"In ancient times, there were wise men who loved chrysanthemum alone; since ancient times, the world has loved peony very much..."
"Yudu loves the lotus to come out of silt but not stained, clear ripples but not demon, straight to the outside, without vines or branches, the fragrance is far and clear, the pavilion is pure and planted, and it can be seen from a distance and not to be played."
Ye Wuque stood with his hand holding his hand, his thick black hair constantly fluttering under the gentle breeze, and a quiet voice rang out in his clear voice. After a few words, the world seemed completely silent. Come down!
In the Linghu Lake in front of everyone, the lotus blossoms seemed to be infinitely magnified at this moment. With Ye Wuque's prose, the lotus that filled the lake instantly became extremely noble and even holy.
In the Huxin Pavilion, Young Master Tianxiang's beautiful eyes were already bright and excited, and even his breathing became a bit rapid, and his red lips kept murmuring and repeating two of them.
"Out of the silt but not stained... Qinglian and not demon..."
Young Master Tianxiang couldn't help standing up, the fragrant wind blew his face, walked to the lake pavilion, looked at the lotus in the lake, and fell silent in the artistic conception of Ye Wuque's poetry for a moment.
The beauty of the lotus, the nobility of the lotus, and the holiness of the lotus are all described vividly and vividly with the short essays written by Ye Wuque.
The entire Huxin Pavilion was dead silent, and there was a stunning look on the handsome face of Young Master Wuchen!
The phrase "out of the silt but not stained, clear and clear but not demon" can be called an eternal quatrain!
In an instant, the gaze of Young Master Wuchen looking at Ye Wuque became extremely strange, and his heart was full of shock. It can be said that he did not imagine that Ye Wuque would have such a talent!
These two ancient quatrains alone are enough to defeat everyone. Who can compare them?
Bai Youhuang’s perfectly exquisite face showed a different color, and Ye Wuque’s tall and slender figure was reflected in her beautiful eyes, and she suddenly realized that Ye Wuque’s body seemed to be enveloped by layers after layers. Mist, whenever you feel that you know him, he will burst out more mysterious and unknown.
The representatives of Tianjiao in the Ten Great Empires are not illiterate, and all have some literary attainments. Who can't realize the talent and artistic conception of Ye Wuque's essays?
Whether it is the poem of Young Master Wuchen or Young Master Captured Dragon, in front of Ye Wuque's essays, they are really inferior!
Click!
At this moment, the wine glass originally held by Young Master Qinlong was crushed by him and turned into powder!
The face that was originally arrogant and sneer turned ugly at this moment, like the bottom of a pot, a hint of anger flashed through the deep, cold-like eyes, but even more incredible and incredible!
"It's impossible! How could this guy who came out of the remote garbage dump of the Xingyan Empire have such a literary talent? How can he make such a fu? I don't believe it!"
The young master Qinlong was roaring in his heart. He desperately searched for all the memory of the past in his mind, trying to confirm whether Ye Wuque was plagiarizing or taking other people's works as his own, but in the end he didn't find out, even captured. Young Master Long already knew in his heart that he had never heard of this fu, and it really came from Ye Wuque's creation.
But the more so, the lesser Master Qinlong could believe in his heart. He was extremely arrogant and couldn't accept that Ye Wuque's attainments in the line of Wen Dao actually reached such a state, completely and completely overriding himself!
Young Master Long had just captured that he wanted to hang and beat Ye Wuque, but now Ye Wuque’s sentence "out of the silt but not stained, clear the ripples but not demon" is enough to press him on the ground fiercely and fiercely, in turn 360 Ten degrees of crazy hanging fight!
Young Master Qinlong gritted his teeth, his cheeks were tight, the cold in his eyes rushed, staring at Ye Wuque firmly!
But at this moment, after Ye Wuque's voice paused, he didn't seem to see the expressions of the people behind him at all, but continued to sound slowly!
"For the chrysanthemum, the recluse of the flower; the peony, the rich and the rich; the lotus, the gentleman of the flower. Hey! The love of the chrysanthemum is rarely heard after the wise; who is the love of the lotus? Love is suitable for everyone."
When the last word fell from Ye Wuqian, there was just a breeze blowing, mixed with the fragrance of lotus and flying into the nose, waves suddenly rose in the whole Linghu, and the continuous lotus leaves continued to shake, and the lotus flowers continued to grow. Swaying, at first glance, it seems that all the lotus flowers are bending over to pay tribute to Ye Wuque, thanking him for his writing!
This spectacle shocked everyone at once, knowing that it might be just a coincidence, but still could not help but give birth to an extremely magical thought!
"What a gentleman's lotus in the flower! Good! Brother Ye, you are so talented, Wu Chen will bow down to the wind! Dare to ask if there is a name for this poem that will last forever and last forever?"
Young Master Wuchen laughed for the first time, with a look of surprise and admiration in his tone, admiring and admiring Ye Wuque's talent from the heart!
Ye Wuque smiled and turned around and said: "Young Master Wuchen praised him absurdly. This poem is called "Ai Lian Shuo"."
Of course, only Ye Wuque himself knew that he had made some small changes to the real original version, and removed some parts that could easily cause misunderstanding and trouble.
"Ailian said... what a love-lian said! The essay is good, the name is better! Brother Ye, this essay, it's a confession!"
Young Master Wuchen raised his wine glass and respected Ye Wuqian with a look of excitement.
The young master Tianxiang on the other side was staring at Ye Wuque with beautiful eyes at the moment. His eyes were bright and inexplicable, as if he wanted to see through his body, but his heart was still immersed in the artistic conception of this love lotus, unable to extricate himself. .
After a long time, Young Master Tianxiang said quietly: "Eilian said... Ailian said... Ye Gongzi's literary style is brilliant enough to surprise the world! Tianxiang admires it!"
At this moment, Young Master Tianxiang's eyes also became strange, and some of them flashed away.
With the fall of Ye Wuque's love lotus, the expressions of the disciples of the Heaven Splitting Dao became extremely exciting!
"What the hell! Ye Wuque has such a literary talent!"
"This Ailian said it is a prose that will last forever!"
"Out of the silt but not stained, clear ripples but not demon! Eternal quatrains! Eternal quatrains! In this literary and Taoist duel, Ye Wuque is completely domineering, no one can compare it.
"Have you noticed? The last sentence of the poem that Young Master Captured Dragon just said was "A few people describe the holiness", and now Ye Wuque's Ailian said that it is a response, tusk, it's really amazing!"
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The disciple's discussion was extremely enthusiastic, and the voice was not concealed, and it naturally spread to the lake center pavilion.
The chill in the eyes of Young Master Qinlong was even more terrifying when he heard it, but his expression became more and more calm, giving people a feeling of furry in his heart, and he dared not look at him.
After the Wen Dao duel was born with Ye Wuque’s song by Ailian, everyone knew that the victory was divided, and the others also wisely chose to give up. After all, no one wanted to behave in front of Ye Wuque.
But at this moment, Ji Yanran, who had never spoken, got up quietly, fluttered in her white dress, and smiled at the young master Tianxiang and said, "Isn't the young master Tianxiang always wanting to see the author of the epic poem?"
Ji Yanran's sudden sentence made Young Master Tianxiang's eyes condensed, and then he was pleasantly surprised: "Does Miss Ji know the identity of the author?"
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