I Evolved The Heavens

Xia Yu and Ning Caichen also stepped forward and took one, secretly pondering after opening it.

Yang Yi has opened all four pieces of paper: West Lake, Chunri, Lotus, and Feilai Peak.

When he saw these four themes, he already had the corresponding verses in his mind.

The history of this world has changed since the end of the Tang Dynasty, so there is no Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing in this world, and he has a lot of choices.

Xia Zining asked enthusiastically: "How is it, how is it, Yang Dage?"

Yang Yi smiled slightly and said, "I already have it."

"Ah, Yang Dage, you are amazing."

Xia Zining exclaimed in surprise: "I knew that these four poems are definitely not difficult for you."

Her voice alarmed the people around.

Everyone looked different, but they were basically suspicious.

This person has only finished reading the theme, and he has already written four poems. How is this possible?

Even Ning Caichen was a little skeptical.

Only Xia Yu's eyes were slightly bright, and there was a moving splendor in her beautiful eyes.

Yang Yi took a piece of paper and said, "This is West Lake. I said, "The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. If you want West Lake to be better than Xizi, light makeup is always suitable." "

To get to the second level is basically someone who has real talents and learns.

They can judge whether a poem is good or not.

So when Yang Yi talked, they collectively became silent and dumbfounded.

How can this be!

Such a masterpiece can be passed down through the ages, how can it be made in such a short time?

"For the spring days written on this, I wrote'Selling for Beauty on the Qiantang Riverside, the boundless scene is new. When I get to know the east wind, spring is always in bloom.'"

Wow!

Everyone was in an uproar, and it was the second song so soon.

Although the quality is slightly inferior to the previous one, it is also a good one.

At their level, even if it is given a year to sculpt, they can't write such a verse.

"This is written as a lotus. I wrote,'After all, in the middle of June in the West Lake, the scenery is not the same as the four o'clock. The lotus leaves in the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus is red in the sun.'"

"Hi, this is already the third song, and the quality is still good, it can definitely be passed down through the ages!"

"Who is this person, how could he have such a good poetry talent, is this cheating?"

"Think about it, everyone, is there a Junjie named Yang in Zhejiang?"

"I haven't heard of it, I have no impression at all."

"There are three great talents in Zhejiang. If you add Brother Zhu, you can say that they are four, but none of them have the surname Yang."

...

The people around were already shocked, and the three great poems came with their mouths open.

Even if the immortal poet Li Bai came, he probably had to kneel.

They stared at Yang Yi's hands, expecting in their hearts, but they didn't want the other party to pick up the last piece of paper.

The expectation is naturally to witness history and the rise of a poet.

Regardless of the future, the name of this person's poetic talent must be passed down to the world, and will last through the ages.

Today's grand event will also be memorized and talked about by future generations.

As witnesses, they cannot and may be mentioned by later generations.

As for the lack of hope, it was naturally because they had ridiculed each other before. If this person wrote four excellent poems in a row, wouldn't they be slapped in the face.

Of course, they have been beaten in the face now, but at least they haven't been beaten and swollen yet.

In the eyes of everyone, Yang Yi picked up the last piece of paper and smiled lightly: "This is written on Feilai Peak. I wrote'Feilai Peak on the Tower of Spirited Away. I heard that the cock crows and rises. Don’t be afraid of floating clouds to cover your eyes, and you are at the highest level.’”

boom!

The surroundings were completely exploded.

"How is it possible, the fourth poem, he actually wrote four poems in one go!"

"Oh my God, how did he do it."

"The exit is a chapter, maybe it's him."

...

Ning Caichen was already dumbfounded. He always knew that Yang Yi's academic performance was better than him, but there must be a limit to this ‘good’.

But today he realized that compared with Yang Yi, he might be a thousand miles away.

He looked at Xia Yu's beautiful face and those eyes that had been calm and unwavering. At this moment, he looked at Yang Yi with brilliant colors, with appreciation and admiration.

For no reason, there was a sorrow in his heart.

Why!

It is said that a gifted man and a beautiful woman, he can not be called a gifted man, how can he be with a beautiful woman?

Perhaps, Brother Yang is her best friend.

Xia Yu's heart was shaken. Yang Yi is not only a painting, no one in the world would like to compare it; he did not expect that even this poetry talent is so unparalleled in the world.

Even if it is a thousand years ahead, it is difficult to find a comparable.

In the presence of the scene, perhaps only Xia Zining and the two guards behind her were not shaken.

The latter two are martial arts, and at best they can read and hyphenate; while the former is completely uninterested in poetry, and can't feel the shock of writing four such good poems in a row.

"Haha, good, good, good!"

The middle-aged scribe laughed, he put down the brush in his hand.

I saw a blank piece of white paper on the desk, on which four poems written by Yang Yi were recorded in cursive script.

He said to Yang Yi: "What do you call the little friend? How can you not have a signature for such four masterpieces? Oh, yes, you have passed all four poems, you can take three people to the next level."

Yang Yi smiled slightly: "Yang Yi."

...

Wangshan Pavilion.

The scenes that took place in the second level were all presented in the mysterious mirror.

Wang Yangjun and the others were also shocked. These are four consecutive songs, in such a short period of time, and the capital is a fine product, which can be passed down through the ages, even if they are not able to make it.

Being proficient in the essence of Confucianism is completely different from writing poetry.

Throughout the ages, there have been few great Confucian scholars who are good at writing poetry, because poetry needs sensibility, and those who really do scholarship are often very rational.

Xia Yuan frowned. He looked at Xia Yu, and there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity in his heart.

But at this time he was also shocked by the poetic talent Yang Yi showed, so he didn't pay much attention to Xia Yu. With his status, women were not very attractive to him.

Xuezheng Zhu Xiaochun touched his palm and praised: "Such a poetic talent really needs a gift from heaven. This person has the qualities of a poetic fairy. He is truly unprecedented, and I am afraid that he is also a newcomer."

Everyone nodded one after another, and people who could write such four good poems in an instant could not be found throughout history.

...

In the small courtyard.

The noisy scene, it took a long time to calm down.

Everyone looked at Yang Yi's eyes, and only awe was left. This person was really awesome.

Perhaps inspired by Yang Yi, Xia Yu's mind flashed, and she soon made a poem. Her theme was "Willow Tree", which was barely qualified.

Although only barely passing, it is not easy to be able to make a qualified poem in such a short time.

Now among them, only Ning Caichen is left.

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