Could he say it sounded like a limerick?
Not too bad though.
But when it comes to timeless masterpieces, it really doesn’t even come close to it.
At best it's catchy.
Ye Qingyun was very suspicious, was this the so-called Poet of the Tang Dynasty?
That's it?
That's it?
Ye Qingyun felt like laughing in his heart.
But in this situation, he obviously couldn't laugh.
Once you laugh, you will really get into trouble.
"Well, this poem is really good."
Ye Qingyun nodded and expressed his approval of the poem.
Du Wei frowned slightly.
He is very good at observing words and expressions.
To put it exaggeratedly, he can tell a person's state of mind when he speaks and whether he is telling the truth.
Although Ye Qingyun behaved very naturally when he spoke.
But the subtle affectation on his face was still captured by Du Wei.
Du Wei thought to himself, this guy is not sincerely praising my poems at all.
Could it be that he thinks the poems written by me, Du Wei, are ordinary?
"Master Ye, how about you comment on this poem I made?"
Du Wei rolled his eyes and said immediately.
This time, Ye Qingyun was stopped.
It's not that Ye Qingyun doesn't know how to comment, it's just that there's nothing good to comment on about this poem.
The meaning is so simple, I almost have to tell you in plain language.
What's the review?
Would you like to read it again?
"I'm really sorry. I am not very knowledgeable and cannot comment on this masterpiece of yours."
Ye Qingyun said mockingly.
"Amitabha, Holy Son, when you came here, didn't you once say that the great roc rises with the wind in one day and soars ninety thousand miles?"
Huikong on the side was an honest man, and he directly told Ye Qingyun's background.
Ye Qingyun was immediately embarrassed.
I cursed this bald donkey in my heart for not being able to see the situation clearly.
This is simply a trap for yourself.
as expected!
Hearing Huikong say
When these two lines of poetry came out, Du Wei's expression immediately changed.
"The roc rises with the wind in one day and soars ninety thousand miles away?"
"One day the roc rises with the wind and soars ninety thousand miles away!"
"What a heroic poem this is!"
Du Wei exclaimed, and even his voice became trembling.
As a poet saint of the Tang Dynasty, he always believed that his poems were unrivaled in the world.
Everyone who listens to his poems will worship him.
But Du Wei will never be able to write these two lines of poetry in his entire life!
These two lines of poetry alone are enough to disparage the poetry that Du Wei has written for most of his life.
The difference is too obvious.
To use Ye Qingyun's original description of the world, it was a dimensionality reduction attack.
Directly from a higher level to crush all aspects.
At this moment, not only Du Wei, but also everyone else was carefully savoring the two lines of poetry Huikong said.
"These two lines of poetry are so good!"
"Yes! Just reading it once gives me a heroic feeling of looking towards the heaven and earth and soaring into the sky!"
"Oh my God! Were these two lines of poetry also written by Ye Qingyun?"
"Is this person not only a master of Go, but also a good poet?"
For a moment, everyone looked at Ye Qingyun with shocked eyes.
Ye Qingyun was very speechless.
He regretted it a bit.
Why did I recite these two lines of poetry on the flying boat?
I wanted to show off a little bit.
it's good now.
Completely overstated.
It's almost impossible to end.
What should I do?
Ye Qingyun has one head and two heads.
He secretly made up his mind that he would never pretend casually again.
"Did you really write these two poems?"
Yi Tianxing looked at Ye Qingyun in surprise.
Ye Qingyun really wanted not to admit it,
But in this situation, even if he doesn't admit it, no one will believe it.
"I did it."
Ye Qingyun could only smile and nodded.
Yi Tianxing clicked his tongue in surprise, and then looked at Du Wei.
"Lao Du, can you do something similar to the two lines of the poem just now?"
This sentence immediately embarrassed Du Wei. .??.
Du Wei's face turned a little red.
Embarrassed!
As a poet of the Tang Dynasty, Du Wei actually felt embarrassed at this moment.
If he had been asked to compose poems in the past, he would have been able to do it easily. A random poem would amaze others.
But what about now?
Want him to write a poem comparable to the two poems just now?
He really can't do it.
"These two lines of poetry are already perfect, and I was stunned"
To be continued...