What does Fang Ye want to do?

At this time, countless people's eyes fell on Fang Ye.

Having won the first game, everyone's opponent has also made a preliminary improvement.

"First game? Wait! I remembered it. Fang Ye seemed to have bought him and won all three sets, right? This time I was preparing for the second game, right?"

"Damn! Damn, I dum!! Are you crazy? Does he know poetry? Just go directly to the second game? Are you not afraid of a crash?"

"This... Does anyone know how good Fang Ye's poetry is?"

"I don't know, I never heard of this."

"Politics, logically speaking, require many years of cultural accumulation. Can Fang Ye really do this?"

"Why not? Look at how old that Qingshui Sword is? What's strange about this?"

In the live broadcast room, everyone was also talking about this matter wildly at this moment.

on site!

Min Wenshu and the others also clenched their fists and subconsciously wanted to stand up.

"He doesn't really plan to challenge that song Xijiangyue, right?"

"That poem... is infinitely close to the ancient style. How did he challenge it? Where did he get the confidence?"

"Only he knows this...he is the only one who knows."

Everyone was murmuring at this moment.

Wu Zhiqi's eyes also fell on Fang Ye.

This cultural exchange that should have ended.

With Fang Ye's appearance, he still became full of uncertainty!

Fang Ye came silently to the bottom of Qingshui Sword.

His eyes also fell on Qingshui Sword.

This young man!

Qingshui Jian was also looking at Fang Ye at this moment.

Slowly stood up.

After a while, he said, "Have we met where?...a train station in Guangdong Province?"

For some reason, he always felt that Fang Ye was very familiar with him and seemed to have seen him somewhere.

Fang Ye smiled and then said, "Next, this is the poem..."

Hearing this, Qingshui Jian immediately showed an excited expression on his face.

"Since that's the case, then you can take action. I want to see how many abilities you have!"

He stared at Fang Ye.

I was also a little curious, was this the master he met at the train station?

Fang Ye's eyes fell on Su Jiayin.

Su Jiayin laughed and soon ran to Fang Ye’s guzheng just now.

Everyone's eyes also fell on Fang Ye.

"Sure enough, what he wants to challenge next is this poem!"

"Is this... really OK? This poem is already very impressive!"

The audience was also a little curious.

...

Fang Ye looked up at the moonlight in the sky.

"Today is a good day... The name of this poem is "Shuituo Ge Tou: When will the bright moon come?"

After the words came to his mind, he began to write his name on the writing board.

The word "Flying Dragon and Phoenix" was soon presented to everyone.

“A little ugly…”

Someone complained.

When the others heard this, they nodded silently, as if they were really ugly.

Of course, this is not important, what is important is how about this poem?

"When will the bright moon come? I asked the blue sky with wine. I don't know what year it will be tonight..."

With Fang Ye's opening.

The words and sentences also slowly began to appear on the stage.

Although it is a dragon flying and a phoenix dancing.

At this moment, Su Jiayin slowly started playing the guqin.

Music with background slowly spread.

Fang Ye's voice continued to come.

"I want to ride the wind and go back, but I am afraid that the jade building and jade pavilion will be colder at the height.

Dancing and playing with the clear shadows is like being in the world.”

When the previous verse is finished.

On the stage, a passage of text slowly appeared in front of everyone!

At this moment, anyone who understands literature subconsciously sat upright.

They widened their eyes and stared at the words on the stage.

"this!!"

"Wonderful, amazing!! Good word! Good word!!"

"The beginning is already amazing enough! What a wine asked Qingtian, what a courageous spirit!!"

"This is the upper quota..."

Wu Zhiqi looked at Fang Ye with shock, and his heart was filled with storm!

Among so many people, his understanding of poetry has reached its peak!

He knew very well what the first verse of Fang Ye meant.

This means...a new peak!

Even in ancient times, this kind of monarchy-like opening was absolutely rare!

"This guy hides so deeply..." he said silently.

...

Qingshui Jian also became a little uneasy, and he subconsciously pressed the table.

The beginning of the previous chasm is much better than his Xijiangyue!

"Qingshui Jun, don't worry, there is still a next chapter. If you don't do it well, it won't work!"

The teammates next to him quickly persuaded.

Qingshui Jian's hands pressed against the table and was already trembling a little.

Soon, Fang Ye's voice continued to come.

"Turn the red pavilion, lower the beautiful house, shining without sleep."

"There should be no hatred, so why should we keep going when we part? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has phases and waxing, and this matter is difficult to be complete in ancient times."

A poem slowly appeared in front of everyone.

At this time, many people were already fascinated by it!

"The real ancient poems are the real ancient poems with ancient flavor!"

"Beautiful, so beautiful..."

"How to finish next? His first verse has already opened very large. If he can't hold on to the second verse, this poem will be inadequate."

Some people were a little worried and murmured to themselves.

Everyone was also curious about how Fang Ye would finish it?

After all, the height was already raised from the beginning and the distance could not be kept up, it was just a dog tail marten.

But he saw that Fang Ye was also silent for a moment, and it seemed as if he was thinking about something.

After a while, he looked up at the moon.
To be continued...