"By the way, when people get older, they forget things."

Qin Dewen smiled and said, "Young Woo Ye, this is the vice president of the Chinese Poetry Association and Ma Xuemin. This is the Calligraphy Association..."

After introducing several old men and Ma Xuemin's student Tian Xiong, Qin Dewen pointed to Ye Zhiqiu and said happily: "Aren't you curious about who said this sentence comes from? The main master is here!"

"There is also "The Legend of the Warriors", which was also written by Xiaoyou Ye."

Everyone was speculating while listening, but Qin Dewen was still shocked after confirming it.

Since its appearance, "The Legend of the Gods" has caused a tremor in the Chinese poetry world. Everyone is guessing which master wrote this poem.

Some people even say that with this song "The Legend of the Gods", the author is enough to have an unshakable place in the Chinese poetry world!

Unexpectedly, the master suddenly appeared in front of him.

Except for Qin Dewen, everyone was skeptical and looked at the young man in front of them.

He is too young and handsome, but he can't see the shadow of a literati.

This is the first impression.

But no one present was a fool, and even if he didn't believe it, he would not ask it on the spot. He would greet Ye Zhiqiu enthusiastically.

Which of these old men has a famous name? Including the young man with a black hair named Tian Xiong, who heard that he was also a doctor of literature, Ye Zhiqiu also gave him politely.

The arrival of Ye Zhiqiu made Qin Dewen very happy. He took Ye Zhiqiu's hand and discussed the poem "The Legend of the Knights".

Ye Zhiqiu was helpless. He knew how many brushes he had. It was okay to let him recite poems. He asked him to appreciate poems. It was not that material!

Fortunately, Qin Dewen was in high spirits and said it was a discussion. He alone said it. After all, Ye Zhiqiu had read the notes of this poem in his previous life, and he could handle it by saying a few words from time to time.

Shi Nuannuan, who was standing beside him, looked at Ye Zhiqiu, and had long been filled with the little stars of worship.

It’s great to be able to discuss with Mr. Qin!

As Qin Dewen rose, he waved squarely on the long table, and his strokes were vigorous and powerful, and the dragon and phoenix danced with dragons and phoenixes were already vividly displayed on the paper.

Even though Ye Zhiqiu didn't know how to appreciate it, he felt that the word was written very well. He couldn't help but sigh that he was indeed a master with real talents.

It was originally because the other party spoke up for his righteousness and came to visit him out of politeness. Unexpectedly, Qin Dewen was as rumored as rumor, without any airs. Instead, he was as humorous and witty as an old naughty boy. Ye Zhiqiu admired him even more.

"My friend Ye, how about this word?" Qin Dewen took two steps back, admired the poem he had just written, and said proudly.

Ye Zhiqiu said honestly: "It looks good, but I don't know what it looks good. If you ask me to say, I don't know where it looks good."

Qin Dewen was stunned, then laughed and said, "There are many people who pretend to understand if they don't understand. Instead, Xiaoyou Ye is honest and follows his true intentions!"

This is OK?

Ye Zhiqiu was stunned. He really didn't understand. He really didn't think so much.

Suddenly, Ma Xuemin, the vice president of the Poetry Association, asked with a smile: "I would like to ask, who is Ye Xiaoyou? It's not easy to write such a famous article."

Ye Zhiqiu shook his head and said honestly: "I don't have any poetry writing. I'm a senior and I studied media."

Liu Minkang is his mentor in music, but this is a different field, and Ye Zhiqiu didn't say it.

"..." Not only Ma Xuemin, but the others were also stunned, and a ridiculous feeling arose in their hearts.

I have been studying for most of my life, but what I wrote is not as good as a college student who has not graduated yet? Or is it not a major!

Standing next to Ma Xuemin, another young man in the yard, Tian Xiong, couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Ye's profession..."

There is nothing to hide. Shi Nuannuan, who was standing by, replied to Ye Zhiqiu: "Brother Ye is an online novel writer, and the author of our "Orange Reading" book "Zhu Xian".

"..." Except for Qin Dewen, who had already known Ye Zhiqiu's identity, the rest of them were once again in doubting their lives.

"Oh, an online writer?"

Tian Xiong suddenly realized and looked at each other with Ma Xuemin, without further ado.

Qin Dewen smiled and said, "Xiaotian, you are a doctor of literature, so you have to study more with Xiaoyou Ye."

"You are a young man and can catch up. We old people have no chance."

"Old Qin is saying." Tian Xiong responded with a smile, but a look of disdain flashed deep in his eyes.

After Qin Dewen finished writing, the other old men also wrote ink one after another, and Ye Zhiqiu couldn't understand it. Anyway, all of them were well written, so it would be absolutely fine to take it out and bluff people.

Tian Xiong looked at Ye Zhiqiu and suddenly said, "Brother Ye, why don't you show off your skills?"

Ye Zhiqiu waved his hand and refused, "I'll forget it, my name is ugly."

Tian Xiong smiled slightly and turned to Qin Dewen and said, "Old Qin, I don't know if I can give up my love. I'm asking Mr. Qin to go back to study and copy it carefully."

It is not uncommon for cultural people to give each other words. Tian Xiong is Ma Xuemin's apprentice, and Qin Dewen is a person who is willing to support his younger generations, so he naturally will not refuse.

Qin Dewen laughed and said, "Of course, you just want to take it. If it's not enough, I'll write it again."

Ma Xuemin on the side suddenly said, "Xiaotian, you are wrong."

"Old Qin's word is not an exaggeration, you can't monopolize it. I suggest that you might as well come to the competition, and the winner will win."

"Old Qin, what do you think?"

The competition among cultural people is nothing more than chanting poems and writing counterparts. This is called Yaxing. Qin Dewen naturally had no objection and nodded with a smile.

Ma Xuemin smiled and said, "It's better to use the simplest method, how about the pair."

Several other old men also became interested. Qin Dewen's calligraphy is second-hand. Only by showing off is the most important thing to learn.

"It's the students who are not considerate." Tian Xiong agreed respectfully, then looked at Ye Zhiqiu and invited him again: "Brother Ye, come and participate, how about it."

Ye Zhiqiu was not interested and shook his head and said, "I'll forget it, just look."

Tian Xiong's eyes flashed and he joked: "Brother Ye can write "The Legend of the Knights", so it's no problem for the couple. Too modest is just pride."

"I can't do it. Where did "Xia Ke Xing" copy it?"

As soon as Tian Xiong said this, there was silence around him. Shi Nuannuan was angry and yelled: "Who copied it! Don't spit people with blood!"

Qin Dewen's face also darkened, and he directly scolded: "Xiaotian, how can you say such words nonsense! Apologize to Xiaoyou Ye!"

Tian Xiong pretended to be enlightened and hurriedly said, "Sorry, Brother Ye, I really admire the poem "The Legend of the Knights", so I naturally think that the author has a high literary literacy and should be able to pick up the couplets at will."

"If a misunderstanding is caused, I apologize to you."

Tian Xiong smiled and looked sincere. Ye Zhiqiu looked calm and watched him perform quietly, and he was also a little confused.

When did you mess with this guy?
Chapter completed!