1466: C1466 I'll Give You a Poem for a Change

C1466 I'll Give You a Poem for a Change

0"What if I can make it?"

Ye Fan narrowed his eyes and looked at everyone.

They were all shocked.

Could it be that he really had such an ability?

Before they had time to think, Ye Fan spoke again.

"Let Ziyi compose a poem first. Otherwise, once my poem appears, I'm afraid others will feel ashamed of themselves."

Was he boasting about himself and stepping on me at the same time?

Ziyi suddenly lost her confidence.

First, Tang Zhuo's seven-step poem could be called peerless.

Ye Fan even boasted as if Tang Zhuo was nothing more than trash in his eyes.

Even though he was very arrogant and even a bit deserving of a beating.

However, after a short while, it seemed like he had fulfilled all his promises.

"Hu!"

Ziyi let out a breath of foul air and opened her question paper.

"The question I drew is' Cold '!"

Compared to Tang Zhuo's question, her question was a lot more abstract.

There were many meanings to' Han '.

Externally cold, but internally referring to poverty, inferiority, loneliness, and so on and so forth.

How to choose a side was something that needed to be considered.

The key was compared to Tang Zhuo's meaning, so the cold was not easy to act on.

"How many steps do you want to take to become a poem?" Ye Fan asked with a smile.

"I don't want to make any rules. I want to follow my own rhythm."

"Alright, let's do it."

Purple Dress entered the state of composing.

At this moment, it was autumn in Demon Realm. A gust of cold wind blew over, causing him to shiver uncontrollably.

But at the same time, it also gave her a trace of inspiration.

She slowly opened her mouth. Her voice was indifferent, but it carried a trace of attraction.

The cold food swept away the spring breeze.

The green mountains outside the door were as old as they were in the past.

The handwriting of the noble family's Gate of Authority.

The rules were loud and clear. At the fourth hour.

The poem ended.

Everyone started to sigh.

"I didn't expect it to be a Seven Words Verse. It seems to be a lot more advanced than the Five Words Verse."

"What's so high-end about it? If you have the ability, make a Seven Words Poem. Besides, Zi Yi spent far longer than Tang Zhuo. It wasn't much at all. "

"Forget it, you've been holding back for several days, yet you still look down on me?"

"I'm just using him to compare with Tang Zhuo."

...

Everyone had different views on Ziyi's poems, but most of them were still praising her.

Hundred-eyed Devil Lord smiled faintly. "Ziyi's poem is very good. It has a good balance of accounts and has a profound meaning. It can be passed down."

This comment was very high.

It was even higher than Tang Zhuo's.

Tang Zhuo frowned. "Demon Lord, do you think his poems are better than mine?"

"Hehe, I didn't say that. Everyone can freely judge in their hearts."

"It's better than yours."

Ye Fan interrupted, "Didn't you guys notice the characteristics of the purple-clothed poems? This is a hidden poem."

After a reminder.

Everyone quickly thought about it.

Sure enough, the first word of each poem could be combined into four words: Humble Class Noble.

Wasn't this a reflection of the current situation of society?

It was difficult for a Humble Class noble to appear again.

This was a sublimation of poetry.

Now, it seemed that Ziyi's poems were indeed stronger than Tang Zhuo's.

"So what? My poems are not bad either, but the poetry process is extremely difficult, so naturally, I'll add points." Tang Zhuo refused to admit defeat.

"Up to you, it's not my poem anyway, and the two of you don't need to peck each other, because I will definitely be the final winner!"

Ye Fan waved his hand indifferently.

Zi Yi, who was standing at the side, became angry.

Just now, she thought that Ye Fan was going to stand up for her.

It turned out that he wanted to make use of him to make himself look better.

Could he act like a human?

"Hmph, then you do it. Don't just say it and not do it!"

Ye Fan thought for a moment. "There's no problem with me coming. The main thing is, I'm thinking about how to beat you guys! Should I hit you hard in the face, or should I hit you lightly? "

Tang Zhuo laughed out loud.

"What? Winning against us so easily?"

"Alright, please slap our faces. If you're not ruthless enough, then you'll be the one who gets slapped in the face."

"Alright!"

Ye Fan nodded his head. "By the way, how many steps did you take to become a poem?"

"Seven steps!" Tang Zhuo was very proud.

"Seven steps and one song?"

"That's right!"

" Alright, then I'll have a Seven Steps, Seven Poetry, today. "

Instantly, a peerless might appeared on Ye Fan's body, as solemn and solemn as a musical star that had descended to the mortal world.

At this moment, his body was emitting the light of literature, and every movement he made carried the air of a scholar.

It was natural.

But in the next moment.

The irony came one after another like a tidal wave.

"Bullshit! Seven Steps Seven Poetry, you must be bullshitting, right?"

"Literary literature emphasizes on deliberating and deliberating. Your Seven Steps Seven Poetry is simply talking nonsense. It is an insult to the refined."

"Hmph, you're not even qualified to participate in the literary competition. You don't have the moral character of a scholar."

"You are too arrogant. You are completely opposite of a scholar."

...

Ye Fan suddenly smiled coldly and looked at everyone with disdain.

"Holding the sun and moon to pluck the stars, there is no one like me in this world."

"Just because you mortals can't do something doesn't mean that even Heavenly Pride can't do it!"

"Boom!"

A poem was like a huge mountain pressing down on everyone's heart.

Holding the sun and moon to pluck the stars, perhaps only saints could do this.

He actually compared himself to a Sage, this was simply too arrogant!

There is no one like me in this world?

Doesn't that mean that he is the only one in the world, no one in the entire world can match him?

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But didn't that also express Ye Fan's incomparably broad mind?

With his domineering attitude, who could compete with him?

Who would dare to speak such bold words?

Ye Fan's poem also had a sense of loneliness mixed within...

Without waiting for the crowd to be surprised.

Ye Fan waved his hand.

The golden paper was opened in the void.

In the middle of the paper was a word: Chrysanthemum.

That's right, Ye Fan's poem title was Chrysanthemum.

Haha, this is too f * cking simple.

Ye Fan shouted in his heart, using my elementary school knowledge as a medium, and my deep memories as a sacrifice. Come out, Tang Shi Song Ci!

Suddenly.

Ye Fan took the first step.

He was in the Human Realm, but he didn't have a carriage.

How could he ask a king? His heart was far away, but he was biased.

Under the east fence of the chrysanthemum picking, he leisurely saw Nanshan Hill.

The weather was good, the sun was bright, and the birds were returning the favor.

There was a true meaning in this. One had to distinguish between words and forget to speak.

...

This was the fifth reason why Wu Liu drank wine. It had been passed down for thousands of years, and it was still in the textbooks of junior high school.

At this moment.

The pupils of everyone present contracted a few times, and they were all flabbergasted.

This...

This was a poem written by Ye Fan?

The artistic conception was profound, and the accounts were fair. The key was that there was a new outlook on life and nature.

This poem could already be called the pinnacle!

Compared to it, Tang Zhuo, Purple Dress, trash!

Ye Fan moved and took the next step.

The cold flowers had all bloomed, and the chrysanthemum was full of branches.

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The ground was covered in the first layer of clothing, and the mountain was even more dangerous.

All the countries were on the battlefield, and they were filled with the desire to cry.

...

The Nine Days of Yun An of Poet Saint Du Fu.

Every word was brilliant and profound, and every word was worth pondering over.

It could be passed down for tens of thousands of generations.

Ye Fan took a deep breath, as if he was smelling a blooming chrysanthemum.

A night of frosting, the tiles were light, and the banana was broken.

Only the east fir chrysanthemum was able to withstand the cold, and the dawn of the golden rain was clearer.

This...

Everyone's shock could no longer be any greater.

The entire poem was heroic and heroic, creating a picture of novelty, creating a strange scene, a magnificent artistic conception, and a majestic aura.

It even gave life to the chrysanthemum, using the metaphor of a hero to appear.

This was the eternal chrysanthemum of the Poetic Devil Bai Ju Yi.

After three consecutive poems, everyone was so shocked that they couldn't say anything.

They could only look at Ye Fan's actions with a dumbfounded expression.

His every move was deeply engraved in everyone's heart.

However, regarding Tang Zhuo, Ye Fan was synonymous with fear. He was as frightening as a devil.

How could he have such a talent that could make the heavens jealous?

The fourth step.

The corner of Ye Fan's mouth curled up slightly.

The Muscle Weak Bone Scattering Nether Flower, as well as the Golden Pistil, gave off a flowing glow.

If you wanted to know, you had to wait for a long time. When the Hundred Herb Grass was destroyed, the flower would bloom.

This was the Eastern Slope's Scholar Zhao Chang's Chilling Chrysanthemum.

"Hiss!"

At this moment, everyone gasped.

They did not expect it to be a Seven Words Absolute.

At this moment.

No one thought that Ye Fan was tarnishing the scholar.

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His figure was so majestic and majestic.

All poems could be called the classic of the classics.

As a result, everyone was already numb to it.

Ye Fan did not stop and continued forward.

It was dark and faint purple. It was warm and mellow.

This was the butt of Li Shangyin, the 'Little Saint Casanova'.

The edges of the Tao Ling Li were colored, and the fragrance of the house filled the air.

...

The yellow flower, Fenfen, was a peerless wonder. It was a combination of the Red Sun and the Corral Skill.

This was Little Taibai Lu You's Chrysanthemum Crushing on the 12th day of the 9th month.

...

He gave up on the seven poems in a row.

The whole place was silent.

Not to mention ordinary demons, even Hundred-eyed Devil Lord was stunned on the spot.

Because even he didn't know if these poems were written by Ye Fan himself, or if they were derived from him.

But it couldn't be denied.

Every poem he wrote could be called number one.

Any one of his poems could instantly kill everyone at the Great Roc Banquet.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

He took the lead and clapped.

Then, the applause seemed to have a contagious effect, covering the entire audience.

Even Devil King Roc, Tang Lei, Zhao Wuji, and the others who were standing on the high platform stood up.

Their eyes were filled with excitement.

Ye Fan's actions had filled a heavy mark on the Roc Clan.

In the future, Ye Fan would be the prelude to the Great Peng Clan's cultural heritage.

Seven steps, seven poems, it was an ancient saying.

But Ye Fan did not enjoy the joy.

Instead, he looked up at the sky and murmured.

"Your anus is broken, and the ground is full of wounds. Your smile has turned yellow. When flowers fall, people break their intestines, and I lie quietly in my heart... "

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Most people did not hear it clearly.

The scene immediately became silent following Ye Fan's words.

"The north wind is chaotic, Endless Night, your shadow is constantly being cut, leaving me alone on the lake's surface..."

"Is this a word? What a creative concept!"

"I don't know. This word has exceeded my scope of evaluation."

"He... is really a good friend with talent."

This was the true reflection of everyone's heart.

But Ye Fan wasn't done yet. He waved his hand, and the Black Mountain Ring flashed with a bright light.

A piano appeared in front of everyone.

"What is that? It's pitch black. It can't be an offensive magic tool, right?"

"F * ck! Could it be that he's deeply in love and wants to fight someone?"

"Good boy, this is too abnormal."

"Could it be that this is the difference between a true scholar and an ordinary person? We are subdued!"

"As expected of the Poetic Immortal, Little Li Bai. With this madness, we can't even learn it."

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