After only two days of getting along, Dean Qiu only knew that Wang Yan had good martial arts skills and good character. After all, with such a master who was so powerful, his apprentice would not be much worse.

But he didn't expect that Wang Yan had some knowledge of literary talent, and even caused this talented man from Jiangnan to threaten to challenge him.

"The Taoist priest was a guest of honor and came to participate in the scholars' meeting. How could monks participate in the scholars' competition? "

Mr. Li Ping said this coldly to Wang Yan and the others. The meaning of it was self-evident, just to stop them from having a duel.

"What Mr. Li Ping said is reasonable. Xiaodao's trip is just to observe the style of the scholars. Besides, Xiaodao's talent is a little uninformed and insidious, he really dares not accept the challenge of He Da Talent. He is rude and rude!"

Wang Yan didn't want to cause trouble anymore, so he refused repeatedly.

"Well! Since that's the case, Mr. He, I don't have to force others to do anything more!"

President Qiu didn't know how talented Wang Yan was? He didn't know what kind of holidays they had, but after all, He Huailiang was a talented man from the side after all. He was probably because he had ulterior motives to challenge a Taoist priest.

In order not to make the old friend lose his face and to not embarrass his disciples, President Qiu also made a statement and smooth things over.

"Director Qiu! I am not a person who is not polite. But if I cannot compete with him today, I will write poems without any face from now on. Please help me, Dean Qiu and you all!"

When things happened to this point, He Huailiang also looked excited and was extremely determined to his thoughts.

"Bold! He Huailiang, you are so majestic! The Taoist priest has said that he will not compete with you, and Dean Qiu also spoke in person. It would be fine if you don't take me, the teacher, seriously, but will you not give me the face?"

Mr. Li Ping was furious, blushed and scolded the table.

The other scholars were talking, not knowing what they were selling in the gourd?

He Huailiang was forced to laugh coldly at this moment.

"The trees beside my inkstone pool are all blooming with light ink marks. Don't praise the good color, it will only flow with clear air and fill the world!"

He recited this poem word by word.

"I believe many scholars here have heard of this poem! This poem was written by a Taoist. Who do you think that Taoist would be?"

The whole house was in an uproar.

Those who come here to discuss are scholars from the four major academies, literati who wander around the world, and students from other local academies.

This poem has just appeared for two days, and perhaps not many people know it, but many scholars from local academies have heard of it.

"I understand, he is the one who wrote this poem."

Someone who responded quickly pointed his finger at Wang Yan and exclaimed in surprise.

"Yes! My classmates told me about this poem! Why didn't I expect it? It's really..."

Some people were waking up from a dream and slapped their heads with their hands.

"I said there is a reason why He Dacaizi was so mean to challenge him!"

As a result, everyone suddenly realized.

Not only that, even if the person who heard about this poem just now has a detailed understanding in his mind, he feels that it is a good poem.

Dean Qiu was slightly stunned. After savoring, a strange look was turned to Wang Yan.

The news spread quickly, so he naturally heard of this poem, but he never expected that the person who wrote the poem was by his side.

"Master Wang Dao, this poem is really written by you."

President Qiu asked in disbelief.

"No! This poem was not written by Xiaodao, but Xiaodao borrowed from the works of his ancestors. It was just a blame that Xiaodao could not explain it clearly before. It is inevitable that Mr. He had misunderstandings!"

Wang Yanyi spoke righteously and tried his best to shirk.

"The work of the ancestor? Humph! I wonder if the Taoist priest, who is the surname of this ancestor? Who is the person from which dynasty and which dynasty? Is there any record of the poems and books he wrote? Can there be verified?"

He Huailiang took two steps forward and refused to give in.

"This... Mr. He! Xiaodao has no intention of pursuing fame and fortune, why bother with each other?"

Wang Yan was speechless for a moment. He could not talk about the poems from another world!

And even if you say it out, will these people believe it?

The master was sitting next to him. If he said that this poem came from other worlds, how did he know? Will it cause doubts with his master's profound cultivation? Can his origin still be preserved?

"Hahahaha! I can't say it!"

He Huailiang laughed loudly, looking like he had succeeded in his treacherous plan.

"Master Taoist, I didn't mean to force each other, nor did I have any malicious intentions. I just wanted to verify it and be at ease! No matter what the result is, I guarantee that the Taoist Taoist's cultivation will never be disturbed!"

At this moment, the emotions of other scholars around him were also rising unknowingly. If the poem was really written by this Taoist priest, it can be seen that this person's literary talent must be no less than that of He Huailiang.

The collision and showdown between the two masters is such a grand event. It is rare in a century. Instead, they are not afraid of the big deal when watching the fun. Naturally, they also helped He Huailiang talk.

"Master Taoist, Mr. He is full of affection, you agree!"

"Yes! Since the Taoist priest is talented, why should he hide his own personalities? It's better to take it out and let me open my eyes!"

"A real man acts as bright and heroic, and so squeamish, wouldn't he be like a young daughter!"

Wang Yan could not have imagined that a poem he copied casually to get out would cause him such great trouble.

"Wang Yan, it's hard to refuse your affection, so don't refuse! Today, I will treat it as a poem to make friends, regardless of winning or losing!"

The old Taoist priest didn't want to continue making trouble like this, nor did he want to embarrass Dean Qiu. Since the other party insisted on competing, he might as well fulfill his wish.

The master is destined to be unaware of it, and he also wants to get over the trouble as soon as possible, so he simply agreed.

Mr. Li Ping knew that he could not stop him, so he was too lazy to care about it anymore, so he sat beside him and felt sulky.

With the dean's order, the showdown between the two officially began. There was no one in the audience who dared to make a noise. I quietly waited and watched.

"Master! He has given up!"

The two sides just met each other, but He Huailiang took the lead without hesitation, stood proudly and started chanting poems, with a servant who picked up his pen and copied them.

"The north wind blows the cold clothes, and the wandering sons return to their hometown. Broken sticks and straw shoes are not feasible, and the old people are not gathered in the world! The flying geese know that I am suffering in the sky, and I am willing to send letters to Xijing. I regret it until I am old this life, and I will cry and can't talk to myself!"

After reciting a seven-character regulated verse, even the dean was immersed in it, and everyone present cheered.

His eyes looked at Wang Yan, this was just a test of him.

Wang Yan was calm and searched for the ancient poems he had learned in his mind. In just a moment, the best answer was already found.

"From the far away outside Jingmen, I came to travel from Chu. The mountains followed the plains and the river flowed into the great wilderness. Under the moon, the flying world, the clouds formed a sea tower. I still pity the water in my hometown, and I saw the boats thousands of miles away."

The flowing clouds and waters are flowing without any pauses, and they are achieved overnight.

The poem written by the other party roughly means to talk about the homesickness of a wanderer returning home, so he will give him a way of doing the same thing and treat the same person.

Once the two poems are compared, the highest level is judged immediately.

President Qiu almost petrified on the spot. He never expected that this seemingly old Taoist priest would have such amazing literary talent.

"When I was young, I had lofty ambitions and studied poetry and books hard for more than ten years..."

...

"Sigh the world, sigh the world! The world is easy to grow old, and duckweed is easy to dissipate..."

If a poem doesn’t work, He Huailiang continues to the next one, loses again, and comes back! In the end, even his famous work "Sighing the World" was brought out.

The showdown between these two talented men is extremely exciting. Everyone pricked up their ears and listened carefully, and experienced it carefully, for fear of missing something, and was shocked and curious in their hearts.

"Don't you see, the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, flows to the sea and never returns! Don't you see, the mirror in the high hall is sad, the white hair is like black hair, and the evening turns into snow... The five-colored horse, a thousand gold fur, and the son is about to go out to exchange for fine wine, and he will be given the eternal sorrow with you."

In the blink of an eye, both sides had already written no less than three or four poems.

After reciting the song "Jing Entering the Wine", Wang Yan did not react much, but his reserves were more than that.

On the other hand, He Huailiang was already sweating profusely and could no longer fight.

When the other party's last word ends, he can't bear it.

"The Taoist priest, I'm... I've given up!"

His face was extremely ugly and he sighed a long time.
Chapter completed!