Dongfang Haoran stood up and attracted the attention of many people.
He is quite handsome and has an elegant temperament.
It was originally the character of Pianpian Gongzi.
However, people think of the fact that he vigorously pushed against the pillar before, and the character collapsed directly.
Dongfang Haoran got a bottle of wine from nowhere.
Of course it's not possible to recite poetry without wine.
Take a sip of wine.
Dongfang Haoran drew his sword and danced, and his poetry flourished.
He is not proficient in swordsmanship, he is just a showman, suitable for viewing but not for fighting against the enemy.
Poetry, wine, and swords, Dongfang Haoran has done enough foreplay, and many talented people present are looking forward to his poems.
"Mist and rain cover the mountains and rivers, and clouds and mist surround the peaks."
Dongfang Haoran sang while drinking, his voice was gentle and indeed quite poetic.
In Linglong Universe, where poetry culture is not developed, Dongfang Haoran's level can be said to be amazing.
"What a sentence, mist and rain over the mountains and rivers, suitable for the occasion!"
"The scene is described, but it contains profound meaning, describing the geniuses from all over the world coming together like a torrential river."
"Yes, there are many geniuses showing their splendor, who can climb the mountains and rivers? The artistic conception of Young Master Dongfang's poetry is profound!"
Prodigious figures from various major sects commented one after another, many of whom claimed to be literati.
Although their comments may be suspected of flattery, overall, the level of Dongfang Haoran's poetry is still good.
At least it's not some bad limerick.
"As expected of Mr. Dongfang, he has outstanding literary talent. Mr. Ye, I don't think there is any need to show your limericks. You don't understand the art of poetry at all."
Fairy Chenyu had a mean look on her face and spoke sarcastically.
Ye Qing completely ignored her.
"This woman talks so much, it's like giving her a big slap in the face."
Huo Fengtian was eating vegetables and kept listening to Fairy Chenyu's sarcasm, which made him feel angry.
"Second brother, don't worry. The boss will write a poem later. I'm looking forward to her expression." Chang Liefeng said with a smile.
Ye Qing frowned.
Becoming sworn brothers, the seniority has been messed up, and he has become the eldest brother before he knows it.
"Where's down there? Where's down there?" Fairy Chenyu couldn't wait, her beautiful eyes full of anticipation.
Dongfang Haoran's poems successfully aroused her interest.
The other geniuses present also looked forward to it.
"The mist is steaming, and the gauze is like orchids."
Dongfang Haoran finished his drink and chanted the next sentence.
For a time, the whole hall was cheering.
"The mist is rising, and it is also a description of the scene. Although the words are popular, there is no lack of artistic conception."
"The gauze is like an orchid, which must be used to describe Miss Shen. The gauze covers her face, and her temperament is excellent, like an orchid in an empty valley."
Many literati began to comment.
They were generally very satisfied with Dongfang Haoran's poetry.
"Prince Dongfang's poems are of the highest quality and can be passed down to the world."
"Yes, I have the honor to admire Mr. Dongfang's style today!"
A bunch of people boasted that Dongfang Haoran was the Holy Son of Huangji Palace and a top talent, so naturally some people wanted to have a good relationship with him.
The so-called masterpieces handed down from generation to generation, Dongfang Haoran's poetry, are obviously not of a sufficient standard.
On the Yanyu Pavilion, Shen Xiyun's eyes were calm, with no mood swings.
Dongfang Haoran's poetry can only be said to be quite satisfactory. If judged according to Shen Xiyun's standards, it may not even be considered excellent.
Shen Xijun likes poetry culture. Not only does he write poems himself, but he also has many poetry friends and has seen many good poems.
Next, many arty people began to recite poems.
However, most of them are limericks.
Not even as good as Dongfang Haoran.
Shen Xijun shook his head, feeling a little disappointed.
It seems that Linglong Universe’s poetry culture still needs a long time to develop.
There is currently no truly legendary work in the entire Linglong Universe.
"Master Ye, aren't you proficient in poetry? Why don't you recite poetry?"
Fairy Chenyu laughed, looking forward to seeing Ye Qing make a fool of himself.
"I think he is not good at practicing immortal martial arts, so he claims to know a little bit about poetry." Dongfang Haoran sneered.
"Miss Shen, I suggest that this person who is just trying to gain fame but has no strength be kicked out of the Fenghua Banquet! He is not worthy of sitting with you!"
Fairy Chenyu targeted Ye Qing at every turn. Everyone with a discerning eye knew that Ye Qing massacred the Tianxiang Chamber of Commerce. Fairy Chenyu, as the saint of Tianxiang Pavilion, was very hostile to Ye Qing.
"In this case, I will show my shame."
Ye Qing smiled, leaned against the pavilion, looked at the spring water in the river, and spoke slowly.
"The green mountains are faintly covered by the water, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered after autumn."
The words fell, and the whole place was silent.
Shen Xiyun's beautiful eyes lit up and she stood up from her seat, unable to conceal the excitement in her heart.
Throughout the Fenghua Banquet, Shen Xiyun's performance had been very calm, as if he didn't care about anything in the world.
But now, Shen Xiyun was moved.
Ye Qing's poetry background is obviously much stronger than Dongfang Haoran!
Previously, those who boasted about Dongfang Haoran simply fell silent.
Ye Qing's poems shocked them inexplicably, and they didn't know how to evaluate them for a while.
Fairy Chenyu's face turned gloomy.
She didn't expect that Ye Qing was really good at poetry!
"Master Ye, where are you down there?"
Shen Xijun couldn't help but speak. Driven by curiosity, she unknowingly walked towards Ye Qing, her beautiful eyes filled with excitement and anticipation.
"Twenty-Four Bridges, on a moonlit night, where can a beautiful woman teach me how to play the flute?"
After Ye Qing finished singing, the whole place was silent.
Shen Xijun was so excited that her face turned red, her beautiful eyes shone with a strange light, and her delicate body was trembling.
"Twenty-Four Bridges on a Moonlit Night."
"Where can a beautiful woman teach me how to play the flute..."
Shen Xijun recited it repeatedly, and for a moment, he seemed to be crazy.
Ye Qing's poems have a different charm when read.
Many of the masterpieces Shen Xiyun has seen before are filled with gorgeous rhetoric.
Ye Qing's poetry is different.
It not only fits the scene, but also has an indescribable artistic conception. It is endlessly memorable after reading it, making people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.
"this……"
"What a poem, what a poem!"
"Master Ye is so talented, this work will surely be passed down through the ages!"
"A masterpiece that has been handed down from generation to generation, a truly masterpiece that has been handed down from generation to generation!"
Most of those who previously praised Dongfang Haoran have changed their stance.
It's not that they act according to the prevailing circumstances.
Rather, it is true.
There is no comparison between Dongfang Haoran's poetry and Ye Qing's, and they are not on the same level.
It's like the difference between a beginner in poetry and a master.
In the Yanyu Pavilion, the crowd was shocked.
Many elegant people took up pens one after another to record the poems Ye Qing had just recited.
"Master Ye, a great talent!"
Shen Xiyun admired, her beautiful eyes were staring at Ye Qing, and her heart was filled with ripples.
She likes talented men.
Ye Qing is not only talented, but his appearance is unparalleled in the world.
While in the fantasy world, Ye Qing unveiled Shen Xiyun, which made her a little angry.
However, in comparison, Dongfang Haoran's behavior made her feel even more disgusted.
In the Yanyu Pavilion, many people who came to the banquet looked gentle and elegant on the surface, but in fact they were all dressed like beasts.
In the fantasy world, Ye Qing at least did not act aggressively towards Shen Xiyun.
"This is impossible!"
Fairy Chenyu murmured to herself, her face burning.
She ridiculed Ye Qing for not understanding poetry at all.
And Ye Qing created a work that will be handed down from generation to generation, and his skills shocked everyone!
Zhao Ruoning and Shi Yunyue's beautiful eyes were full of brilliance.
"I haven't heard much about my husband reciting poems before. It turns out that my husband is hiding his secrets." Shi Yunyue gave a thumbs up.
Talented men are more attractive.
"I don't produce poetry, I'm just a carrier of poetry." Ye Qing said in his heart.
