633: C633 Yupo Poetry Club

C633 Yupo Poetry Club

The horse carriage headed towards South Gate Street, with Chen Qingyang following far behind. His tracking skills were top-notch, so ordinary people would definitely not be able to find him.

The luxurious carriage was then driven back to Xuanhua Street.

Finally, the carriage stopped in front of a building called the Yamen. Although Chen Qingyang was quite a distance away, he could clearly see that the people getting off the carriage were not Dong Chuan, but two women.

One of the two women was Maidservant. The other was dressed in an elegant and beautiful white dress.

Chen Qingyang was too far away to see it clearly. But he could feel that this woman's identity was very noble.

"Could she be King of Mount Tai, Dong Chuan's daughter?" Chen Qingyang guessed.

After which, the woman entered the elegant building, escorted by a group of guards. Two guards were left behind in front of the carriage.

This elegant building was a gathering of literati, an elegant place for poetry exchange. Here, nobility wasn't important, but talent was very important.

To put it bluntly, it was a place where the scholarly people attached the utmost elegance to their work.

Chen Qingyang walked in front of the elegant building and roughly understood what kind of place this was. Whether the woman in the carriage was Dong Chuan's daughter or not, he thought to himself. But her status was honorable, so he could definitely rely on her to get close to Dong Chuan.

Since this woman had arrived at the elegant building, she must have fallen in love with poetry.

It seemed like he had to give it his all!

Chen Qingyang took a deep breath. He might look like a military man, but he was still very handsome. Moreover, Comrade Chen Qingyang was definitely not a reckless martial artist. His cunning was like a ghost, extremely shrewd and astute. Although Chen Qingyang didn't really understand some things a scholar should know, he came from the Yang World, so he came in contact with a lot of poetry.

Chen Qingyang had a good memory, so he learned a lot of things. He didn't seem to have read much, but he knew a few national languages, and the English language made the locals in Los Angeles ashamed.

Moreover, her mathematics was also good.

The precise Equation could even be unraveled. If he did not have these good foundations, how would he be able to see through those sophisticated Spell Formation s within the Lost Continent!

Therefore, Chen Qingyang planned to go all out today.

Chen Qingyang stood in front of the elegant building for a while, then the two guards in front of the carriage scolded him coldly: "What are you looking at?"

Chen Qingyang laughed and said, "This building is not yours, why do you care?"

"Yo, you poor Elementary Scholar, you dare talk back to me?" The guard immediately swung the whip in his hand towards Chen Qingyang's face.

Chen Qingyang tilted his head and avoided it, and said angrily: "Is there something wrong with you? Do you believe that I would tell your master that I have treated you like a spring onion, a fox pretending to be a tiger? "

The guard thought that Chen Qingyang would be easy to bully, but he didn't expect him to not be so easy to fool. "Since he knew he was in the wrong, he became a bit timid." Hmph, hurry up and f * ck off! "

The guard did not continue to swing the whip.

Since Chen Qingyang wanted to do some serious work, he naturally wouldn't bother with them anymore. Immediately, he walked back into the elegant building.

As soon as they entered the building, they were stopped by two servants standing in front of the door.

"This is a place where many famous young masters and young misses from famous sects communicate with each other. Who are you to dare to barge in recklessly?" The servant stopped Chen Qingyang and said coldly.

Chen Qingyang immediately felt a sense of pride from top to bottom.

Chen Qingyang didn't care and said: "I'm a walking poet. Since this is the place to have an exchange of poems, how can I not come?"

"Is there a recommended person?" the servant asked.

"No!" Chen Qingyang said straightforwardly.

"You can't go in without a recommendation." The servants neatly refused.

"Do I have to go in? I am a poet, how can I not enter? " Chen Qingyang pretended to rush in.

The two retainers immediately stopped Chen Qingyang, but Chen Qingyang didn't force his way in. He just shouted loudly: "It doesn't make any sense if you're a poet. I'm actually not allowed in. What kind of poetry club are you guys talking about? Or are all of you here to seek fame? "

"You poor scholar, you're really rude!" The two servants were also angry and said: "I advise you not to leave, do you want to suffer physical pain?"

Chen Qingyang said, "I want to participate in the poetry meet, do you dare to hit me? I do not believe that there is no law within this Black Hell City! "

After twenty days of trekking through hardships, he had a good understanding of the customs, ways of speaking, and so on. Thus, he still dared to shout out the two words: "Wang Fa". If it was before, he really didn't know whether there was a law or not.

Such a ruckus finally alarmed the people inside the elegant building.

Soon, the group of young masters and ladies came out to see what was going on.

This was exactly what Chen Qingyang wanted.

At the same time, Chen Qingyang also saw the lady who came down from the carriage. This woman looked to be around eighteen years old. Her skin was creamy, and she was incredibly beautiful.

At the end, he looked like a fish in the water, and he looked like a wild goose that was about to fall.

This woman already had a lot of Young Master surrounding her. It seemed like all beauties were quite attractive when they walked there.

When these young masters and young ladies came out and saw Chen Qingyang's poor appearance, they couldn't help but look at him with disdain.

The lady also looked indifferent and did not have a good impression of Chen Qingyang.

Among the many young masters, the one leading them was a young master called An Zixuan. His father was a minister under Emperor Soong. Emperor Soong was currently the king of the entire World of Shadow, so even if An Zixuan reached the Black Hell City, his status would still be incomparably honorable.

An Zixuan was dressed in black, and he was indeed handsome and elegant. He also had a white folding fan in his hand and a kerchief tied around his head. Just like that, he was like a celebrity!

Moreover, his demeanor was also extremely good. He asked blandly, "What happened?"

His voice was light, but it carried a sense of majesty.

The two servants immediately said respectfully, "Young Master Ann, this poor scholar wants to barge into the poetry meet."

The surrounding young masters and young ladies could not help but snicker. A girl said, "This poor scholar, did he really think that just anyone could enter this place?"

Chen Qingyang's expression didn't change when he heard the ridiculing laughter. After that, he clasped his hands at An Zixuan and said, "Hello, Young Master Ann."

"Do you know me?" An Zixuan was a bit confused.

Chen Qingyang replied, "Of course I don't know you, but they just called you Young Master Ann, so I followed along."

An Zixuan said, "Why did you barge into our poetry meet?"

Chen Qingyang said, "Young Master Ann, that's a good question. If you say that this is a party for the upper-class Young Master, then I will turn around and leave. "But if you say it's a poetry gathering, then I, Lin Dong, would like to experience the talents of the various young masters and young misses."

The lady suddenly opened her mouth and smiled, "Young Master Lin, it seems that you are quite talented. Otherwise, you wouldn't be so confident to participate in our poetry meet, right?"

Chen Qingyang immediately bowed politely and said: "May I have the honor of asking young miss for your name? I am Lin Qianshan! "

The guard beside the noble lady berated, "Is my lady's name something that a lowly person like you is qualified to know?"

Chen Qingyang laughed and said, "I am a free man, not a lowly one. But you are a servant, you are a lowly person. I am talking to the young miss, how dare you, a servant, interrupt me? "

The guard was immediately infuriated.

The lady said lightly, "Ah Gui, don't be rude!"

The guard did not dare to offend the little miss. He glared at Chen Qingyang hatefully, but he did not dare to speak carelessly anymore.

The lady smiled and said: "Young Master Lin, I didn't discipline you well enough. Please take more responsibility if I let the servants offend you."

Chen Qingyang said, "It's alright."

The lady then said, "My surname is Song, Soong Ning!"

"Good name!" Chen Qingyang praised.

"Oh, what's so good about my name?" Soong Ning asked with interest.

"It is impossible to understand unless you are calm. It is impossible to travel far unless you are calm." Chen Qingyang said, "How can that not be a good name?"

After saying this, Chen Qingyang wanted to admire his cleverness! He was just casually praising her, so he knew where she was going to go. Fortunately …

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then they started to carefully understand Chen Qingyang's gatha.

This gatha was spoken by Zhuge Liang. It had been passed down for a thousand years, and was definitely a classic. The more one tried, the more extraordinary and profound it felt.

Soong Ning's eyes lit up and she could not help but say, "Great genius Young Master Lin!"

One of the young masters immediately said, "It's probably because this poor scholar heard about it from somewhere, so he learned it on the spot. There's nothing strange about that."

Chen Qingyang chuckled and said: "Then, Young Noble, you can also say that you heard it from somewhere else."

The young master's face immediately flushed red.

However, Soong Ning said, "Young master, can you give me one more chance?"

Chen Qingyang smiled and said, "I did hear that gatha from a sage. However, we're at a poetry meet, so there's no point in saying all that."

Soong Ning said, "Since it's a poetry meet, I would like to know if Young Master Lin can compose a poem on the spot. Since you are a walking poet, you should have a great talent. "

Everyone immediately started to heckle and asked Chen Qingyang to compose a poem.

These people might not be good at poetry, but they were good at appraising.

They had already made up their minds. As long as Chen Qingyang's words weren't that powerful, they would mock him.

Soong Ning looked at Chen Qingyang in anticipation.

It seemed like this girl really liked literati!

Chen Qingyang smiled and said: "Since young miss is interested then I will not disappoint young miss."

And it was only in such a simple and unsophisticated place that he dared to call out 'young miss'. Otherwise, he would have been beaten to death the moment he reached Yang World.

Soong Ning then said, "I really look forward to it."

An Zixuan also looked at Chen Qingyang with interest.

Chen Qingyang then said, "Since we're going to compose a poem, then we should have a topic. How about …"

"Why don't we just focus on Miss Ning'er?" An Zixuan said at once.

"Damn!" Chen Qingyang secretly cursed. This guy looked docile and harmless, but he was full of evil tricks! I'm an expert at copying poems, can I stand up to your few questions?

"However, there seems to be quite a few poems that describe beauties." Chen Qingyang immediately started to think. At this moment, he naturally could not refuse or refuse. If he did, wouldn't he be showing his cowardice?2

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