This "ok" really startled the other people in the teahouse.
Everyone was originally immersed in the beauty of the poem recited by Jiang Fan. They had just finished reciting it and were still thinking about it, but they were suddenly shouted out by Chen Ang's cry.
It would be strange not to be scared to death!
Chen Ang paid no attention to his overly excited performance.
The whole person had subconsciously stood up from the chair, and looked at Jiang Fan with eyes that seemed to glow with green light.
"What a sentence. The world laughs at me because I am too crazy. I laugh at people who can't see through it! Just this sentence makes it obvious! Jiang Fan, have a drink with me tonight! This is the first time I have heard such a thing since I retired and returned home.
Excellent work! If nothing else happens, this will definitely be a masterpiece that will be handed down from generation to generation!"
Chen Ang walked directly in front of Jiang Fan, as if an adolescent boy had seen his first love, which made Jiang Fan couldn't help but feel a little cautious.
"Ahem, it's easy to talk, it's just a drink. I'll drink as much as you want, sir. I'll accompany you. Don't be too excited. Can you sit down? This competition isn't over yet."
Jiang Fan said slightly embarrassed.
"What else is there to compare with! The level of these two poems of yours is already comparable to that of me, especially this sentence. The world laughs at me because I am too crazy. I laugh at the world and the world can't see through it! Even I can't write it at all! Can you do it?
With poems like this and your poetic attainments so high, even if you are a bit arrogant to be number one in the Great Zhou Dynasty, you are definitely not far off."
Chen Ang said with wide eyes.
Hearing Chen Ang say that Jiang Fan's attainments in poetry were comparable to his, the three young men from Jinling suddenly looked dumbfounded.
Especially Yu Wencheng, who had been ridiculing Jiang Fan from the beginning, was instantly filled with an expression of disbelief.
He said in astonishment: "Mr. Chen, you can't talk nonsense. How old is he? His poetry attainments can be compared with yours? How is this possible? Shi Na's heartfelt voice, without enough insights into life, how can he be a poet?
Go to the top?"
Chen Ang rolled his eyes at him and said disdainfully: "There are geniuses in this world. Let's just say that this second poem is full of language but meaningful, both resentful and comfortable. It is intoxicating, and the writing is also smooth and gratifying.
It is true, simple, and informal. It cannot be praised enough. If you can write even one poem of this level in your lifetime, you can be regarded as establishing a new school in the field of poetry."
This kind of evaluation is really amazing.
So much so that not only the three young people from Jinling were in disbelief, but even the young people from Heyang City also found it a bit unbelievable.
Is it really...that good?
Apart from anything else, at least Jiang Fan's second poem is a bit too plain, isn't it? There is no wording modification at all, so why is it so praised by the former Taifu?
"For the second poem, Jiang Fan is the undisputed winner. Nephew Shi Fang, after listening to my advice, there is no need to continue today's competition. Jiang Fan's poetry skills are already far ahead of the competition."
Above you, if you continue to compete, you are just sending money to Jiang Fan."
Chen Ang ignored the astonishment of everyone in the teahouse, turned to look at the mature young man, and spoke to persuade.
"Sir! There are 50,000 yuan in money tickets. At worst, I will give them all away! It is really hard for me to believe that there is such a monster in this world? Please continue to ask questions! If he can really compose five songs, you will not praise me, sir.
It’s a lousy poem, so I’ll admit it! Otherwise… it’s just two poems, and it can’t fully explain anything!”
He gritted his teeth and said to the mature young man.
It seems that losing two games in a row has dealt a big blow to the pride of the young people.
Jiang Fan's face was filled with joy, and he cupped his hands towards the young man and said, "Thank you first, brother. As expected, you are from Jinling. You are so generous! How great would it be if the world were full of generous people like you?"
Can’t I make hundreds of thousands of strings in a minute?”
"Don't be complacent! If you can still produce poems of the same level in the future, I have nothing to say. Otherwise, not only will you not be able to win these money tickets, you will also have to lose a lot to us!"
The young man who faced the mature man snorted coldly, and once again cupped his hands towards Chen Ang and said: "Sir, please continue to ask questions!"
Chen Ang frowned, but after all, he did not stop the mature-looking young man.
After thinking briefly, the next question came up.
However, for the next half hour, Jiang Fan was basically dancing alone!
In view of the huge gap between Jiang Fan and the three opposite poems in the two previous poems, Chen Ang directly changed the order of the poems, starting from the third poem, with Jiang Fan reciting it first.
Unexpectedly, this would severely damage the confidence of the three people in Jinling.
First, because Jiang Fan composes poems so quickly, Chen Ang often just finished the topic. After Jiang Fan thought about it for a while, he recited the poem directly.
If the speed of writing poetry is just too fast, it won't be a big deal, but these poems, which seem to be recited directly without any thinking, are surprisingly high in quality!
As a result, the three people in Jinling were first shocked by the speed of Jiang Fan's poetry writing, and then were shocked by the level of Jiang Fan's poetry. After repeated blows, they simply gave up the idea of meditating on it anymore.
Let alone improvising poems, even if they were given ten or twenty years, it would be impossible for them to produce such a masterpiece that would be handed down from generation to generation... How could Jiang Fan in front of him be captured so easily?
If they hadn't experienced it with their own eyes and seen it with their own eyes, they would have thought it was a nightmare.
Three people, none of them can fight.
From the beginning to the end, he was completely crushed by Jiang Fan without even putting up any decent resistance.
Seeing Jiang Fan happily put away the 50,000 yuan of money, the mature young man didn't feel bad at all.
Anyway, money is just a number to him.
But he felt a huge sense of frustration and shame.
It was obviously the three of them who came to Heyang City on their own initiative, wanting to humiliate the so-called most talented poet in Zhou Dynasty face to face, but who would have thought... instead it was the three of them who became a complete joke!
This blow to him... was really huge!
After throwing all the 50,000 yuan worth of tickets to Lin Wanqing, Jiang Fan didn't feel strange at all when he saw the three people in Jinling looking lost.
joke!
For the next three questions, I took out Du Fu's "A Thousand Miles of Sad Autumn Is Often a Guest", Su Shi's "Ten Years of Life and Death" and Chen Ziang's most famous song "Dengyouzhou Terrace".
This is equivalent to dropping three nuclear bombs in a row!
In the face of this kind of nuclear weapon in the world of poetry, no matter who comes, they will be bombarded to pieces!
There will be such an effect as before, there is no suspense at all!