The head of the Ju clan was also angry. He finally said a few words to the prince, but he was interrupted by this kid!

However, the head of the jujube clan also knew that this battle of poetry was the most important, so he followed Prince Long and bowed: "If the prince likes it, I will send someone to deliver it later. It is the peak of autumn, and it is a good time to drink chrysanthemum tea."

Prince Long nodded reservedly.

"Then it's time for the leader of Ju clan. Without further ado, please ask the leader of Ju clan to give a question."

Ye Qiu also urged from the side: "Old fart... cough cough... bah... chrysanthemum, hurry up, I haven't eaten yet, it's so delicious after the fight with poetry!"

The leader of the Ju clan looked at Ye Qiu, ignored Ye Qiu, almost completely ignored him, then turned his head and looked at Liu Qianqiu flatteringly, and said respectfully: "I have met Mr. Liu."

Liu Qianqiu looked proud and nodded lightly, saying "Yes", showing a cooler appearance than Prince Long.

However, the leader of the chrysanthemum tribe did not care at all and still flattered: "Everyone knows that the plum, orchid, bamboo, and chrysanthemum are collectively known as the "Four Gentlemen". However, the plum clan has made the plum clan a third-class spiritual clan because of Mr. Lu's poem "Ode to Plum", which makes my other three clans envious. Recently, I have had a huge blessing to see Mr. Liu. Even the villain gave up his face and asked Mr. Liu to write a poem for my chrysanthemum tribe. What do you think?"

After the words of the leader of the Ju clan, the audience was in an uproar.

"This chrysanthemum leader is so cunning!"

"I'm smart! Why didn't I expect it!"

"A literary master at this level is already powerful in creation. If he writes a poem about the great way, then the chrysanthemum clan will undoubtedly be ahead!"

Everyone was moved that the leader of the chrysanthemum tribe had a jingling abacus. Thinking about Lu Changqing's article "Ode to Plum Blossoms" that directly made the plum clan, which had never been a high-ranking spiritual clan, became a third-rate spiritual clan, which made all races envious.

However, if you want a great writer of this level to write poetry, such a low-level force cannot do it, and it is not easy for a great writer to create Taoist poems, so this is undoubtedly an opportunity that is hard to come by.

But today's opportunity was seized by the leader of the chrysanthemum!

"Oh... why didn't I expect it!"

"You know if this is possible, I will grab this brush no matter what I said!"

"My intestines are so regretful that I have lost my heart!"

Liu Qianqiu seemed to be stunned for a moment, then smiled freely and said: "Captain Ju, you are asking me a problem. Brother Lu's "Ode to Plum Blossoms" is a rare masterpiece, which can be called a century-old classic. If you go further, you can pass on it."

Lu Changqing was present. When he heard Liu Qianqiu's words, he joked with a reserve: "Brother Liu, don't laugh at me anymore. Brother Liu's talent is hard to beat. People are asking for help, so don't be humble. I just hope that Brother Liu will show mercy, give me some face, and don't do it too well."

The leader of the Ju clan also smiled and echoed: "Yes, Mr. Liu promised me!"

Prince Long also smiled and said, "Mr. Liu, don't be humble. The leader of Ju is the questioner this time. Whatever the question is, you will compare the question. If you accidentally surpass Mr. Lu and create a poem about the world, Mr. Lu will not be jealous of you."

Lu Changqing was teased by Prince Long and smiled bitterly: "Am I so petty?"

The guests around them also started to make excuses.

"Poems passed down from generation to generation!"

"Poems passed down from generation to generation!"

"Poems passed down from generation to generation!"

Liu Qianqiu was so comfortable that he was slapped by a kind of flattery around him that he couldn't help but feel proud. He even pretended to be reserved and said: "Alas... since that's the case, I can't say that the poems he passed down from generation to generation are not worthy of. I will do my best."

Almost everyone's eyes were focused on Liu Qianqiu, while Ye Qiu, another poet, had been ignored.

Long Yingying said solemnly to Ye Qiu: "You give up the game. I thought it was just a simple game. I didn't expect that my elder brother had prepared so well. The leader of the chrysanthemum clan must have arranged it in advance. Liu Qianqiu is very good at autumn poetry. This chrysanthemum is a typical representative of autumn poetry. The autumn poetry is full of solemn and murderous spirit. If Liu Qianqiu wrote a poem passed down from generation to generation, you will definitely be hurt by his Taoist poetry. The minority will be damaged, and the worst is that your life will be unsuccessful!"

Ye Qiu said in confusion: "What is the difference between this poem that has passed down from generation to generation and ordinary poems?"

Long Yingying felt helpless. How ignorant this kid was, and he didn't even know what the poem was about. However, when he saw Ye Qiu's curious eyes, in order to let Ye Qiu know the seriousness of the matter, he patiently explained: "The poems of the world are in line with the key points of the great way, confirm the great way, and are recognized by the world. Therefore, they have the ability to pass on the world. The so-called century is a classic, and five hundred years can be called a poem of the world. There are also poems of the world who have passed on the world. However, looking at the history of the Taoist realm, there are very few poems of the world who have passed on the world... Forget it, it's useless to say so much to you. In short, you can just withdraw from the competition, and there is no need to lose your life because of it!"

It would be fine if Ye Qiu didn't listen, but Long Yingying's explanation must have been even more exciting. Unexpectedly, the poems he had were even more awesome than he thought about.

Which of these 300 Tang poems is not passed down for more than a thousand years?

Ye Qiu bounced his finger and smiled calmly: "A literati stands up by virtue of his character. How can he retreat because of danger? Just a little Bai Ding, I can kill him on the horse with just a poem!"

Long Yingying was stunned and looked at Ye Qiu in disbelief. She had seen bragging people, but she had never seen such bragging people. Will you die if you don’t brag?

At this moment, Prince Long said loudly: "Okay, now the title has been determined. With "Chrysanthemum" as the theme, each of them will make a poem. The referee will be the prince and the audience. Can both parties have any objections? If not, you can start writing poems now!"

Liu Qianqiu shook his head and said, "I have no objection."

Immediately afterwards, Liu Qianqiu took a long gown and walked towards the white jade table in a casual manner. Her robe was full of style and was not arrogant at all. She was really a literary talent of a generation, which attracted a lot of applause.

"good!"

Ye Qiu was lazy and seemed to be completely unwilling to care about this battle. When he walked to Baiyu's desk, he stretched his waist, yawned, and then slowly began to grind it.

"Crack, Crack..."

The best spiritual ink and the inkstone were grinding by Ye Qiu. Everyone heard it frowned and looked very despised. People who couldn't even grind could write poems?

Liu Qianqiu also looked contemptuous, but when he picked up his pen, he also took a correct attitude. After all, it was not easy to write a poem called a classic, even if he was a poetic maniac of his generation.

As time passed by minute by minute, Liu Qianqiu was shocked, his eyes were bright and his momentum came naturally. After dipping his brush in the ink, he wanted to start writing!
Chapter completed!