"It's just because you have short-sighted eyes and have never understood the secular people, so you don't know the poems I published outside. If you try to understand, you will know that in fact, there are many powerful people in the secular people!"

Wang Yuan snorted coldly, he didn't take such short-sighted person seriously.

"I have sent someone to check it just now. I have never heard these verses anywhere, so I can basically confirm that it was the poems made by Wang Yuan himself."

Xue Qianlong had heard Wang Yuan write poems before, but he was not as excited as he is today. I think it was because Wang Yuan was really moved.

Because there are many people who disobey Wang Yuan, they all feel that they are more powerful than Wang Yuan and should participate in the martial arts competition to recruit brides instead of Wang Yuan, so the competition continues.

"Wang Yuan, you are not very good, you have only written two poems. Believe it or not, I will say any poem is better than yours. If you really have the ability, just write a few more poems!"

"That's right, let's see! You said you are very talented, where is the talent?"

"Give you half a stick of incense, and if you can write five poems, we will let you pass!"

The talented people around him were talking nonsense, just belittled Wang Yuan and did not accept it, and Wang Yuan did not take it seriously.

It was not until the last sentence that Wang Yuan looked up at them.

"good!"

The person who was still talking just now was speechless for a moment, but unexpectedly, Wang Yuan actually agreed.

In fact, it is already amazing to be able to say two poems in such a short time. They did this just to make things difficult for Wang Yuan.

A smile appeared on Wang Yuan's lips. Like he was a nine-year-old person back then, how could he not even recite five poems?

If this is the case, I would be so sorry for the 300 ancient poems he once recited!

Recalling the ancient poems I learned in elementary and junior high school, Wang Yuan stood up and drank the tea in his cup in one go.

"Sleeping in spring is not dawn, and birds are heard everywhere. The sound of wind and rain comes at night. How many flowers are falling?"

"The old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and fireworks were under the March of Yangzhou. The lonely sail was in the distant blue sky, but only the Yangtze River flowed from the sky."

"The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. I look up at the bright moon, and my silk head is lowered to my hometown."

Just when Wang Yuan recited the third poem, the talents and poets in front of him were so shocked that they could not even speak.

Everyone stared at each other, intoxicated, and was already immersed in the picture described by Wang Yuan.

Every single sentence of these poems is a quatrain that has passed through the ages, which is really great!

Even the person who pointed at Wang Yuan and said he copied him was gradually addicted to the poems that Wang Yuan recited.

"My God, there are such great writers in the world. Why have you never heard of them before?"

"I have never heard of the poems he said. His talent is too amazing. Only such a person can be worthy of our saint!"

"I was so moved that I wanted to go up and hold his thighs and worship him as my teacher!"

"It turns out that there are such powerful literati in this world, and we are short-sighted."

Listening to the repeated praises beside him, Wang Yuan ignored him, but carefully recalled the ancient poems he had learned.

This time, he must impress all these literati and make these poems come to life!

It is still a long time before half a stick of incense sticks. Wang Yuan was able to write not only five poems, but even ten or twenty poems!

"I am a stranger in a foreign land. I miss my family more during the holidays. I know my brothers climbed the heights, and there is one less person in my arms."

"You ask if you have not returned for the next time, and the night rain in Bashan rises on the autumn pond. Why should you cut the candle in the west window together and talk about the night rain in Bashan?"

There were five poems, and Wang Yuan recited them as if he was talking normally.

"It's so amazing, it's so amazing!"

"I have never seen someone as talented as Wang Yuan, I agree! I agree to let him participate in the Saint's Martial Arts Competition to recruit brides!"

"I agree, it's so amazing, I'm willing to give it a disadvantage!"

"If it were me, I might not be able to think of it last year. He also made each of these five poems so amazing!"

"I used to think that I was one of the few geniuses in this world. It was not until I met Wang Yuan and heard these five poems he wrote that I realized that I was wrong!"

Listening to the words that everyone praised him, Wang Yuan slowly stood in front of Xueshouzun.

"In half an incense stick, I have finished these five poems. I wonder if I can pass the first level of test."

In addition to completing five poems within half an incense stick, Wang Yuan also won the admiration of all the literati present.

He has become the person with the highest literary talent present and should pass the test of the first field.

"Okay! I originally thought that as a disciple of Taoist Priest Qingyi, you must have quite a degree in martial arts, but I didn't expect that your literary talent was so great! I wonder if you can let these children pass?"

Xueshouzun is really satisfied with Wang Yuan’s view. If such a child is combined with his daughter, he will definitely be able to give birth to a grandson with excellent talent!

The other patriarchs did not expect that Wang Yuan's literary attainments were so high. It seemed that they underestimated the enemy.

So many literati and literary tycoons present fell to Wang Yuan's talent, how could they not let Wang Yuan pass?

"Hahaha! Taoist Priest Qingyi's apprentice has such literary at an early age. It is rare and should be passed!"

"I have no objection, either."

"Not bad, it's really good, I agree to let him pass!"

...

The patriarchs of the Eight Major Families expressed their opinions one after another, and Wang Yuan finally passed the vote unanimously.

Wang Yuan saluted slightly to Xueshouzun, and then left with Taoist Master Qingyi.

Xue Qianlong also took this opportunity to say goodbye to his father and came outside.

"Young Master! Please stay!"

Fortunately, Xue Qianlong came out in time and caught up.

After hearing Xue Qianlong's voice, Wang Yuan stopped and turned around.

"Qianlong, what's wrong?"

Seeing Xue Qianlong's anxious look, Wang Yuan thought there was something big.

However, Xue Qianlong carefully glanced at Taoist Master Qingyi, and his cheeks were slightly red.

Taoist Priest Qingyi immediately understood.

"Then what, I have some things to deal with. You two will talk about it first. If there is anything, just go to my room to find me."

After saying that, Taoist Master Qingyi disappeared in front of the two of them, and his speed was as fast as a flash.

"You just say anything."

"Young Master, I'm here to congratulate you on passing the first level and what to do in the second level. I don't know so far. If I can find out, I'll tell you."
Chapter completed!