The voice was loud and clear. Everyone followed the sound and saw a man coming slowly in a wheelchair. Even though he was not good at walking, his character was impressive. In particular, the man's face was like a crown jewel and his temperament was as pure as an immortal.
General.
People can't help but wonder how dazzling he would be if he were healthy?
"Uncle Nine Emperors!"
Dongfang Qingxuan was startled, and hurriedly shouted and came forward.
When Ye Qingran saw Dongfang Mo again, she couldn't help but be startled. She couldn't help but remember that last time she couldn't help but ask him about his leg problem. After he left in a rage, they never saw each other again.
The disciples of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect saw that the person who came was a cripple. Although Dongfang Qingxuan called him Uncle Nine Emperors, they still did not take this person seriously.
"Why do you say that?" disciple Xuanyuan asked.
"Just because my master is Mr. Wuyazi's old friend!" Qingshu spat coldly, his eyes as cold as ice.
Disciple Xuanyuan was stunned.
Everyone here also remembered that in the early years, when Uncle Nine Emperors was traveling abroad, he visited the Xuanyuan Dynasty. Hongru Wuyazi taught in an academy in the Xuanyuan Dynasty.
It is said that Uncle Nine Emperors and Senior Wu Yazi had a very happy conversation and became close friends.
Although the matter has been going on for some time, it is an indisputable fact.
Uncle Nine Emperors stood up at this time, and his words naturally held weight.
However, the disciples of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect were full of doubts, "Even if the Ninth Prince is Wu Yazi's old friend, it can't mean anything. What if Ye Qingran stole the achievements of senior Wu Yazi that have not yet been made public?"
It seems that the Xuanyuan Sword Sect is planning to refuse to admit it.
Dongfang Mo was unhurried, "Senior Wuyazi is traveling in neighboring countries. If you don't believe it, I will send someone to invite him now."
The expressions of Ling Qingwu and others changed.
"Ninth Prince, are you bluffing? We still don't believe it. If Ye Qingran can write such a poem, then send someone to invite Senior Wu Yazi over!"
Disciple Xuanyuan’s words contained an element of gambling.
They bet that Ye Qingran didn't have this talent. Even if the poem was not written by Wu Yazi, it belonged to other great scholars. When Wu Yazi came over to test it, they would know that Ye Qingran actually had no idea, but was good at plagiarism!
However, as soon as they finished speaking, a figure flashed in.
Wearing a black robe and a handsome face, he is clearly the personal bodyguard of the Imperial Master, Fu San.
Fu San smiled evilly, "There's no need to invite him, I've already brought him."
After saying this, everyone was shocked.
Did someone bring it?
who?
No Yazi?
In just a few breaths, a figure walked in, wearing a gray robe, white beard and white hair, sunken eyes, piercing spirit, and an immortal spirit. Who else could he be if he wasn't Wu Yazi?
Wu Yazi was a great Confucian, and his portraits were all over the books, so it was difficult for everyone not to recognize him.
Who would have thought that this amazing scholar would suddenly appear in Donglin!
Even Ye Qingran was shocked.
This world-famous Confucian scholar came just as he said?
She looked at Fu San, her eyes full of doubts.
Is this a coincidence?
At this time, Fu San sent a message through the air: "Miss Ye, my master heard that you were coming to Mingyue Xuan to attend the Fengya Party, so he simply went to a neighboring country in advance to kidnap Wu Yazi... Oh, I invited you here for emergencies.
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Ye Qingran narrowed his eyes?
Looking at Wu Yazi's dusty appearance, I thought he must have been kidnapped!
Poor Wu Yazi, who is very old, still has to suffer such treatment. He is so miserable because of her, and he can't help but feel guilty for a while.
However, Sir, why did you invite Wu Yazi here for no reason?
Everyone stood up to greet this great scholar of the time. Even though he was not a cultivator, he was a respectable person.
The spread of civilization is inseparable from literature and art.
These men of letters are the heroes of the inheritance of civilization.
Senior Wu Yazi was amiable and kind-hearted, especially when he saw Dongfang Mo, he showed a more friendly smile. When asked about Ye Qingran's three poems, his expression suddenly changed.
When everyone saw his reaction, their hearts sank, wondering if this poem was really Wu Yazi's?
"Let me tell you, Ye Qingran's poems were plagiarized from senior Wu Yazi!"
Xuanyuan's disciples would sneer at him whenever he could.
"Who wrote this poem?"
Wu Yazi's tone trembled slightly, which seemed to be suppressing anger in the ears of Xuanyuan's disciples. So they loudly said: "Senior Wu Yazi, it was Ye Qingran who copied your poem!"
After saying that, he did not forget to proudly shoot a provocative look at Ye Qingran.
Ye Qingran, I asked you to plagiarize, now you are going to fail!
"Copied my poem?" Wu Yazi was stunned, then shook his head, a self-deprecating smile appeared on his face as old as tree bark, "I am so ashamed that I cannot write such a poem!"
What?!
Everyone's eyes widened, with a look of horror on their faces.
Wu Yazi, a contemporary scholar, said that he could not write such a poem?!
Doesn't that mean that not only did Ye Qingran not plagiarize Wu Yazi, but it also means that her talent is even better than Wu Yazi's?
Is this possible?
"You just said that this poem was written by Ye Qingran. Who is Ye Qingran? Is she present?"
Eyes fell on Ye Qingran, and it was obvious. Dongfang Mo smiled, pointed at Ye Qingran and introduced: "Senior, this is Ye Qingran, and she wrote these three poems."
Wu Yazi looked at Ye Qingran, his expression became more and more horrified and trembling.
Ye Qingran's heart skipped a beat, thinking about this old man, don't get too excited! What if he gets physically excited and gets hurt, and the world won't kill me to avenge you?
"Girl, you wrote all these poems?"
Ye Qingran pursed her lips and said, "That's right." It was all written by her, so there's nothing wrong with it.
"You are young and have a lot of promise!"
The light in Wu Yazi's old eyes was astonishingly bright, as if he saw the hope for the future of the Central Territory.
Wu Yazi asked some more questions about Ye Qingran's poems. Because Ye Qingran didn't just memorize poems, she was a literary master, so it was easy to answer them.
In addition, she wrote some other poems for Wu Yazi, which excited the old man and regarded them as treasures. He wished he could have them framed immediately and packed in a box to use as family heirlooms!
The two discussed it for a long time. Mr. Wu Yazi was persuaded to leave by his attendants and Dongfang Mo due to physical reasons. Before leaving, the old Mr. invited Ye Qingran to visit the Xuanyuan Dynasty.
After this incident, Ye Qingran's level of poetry and calligraphy was greatly improved. Needless to say, at that time, all the scholars humbly asked for advice. She was obviously above Hong Confucius.
Not to mention the results of the competition.
Ye Qingran was victorious, but Ling Qingwu's level was immediately reduced to ashes.
After Wu Yazi left, Fu San also bent down towards Ye Qingran and stepped back, still shocked in his heart. Their future lord's wife seemed to have something deeply hidden!
Your Majesty, you seem to have found a treasure!
"Oh, if only that prostitute was Miss Ye!" Fu San was startled by his own thoughts.
Why did you suddenly think of that slut?
Everyone else is not doing well!
"Damn female thief, don't let me catch you, otherwise you will make your life worse than death!" Fu San gritted his teeth, imagining in his mind the scene of him tortured and forced to confess to the female thief!