"It's just because you are short-sighted and have never understood secular people, so you don't know the poems I published outside. If you try to understand them, you will know that there are actually many powerful secular people!"
Wang Yuan snorted coldly, he didn't look down on such a short-sighted person.
"I have just sent people to check. These poems have never been heard anywhere, so it is basically certain that they were written by Wang Yuan himself."
Xue Qianlong had heard Wang Yuan write poems before, but she was not as emotional as she was today. Presumably, it was because Wang Yuan was so serious.
Because there were many people who were dissatisfied with Wang Yuan, they all felt that they were more powerful than Wang Yuan and should take part in the martial arts competition to recruit a bride in Wang Yuan's place, so the competition continued.
"Wang Yuan, you are not that great. You have only written two poems. Believe it or not, any poem I can say now is better than yours. If you are really capable, write more!"
"That's right, let's see! You said you are talented, but where are your talents?"
"I'll give you half the time to burn incense. If you can write five poems, we will let you pass!"
The talented people next to them were all talking nonsense, just belittling Wang Yuan and not convinced, but Wang Yuan didn't take it to heart.
It wasn't until the last sentence that Wang Yuan raised his eyes to look at them.
"good!"
The person who was talking just now was speechless for a moment. Unexpectedly, Wang Yuan actually agreed.
In fact, being able to say two poems in such a short period of time is already remarkable. They did this just to make things difficult for Wang Yuan.
A smile appeared at the corners of Wang Yuan's lips. He had received nine years of education back then. How could he not be able to recite just five poems?
If this is the case, it would be a shame for the 300 ancient poems he once memorized!
After carefully recalling the ancient poems he had learned in elementary school, Wang Yuan stood up and drank all the tea in his cup.
"You don't wake up when you sleep in spring. You hear birds singing everywhere, you hear the wind and rain at night, and you know how many flowers have fallen?"
"An old friend bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower in the west. Fireworks descended from Yangzhou in March. The shadow of the solitary sail disappeared in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River could be seen flowing in the sky."
"There is bright moonlight in front of the bed, and I suspect it is frost on the ground. I raise my head to look at the bright moon, but my head is lowered to my hometown."
Just when Wang Yuan recited the third poem, the talented people and poets in front of him were so shocked that they could not even speak.
Everyone's eyes were wide open and they were mesmerized, already immersed in the scenes described by Wang Yuan.
Every single one of these verses is an eternal quatrain. It’s really great!
Even the person who just pointed at Wang Yuan and accused him of plagiarism gradually became addicted to the poems Wang Yuan recited.
"Oh my God, there is such a great writer in this world. How come I have never heard of him before?"
"I have never heard the poems he mentioned before. His talent is so incredible. Only such a person can be worthy of our saint!"
"I was so moved that I wanted to go up and hold his lap and worship him as my teacher!"
"It turns out there are such powerful literati in this world, but we are short-sighted."
Listening to the continuous compliments from the side, Wang Yuan did not pay attention, but carefully recalled the ancient poems he had learned.
This time, he must make all these literati admire him, and let these poems be immortalized here forever!
There is still a long time before half a stick of incense. Wang Yuan can not only write five poems, but even ten or twenty poems!
"Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family members even more during the festive season. I know from afar that my brothers have climbed to a high place and planted dogwood trees everywhere, but one person is missing."
"You asked me if my return date has not yet been announced. It rains at night in Bashan and the autumn pond swells. Why should we cut the candles from the west window together, but say that it rains at night in Bashan."
There were five poems in total, and Wang Yuan recited them as if speaking normally.
"It's amazing, it's really amazing!"
"I have never seen anyone as talented as Wang Yuan. I agree! I agree to let him participate in the saint's competition to find a bride!"
"I agree, it's so awesome, I'm willing to give up!"
"If it were me, I might not have been able to come up with these five poems even a year ago. He also did each of these five poems so beautifully!"
"I used to think that I was one of the rare geniuses in the world. It wasn't until I met Wang Yuan and heard these five poems he wrote that I realized I was wrong!"
Listening to everyone's words of praise for him, Wang Yuan slowly stood in front of Snowshou Zun.
"Within half a stick of incense, I have finished these five poems. I wonder if I can pass the first level of the test."
In addition to completing five poems within half a stick of incense, Wang Yuan also won the admiration of all the literati present.
He has become the person with the highest literary talent present and should pass the first test.
"Okay! Originally, I thought that as a disciple of Taoist Master Qing Yi, you must be quite accomplished in martial arts, but I didn't expect that your talent in literature is so great! I wonder if the clan leaders can let these children pass?"
Xueshou Zun became more and more satisfied with Wang Yuan as he watched. If such a child were to be combined with his daughter, he would definitely be able to give birth to a grandson with great talent!
The other clan leaders did not expect that Wang Yuan's literary attainments were so high. It seemed that they underestimated their enemy.
So many literati and literary giants present bowed to Wang Yuan's talent, how could they not let Wang Yuan pass?
"Hahaha! Taoist Priest Qingyi's apprentice already has such literary attainments at a young age. It is really rare and he should pass!"
"I have no objection either."
"Not bad, really good, I agree to let him pass!"
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The heads of the eight major families expressed their opinions one after another, and finally Wang Yuan unanimously approved it.
Wang Yuan bowed slightly to Xueshou Zun, and then left with Taoist Priest Qing Yi.
Xue Qianlong also took this opportunity to say goodbye to her father and came outside.
"Sir! Please stay!"
Fortunately, Xue Qianlong came out in time and caught up.
After Wang Yuan heard Xue Qianlong's voice, he stopped and turned around.
"Qianlong, what's wrong?"
Seeing Xue Qianlong's hurried look, Wang Yuan thought something big was going on.
Unexpectedly, Xue Qianlong took a careful look at Taoist Priest Qing Yi, her cheeks turning slightly red.
Taoist Priest Qing Yi understood immediately.
"Well, I still have some things to deal with over there. You two should talk first. If anything happens, just come to my room and find me."
After finishing speaking, Taoist Priest Qing Yi disappeared in front of the two of them, as fast as a flash.
"If you have anything to say, just say it."
"Sir, I'm here to congratulate you on passing the first test. So far, I don't know what the second test will be. If I can find out, I'll tell you."
Although Xue Qianlong said she hoped Wang Yuan would stay as far away as possible, in fact, she was very happy that Wang Yuan could come to save her.