Rebirth of the Entertainment Grandmaster

"Clouds, mist, rain, snow, Milky Way and rainbow, jade dust, ice, beads and curtains. Everything changes so much that if it involves a proposed purpose, it is not a work."

Bai Zhantang walked five or six steps and then read out a poem word for word. This poem was about the scenery of Mount Lushan. The first sentence described the waterfall of Mount Lushan, which was like a rainbow waterfall flying down, splashing water.

The water vapor of the beads resembles clouds, mist, rain and snow, giving people a lifelike and immersive feeling. The same goes for the second sentence "Jade dust, ice and bead curtains", which describes the waterfall as being like a jade curtain, which is very vivid.

There is a turning point in the third and fourth sentences, which points out that this scene is ever-changing, ever-changing, and so ingenious that it cannot be carved by the hands of ordinary people in this world.

"Okay," Mr. Shui Qing exclaimed upon hearing it. This poem is not only a rare masterpiece, but also very suitable for the occasion. It matches and complements Tong Ning's painting.

This Bai Zhantang is indeed very talented.

Mr. Shui Qing has a good impression of Bai Zhantang.

Tong Ning also clapped his hands and shouted "Hello". This poem by Pang Gu Disciple is really a good poem. It compares the waterfall to a Milky Way. It is wonderful. What's even more rare is that his choice of words is like a pearl.

The word is inappropriate, he is more than one level better than his disciple Hua Fang.

Tong Ning couldn't help but glare at Hua Fang, this bastard, he has lost all his face today. If you can't do it, why are you competing with others? It seems that you have to 'teach' him well after you go back.

Pang Gu touched the word "一" with two fingers and smiled with satisfaction. Ziyu's poem made him look good. This poem is not a masterpiece, but it can definitely be regarded as a top masterpiece. It seems that this paragraph

His knowledge has improved again these days.

Luo Yao also felt that Bai Zhantang's poem was quite good. She couldn't help but glance at Ye Tang worriedly. A masterpiece is not a piece of cabbage. It is not that easy to make. I wonder if he has the goods in his stomach?

Looking over with worried eyes, Luo Yao became a little angry again. What was this damn boy doing holding her hand? Hurry up and compose a poem.

Ye Tang was still rubbing her hand, and he looked like he was enjoying it. Luo Yao cursed in her heart, little pervert, and pulled her hand out. Do you want to think about poetry if this continues?

Luo Yao suddenly took out her hand, and Ye Tang secretly said it was a pity. Sister Luo's soft and delicate little hands really made him unable to put them down.

"It's your turn," Luo Yao glared at Ye Tang. You damn boy, you still can't let go, right? If there weren't so many people here, I would have to pluck your ears off.

Hooligans.

"What?" Ye Tang was stunned for a moment, his mind was not on the poem at all.

"Writing poetry," Luo Yao was a little annoyed. He took advantage of her and even distracted her. It was really amazing.

"Oh, come on," Bai Zhantang finished? Why so fast?

Ye Tang didn't even listen to Bai Zhantang's poems, and his thoughts were entirely in Luo Yao's hands.

"Ziqing, do you have any good poems?" Mr. Shui Qing asked with a smile. He didn't know anything about his daughter and Ye Tang's little moves.

Tong Ning and Pang Gu also looked over. Bai Zhantang's poem is a top-notch masterpiece. I wonder what the poem written by this half-grown boy will be like?

Pang Gu felt that it would be difficult for Ye Tang to produce masterpieces that could rival his own disciples. After all, he was still young and his experience and knowledge were beyond his reach.

Tong Ning has some expectations. He knows some details about Ye Tang. Even if he can't write a masterpiece, he should be able to produce a masterpiece, right? Even if it's not an average good poem, it can't be worse than his student Hua Fang.

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"Good poem? Oh, yes, you can write a poem." Ye Tang was too lazy to ramble. He glanced at Tong Ning's painting and asked Hua Fang for a pen.

Hua Fang took out a writing brush, and Ye Tang opened his mouth, glanced at him and said, "There's nothing else but a writing brush?" What nonsense, using a writing brush to write for him, isn't this bullying?

It seemed that he didn't know how to use a brush. Hua Fang smiled crookedly and quickly rummaged through his backpack and found a blue watercolor pen.

When Bai Zhantang saw it, he smiled contemptuously, "Come on, just write poetry, and pretend to ask for a brush. Isn't it embarrassing? Mr. Shui Qing's disciple can't even use a brush. It's really useless."

Ye Tang didn't even look at Bai Zhantang. He took the pen and started writing in the blank space on the left side of Tong Ning's painting. Tong Ning's mouth twitched a little. He didn't know whether this little thing was a good poem, but he went straight to painting.

That’s the topic.

Speechless.

Pang Gu also burst into laughter. This disciple of old friend Shui Qing seemed a bit unreliable.

"It is said that the incense burner produces purple smoke, and you can see the waterfall hanging in front of the river in the distance."

Ye Tang quickly wrote two sentences as soon as he started writing. Tong Ning smiled bitterly. These two sentences were very ordinary, but it was a pity that his painting was ruined.

Pang Gu also laughed. These two lines of poetry were very ordinary. Compared with Bai Zhantang's two lines, they were like heaven and earth. They couldn't be compared.

"It's just that," Bai Zhantang chuckled when he saw it. This little bastard only has this much ability. How dare he snatch Luo Yao from him? Isn't it embarrassing?

Do not overestimate your own capabilities.

Hua Fang, Luo Yao and Mr. Shui Qing didn't say anything, just the first two sentences. What can they explain?

As soon as Bai Zhantang's words came out, Luo Yao gave him a disdainful look and just wrote a few sentences. What are you barking in such a hurry?

Hua Fang knew Ye Tang's ability and looked at Bai Zhantang with some pity. He might be self-defeating if he came to a conclusion so early.

"Floating down three thousand feet, good, this sentence is majestic." Mr. Shui Qing finally laughed. Ye Tang wrote the sentence "Flying down three thousand feet." This sentence is really majestic.

Tong Ning and Pang Gu also nodded. This sentence is really good. The waterfall flows down and is more than 3,000 feet. It is very impressive.

"The sun shines on the incense burner with purple smoke, and you can see the waterfall hanging in front of the river in the distance. The water flows down three thousand feet, okay," Tong Ning called out. This sentence should be the end of the sentence. I wonder what the last sentence will be?

Tong Ning was a little itchy. Judging from this sentence, Old Man Luo's disciples did have a few brushes.

Pang Gu glanced at Hua Fang and said, "Floating down three thousand feet." This sentence is similar to his "straight down thousands of feet", but it is much better than his choice of words. It seems that the disciple of my old friend

It should be inspired by Hua Fang.

Hua Fang was a little embarrassed. The two people's sentences were indeed very similar, but it was obvious that the other party did it better than him. He felt ashamed.

Bai Zhantang despised Ye Tang even more at this time. He copied other people's sentences when he couldn't write a good sentence. He was really shameless.

"Suspect, yes, Yin, He, Luo, Jiu, Tian." Bai Zhantang kept staring at Ye Tang's writing. When he saw the word "Yinhe", his mouth twisted. Oops, not only copied Hua Fang's, but also copied his

The sentence, 'Yunyan, rain, snow, Milky Way rainbow', the waterfall is like a Milky Way rainbow is his sentence.

This little bastard is so shameless.

"On a day when the incense burner produces purple smoke, I can see the waterfall hanging in front of the river in the distance. The water flows down three thousand feet, and I think it is the Milky Way falling from the sky."

"Good, wonderful, majestic." Mr. Pang Gu, Tong Ning and Shui Qing did not have Bai Zhantang's thoughts. Ye Tang finished writing the whole poem, and the three of them all praised loudly. This last sentence was simply a wonderful touch. It was amazing.

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"What a poem, what a poem, little guy. This is a magical poem." Pang Gu's eyes widened. This disciple of old friend Shui Qing is really amazing. It's unbelievable.

Tong Ning also said: "It is undoubtedly a masterpiece. The water flows down three thousand feet. It is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen into the sky. It's a quatrain." Tong Ning couldn't help but swallowed in his throat. Hearing what Hua Fang said was the same thing,

It's another thing to see it with your own eyes.

Amazing.

"Zi Qing, what a poem!" Mr. Shui Qing was so happy that he couldn't help but admire Zi Qing. He actually composed a wonderful poem, which really made him proud.

Hua Fang also had a look of admiration on his face. He looked at him and saw that he meant the same thing, but the sentences he wrote were extraordinary. He was really a monster.

Luo Yao had already been prepared in her heart, and was not overly surprised, but she was still smiling happily, damn boy, you are really good, awesome.

Luo Yao gave Ye Tang a thumbs up. The artistic conception of his poem was much higher than that of Bai Zhantang. It was a masterpiece.

"Shameless! This is shameful plagiarism!"

When everyone was filled with admiration, they heard a sudden loud roar, so angry that it almost shattered everyone's eardrums.

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