"A wisp of Fawny cloud follows. I don''t know. Holding it behind me, I take advantage of the good time." a talented man looked out of the window and whispered.

    "Ququ is prepared for you, and zhoubai is not at peace yet. The servant cloud sleeps beautifully and makes feiqiong alone." another talented man, looking at Le Ji beside the table, sings with an obscene expression.

    "Even if you encounter the sky, the spring heart goes back and forth. But the turbid wine is full, and the Calendula visits the immortal." another talented man drank up the wine in the cup after singing.

    Looking at these young talents and listening to their poems, ye Zan seems to suddenly understand why "literati and poets" are said in ancient Chinese. It''s really coquettish.

    However, gradually, the young talents on the third prince''s side and several talents on the prince''s side fought with each other. At first, it was said that poetry was used to help wine, but in the back, everyone disagreed with each other and wanted to be better than each other.

    Moreover, gradually, the war burned to Ye Zan.

    The protagonist of the third prince''s banquet today is Ye Zan, the elder of yuqingzong. Those young people are handsome and can''t distinguish between poetry and poetry. Naturally, they thought of asking the protagonist to comment.

    Mao, this kind of ancient poetry was "eliminated" in the earth era. Who still studies this in the interstellar era.

    Of course, the main reason for this "elimination" is that the ancients have written all the good poems, and future generations have nothing to write. For example, after Tang poetry, there was the rise of Song Ci. Song Ci was called long and short sentences in the Tang Dynasty, which was far less popular than Tang poetry. But in the Song Dynasty, it was not a genius who couldn''t write good Tang poetry. Coupled with the perfection of Song Ci itself in all aspects, it had the same status as Tang poetry.

    However, ye Zan is not shy. Anyway, there is a comment on WAN Jin oil in the auxiliary chip. If you add a few key words together, you can make sure that woodlouse can''t hear any problems.

    "I heard that master Jin of Yuqing sect is also proficient in poetry, lyrics and Fu. So far, many master Jin''s poems have spread in the world. Elder ye must have studied the way of poetry to have such an opinion. I don''t know if we are lucky to see elder Ye''s masterpiece?" finally, a talented scholar on the prince''s side showed his dagger after a compliment.

    In fact, in the secular world, there are a group of literati who always look down on those practitioners, whether out of jealousy or something. When they want to come, I have a masterpiece that will be handed down for centuries. Even if my life is only a hundred years, how about it. You spend your energy foolishly living for thousands of years, just like the unknown old turtle in the river. One day, you die, but you still leave nothing.

    Of course, they will not say or even show their contempt. After all, a martial artist will strike his fist when he disagrees with his words, and it is even more terrible for a practitioner to get angry. In fact, it can be seen from this that practitioners are classified as rude Wufu in their hearts.

    "That''s right. I must be one of them after listening to elder Ye''s comments on the poems. If elder Ye doesn''t dislike it, I''d like to study ink and serve him. I only hope I can get elder Ye''s ink treasure." the second Prince Li Haomin followed, and he said something absolutely, so he directly put Ye Zan on the height of the poets.

    Don''t look at Li Haomin. He looks as usual today. It seems that he doesn''t remember what happened last night, but I''m afraid he has a stomach fire in his stomach. He was also a monk who built the base, and he worshipped the second rate sect of Qingyue Jianzong. He didn''t need to have much scruples about ye Zan.

    However, Li Haomin didn''t react for a moment when he heard that Li Yun had made a success in building the foundation and became a personal biography of Yuqing yesterday. When he reacted and thought of his performance at that time, he really wanted to slap himself a few times, and wanted to get back his face at the same time.

    If ye Zan can''t write poetry, it''s no big deal, but it will certainly make the scene a little awkward. And that''s enough. Anyway, Li Haomin can''t do anything that is really bad for ye Zan. In terms of face, things can be solved in terms of face.

    Hearing Li Haomin''s words, ye Zan immediately knew it, but he was not angry. Being angry was really cowardly. It''s impossible for ye Zan to write his own poems, but who told him to have an auxiliary chip? The database of the chip has ancient Chinese poems. Just copy one!

    But whose copy? While thinking, ye Zan stood up and said to Li Haomin, "you don''t have to work for the second prince to study ink. Adding fragrance to tea is a wonderful thing. You can only work for yun''er."

    As soon as Li Yun heard this, her face was slightly red. She quickly stood up and said, "OK, as long as Shi Shuzu doesn''t think I''m clumsy."

    It''s really clumsy. Princess Li Yuntang has been practicing in yuqingzong for many years. Where has she done such a thing as studying ink. When the shopkeeper brought the long case and prepared the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, Li Yun studied the inkstone and immediately showed the prototype. She first poured more water, and then splashed ink on her sleeves. The more she wanted to do well, the more she was in a hurry.

    At this time, ye Zan had more time to search for ancient poetry, and said to Li Yun, "don''t worry, take your time."

    Hearing Ye Zan''s words, Li Yun calmed down slowly. Although her movements were not so smooth, she developed ink a little bit.

    At this time, ye Zan''s brain search also yielded results. I''m afraid that someone''s poetry is not only better, but also in line with his status as a practitioner, it should belong to Li Shixian of ancient China.

    Li Bai, with the word Taibai, is also called a relegated immortal. Later generations call him a poetic immortal. His poems are bold and unrestrained, in which there is a bit of detached Fairy Spirit. This is probably the origin of the name of relegated immortal.

    Of course, it can''t be copied indiscriminately. First, it should have immortality. Second, it can''t appear place names, people''s names and dynasties, which are not available in the world. Taking these conditions into account, although there are many poems by Li Bai, there are few final search results left.

    When Li Yun has finished studying the ink, ye Zan picks up the brush, dips it in the ink, and writes it on the paper while everyone is watching.

    "It''s a short day. It''s easy to be full of hardships in a hundred years. The sky is vast, and the disaster is long. The fairy''s temples are hanging, and half of them have turned into frost. When the Lord sees the jade girl, he laughs a thousand times. I want to take six dragons and return to Fusang. The Beidou drinks good wine and advises each dragon to have a glass. Wealth is not what I want, so I stay with others."

    A short song, ye Zanyun''s pen flew and copied it on the snow-white paper in front of him. Of course, the font is the ancient Chinese calligraphy font in the database. Although there is no essence of calligraphy, it looks very good at a glance.

    There is no legend of Magu in this world, so ye Zan is changed into a fairy. Fortunately, there are legends about the sun in this world, such as six dragons and Fusang, otherwise it is really hard to change.

    Seeing this short song, everyone was silent. The talented man who burned the fire on Ye Zan before turned red when he thought of his poems.

    "Good, good poem. Elder Ye is worthy of being a man of practice. This poem really deserves to be heroic!" the prince suddenly clapped his hands and praised it, which suddenly broke the silence between the banquet, and a group of young talents immediately complimented him.

    "Ashamed," Ye Zan put down his brush, arched his hand to the crowd, and took Li Yun back to his seat. In fact, at this time, he should throw his brush, laugh up and go out. This forced him to pretend to be full score. However, he was only forced to be a copycat. In fact, he didn''t quite understand the meaning of the poem, so he was indifferent, right.