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Zhao Wujiang was filled with emotion as he listened to these poems. He had to admit that perhaps because he was born in Kyoto, these gang representatives did not have much of the wind and sand in the world, but were more like scholars who were forced to live in exile.

After two cups of tea, the good sentences in everyone's mouth gradually stopped, as if they were tired.

But Zhao Wujiang narrowed his eyes slightly, and after thinking about it, he thought that many of the people knew that they would compose poems today, so they prepared the poems early. Now that the poem recitation is over, the rest is just meditating on the poems.

"Pavilion Master Zhao, I think you are very elegant and elegant. I am afraid that you are a person who has read many poems and books. Nowadays, everyone has written a lot of poems, so why do you need to hide your talent?"

Hai Baichuan smiled and asked Zhao Wujiang:

"Taking a step back, it doesn't matter if you can't do it. The most important thing for young people is to try..."

Zhao Wujiang coughed dryly. He is the representative of Blue Star's nine-year compulsory education class. A strong man who can fly to the end of time in Feihua Order, how can he not be able to write poetry?

He was just afraid that if he opened his mouth, Hai Baichuan and others would feel ashamed.

After all, the poems of Li Bai, Li He, Du Fu, Xin Qiji, Liu Yong, Li Qingzhao and others have been passed down through the ages, and any famous poem can crush everyone present.

"It's okay, Pavilion Master Zhao, if you are confused and have no clue for a moment, just think about it carefully." Hai Baichuan said again:

"Articles are made by nature, and by chance they can be found by clever hands. Maybe you will be able to compose a poem in the next moment."

Many people in the crowd burst into laughter. Hai Baichuan's words seemed gentle, but in fact they were more like suppressing and mocking the master of Wuya Pavilion.

Weaker forces compete with each other for martial arts strength and backing, while powerful forces do not need to compete with these, and often compete with cultural heritage to show their uniqueness and superiority.

The Pavilion Master of Wuya Pavilion seems to be sitting at the same table as the Jinghai Gang Chengsheng Pavilion Tianxiahui. There are some powerful martial arts masters in the sect, but when it comes to cultural heritage, they will definitely pale in comparison.

Just like the difference between the nouveau riche and the aristocratic family, there is a world of difference.

"Pavilion Master Zhao, you are so young, so you must be very talented. You already have some good words in your mind, why don't you share them with us?"

"Yes, Pavilion Master Zhao, you don't have to be humble, just recite the poems and let us look up and pay our respects..."

"Not everyone is as skilled in both civil and military skills as Gang Leader Hai..."

"Could Pavilion Master Zhao be an ignorant person? No way? No way? No way?"

"Maybe it's just an appearance. It looks relaxed, but in fact it's empty in the heart..."

"Pavilion Master Zhao is gentle and elegant, with a smile on his face...could he be trying to fool us?"

"If I could, I would have stood up long ago. Now it seems that I really can't write poetry..."

"Hey, is Pavilion Master Zhao a member of the Jianghu?"

"What kind of person is in the world? I'm afraid it's just a reckless person who sneaked into Kyoto..."

Everyone said something to each other, and many people who were originally jealous of Zhao Wujiang made fun and ridicule.

There can't be anyone younger than them, more handsome than them, more powerful than them, or more educated than them, right?

Cultural heritage needs to be accumulated. How can a young boy accumulate it at such a young age? How can it compare with their thirty-four or even fifty-sixty-year accumulation?

Li Hu, Yuan Ye and others were silent. They were restrained by Zhao Wujiang and did not dare to ridicule, but they all knew in their hearts that Zhao Wujiang suffered the disadvantage of coming to the gang meeting for the first time and also suffered the disadvantage of being young.

At such a young age, what good verses can I come up with? At most, I just piece together some random sentences that I don’t know what they are called...

Unlike those gang representatives who uttered beautiful verses just now, they all made preparations in advance and invited talented people or staff to write their poems!

Jia Jiu's face was stern, and the scar on his face was trembling. Someone was making fun of Mr. Zhao, which made him, an old servant who was always in trouble with you, quite angry.

But when he thought that Mr. Zhao was originally a harem eunuch, he must not have read many books, and he was afraid that he would not be able to write this poem today. He felt anxious, but to no avail.

Jia Ersan drank lightly and was leisurely. He had followed Zhao Wujiang for a long time and was well aware of Zhao Wujiang's secretiveness. From the words and deeds he encountered in daily life, he felt that Zhao Wujiang should have some ability to deal with it, even if he lost.

, and it won’t be ugly to lose.

Zhao Wujiang was unfazed by favors and humiliations. Faced with the hostility and doubts of many people, he raised his glass and looked around, drinking all the wine in the glass in one gulp.

He stood up, tall and tall, and smiled gently:

"Okay, then I'll be disrespectful.
Chapter completed!