Smuggler of Two Worlds

After reading a poem, Yuwen Cheng stood up high and seemed quite satisfied with his work.

Lu Xuezhen and Dong Fangshu were the first to applaud, and several people immediately began to flatter Yuwen Cheng’s poem.

The people standing behind Jiang Fan looked at each other in blank dismay.

They didn’t think there was anything particularly good about this poem. At best, it seemed to be neat that’s all.

The structure is also quite innovative, and everything else seems…very general?

But Yuwen Cheng is well-known, so the few people standing behind Jiang Fan dare not say anything. They just looked towards Chen Ang, wanting to hear about this famous former Imperial College of Supreme Learning Supreme Tutor, what kind of evaluation is it.

However, when they turned their heads and looked towards Chen Ang, they found that Chen Ang’s face did not at all change.

There seems to be nothing to comment on, obviously this poem did not cause any emotional impact on the formation of Chen Ang.

“Old Lord Chen, my poem…what do you think?”

Yuwen Cheng did not at all notice this. Seeing Chen Ang didn’t say anything, he Asked directly expectantly.

Obviously, I am extremely confident in my improvisational poem.

“Well… it’s okay, the structure is good, and the inlay is also impressive. However, the whole poem is not neat, and the words and sentences are too deliberate. But considering the improvisation Poetry is limited, I can barely give a comment.”

Chen Ang raised his eyes and said hesitantly.

“Medium? Just medium? Old Lord Chen, don’t you judge us by your own level. Everyone knows that your Senior’s ability to write poetry and lyrics is not much in Great Zhou. Personally can compare with you, if it is measured according to your own standards, then none of us can get a good evaluation.”

Yuwen Cheng said with a smile, for Chen Ang’s evaluation, Somewhat dissatisfied in my heart.

“old man is not measured according to his own standards, old man is measured according to general standards. This poem is basically useless except for the inlaid structure.”

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Chen Ang glanced at Yuwen Cheng, and said unceremoniously.

Yuwen Cheng complexion stiffened, only then did he laugh twice and stopped talking.

“What about you? Youngster, do you have any poems?”

Chen Ang turned his head and looked towards Jiang Fan and asked.

“Ah…it really is, it’s also a mosaic structure.”

Jiang Fan nodded with a smile said.

Inspired by Yuwen Cheng, he suddenly thought of an unfamous but extremely high-quality poem.

Of all the poems inlaid with numbers, this poem is the leader!

“It’s also an inlaid structure? Oh, are you playing too hard? I guess improvisational poems are too difficult for you, right? So I didn’t have a clue for a while. After listening to my poems, Want to imitate a poem? tsk tsk, do you really think the mosaic structure is simple? Tell you, the mosaic structure is much more difficult than ordinary poems!”

Yuwen Cheng sneered and compared Chen Ang’s comments The dissatisfaction was directly vented on Jiang Fan.

Jiang Fan glanced at Yuwen Cheng, without retorting it, but directly chanted: “One dipper, one li, one boat, one zhang of silk, one inch hook. One sing, one bottle of wine, one person alone Fishing…a river of autumn.”

After speaking, Chen Ang, who seemed to have no energy, his eyes lit up instantly!

Although other people in the teahouse can’t tell how exquisite the poem is, they all think Jiang Fan’s poem is better than Yuwen Cheng’s first sense. That’s so much better!

Even Yuwen Cheng himself and the other two youngsters from Jinling have the same view.

But everyone still turned subconsciously and looked towards Chen Ang.

“Good poem! Fisherman fishing, drinking and singing, a river of autumn, for everyone to enjoy. Although happy, but inevitably hide a lot of depression and loneliness!”

“The first two sentences are almost The line drawing, the last two sentences have infinite meaning. The last sentence, “One person fishing alone, one river and autumn” seems to be a return, but this “fishing” is no longer another “fishing”. Appreciate the autumn scenery of the river and feel the autumn scenery of the river. Imaginary and reality reflect each other’. It can be called everyone’s handwriting!”

Chen Ang seemed to have a lot of energy. While speaking, two Divine Vision, who had read the vicissitudes of life, were constantly patrolling Jiang Fan’s body, seeming to want See Jiang Fan through.

At the same time opened the mouth and said: “youngster, what is your name?”

“Old Lord Chen, are you thinking about asking my name now?”

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Jiang Fan said with a smile.

“Of course! The old man has lived for so many years, and the people I have met are unknown. If everyone knows the name of the old man, then it shouldn’t be exhausted? Of course, only the name worth remembering is needed Go ask.”

Chen Ang said proudly.

“So my name, is it worth remembering?”

“Yes, this poem alone is worth it!”

Chen Ang nodded said.

“Jiang Fan, Jiang of Yangtze River, Fan of Mundane.”

Jiang Fan said with a smile.

He suddenly discovered that this former Imperial College of Supreme Learning Supreme Tutor is not actually an annoying person.

It’s just that he has unique talents, so he will naturally have some unique temperaments.

An early Qing poet Wang Shizhen’s “Timing Qiujiang alone fishing” conquered this former Imperial College of Supreme Learning Supreme Tutor. I really don’t know if I took out a poem by Li Bai Du Fu, How shocking the former Imperial College of Supreme Learning Supreme Tutor will be.

“Jiang Fan? Yes, the old man remembers your name. The first question, the winner, Jiang Fan.”

After Chen Ang read it silently, nodded, then The result of the first poem test was announced directly.

The people standing behind Jiang Fan suddenly cheered.

Even they think Jiang Fan’s poems are better, but without Chen Ang to announce the results, they are still a little worried after all.

Yuwen Cheng’s face was ugly, as if water was dripping. Hearing the cheers around him, he only felt unusually harsh.

Can’t help but gritted his teeth: “Lord Chen! I think this judgment is biased. He uses the same structure as mine. He is obviously imitating my poems! Even if his poems are indeed better than mine. Better, but considering the problem of imitation, should it be a tie?”

“A tie?”

Chen Ang glanced at Yuwen Cheng and said disdainfully: “Two The gap between the poems is so big, you are too embarrassed to say a tie? Want to tie? Yes, you can follow this format and write another poem. As long as you can reach the level of Jiang Fan’s poems, I will count you tied. See if the same is parody, What can you do?”

Yuwen Cheng couldn’t help but open her mouth slightly, and she suddenly felt that she couldn’t get off the stage.

He knew in his heart that Jiang Fan’s poem level was almost impossible even if he had enough time to sculpt it over and over again. Even more how is still improvised.

Even if it is imitation, it is useless if there is not enough level…

The person facing the old man stretched out a hand on the shoulder of Patted Yuwen Cheng and relieved Yuwen Cheng’s embarrassment.

Then he bowed to Chen Ang and said: “Boss, don’t care about Yuwen. He is more anxious, and his speech will inevitably be out of order. The first question is that we lost, please ask the boss to come second. Question it.”