The night fell quietly, and now the entire Tianfeng City was full of people.
The world of heaven and earth is located in the most prosperous street of Tianfeng City. At this moment, the lanterns on the road are like a vast and eternal stream of fire.
The usually sparsely populated Heaven and Earth world is now overcrowded. The faint and melodious singing slowly floats out from the third floor of the Heaven and Earth world. Young and beautiful women shuttle among the crowd, and the light and refreshing pure female body fragrance floats throughout the Heaven and Earth world.
, the sound of the piano is accompanied by heavy recitation.
In the past, the heaven and earth were a gathering place for the rich, but today it is a gathering place for talented people and beauties. Han's eldest daughter, Han Shuang, held a poetry meeting here.
Hanshuang's name resounds throughout Tianfeng City. At just a young age, she is already a martial arts practitioner. However, her achievements in martial arts cannot hide her talent. She is full of knowledge, can speak well, and can write poems in seven steps.
Everyone calls her the most talented girl in Tianfeng.
Waving his feather fan, he wandered around the entire restaurant, squinting his eyes slightly. Ye Chen's gaze kept scanning back and forth around, while Mu Chen sat quietly aside, paying no attention to the talented women around him.
, and the eyes of the talented women around them all fell more or less on the two of them.
"Although martial arts is the dominant style in the Martial God Continent, the writing style is not weak at all!" Ye Chen put away his feather fan and chuckled. At the same time, he raised the wine glass in his hand and touched Mu Chen slightly.
When the wine entered the mouth, a faint fragrance filled the mouth. Ye Chen squinted his eyes slightly and tasted the wine quietly, and at this moment a pleasant female voice sounded:
"May I ask if you are free later?" Ye Chen looked up and saw a charming woman standing in front of him. It was the woman at noon. He shook his head and chuckled: "What's the matter?"
Zi Ning looked at Ye Chen with strange eyes, then moved her jade finger slightly, pointed in the direction behind her, and said with a smile: "The beauty has an appointment! I wonder if the young master can give me a favor!"
Looking in the direction of the jade finger, a girl's face was flushed, she nodded and did not dare to look directly into Ye Chen's eyes, playing with her sleeves.
A smile appeared on Ye Chen's face. How many times was this tonight?
Even though the woman's face was red and extremely attractive, Ye Chen still shook his head. Seeing this, the woman couldn't help but sigh sadly and left quietly.
Looking at the woman's back, Zi Ning looked at Ye Chen with strange eyes, and said doubtfully: "Sir, you have been sitting on the second floor for so long! Obviously you have nothing to do, why do you refuse an appointment with a beautiful woman? You want to know which beautiful women
, both of them have outstanding appearance and amazing temperament, which are rare to see in the past!"
Ye Chen had listened to Zi Ning's words several times tonight. He still shook his head, pointed at the top, and said with a smile: "My intention is not on the second floor, but on the third floor!"
"Third floor!" A strange color appeared in Zi Ning's watery eyes, and she whispered: "Young master wants to go to the third floor!"
Tonight's poetry meeting is held by Tianmaple City's most talented woman. It is naturally different from usual. She has set a rule. There are three floors in heaven and earth. If you want to enter the first floor, you must compose a poem. The poem must be a good poem.
To enter the heaven and earth, you have to compose two poems to enter the second level, and to enter the third level, you have to pass a certain test.
Therefore, above the third level of heaven and earth, there are all scholars and scholars with amazing literary talent, but Hanshuang is on the third level.
Smiling and nodding, Ye Chen put down the wine glass in his hand, stood up from his seat, and walked towards the stairs of the third floor. Mu Chen followed closely behind him. Ye Chen's temperament was already extraordinary, and he stood out from the crowd on the second floor.
This movement attracted the attention of several people, and even more of those beauties were curious.
Looking at the back, a trace of absurdity flashed in Zi Ning's eyes. In her eyes, although Ye Chen was extraordinary, the fact that he was standing on the second floor at the moment was enough to prove his talent. However, there was no one above the second floor.
If he is not a great scholar, how can he be compared to a young scholar who has just shown his talent.
Taking steps, Zi Ning followed Ye Chen, and the people around him followed curiously. Standing on the third step was an old man.
The old man has gray hair and a rosy complexion. He does not have the slightest fluctuation of zhenqi in his body, but he is something that should not be underestimated. He has a Confucian atmosphere.
The old man was still sitting in his original position, staring at Ye Chen with his clear eyes, tapping the table and chairs with his fingers, and said calmly: "This young master wants to go to the third floor!"
The voice was heavy, and there was a vague atmosphere. Ye Chen bowed slightly, with a smile on his face, and said softly: "Exactly! I don't know what the test will be when entering the third level! You need to compose a poem to enter the first level.
One poem, and to enter the second level, you need to compose two poems. Do you think the third level requires three poems? Please enlighten me!"
Ye Chen's performance was neither humble nor arrogant, modest and elegant, without the panic or pride shown by the previous testers.
Talents have been arrogant since ancient times, but now Ye Chen's performance undoubtedly made Zi Ning beside him shine. Looking at the confidence in the corner of Ye Chen's mouth, could he really reach the third level?
The old man's face remained the same, but there was a trace of admiration in his eyes. There are too many young people who are proud of their talents. Undoubtedly, Ye Chen's performance left a great impression on him. He pondered for a moment and said in a deep voice: "Entering the first
There is no need to compose three poems for the third floor, only one is enough! However, this poem is not written randomly, it needs to be written according to my intention. Are you ready, sir? Tonight, no one passed through me to enter the third floor.
Third floor!”
This test was beyond Ye Chen's expectation, but Ye Chen was not afraid. He nodded slightly and said softly: "Sir, please give me the question!"
"The poem is about a scholar who parted with his wife in order to pursue an official career, and expressed his reluctance to leave! And your starting point is the young woman, not the scholar!" The old man pondered for half a moment, and then spoke out his thoughts.
As soon as he came out, the faces of the talented and beautiful people around him changed.
Although this decision is usually not difficult, now that the young woman's decision is the main one, the difficulty has suddenly increased.
If the poet was a woman, perhaps this poem would not be difficult, but the poet was the young scholar in front of him. At such a young age, how could he feel the emotion of reluctance, and how could he express it in the direction of a young woman?
Coming out, Zi Ning shook her head slightly, seeing that the old man was too tricky with the questions.
At this moment, the talented and beautiful people around them realized the reason why so many people had failed just now.
Mu Chen stood quietly beside Ye Chen all the time, but his eyes fell on Ye Chen. There was a rare hint of confusion in his eyes. There was no way for the children of the aristocratic family to say that in this world, martial arts are the most respected.
Ye Chen must have been the same, but when Ye Chen led him into the second floor, he was shocked by Ye Chen's talent for writing poems.
His eyes slowly closed, and after a few moments, Ye Chen opened his eyes again, waved the feather fan in his hand, took a step forward, and said slowly: "The cicadas are sad, it's late in the pavilion, the rain has just stopped, and the tents of Dumen are drinking without a trace.
, the place of nostalgia, Lan Zhou urges me to leave. Holding hands and looking into the tearful eyes, I am speechless and choked. Thinking about it, I have gone thousands of miles away, and the dusk is heavy and the sky is vast."
Ye Chen's voice resounded throughout the second floor. Before the first half of the sentence was finished, there was no sound of conversation among the people around him, and the old man suddenly stood up.
Although Ye Chen was not reciting it quickly, it fit the artistic conception of the words and sentences in one go. In addition, he was a person with profound literary skills. It was like putting everyone in the autumn wind, the autumn rain, the dry leaves on the ground, and the heavy rain.
Later, in the pavilion in the evening, a woman and her husband talked about their farewell. The wine was mixed with the wife's tears. They said goodbye, but the love was hard to let go. The boatman was ruthless, urging the orchid boat to sail. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.
It vividly reflects the woman's reluctance.
"Sentiment has been sad since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing to neglect the autumn festival, the willow bank, the dawn wind and the waning moon. This year, it should be a good time and good scenery. Even if there are thousands of scenery, who should I tell you?" Ye Chen was depressed at that time.
In the sound of the sound, the second half seemed to make a picture appear before everyone's eyes. A woman stood alone on the empty and lonely shore, missing her husband thousands of miles away, drinking to relieve her sorrow. I don't know when she woke up from the drunkenness.
At that time, I could only face the lonely willow bank...
The whole place fell into a deathly silence. Everyone was intoxicated in that artistic conception. Even the beautiful lady couldn't help crying, which made the poem sad. The old man's eyes also fell into a dull state. Everything in the past was constantly replayed in the old man's eyes.
, Juan'er, where are you now? Tears slowly dripped down the corners of the old man's eyes.
Sighing sadly, Ye Chen pulled Mu Chen, who was also sluggish beside him, and stepped away slightly. His figure jumped into the stairs and gradually disappeared at the top of the stairs.
When the sound of ticking footsteps sounded, the drunken crowd was startled. At this moment, they realized that Ye Chen was no longer there.
At this moment, Ye Chen's voice floated slowly from the stairs again: The clothes are getting wider and wider, but I don't regret it anymore. I feel haggard because of the loss of love. Even if I have thousands of lovesickness and thousands of feelings, who can I tell...