Please don't force me to be a god.

"Hiss... What a big tone."

"The Moon-Watching Tower has eight floors, the second highest in Lin'an. Even if the immortal poet comes, it can still carry the prosperous poems."

Xu Wen was also surprised and said: "Teacher, you want to write a poem?"

Zhang Tian nodded and said: "Yes. By the way, I will teach you a truth, just listen carefully."

"The sea is all water."

"The horse has four legs."

"The mountain is all soil."

"The scholar only knows how to talk."

"Uh..."

Everyone was shocked and stunned on the spot.

This poem is really overbearing, they really can't bear it.

They thought that this "teacher" might not have much talent, but they didn't expect him to be so untalented.

But he didn't blush or feel nervous, and dared to recite such a poem in public.

Xu Wen was so embarrassed that he dug his toes into the ground, wishing he could dig the ground and sneak away quietly.

The first three sentences of "poem" were sentences Zhang Tian saw on the Internet.

The latter sentence, improvised on the spot, using poetry to criticize others, is considered original.

Thinking of this, Zhang Tian couldn't help but feel a little happy, and said to Xu Wen: "Not bad, I can write poetry."

"If I were born in this era, I might be like you, a scholar."

Xu Wen said embarrassedly: "Teacher, did you really write this poem?"

"Of course, is there any problem?"

"No...no."

"No, the teacher's poems are like this. No matter how bad you write, how bad can it be? In the future, if you have a poem, just read it out."

Xu Wen's eyes suddenly turned red, and he said: "It turns out that the teacher's self-esteem is to teach his disciples to be brave and not to be bound by the secular eyes. The disciple is ashamed..."

"Hey..." Someone interrupted, "Brother Xu, I don't agree with what you said."

Everyone looked over and saw a scholar with luxurious clothes and a jade-like appearance who took the initiative to stand up.

Then he bowed to Zhang Tian: "My name is Fu Jinyu, nice to meet you, sir."

"Yes." Zhang Tian nodded slightly as a return gesture.

Xu Wen asked: "What do you disagree with?"

Fu Jinyu said: "Sir, this poem is magnificent and lively, and it also teaches people through poetry. It is indeed a rare good poem."

"Wow..."

Everyone couldn't believe it.

There are so many scholars here, and many of them will definitely pass the imperial examination this year. How dare someone lie in public with his eyes open?

Someone shouted, "Mr. Fu, this is not the way to flatter someone."

"That's right, it's really insulting."

"I want to see how this poem is so majestic and lively?"

Fu Jinyu's forehead was slightly sweaty, and he said, "Mr. Fu's poem may look vulgar on the surface, but it actually hides a mystery. It is an extremely rare poem within a poem."

"To extract the hidden poem within a poem, it is:"

"The vast ocean water, the horse galloping with four hooves flying. The scholar's empty talk is just nonsense, and the towering mountains are all piles of dirt."

"Mr. Fu is talking about the vastness of rivers and the world. Let us learn from the horses to gallop freely, and not be complacent with empty talk, thinking that we can see the mountains in the world as piles of dirt just because we have climbed a few floors of a building."

"Wow..." The crowd was in an uproar again.

They are not fools, how could they be distorted by a few words?

"You, you, you... I, I, I have never seen such a shameless person..."

"Mr. Fu, you spend all your talent on flattery, does Lord Fu know?"

"Mr. Fu, I admire your talent. But I can never agree with your character."

Zhang Tian was also a little surprised.

Who is this person?

In the blink of an eye, he refined these vulgar sentences into a barely acceptable poem. He has good talent.

After thinking about it, he instantly realized that the other party recognized him and wanted to help him out.

So he asked: "Your surname is Fu? Who is Fu Wenlin to you?"

Fu Jinyu bowed and said: "It's my ancestor."

Fu Wenlin is the Shaoqing of the Taichang Temple. He once told Zhang Tian that his grandson breathes through his mouth and asked for a way to correct it.

Zhang Tian saw that Fu Jinyu was elegant and did not look like someone with breathing problems. It should be someone else.

"Thank you for your help."

"You're welcome, sir."

Xu Wen saw Fu Jinyu and Zhang Tian talking and laughing, and immediately felt his position was threatened.

Usually, it was his job to interpret the words of the immortal master, so why did an outsider come to interfere?

However, he couldn't help asking: "Teacher, is the poem in the poem just now really your deep meaning?"

Zhang Tian said unhappily: "What do you think? The public sentiment here is turbulent, and it's not the time to write poems. Let's go upstairs."

Amid the public's condemnation, Fu Jinyu followed Zhang Tian and wanted to go to the fifth floor.

Zhang Tian changed his mind.

To play the pig and eat the tiger, you need real skills.

If you leave with the image of a "pig", you won't be a fool.If he fought back, he would be a real pig.

So he walked and chanted:

There is a Peach Blossom Temple in Peach Blossom Valley, and under the Peach Blossom Temple is the Peach Blossom Fairy.

The Peach Blossom Fairy planted peach trees and picked peach blossoms to exchange for wine money.

When he was sober, he sat in front of the flowers, and when he was drunk, he slept under the flowers.

Day after day, half drunk and half awake, flowers fall and bloom year after year.

………………

People laugh at me for being too crazy, I laugh at others for not seeing through.

No tombs of heroes in Wuling, no flowers and no wine, just hoeing the fields.

As Zhang Tian chanted more poems, the surging accusations of the scholars behind him became smaller.

In the end, there was even silence, with only Zhang Tian's voice chanting.

The artistic conception of this poem was transcendent and it was impossible for an ordinary person to write it.

The people present were all scholars preparing to participate in the imperial examination, and they could naturally tell the good from the bad at a glance.

Many people couldn't help but doubt their judgment just now.

How could someone who could write such a peerless poem recite such vulgar verses?

Maybe it was really as Mr. Fu said, a poem within a poem.

Thinking about it this way, I felt that this was the most reasonable explanation.

Otherwise, how could a gentleman and a young talent be vulgar and shameless?

It must be that we are not talented enough to understand their deep meaning.

Yes, it is me who is not talented enough.

Seeing that Zhang Tian was about to disappear in the stairwell, someone hurriedly said: "Sir, wait for me, I was wrong."

"I was wrong too, sir, take care."

As he said that, a large group of people followed him like a swarm of bees.

Fu Jinyu was originally a little complacent about helping Zhang Tian out of trouble.

After listening to this "Peach Blossom Cottage", he suddenly felt ashamed and felt that he was showing off his skills in front of an expert.

Maybe the song "Oh, the Sea" just now really has a deeper meaning. I was just flattering the horse and hit the horse's leg.

Go up to the fifth floor.

Wherever I look, I see paintings everywhere.

There are also more than a dozen tables for scholars to paint, and the pens, inks and pigments are all available.

Originally, it was quite quiet here, with only a few people either appreciating or painting.

Suddenly, dozens of people came up, and the whole fifth floor suddenly seemed a bit crowded.

However, the first thing that everyone saw when they came up was not the paintings, but the soldiers.

In front of a painting, a red rope was pulled, and two soldiers stood next to each.

Obviously, it was to prevent others from getting close to the painting.

Someone shouted, "Oh my god, that's the new work of Master Yan Zhuoshan. He actually put the new painting here?"

"I heard that Master Yan had a breakthrough in his technique and artistic conception after being enlightened by the immortal. I wonder how high his level is?"

"Oh, I should have come up earlier. Why didn't anyone notify us?"

"It's not too late now."

"Not too late? Look at how many people are around? When will it be our turn? How long can we watch?"

Everyone didn't care to follow Zhang Tian, ​​and rushed to the red rope to appreciate Yan Zhuoshan's new painting.

Zhang Tian, ​​Xu Wen, and Fu Jinyu were not in a hurry.

Their status was transcendent. If they really wanted to see it, they could just ask Yan Zhuoshan for a painting, without having to squeeze around.

Zhang Tian looked around and saw that most of them were freehand Chinese paintings, and he immediately lost interest.

He had seen all of Yan Zhuoshan's paintings, and he couldn't see the reason for them. These low-level paintings were even less interesting.

"Let's go up to the sixth floor."

"Yes."

The three of them came to the sixth floor.

Compared to the noise downstairs, it was very quiet here, with only a few "click" sounds coming from time to time.

There were twenty or thirty chessboards placed upstairs, and someone was already playing chess quietly.

As soon as he came up, Xu Wen looked delighted, and raised his eyebrows to Fu Jinyu and said, "Next game?"