Chapter 11 I've seen a madman, but I've never seen such a madman!
Just now Qin Dong was about to take action, Xue Ziyan thought that he was just resisting a few times symbolically.
After all, becoming a poet master is not a matter of luck. You must study hard, practice hard, accumulate over time, and have extremely high talent.
But who would have thought...
As soon as this guy uttered his words, he was the quatrain of the ages, leading the way.
This poem alone will probably spread throughout the surrounding cities and become famous all over the world.
"No, this, this, this...is this really what Qin Dong can do?"
Not only was Xue Ziyan's face filled with astonishment, but Ye Qingyao also seemed to have been struck by a thunderbolt at this moment, her expression was dull, thunder was rolling in her mind, and she felt like she had made a wedding dress for someone else.
She deliberately set up this situation with the purpose of cutting off Qin Dong's access to the Huangji Taoist Palace and making him completely the laughing stock of Yanjing City.
Unexpectedly, not only did all this fail, but it actually helped Qin Dong gain a great literary reputation.
As the eldest daughter of the Ye family, Ye Qingyao deeply understands that once this poem spreads and Qin Dong becomes famous all over the world, it will be difficult to attack him again!
Shocked, Ye Qingyao immediately looked at Liang Jingyi and urged: "Young Master Liang, this bastard Qin Dong has made a name for himself. If you don't suppress him, you may no longer have a place in the Yanjing literary world."
"If this son doesn't sing, it will be fine. If he does, it will shock the world. Could it be that there are really talented people in this world who are both civil and military?" Yuan Shi murmured to himself. It was obvious that he was also swayed by this eternal quatrain.
At this time, Liang Jingyi was surrounded by everyone, with a gloomy look on his face. As the person who initiated the challenge, the critical blow he received was actually the strongest.
In order to ease his predicament, he immediately gritted his teeth and said: "Qin Dong, you have been a slave in the Ye family for eighteen years and have never had any literary name. Now you have become a blockbuster. Could it be that you plagiarized this masterpiece?"
Bar?!"
"this……"
It's okay if he didn't say it. When he mentioned it like this, everyone looked at me and then at you. Finally, they looked at Qin Dong, and they couldn't help but feel a little more suspicious.
As Liang Jingyi said, a literary name, like literary talent, cannot be developed overnight.
If you don’t have a few top-notch masterpieces exposed to the world, how can you be qualified to be promoted to a talented person?
When Qin Dong heard this, he laughed on the spot and said loudly: "In ancient times, there was a phoenix lying on the branches. It didn't sing for three years, but when it roared, it roared to the sky and made all beasts surrender. I have been in the Ye family for eighteen years, and it's not that I refuse to show up.
I don’t have a literary name, but I feel that those sanctimonious people are not worthy of letting me show my talent.”
As he said that, he looked around at everyone and said: "If we hadn't attended the Poetry Garden Party today, let alone the Ye family, even looking at the entire Yanjing City, how many people would be worthy of my eternal quatrains?"
mad!
It’s so crazy!
Qin Dong's skillful operation not only hit Liang Jingyi's face, but also all the literati in the room were collectively despised by him.
And this is exactly what he wants.
Because the crazier he is, the more it proves that Qin Dong has the character of a scholar and is extremely arrogant in the world. He has never bowed his head even in the face of such powerful forces as the City Lord's Mansion.
as expected.
As soon as Qin Dong finished speaking, it was like a spark that started a prairie fire, igniting the whole place.
"Crazy, this Qin Dong is simply crazy. Who does he think he is? A poetry immortal? How dare he despise all of us..."
"That's right, isn't it just a quatrain that will last forever? It actually ended up like this!"
"Young Master Liang, this person is talking nonsense and is no longer a normal person. You are one of the top talents in Yanjing City. Please replace us quickly and suppress this arrogant person!"
"Ah, ah, it really makes me angry. I have seen arrogant Confucian scholars, but I have never seen such a little lunatic who doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth..."
In an instant, there was a wave of curses around Qin Dong. Everyone looked at this arrogant guy angrily and wanted to expel him from the Poetry Garden Club.
They have been in the Yanjing literary world for a long time and have seen crazy people. Indeed, they have never seen such crazy people.
If we didn't have to worry about the situation, I'm afraid someone would have already taken action.
Seeing Qin Dong committing suicide on the spot, Liang Jingyi couldn't help but laugh to himself, thinking, I thought I had met my opponent, but I didn't expect that the opponent turned out to be just an arrogant and brainless young man.
But this is fine.
The more arrogant Qin Dong is, the easier it will be for him to rebuild his reputation!
"Very good! Qin Dong, since you think very highly of yourself and feel that no one is worthy of your eternal quatrains, how about we compete with each other for another poem?" Liang Jingyi's voice spread throughout the audience, and he once again publicly challenged him!
"Qin Dong, weren't you crazy just now? Now that Young Master Liang has sent out another invitation, do you dare to fight with him?" Seeing that the opportunity had come again, Ye Qingyao immediately fanned the flames and said: "If you don't dare, you'd better stay in
Miss Xue, under her pomegranate skirt, tuck her tail between her legs and behave like a human being, and get out of the Poetry Party."
"You can fight if you want! But, if there is no chance of winning, how can it be worth letting me take action?" Qin Dong smiled faintly, but his tone became more and more arrogant.
"You bastard, how dare you ask me for a lottery ticket?"
When Liang Jingyi heard this, he was about to curse again, but then he thought about it. Compared with the title of the novel that he was about to get, it was just a little bit of luck, so what was it? He simply turned his palm and took out ten blue pills with floating pill clouds.
Dan Yao sneered: "I wonder if you are still satisfied with my little fortune?"
"Qi Gathering Pills? Ten more!!"
As soon as this elixir appeared, the whole place was in an uproar, and they were all shocked by the handiwork of the young master of the City Lord's Mansion.
The key is, this is Danyun Divine Pill!
Just one of these is enough for a ninth-level master of the Body Tempering Realm to enter the Qi Gathering Realm. Ten of them means that ten masters of the Qi Gathering Realm can be created.
The actions taken by the people from the City Lord's Mansion are indeed extraordinary, and their financial resources are astonishing.
"Forget it, since Young Master Liang has taken out ten Qi Gathering Pills, I will reluctantly fight with you." Qin Dong was ecstatic in his heart, but on the surface he still looked calm and calm, and said slowly.
"Qin, don't be too happy. We will compete in poetry later... If you lose, I want you to immediately terminate your engagement with Miss Xue Ziyan and get out of Yanjing City!"
Liang Jingyi's eyes swept across the snowy purple smoke, with no trace of greed in his eyes, and he sneered.
It seems that his goal does not stop there. If Qin Dong gets out of Yanjing City and is wiped out by the Ye family, then Xue Ziyan will probably belong to the young master of the City Lord's Mansion.
"Qin Dong, no!"
How could Xue Ziyan not know that this was a conspiracy? So she stopped speaking. She didn't believe that Qin Dong could compose an eternal quatrain and immediately compose a second one.
"Miss Ziyan, don't worry. Young Master Liang is very kind and generous, and insists on giving us ten Qi Gathering Pills. Such a kind offer, how can I have the heart to refuse?"
Qin Dong blinked at Xue Ziyan and signaled her to calm down, but even so, Xue Ziyan's heart was still in her throat. If this ancient quatrain was really that good, Yan Jingcheng would have already
It has become a holy place in the literary world.
"Humph, you are really sharp-tongued."
Seeing that Qin Dong and his wife were of the same mind, Liang Jingyi gritted his teeth secretly, and then said in public: "Okay, since everyone has no objection, let's get started."
"My poem, called Flying Flowers in March, was written while visiting Moon Lake."
As he spoke, Liang Jingyi raised his voice and proudly chanted: "Life is like a dream, the moon is like flowers, just like the smoke in the world is like snow, it comes like flying flowers and disperses like smoke, only in drunken dreams can you know the beauty of youth!"
When the poem ended, everyone in the audience widened their eyes. They never expected that Liang Jingyi would compose another excellent poem in a very short period of time.
Although this poem cannot be called an eternal quatrain, it can at least occupy a place in the literary world.
In addition, it was made in such a short time, which is extremely rare, admirable and breathtaking.
"It's really amazing. I didn't expect that Young Master Liang was so quick in thinking that he actually composed another excellent song in just a few minutes."
"Yes, if Qin Dong can't compose an eternal quatrain, I'm afraid he will lose."
"As soon as this poem came out, Qin Dong's ending was already doomed. After all, eternal quatrains are not so easy to write. Otherwise, how could they have been passed down through the ages and worthy of being included in the annals of literary history!"
soon.
After some criticism, everyone was extremely impressed by Liang Jingyi's poem. Many people asked themselves that it was impossible for them to create an excellent poem in a short period of time.
In this way, Qin Dong's ending seems to be obvious.
When Liang Jingyi heard this, he immediately looked proud, then looked at Qin Dong with disdain and sneered: "Qin Dong, my poem has been completed, now it's your turn!"