Lu Yixuan was stunned for a moment. He had never heard that his junior brother had outstanding talent in reciting poems and composing poems.
At least in the past few years, Qiong Lingzong has never seen any poems written by his junior brother.
Lu Yixuan thought that his junior brother was holding on, and wanted to speak to dissuade him, but Gu Zuo reached out to stop him.
He still had a lazy expression, his eyelids drooped slightly, he took a breath and walked to the center of the crowd.
Zhang An glanced at it. If the kid in front of him was really like the rumors, an ignorant guy, then he would be absolutely sure to defeat him.
Although reciting poems and writing poems is not considered the mainstream in the spiritual world, it can still be regarded as an elegant hobby.
In the spiritual continent where the poor are poor in literature and rich in martial arts, the poor hardly know how to practice writing, but the rich always love to practice writing in their spare time.
"Brother Gu, since you have reached the center, why don't you recite a poem and compose a poem first? As long as the content of the poem is exquisite enough, I, Zhang, will admit defeat and apologize."
Zhang An thought he was sure to defeat Gu Zuo.
He planned to let Gu Zuo first arouse everyone's ridicule with his poor poems, and then he would recite something eye-catching and shine brightly in front of many first-class disciples of the major sects with the sharp contrast of the stars.
At that time, he mocked the Qiong Ling Sect a few more times to let everyone understand that the disciples of the Qiong Ling Sect were far inferior to the Tianling Sect.
"Should I come first? Is there a theme?"
Gu Zuo blinked, and various works from Earth's literary giants began to appear in his mind.
"The theme is whatever you want, Brother Gu, you can do it yourself. But I have to give you a piece of advice, this is an impromptu poem recitation, and you must not recite excerpts of other people's poems. I can be called one of the seven great talents of the Great Wilderness.
I am still familiar with some of the masterpieces of old-timers."
Zhang An smiled and spoke.
He didn't believe that an unlearned guy could come up with any quatrains by reciting poems and composing poems impromptu.
Even if there is one, it is definitely a masterpiece left by some senior literati in the wilderness.
Looking back at myself, as one of the Seven Great Talents, in order to maintain my status, I have the habit of composing poems on weekdays. When it comes to so-called impromptu performances, I can just take out the things I prepared in advance from my mind.
Something carefully prepared can be transformed into an improvised product, which can bring a better impression to people.
They were all waiting for Gu Zuo to make a fool of himself, but Gu Zuo had already begun to recall the poems he had recited.
He closed his eyes, shook his head thoughtfully, and then said:
"The luminous cup of grape wine, if you want to drink, play the pipa immediately; if you are lying drunk on the battlefield, Lord Don't laugh, how many people have fought in ancient times?"
The vessel is majestic and majestic.
The poems seem to have a soul and are majestic, giving people an air of indifference to everything.
Don’t laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield!
As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked, and Zhang An was even dumbfounded.
He tried hard to recall it in his mind, trying to find the source of this poem, but no matter how hard he racked his brains, the feedback his memory gave him was: first time listening!
In other words, these poems are not left by some literati predecessors in Dahuang, but are actual impromptu recitations!
But it wasn't over yet. Gu Zuo spoke continuously and recited a large number of quatrains, his expressions and emotions were in perfect place.
Every line of classic poetry sounded like a naked provocation to Zhang An's ears, but he was powerless to resist in the face of this provocation.
He can only be slapped in the face, because with his level, he simply cannot write poetry of this level!
He lost so completely that he didn't even have a chance to resist. It was like Master Ma Baoguo bumping into the boxing champion Tyson at his peak in the ring.
Zhou Yi also didn't expect that Gu Zuo, the notorious Qiong Lingzong, was actually gifted in poetry.
"I'm done, it's your turn."
Gu Zuo stopped reciting poems and looked at Zhang An with a smile.
On the second floor, the artistic concubines applauded and cast admiring glances.
Their knowledge is not shallow, they understand how amazing Gu Zuo's poems are, and express their recognition and admiration from the bottom of their hearts.
In addition, Gu Zuo's good looks have attracted many young girls after reciting poems and writing poems.
"Zhang An, come up with a better poem to challenge him to death! Aren't you a rival in the world of poetry?"
Zhou Yi became anxious and looked at Zhang An angrily.
"You are one of the seven great talents of the Great Wilderness. You cannot lose to this unknown boy!"
If Zhang An loses, he, Zhou Yi, will also lose all face. What happened today will be widely circulated among the major sects and become a joke among others.
His heart was not as strong as Gu Zuo's. Gu Zuo faced the slander from the outside world, and his thick skin was completely unfazed.
But Zhou Yi is different. What he values most is his reputation.
"I, I..."
Zhang An lost his temper, his body trembled, and he looked at Zhou Yi with fearful pupils, roaring in front of him, asking him to compose an impromptu poem to confront Zhou Yi.
However, the level of poetry that Gu Zuofang just composed in one breath was far from what he could match, so what should he do to kill others?
You can only deal with the pig's large intestine when it comes to punctured intestines. If you encounter a 'heart of stone', you will be cold!
Zhou Yi stretched out his hand to hold Zhang An's shoulders and shook them hard, his face looking a little ferocious.
"I brought you here precisely because you told me that you are talented. If you lose, you will disgrace me, Zhou Yi. When you return to the sect, I will look after you!"
Under the push of the other party, Zhang An sat down on the ground. A feeling of suffocation hit his chest, and he suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood.
One mouthful after another, followed by a second mouthful, like a fountain of blood.
"Puff puff puff!"
The more "literati" like to compete for fame and fortune, the more they cannot withstand attacks.
His face was in pain, and his clothes were stained red with blood. He looked at Gu Zuo with clenched teeth. After a long time, he suppressed his words: "I lost, and I am convinced that I lost!"
He took the initiative to admit defeat, knowing that he could not write a better poem than Gu Zuo.
This sentence made Zhou Yi completely angry.
Under the public gaze, he felt that everyone was looking at him with a strong sense of ridicule.
I became a clown!
The same was true for Liu Xu. He proposed the competition of reciting poems and writing poems. He thought that Gu Zuo would definitely lose, but the result before him was a slap in the face.
Zhou Yi cast his vicious eyes on Gu Zuo. At this moment, his hatred towards Gu Zuo was higher than towards Lu Yixuan.
Gu Zuo won, which was a good thing for the proprietress Liu Qian and saved a lot of trouble.
She didn't want Lu Yixuan to leave Luoyan Tower because of this incident. She had to know that Miss Xiuyan showed an extremely strong interest in this man when she initiated the invitation.
"Someone, take Mr. Zhang to rest."
Liu Qian gave the order, and two strong men who had fallen into the wild goose tower walked up to Zhang An, the "blood-sprayer", and carried him away.
The slight smile on her face appeared again, and she said to everyone:
"Masters, let this matter end here. Although this Mr. Gu has not been invited by Miss Xiuyan, he is talented and is Mr. Lu's junior brother. I think Miss Xiuyan will not mind if he goes to the third floor together.
Listen to the piano."
Gu Zuo's victory was a kind of relief.
Avoid bad situations.
"You gentlemen have already arrived, why don't we go to the third floor together and accept Miss Xiuyan's first round of tests."
Liu Qian took the initiative to lead the way and led everyone towards the wooden stairs leading to the third floor.
test?
Gu Zuo was stunned for a moment, not quite understanding.
It seems that you need to pass a certain test before listening to the piano?
His curiosity became more and more intense. He only knew that the Youqin family was a powerful force, but he didn't know much about it.