qingyun.
Even Li Tianmin, who was the emperor of the Tang Dynasty, was very envious of Ye Qingyun at this moment.
Of course, it can also be seen from this that Du Weixin is really interested in competing.
Not kidding.
"Well, what if I can't write a better poem than you?"
Ye Qingyun asked very cautiously.
"That's okay, but I will visit Mr. Ye every once in a while and discuss poetry with Mr. Ye."
Du Wei said with a wicked smile.
Ye Qingyun was speechless for a while.
This is going to get entangled with myself.
Absolutely not!
It would be better to get it done once and for all and completely convince Du Wei.
Ye Qingyun touched his chin.
"Oh well."
Seeing that Ye Qingyun agreed, Du Wei showed a bit of satisfaction.
"Then let Mr. Ye write a poem."
Ye Qingyun glanced at the peach tree not far away.
This topic was chosen by him.
How could he not be able to compose poetry?
Just at this moment a breeze blew by.
Blowing the peach blossoms on the peach trees.
Ye Qingyun's eyes lit up and his heart moved.
Pretend to be having a flash of inspiration.
"Yes!"
When everyone heard this, they were all surprised.
So fast?
Is it possible for Ye Qingyun to write poems just by opening his mouth?
Ye Qingyun cleared his throat.
Pretending to be profound.
"Everyone, please listen carefully."
Everyone became serious.
"Peach blossoms are shallow and deep, like makeup with even shades."
"The spring breeze helps break the heart and blows away the white clothes."
A poem that sounds simple at first glance.
But after listening to it, everyone felt that this poem contained a touch of sadness for some reason.
The festive peach blossoms are endowed with a kind of sadness.
This is amazing.
"This poem...how can I say it? The more you taste it, the better it becomes."
"Yes, I seem to see a woman in white standing under a peach tree, sad and moving, which makes people shudder!"
“That’s great!”
...
Everyone praised him one after another.
And what about Du Wei?
He stood there blankly, muttering this poem by Ye Qingyun.
No one dared to disturb him.
Except Yi Tianxing.
"How's it going, Lao Du? This poem simply compares to the poem you just made, doesn't it?"
Yi Tianxing smiled.
Du Wei smiled bitterly.
He is not a narrow-minded person.
Admitting failure is nothing shameful for Du Wei.
In fact, it was even more enjoyable for him to be able to appreciate such wonderful poems.
"My poetry is nothing compared to this."
Du Wei said very directly.
This shocked everyone's jaws.
The great poet of the Tang Dynasty said that his poetry was inferior to shit.
If this spreads out, the entire Tang Dynasty will probably be in a state of excitement.
Ye Qingyun quickly handed over his hand: "I accept it."
Du Wei looked at Ye Qingyun with even more admiration.
"Mr. Ye, Mr. Du would like to know if you have a sudden inspiration when you compose poems? Or do you have any secrets for composing poems?"
Ye Qingyun shook his head.
"It was just a sudden inspiration."
Du Wei looked at Ye Qingyun with envy.
"When I was young, like Mr. Ye, I would always have a sudden inspiration, and then I would write a poem."
"But then, my flashes of inspiration became less and less frequent."
"Nowadays, such a situation almost never happens."
Du Wei told his secret.
This is also the reason why he became a poet saint of the Tang Dynasty.
Being able to become a poet respected by thousands of people depends on talent.
After becoming a poet, Du Wei relied on accumulation to maintain his reputation as a poet.
A good poem is definitely not the product of hard thinking.
Instead, relying on a little God-given inspiration, he blurted out the words and everything came naturally.
This is the best poetry.
Du Wei envied Ye Qingyun for having such a sudden flash of inspiration.
"Lao Du, we are all old."
Yi Tianxing patted Du Wei on the shoulder and said with emotion.
The two of them could not beat Ye Qingyun at chess.
No one can compare to Ye Qingyun in poetry writing.
They are truly brothers in distress.
At this moment, I felt a resonance.
Zhuge Yuanxin on the side also looked at Ye Qingyun with deep meaning in his eyes.
She never said anything.
Because she doesn't like to talk.
Zhuge Yuanxin prefers to use the sound of the piano to express everything in his heart.
It's just not her business whether she can understand it or not.
Those who understand will naturally understand.
She doesn't bother to pay attention to people who don't understand.
"This person does look a bit like my master."
Zhuge Yuanxin said secretly.
"Master Ye, your talent is superior to mine, and I, Du Wei, am convinced."
Du Wei said sincerely.
"I promise you that I can do something for you. As long as it is not harmful to the world, I, Du Wei, will do it for you even if I go through the mountains of swords and the sea of fire!"
Ye Qingyun was a little embarrassed: "Senior Du, you don't have to be like this."
Yi Tianxing laughed and said: "Master Ye, Lao Du is such a person. As long as it is something he believes in, he will not change it."