Chapter 425 Is this a poetry gathering?
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Jiu Yu
Facing the weird looks from Yu Mo and the others, the two ancestors of the Qingyun Sect suddenly felt offended.
"What are you looking at? Huh, Yu Mo, don't think that you, Dao Yizong, can hide from me, Qingyun Sect, just because you have some tricks."
Ok? ? ?
After hearing this, Yu Mo and the other three were all confused. What kind of trick? They just simply care.
"Fool."
"idiot."
"ill."
It was completely unreasonable, and Qi Xiong and Chen Qingyu also stopped talking after a few perfunctory sentences.
Immediately, a group of people walked into the city and went straight to the East Literature Palace.
"Be careful, the poetry meeting has started, and Dao Yizong will most likely take action."
On the way, Chen Qingyu also whispered to everyone that he had not made any preparations in a few days.
Many disciples of the Qingyun Sect secretly rushed to Confucian Saint City in batches in the past few days. In total, there were nearly 20 disciples.
The purpose was to deal with Dao Yizong. In Chen Qingyu's view, with Qi Xiong's character, he would definitely take action at the poetry meeting.
Naturally, all this could not be hidden from Yu Mo and the others.
"This Qingyun Sect is really strange. Those two old immortals don't want to go into seclusion. Why do they have so many disciples?"
"Afraid that something will go wrong with Dong Wen Shi?"
"Shit, why weren't you afraid before?"
"That's because of us."
"No matter what the reason is, if others don't take action, you shouldn't take the initiative to cause trouble."
Qi Xiong reminded that he also felt that Chen Qingyu was a little strange, but he just couldn't figure it out and just didn't take the initiative to provoke him.
Soon, everyone entered the Dongwen Palace, and people were still coming and going.
However, those who can enter here are either Confucianism cultivators or monks with some reputation.
Ordinary people are not qualified to enter here, let alone participate in the poetry meeting.
The entire Dongwengong Palace is very large, accounting for almost half of the Confucian Saint City.
For this poetry meeting, the East Literature Palace was naturally fully prepared.
After everyone from Dao Yizong and Qingyun Sect took their seats, the director of Dongwen Palace personally took the stage and announced the beginning of this poetry meeting.
Originally, this kind of poetry meeting was, to put it bluntly, for Confucian monks to show off their literary talent, and by the way, comment on current affairs in the world and have a chat.
The first thing that comes up is definitely poems, lyrics and songs.
Ye Changqing watched with boredom, and was also curious about the literary talents of these Confucianism cultivators and whether they could compare with those of his previous life.
But just after taking a sip of tea, a disciple from the East Literature Palace came out, looked directly at Dao Yizong and said.
"The sun shines on the incense burner and produces purple smoke. Today I came to the hook fence."
puff.............
A mouthful of tea spurted out, what the hell is this?
Seeing this, Baihua Fairy on the side gently wiped Ye Changqing's mouth with a handkerchief and said curiously.
"what happened?"
"No, it's nothing. This...is this a Confucian cultivator from the East Literature Palace?"
"Yes."
"But this poem......"
"something wrong?"
Looking at Baihua Fairy's normal expression, Ye Changqing was suspicious. It should be, at least, even, not, only at this level, right?
The next second, an inner disciple from Wenyuan Peak stood up and replied.
"The saliva is flowing three thousand feet, and there is no money in the pocket."
Ok? ? ?
"The stone path up the Xiangshan Mountain in the distance is sloping, and she and I are deep in the white clouds."
Ok? ? ?
"I thought a prince would meet a princess, but who would have thought a dinosaur would meet a frog."
Ok? ? ?
"Goose, goose, goose, cut the curved neck with a knife."
"Plucking hot water."
"Light the fire and cover the pot."
Ok? ? ?
"If the sky has love, the sky will also grow old."
"If a person has love, he will die early."
Ok? ? ?
"everybody is good for something."
"The mouse son knows how to dig holes."
Ok? ? ?
"Ask how much you can worry about."
"It's just like a ghost with a hook on a fence sees trouble."
As people continued to speak, the atmosphere of the poetry meeting became more and more lively, especially the confrontation between the East Literature Palace and the Literature Academy Peak, which attracted continuous applause from everyone present.
"it is good."
"The Wenyuan Peak disciples are indeed very talented in literature."
"The East Literature Palace is not bad either. There are indeed many good seedlings coming out this year."
"What a man who is just like a ghost on a fence. Mr. Shen, fellow Taoist, is really full of literary thoughts. We admire him."
Listening to the constant cheers and sharp poems from around him, Ye Changqing was already numb.
Are you telling me this is a poetry meeting?
Is this gold content too low?
Just when Ye Changqing's scalp was numb, a young man wearing the uniform of a handyman disciple stood up in the Dongwen Palace.
Looking directly at Ye Changqing, he had been staring at Ye Changqing for a long time.
It was discovered that there was only one handyman disciple in the Taoist Sect, Ye Changqing.
In the previous series of confrontations, to be honest, Dongwen Palace was still suppressed.
At this time, the situation must be reversed, and this person is actually a secret weapon specially prepared by Dongwen Palace.
His talent is not high, and his cultivation level is not high, but his literary talent is absolutely outstanding, just to be able to slap Dao Zong in the face at the poetry meeting.
I'm not sure about Shen Xian and others, but I'm just a handyman disciple, and he can't handle poetry at all.
Immediately, the disciple bowed to Ye Changqing with a faint smile on his face.
"Junior brother, there are a few poems here. I wonder if senior brother can give me some advice?"
"I?"
Hearing this, Ye Changqing looked suspicious.
"Exactly."
"But I am not Wenyuanfeng......"
"Senior brother, is he afraid?"
Before Ye Changqing could finish speaking, the man said with a mocking look on his face. Upon seeing this, Ye Changqing knew that he was using a provoking method, but he still stood up without hesitation.
"Please."
"Husband."
"Evergreen boy."
Seeing this, Baihua Fairy and others were a little worried. After all, Ye Changqing had never learned poetry. Shen Xian jumped up and said.
"Junior Brother Changqing is not a disciple of our Academy Peak. If you want to teach me, I will do it."
"Senior brother is a direct disciple of Wenyuan Peak, and I am just a handyman disciple of Dongwen Palace. Even if senior brother defeats me, the victory is still a weak one, right?"
He never thought about fighting against Shen Xian, so this disciple refused without hesitation. Moreover, the handyman disciples had no problem with the handyman disciples.
Why are you, a direct disciple, joining in the fun?
Shen Xian was unable to refute what was said for a moment, while Ye Changqing nodded to everyone calmly.
"Don't worry, I'm sure."
If it were before, Ye Changqing would definitely not go up and humiliate himself. He still has this self-awareness.
In my previous life, I didn't even understand three hundred poems from the Tang Dynasty and the Song Dynasty. How could I compete with these Confucian practitioners who had studied for hundreds of years?
But after just now, Ye Changqing realized that he was overthinking.
In this poetry meeting, Ye Changqing expressed that he was not afraid of anyone.
Seeing Ye Changqing nodding in agreement, the disciple was immediately overjoyed, "Okay, all I need is your agreement, and then I'll be embarrassed."
He may not be his opponent when it comes to strength, but when it comes to poetry, even his direct disciples from the East Literature Palace are no match for him.
Hong Zun and others looked worried.
"Junior sister, does Mr. Changqing know poetry?"
Hong Zun asked through a message. After hearing this, Fairy Baihua shook her head.
"I do not know."
"That's it, that's it. We'll wait and see what happens. If the Dongwen Palace deceives people too much, then we'll overturn the table."
Qi Xiong said, hearing this, everyone looked at him strangely.
"Didn't you say not to cause trouble?"
"What are you looking at? Huh, Yu Mo, don't think that you, Dao Yizong, can hide from me, Qingyun Sect, just because you have some tricks."
Ok? ? ?
After hearing this, Yu Mo and the other three were all confused. What kind of trick? They just simply care.
"Fool."
"idiot."
"ill."
It was completely unreasonable, and Qi Xiong and Chen Qingyu also stopped talking after a few perfunctory sentences.
Immediately, a group of people walked into the city and went straight to the East Literature Palace.
"Be careful, the poetry meeting has started, and Dao Yizong will most likely take action."
On the way, Chen Qingyu also whispered to everyone that he had not made any preparations in a few days.
Many disciples of the Qingyun Sect secretly rushed to Confucian Saint City in batches in the past few days. In total, there were nearly 20 disciples.
The purpose was to deal with Dao Yizong. In Chen Qingyu's view, with Qi Xiong's character, he would definitely take action at the poetry meeting.
Naturally, all this could not be hidden from Yu Mo and the others.
"This Qingyun Sect is really strange. Those two old immortals don't want to go into seclusion. Why do they have so many disciples?"
"Afraid that something will go wrong with Dong Wen Shi?"
"Shit, why weren't you afraid before?"
"That's because of us."
"No matter what the reason is, if others don't take action, you shouldn't take the initiative to cause trouble."
Qi Xiong reminded that he also felt that Chen Qingyu was a little strange, but he just couldn't figure it out and just didn't take the initiative to provoke him.
Soon, everyone entered the Dongwen Palace, and people were still coming and going.
However, those who can enter here are either Confucianism cultivators or monks with some reputation.
Ordinary people are not qualified to enter here, let alone participate in the poetry meeting.
The entire Dongwengong Palace is very large, accounting for almost half of the Confucian Saint City.
For this poetry meeting, the East Literature Palace was naturally fully prepared.
After everyone from Dao Yizong and Qingyun Sect took their seats, the director of Dongwen Palace personally took the stage and announced the beginning of this poetry meeting.
Originally, this kind of poetry meeting was, to put it bluntly, for Confucian monks to show off their literary talent, and by the way, comment on current affairs in the world and have a chat.
The first thing that comes up is definitely poems, lyrics and songs.
Ye Changqing watched with boredom, and was also curious about the literary talents of these Confucianism cultivators and whether they could compare with those of his previous life.
But just after taking a sip of tea, a disciple from the East Literature Palace came out, looked directly at Dao Yizong and said.
"The sun shines on the incense burner and produces purple smoke. Today I came to the hook fence."
puff.............
A mouthful of tea spurted out, what the hell is this?
Seeing this, Baihua Fairy on the side gently wiped Ye Changqing's mouth with a handkerchief and said curiously.
"what happened?"
"No, it's nothing. This...is this a Confucian cultivator from the East Literature Palace?"
"Yes."
"But this poem......"
"something wrong?"
Looking at Baihua Fairy's normal expression, Ye Changqing was suspicious. It should be, at least, even, not, only at this level, right?
The next second, an inner disciple from Wenyuan Peak stood up and replied.
"The saliva is flowing three thousand feet, and there is no money in the pocket."
Ok? ? ?
"The stone path up the Xiangshan Mountain in the distance is sloping, and she and I are deep in the white clouds."
Ok? ? ?
"I thought a prince would meet a princess, but who would have thought a dinosaur would meet a frog."
Ok? ? ?
"Goose, goose, goose, cut the curved neck with a knife."
"Plucking hot water."
"Light the fire and cover the pot."
Ok? ? ?
"If the sky has love, the sky will also grow old."
"If a person has love, he will die early."
Ok? ? ?
"everybody is good for something."
"The mouse son knows how to dig holes."
Ok? ? ?
"Ask how much you can worry about."
"It's just like a ghost with a hook on a fence sees trouble."
As people continued to speak, the atmosphere of the poetry meeting became more and more lively, especially the confrontation between the East Literature Palace and the Literature Academy Peak, which attracted continuous applause from everyone present.
"it is good."
"The Wenyuan Peak disciples are indeed very talented in literature."
"The East Literature Palace is not bad either. There are indeed many good seedlings coming out this year."
"What a man who is just like a ghost on a fence. Mr. Shen, fellow Taoist, is really full of literary thoughts. We admire him."
Listening to the constant cheers and sharp poems from around him, Ye Changqing was already numb.
Are you telling me this is a poetry meeting?
Is this gold content too low?
Just when Ye Changqing's scalp was numb, a young man wearing the uniform of a handyman disciple stood up in the Dongwen Palace.
Looking directly at Ye Changqing, he had been staring at Ye Changqing for a long time.
It was discovered that there was only one handyman disciple in the Taoist Sect, Ye Changqing.
In the previous series of confrontations, to be honest, Dongwen Palace was still suppressed.
At this time, the situation must be reversed, and this person is actually a secret weapon specially prepared by Dongwen Palace.
His talent is not high, and his cultivation level is not high, but his literary talent is absolutely outstanding, just to be able to slap Dao Zong in the face at the poetry meeting.
I'm not sure about Shen Xian and others, but I'm just a handyman disciple, and he can't handle poetry at all.
Immediately, the disciple bowed to Ye Changqing with a faint smile on his face.
"Junior brother, there are a few poems here. I wonder if senior brother can give me some advice?"
"I?"
Hearing this, Ye Changqing looked suspicious.
"Exactly."
"But I am not Wenyuanfeng......"
"Senior brother, is he afraid?"
Before Ye Changqing could finish speaking, the man said with a mocking look on his face. Upon seeing this, Ye Changqing knew that he was using a provoking method, but he still stood up without hesitation.
"Please."
"Husband."
"Evergreen boy."
Seeing this, Baihua Fairy and others were a little worried. After all, Ye Changqing had never learned poetry. Shen Xian jumped up and said.
"Junior Brother Changqing is not a disciple of our Academy Peak. If you want to teach me, I will do it."
"Senior brother is a direct disciple of Wenyuan Peak, and I am just a handyman disciple of Dongwen Palace. Even if senior brother defeats me, the victory is still a weak one, right?"
He never thought about fighting against Shen Xian, so this disciple refused without hesitation. Moreover, the handyman disciples had no problem with the handyman disciples.
Why are you, a direct disciple, joining in the fun?
Shen Xian was unable to refute what was said for a moment, while Ye Changqing nodded to everyone calmly.
"Don't worry, I'm sure."
If it were before, Ye Changqing would definitely not go up and humiliate himself. He still has this self-awareness.
In my previous life, I didn't even understand three hundred poems from the Tang Dynasty and the Song Dynasty. How could I compete with these Confucian practitioners who had studied for hundreds of years?
But after just now, Ye Changqing realized that he was overthinking.
In this poetry meeting, Ye Changqing expressed that he was not afraid of anyone.
Seeing Ye Changqing nodding in agreement, the disciple was immediately overjoyed, "Okay, all I need is your agreement, and then I'll be embarrassed."
He may not be his opponent when it comes to strength, but when it comes to poetry, even his direct disciples from the East Literature Palace are no match for him.
Hong Zun and others looked worried.
"Junior sister, does Mr. Changqing know poetry?"
Hong Zun asked through a message. After hearing this, Fairy Baihua shook her head.
"I do not know."
"That's it, that's it. We'll wait and see what happens. If the Dongwen Palace deceives people too much, then we'll overturn the table."
Qi Xiong said, hearing this, everyone looked at him strangely.
"Didn't you say not to cause trouble?"
