Beiling urged, and since Fang Tiancheng came back, she had caught Zhang Yi and praised him. She was also very curious about what Zhang Yi had to be able to make the arrogant Fang Tiancheng brag so much.
The Confucian disciples around him quickly chose the first theme: bamboo!
The most common one in this Confucian Saint Forest is bamboo, which is considered a fitting situation.
"Fellow Daoist Zhang, as a guest, you should invite him first."
Fang Tiancheng bowed and said politely.
Zhang Yi shook his head, "No need, Fellow Daoist Fang, come first."
"good!"
Fang Tiancheng was really polite this time and agreed in one go.
However, this scene was different in the eyes of Confucian disciples, and another discussion sounded.
"Isn't that impatient before I even started? Are you scared?"
"Just dare to discuss with our senior brother?"
"It seems like another crush."
Many people present had discussed with Fang Tiancheng, but the final outcome was all in failure, so they also hoped that Zhang Yi could fail miserably in front of Fang Tiancheng.
Fang Tiancheng was not in the mood to care about these rumors at this moment. He saw his eyes constantly wandering in the Confucian Saint Forest, and his expression became extremely solemn. This time he had to cheer up.
Because he was too focused, even a cold sweat broke out on his back, but in the eyes of Confucian disciples, this seemed to be Fang Tiancheng's demeanor.
They thought Fang Tiancheng was worried that Zhang Yi would be too ugly, so they deliberately delayed it for so long.
It seemed that they were worried that their movement would be too great to disrupt Fang Tiancheng's thoughts. They held their breath tacitly, waiting for Fang Tiancheng's peerless work to be released.
I don’t know how long it took, but Fang Tiancheng stopped his back, took a deep breath, and said confidently: “Hsinchu is higher than the old bamboo branches, and it depends entirely on the support of the old trunk.”
After saying that, Fang Tiancheng breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes full of pride. This time he performed his detachment, and it was not in vain that the poem he had thought about for so long before he wrote it.
In an instant, the surging culture gathered and irrigated the bamboos around him. The most exaggerated thing was that the bamboo closest to him actually turned into a towering tree, which was not the level of growth that ordinary bamboos could achieve.
Beiling nodded a little proudly, and it was obvious that she was very satisfied with Fang Tiancheng's performance.
Not to mention anything else, at least although the growth of that bamboo is not the most exaggerated, it looks extremely dazzling in this bamboo forest.
The whole audience was quiet, as if everyone was immersed in the artistic conception, and many people were muttering words.
"Okay! I am worthy of being my Confucian senior brother!"
Someone took the lead in applauding, and a wave suddenly started, and a thunderous applause sounded.
Zhang Yi also applauded, and I have to say that Fang Tiancheng's poem is well-crafted and deserves to be the senior brother of Confucianism.
The Confucian disciples all had a look of pride on their faces, looking at Zhang Yi provocatively.
"Senior Brother Daozong, just give up. It's not embarrassing to lose to our Confucian brothers."
Someone joked.
"presumptuous!"
Fang Tiancheng glared at the man with dissatisfaction, then bowed and looked at Zhang Yi with a little apology and said, "Fellow Daoist Zhang, I am a Confucian disciple who is ignorant, so don't be as knowledgeable as them."
Zhang Yi waved his hand, obviously not taking the words of the person just now, and there was no need for him to be as knowledgeable as them.
It’s not that Zhang Yi is so energetic, but... they will be surprised later.
"Next, let's see what Fellow Daoist Zhang."
Fang Tiancheng was very confident this time and was even more curious about what kind of poems Zhang Yi would take to deal with it?
Zhang Yi just nodded slightly. Compared with Fang Tiancheng's careful consideration, Zhang Yi seemed much more careless and said without thinking: "Green bamboo enters the secluded path, green Luo brushes his clothes."
As early as the moment I knew about the topic, Zhang Yi, the copywriter, thought of a countermeasure.
"boom!"
As he finished speaking, a golden literary spirit surged, descending from the ground and the void, directly irrigating several tender buds around Zhang Yi into towering trees, and their growth was even more fierce than what Fang Tiancheng irrigated before.
More importantly, Zhang Yi made more than a dozen bamboos around him grow like this. You can tell at a glance how good the price is.
The most surprising thing is those Confucian disciples who were preparing to watch jokes. They thought that Zhang Yi's poems so quickly must be ordinary, but who expected that the artistic conception was so deep that it made the bamboo in the Confucian Saint Forest grow wildly.
Beiling couldn't help but say ok, but his face soon became not very good-looking.
The applause was because of instinct and the bad expression was because Fang Tiansheng failed in the first round.
Fang Tiancheng also murmured with a complicated expression for a while, and then he applauded, "I am worthy of being a fellow Taoist Zhang, convinced!"
Do you want to talk about frustration? That's a little bit, but when he saw the group of fellow disciples, the feeling of frustration disappeared. At least he was not so exaggerated when he saw Zhang Yi's ability for the first time.
"Let you start laughing at others."
Fang Tiancheng felt secretly happy.
Under Fang Tiancheng's leadership, the Confucian disciples couldn't help but applaud, but when they remembered their previous comments on Zhang Yi, they couldn't help but blush and felt extremely embarrassed.
"What kind of monster is this? How could Senior Brother Dao Zong be so literary?"
"Haunt, fortunately he did not practice Confucianism, otherwise we would have no way to survive."
"But could it be a coincidence? It's a little harder for us to choose the next topic?"
There are also disciples who are unwilling to give up and want to see Zhang Yi's true skills.
After some discussion, they finally decided on the second topic: love!
There are thousands of love in the world, family, friendship, and love, the most understandable. Only those who have great enlightenment can make masterpieces passed down from generation to generation.
And their senior brother has always been passionate, which is his strength. They don’t believe that Zhang Yi, a person who practices ruthless martial arts, can write poems with the title of love? (Confucian disciples do not know the matter of revising the rules of the sect.)
Back to the second topic, Fang Tiancheng looked particularly embarrassed, and even felt that his fellow disciples were cheating on him. He was impressed by Zhang Yi's love poems during the Lantern Festival.
But now is different from the past. He also has some insights on the theory this time and should do his best.
"Fellow Daoist Zhang, should I come first this time?"
Fang Tiancheng tried carefully, and he was afraid that Zhang Yi would have no chance as soon as he spoke, so he was extra cautious.
The order of sequence is the same for Zhang Yi, and there is no difference. Since they chose this topic, the result has been destined.
I may not be good at other topics, but I feel sorry for love as the theme...
Fang Tiancheng was walking in a hurry, falling into deep thought, muttering in his mouth, and his mind was also running rapidly.