Retired Sword God: My Wife Is A Goddess Hunter

Amidst the compliments from everyone, a rebuttal voice suddenly came out, which seemed particularly harsh.

The young man named Wang turned around and saw several figures walking towards this side.

"It's Mr. Yu Yang from White Deer Academy."

"No wonder he is so arrogant. Wang Bing came from Tiande Academy, so naturally he can't get along with Bailu Academy."

When they saw the person coming, everyone recognized their identity.

This is not surprising. Since ancient times, literati have liked to compare each other. We belong to different academies and usually do not like each other very much. In this poetry competition, the relationship is even more competitive.

Even though the deans appear to be harmonious on the surface, they actually want to use this poem to make their academy stand out and attract more young talents.

"Then I want to listen to Brother Yu Yang's masterpiece?" Wang Bing said with a bit of disdain in his tone. He didn't believe that the other party's poems were better than others.

Han Kuangqing stroked his gray beard and told Chu Dieyi next to him to pick out Yu Yang's poems first. Since the young talents present liked to compete, he couldn't dampen everyone's interest. Anyway, he had nothing to do with Hanwen Academy for the time being.

According to the seat assignment, Chu Dieyi quickly found Yu Yang's poems and handed them to the singer next to her to read aloud.

"Yu Yang's poetry has a sad style, using the falling snow and cold wind to describe the joys and sorrows experienced by women in brothels. Wang Bing is slightly inferior."

Those who can be invited to participate in the poetry meeting today must have cultural background. Everyone watching the theater saw that Wang Bing's poem was compared with the previous poem by Yu Yang. Whether it was word choice or conception, the latter was more artistic. .

Knowing that he was defeated, Wang Bing apologized to his dean and left Meixiang Tower dejectedly. Bailu Academy, which was temporarily victorious, began to accept praise from everyone.

Since ancient times, there has been no first in literature and no second in martial arts. The winner can always be judged. This is the charm of poetry.

The dean of Tiande Academy turned dark. Wang Bing is the most talented teacher in Tiande Academy, and the poem just now was full of new ideas. If not for Yu Yang's appearance, Tiande Academy would have been the leader today.

How abominable!

"Haha, it's normal for young people to suffer some setbacks. I believe Wang Bing can write better poems next time. What does Dean Han think?" The dean of Bailu Academy was full of pride. While pulling Tiande Academy away, he did not forget Show off to Han Kuangqing.

"Poetry can be divided into high and low levels, but the talents who came to participate today have no high or low aspirations for learning." Han Kuangqing did not answer directly, but continued to listen to the singer read the poems that followed.

"Old fox..." The two deans of Tiande Academy and Bailu Academy cursed in their hearts at the same time.

In the private room on the second floor.

"Husband, what do you think of the two poems just now?" Qin Hongluan saw Su Han's sleepy look and tapped Su Han's chest twice with her elbow.

"It doesn't matter if you don't listen to these poems. Most of them use snow to describe women's sadness and sadness. There is nothing new. My ears are almost hearing cocoons. It is better to sleep comfortably." Su Han felt that the ideas of these talented people seemed a bit narrow. Who said the rules? Yongxue must be sad or pessimistic?

Moreover, these talented people like to take on women's hearts. Su Han feels that these scholars are a bit perverted. Do they like to take on a certain perspective?

"I think both poems are rare masterpieces." Even if they are placed in the large-scale poetry conferences that attract the most attention, they will not be buried.

Qin Chengan felt that these two people did have some talents and were worth the effort to win over them. After all, they had friends and teachers...

If the family behind it is influential, it would be perfect.

Wait until tomorrow to sort out the most outstanding songs and compile them into a book. By then, these two people may become famous.

Time passes slowly.

The singer recited Qin Chengan's poems, which had good charm and artistic conception. Magistrate Zhou and the three deans praised her a few words, but compared with the poems written by Yu Yang, there was still a big gap.

Han Kuangqing picked up the poem at the back and just glanced at it, but his whole body seemed to have been cast a restraining spell, and it seemed that he could no longer look away.

The singer saw Han Kuangqing's stunned look and didn't know what to do, so she subconsciously looked at Chu Dieyi.

Chu Dieyi shook his head slightly, indicating not to disturb Han Kuangqing.

Everyone in the audience also didn't know the reason and made guesses.

"Could he be some cynical and talented man writing poems criticizing the court?"

"It's very possible. New Year's Eve is originally a happy day. Wouldn't this cause trouble for Dean Han?"

"Shuzi is not a human being!"

Everyone is criticizing the author of this poem. In their opinion, he should be some depressed idiot who vents his dissatisfaction through poetry.

"Brother Han, if this poem doesn't fit the theme..."

"Why doesn't it fit? It fits so well. This poem was written by Su Han from our Hanwen Academy." Han Kuangqing came back to his senses and interrupted the words of Dean Bailu Academy. A touch of pride appeared on his old face. He originally thought that Hanwen Academy would not have any poems today. The opportunity came first, and he didn't expect Su Han to give him such a big surprise.

Today's poetry meeting is over, and Hanwen Academy will dominate the other two academies for a while.

Su Han is quite famous in Guangling City, but that is because his piano skills are unparalleled. I have never heard that Su Han has attainments in poetry.

Chu Dieyi's beautiful eyes flashed with surprise. She was curious about what kind of poem this man could write that would make a great scholar like Han Kuangqing beam with joy.

"The plum blossoms and snow are fighting for the spring but they are not willing to fall, so Sao Renge writes and comments. The plum blossoms are three points whiter than the snow, but the snow loses the fragrance of the plum blossoms." The singer took the rice paper handed over by Han Kuangqing with both hands and recited the poem loudly.

quiet!

The entire Meixiang Building fell into silence, and everyone was savoring Mo Mo's "Snow Plum" in their hearts.

Everyone seems to see that it is the middle of winter, with heavy snowfall and freezing cold weather. Literati and poets invite friends to walk in the snow to look for plum blossoms, drink wine and compose poems. The situation is endless, wonderful and joyful!

Fresh and timeless, the meaning is far-reaching, like the fragrant plum blossoms that have lasted for thousands of years and the falling snow complement each other.

"Fuck!"

There are thousands of words in everyone's heart, but in the end I don't know who said these two words first, which represents the voice of the vast majority of people.

A moment later, a huge uproar drowned the entire Meixiang Tower.

In the private room on the second floor.

Qin Hongluan, Huangfuying, and Qin Chengan kept looking at Su Han as if they were looking at aliens.

"Why are you looking at me like this? It's just a poem." Su Han snatched the remaining half of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake from Lian'er's hand and ate it directly into his mouth.

He had many poems about snow in his mind, but this poem was more suitable for the occasion. If he wrote a quatrain, he might not shock these people.

This girl is still the smartest. Listening to poetry is not as cost-effective as eating delicious food.

"It's just a poem? I'm afraid I will never be able to write such a good poem in my life. If my brother-in-law's words spread, I guess those talented people will have to find a piece of tofu to kill them!" Qin Chengan wanted to pry Su Han's head open and see What's inside.

She has superb piano skills, is proficient in poetry and poetry, and most importantly, her cooking is particularly delicious. No wonder the eldest sister married Su Han.

Huangfuying was also extremely shocked. You must know that Su Han spent most of his time eating delicious food and did not think about the topic at all. The poem he finally wrote was so amazing.

"Husband, how dare you hide this from me!"