1465: C1465 Seven Steps into Poetry

C1465 Seven Steps into Poetry

Everyone asks each other, not knowing what it means.

Wan Shuyi slowly explained.

"Last year, a drop of Lovesick Tears flowed to my mouth this year. Tears started to flow from my eyes to my cheeks. Last year's teardrop has not yet reached my cheeks this year. This is to say that Tang Zhuo has a big face."

" The lotus steps have yet to leave the grime, and the forehead is already in front of the painting hall. Before his feet had even reached the pavilion, his forehead had already reached the front of the painting hall. He was laughing at Tang Zhuo's big forehead."

" Hahaha! "

An explanation.

Everyone burst into laughter.

"After he said that, it seems like his face is quite long."

"Yeah, his forehead is also a bit big."

"The description is quite appropriate."

As for Tang Zhuo, he wanted to cry but had no tears.

Do you blame me for not looking good?

It was all given to me by my parents.

"Hmph, what's the use of saying such useless poems? If you have the ability, then fight me with all your might."

"Come on, but now only the three of us are left." Ye Fan shrugged and looked at Hundred-eyed Devil Lord.

Demon Lord smiled.

"You can decide how you want to compete."

"As long as it's exciting and fair, I fully support it"

On the stage, Devil King Roc also silently nodded, silently agreeing to this rule.

"Then let's write a poem on the spot, how about it?" Tang Zhuo smiled slyly.

He was the best at performing on the spot.

A flower, a thing, a grass, and a tree could be used as nutrients in his poem.

As long as Ye Fan agreed, he would definitely die a horrible death.

Everyone's eyes also lit up.

"I remember three years ago, Young Master Tang Zhuo became a poet with eight steps, and he stood at the top of the world. If I can see him again today, it will be our good fortune."

Everyone was full of yearning.

When they thought of the scene at that time, they were all excited.

Ye Fan felt disdain in his heart.

Cao Zhi even wrote a poem with seven steps to complete it. He wrote a song that burned the beans, and the beans wept in the cauldron. They were born from the same root, so why should he rush to cook them?

He only composed a poem after taking eight steps?

Trash.

"Whatever." Ye Fan didn't care at all.

Zi Yi also agreed.

"Alright!"

Tang Zhuo was excited. The two of them agreeing was already half a success for him.

"Then I'll ask Wen Demon Emperor to come up with a question. We'll quickly write a poem."

Hundred-eyed Devil Lord looked at Ye Fan and felt a little uncertain in his heart.

He did not know if he could hold it in.

"Alright, then I will give you the questions, but in order to be fair, I will give you three different questions, and you can draw lots to decide."

"No problem."

Tang Zhuo agreed immediately.

To compose a poem on the spot, a huge amount of vocabulary was needed.

He was competing in literary skills. He did not believe that Ye Fan could compare to him.

Hundred-eyed Devil Lord waved his hand and wrote down three pieces of golden paper.

Ye Fan stretched out his hand, indicating for the two to choose first.

He chose the last one.

Tang Zhuo opened the question paper and said in a clear voice, "My question is' Qiu '."

This was a good question.

Basically, it was not difficult.

And under the premise that there was no difficulty, the only thing he needed to do was to lubricate it properly.

It would allow his poems to have a deeper meaning and artistic conception.

Just this kind of difficult question.

Ye Fan could easily memorize more than a dozen poems, and they were all from the ancient times.

At this moment.

Tang Zhuo took the first step.

Everyone's faces were filled with shock.

"He, he doesn't even need to think about it?"

"This is too amazing! Haha, normally, I would rack my brains to compose poems, and I would be able to squeeze out six words in seven days. I never thought that I would actually be able to see an eight-step success poem one day."

Even Purple Robe and the Demon Lord were somewhat surprised.

Tang Zhuo's literary talent was extraordinary.

Tang Zhuo's eyes flickered with light. He took a deep breath and looked into the distance.

He took the first step and settled his aura.

Then, his lips moved slightly.

"Autumn Court, a leaf."

The third step, he was deep in thought.

The fourth step: "There is wine and a long song."

At this time, everyone started to follow Tang Zhuo's rhythm and fell into deep thought, thinking about the meaning of a few words.

But in the next second.

The fifth step: "Don't let the flowers fall."

"What? He actually did it so quickly? He already said three sentences in the fifth step? "

Everyone was shocked, and even their breathing became hurried.

If he said the next sentence in the next step, he would be able to break the record in history.

But everyone was disappointed.

He did not say anything about the sixth step. Instead, his eyes were slightly furrowed. However, he immediately opened it. Clearly, he had already said the last sentence.

The seventh step: "I'm worried about listening to the foreign song."

"Hiss!"

Instantly, everyone on the stage gasped.

It was simply f * cking godly.

Seven steps into poetry.

He had actually broken his own record.

Although it was only a single step, and only a breath's time was needed.

However, it was a grand event in the world of poetry.

Seven steps, a single five lines, it was already shocking enough.

In an instant.

All the demons in the stands clapped their hands to express their praise for Tang Zhuo.

"What a good poem!"

"To be able to become the Poetic King, it really isn't an undeserved reputation."

"With his seven steps into poetry, the top name of this year's event has already been reserved by him."

"Autumn Court is a leaf with wine and a long song. Grief flowers do not scatter, worry about listening to foreign songs. A single tune to the end, let's not talk about the meaning, the structure of this poem can already dominate the world. "

" The meaning is deep, why didn't you say it? The fallen leaves in the courtyard floated, but they drank happily and drank with songs. It was a forthright way to not worry about anything."

"The flowers of grief should not be easily broken, because it is enshrined with grief. What they heard were songs from foreign lands, expressing their deep homesickness."2

" This poem uses autumn as the theme, describing the sorrow in the author's heart, but also uses strong alcohol to set off his open-mindedness. "

"This poem, it's finished."

Hundred-eyed Devil Lord nodded his head in agreement. "This poem is not bad. It has an artistic conception and also a theme."

However, Ye Fan's mouth twitched.

F * ck.

This could be considered a poem?

"What do you mean by that expression?" Tang Zhuo was originally enjoying everyone's flattery, but when he suddenly saw Ye Fan's shock and even some disdain, he couldn't help but ask.

"Uh... I just feel that this poem is a bit trashy."

"Impudent!"

"Do you know what you're saying? "

"Trash? Seven steps into poetry, how many people in the entire Demon Realm could do it? Moreover, the artistic conception is perfect, almost flawless. "

Ye Fan shook his head in disagreement.

"This poem of yours is quite scary."

"But after explaining it in detail, it doesn't make sense."

"And those few people who were trying to explain it just now, they were all hired by you with money, right? Otherwise, who would say something that goes against their conscience? "

"On the left, you look like you're homesick, and on the right, you're expressing your open-mindedness. If you're really open-minded, why are you drinking f * cking wine?"

"Isn't this poem describing how you moan without any illness and act hypocritical? I said trash, what's wrong with that? "

Hundred-eyed Devil Lord's lips curled into a smile. The reason why he commented on it so lightly was because the artistic conception did not match.

This was not a thought that a normal person should have. It was easy to mislead the youth.

Everyone also fell into deep thought.

They couldn't think of any rebuttals, so they could only start from somewhere else.

"Hmph, it's normal for a flaw to appear on someone's seven-step poem. If you have the ability, why don't you use a six-step poem? If you can't do it, don't say that he's bad. You don't have the qualifications. "

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