Laoshan Taoist Chapter 29: Fighting poems

　　 After just two days of getting along, Dean Qiu only knew that Wang Yan's martial arts was good and his character was good. After all, with such a master of Taoism there, the apprentice would not be bad. .

　　 It’s just that he didn’t expect that Wang Yan would dabble in literary talent. He even provoked this Jiangnan talented He Dazhi and threatened to challenge him.

　　"The Daoist came to participate in the scholar's conference as a guest of honor. How can the monks participate in the competition among the scholars?"

　　 Li Pingshi coldly said such a sentence towards the two Wang Yan, the meaning of which is self-evident, is to prevent them from confronting each other.

　　"What Li Pingshi said is reasonable, this trip on the trail is only to observe the demeanor of the scholars, and besides the trail, I am so ignorant and shallow. I really dare not accept the challenge of the talented He, and it is rude and rude!"

　　Wang Yan didn't want to cause trouble anymore, so he refused repeatedly.

　　 "Well! In that case, Mr. He, according to the old man, you don't have to be tough anymore!"

　　 Dean Qiu doesn’t know how Wang Yan’s talents are? I don't know what's going on between them, but in the final analysis, He Huailiang is a talent of one party after all. He surrendered himself to challenge a Taoist priest, fearing that he has ulterior motives.

　　 In order to prevent the face of the old friend from being dull, and to prevent his disciples from embarrassing in front of everyone, Dean Qiu also made a round of words.

　　"Dean Qiu! I am not a person who does not understand etiquette, but if you can't fight him today, I will have no face to write poems from now on. I also ask President Qiu, and everyone to complete!"

　　When things happened to this point, He Huailiang was also excited, and he was very firm in his thoughts.

　　"Bold! He Huailiang, you are so majestic! Dao Master has already said not to compete with you, and Dean Qiu also spoke in person. You don’t need to put my teacher in your eyes. Is it Dean Qiu? Don’t you give me a lot of face?"

　　 Master Li Ping was furious, flushed, and scolded, patted the table.

　　The rest of the scholars are talking about it, and they don’t know what medicine they sell in the gourd?

　　He Huailiang was so helpless at the moment, he couldn't help but laugh twice.

　　"The trees by the side of the inkstone in my family are all blooming with light ink marks. Don’t praise the color, just leave the fresh air to the world!"

　　 He recited the poem word by word.

　　"I believe that many scholars here have heard of this poem! This poem was written by a Taoist. Who do you think that Taoist will be?"

　　 was full of uproar.

　　The generations who came here to learn from each other, there are scholars from the four major academies, there are also literati who have wandered around the world, and there are also students from other local academies.

　　 This poem has just appeared for two days. Perhaps not many people know it, but many of the scholars at the local academy have heard of it.

　　 "I see, he is the one who made this poem."

One of the 　　 responded quickly, and pointed the finger at Wang Yan, exclaiming in exclamation.

　　 "Yes! My classmate told me about this poem! Why didn't I expect it? It's really..."

　　 Someone woke up in a dream, and suddenly slapped their head with their hands.

　　 "I said he wanted to challenge him for stalking and stalking the talented scholar. It turned out that there was a reason!"

　　As a result, everyone suddenly realized.

　　 Not only that, even people who have just heard of this poem, think about it carefully in their minds, and feel that it is full of artistic conception, and it is indeed a good poem.

　　 Dean Qiu was slightly startled, and after recollection, he cast a strange look at Wang Yan.

　　 The news spread quickly, and naturally he had heard of this poem, but he did not expect that the poet composer was by his side.

　　"Wang Daochang, this poem is really made for you."

　　 Dean Qiu asked incredulously.

　　"No! This poem is not written by Xiaodao, but Xiaodao draws on the works of the ancestors. I blame Xiaodao for failing to explain clearly before. It is inevitable that Mr. He has misunderstood!"

　　 Wang Yanyi spoke upright and tried his best to shirk.

　　"The work of the ancestors? Huh! Dare to ask the Taoist leader, who is the surname of this ancestor? Which dynasty and generation is it? Are there records in poetry and books? Can there be textual research?"

　　He Huailiang stepped forward two steps, reluctant and unforgiving.

　　"This... Mr. He! Xiaodao has no intention of chasing fame and fortune, so why bother with you?"

　　 Wang Yan is speechless for a while, he can't say the poetry of this other world, right?

　　 And even if you say it, will these people believe it?

Master 　　 was sitting next to him. If he said that this poem came from other worlds, how did he know? Relying on the master's profound cultivation, will it arouse suspicion? Can his origins be preserved?

　　 "Hahahaha! I can't tell you anymore!"

　　He Huailiang laughed out loud, as if he had succeeded in the trick.

　　 "Dao Master, I didn't mean to force you, and there is no malice. I just want to verify it, and I'm just asking for peace of mind! No matter what the result is, I will make sure that Dao Master's Qingxiu will never be disturbed!"

　　 At this moment, the other scholars around are also unknowingly in a high mood. If the poem was really written by this Taoist priest, it can be seen that this person's literary talent must be no less than that of He Huailiang.

　　 The collision and duel between the two masters is such a grand event, a rare encounter in a century, but they don’t think it’s too big to see the excitement, so naturally they also helped He Huailiang talk about it.

　　 "Master Dao, Mr. He is very kind, so please agree!"

　　 "Yeah! The Taoist master is talented, why should he hide his own? It's okay to take it out and let me open my eyes!"

　　"A big man acts like a little girl when he is bright and heroic, so twisty!"

　　Wang Yan couldn't think that a poem he copied at random in order to get away would cause him such a big trouble.

　　"Wang Yan, kindness is difficult, so you don't want to refuse any more! Today is to meet friends with poetry, regardless of whether you win or lose!"

　　The old Taoist priest didn't want to go on like this again, and didn't want to embarrass Dean Qiu. Since the other party insisted on competing, he simply fulfilled his wish.

　　 Master has life, it is not easy to defy, and he also wanted to end this trouble as soon as possible, so he simply agreed.

　　 Li Pingshi knew that he couldn't stop him, so he didn't bother to take care of it anymore, sitting on the side sulking.

　　 With the dean’s order, the duel between the two officially began. The crowd was full of guests and there was no one who dared to rush, waiting quietly.

　　 "The Daoist! He has made a concession!"

　　 The two sides met with each other. He Huailiang didn't hesitate to take the lead, and chanted poems under proudly standing next to him.

　　"The north wind rustles the cold clothes, and the wanderers return to their hometown. It is not feasible to break the sticks and straws, and the red dust is easy for the elderly to not get together! Flying geese know that I am suffering from the sky, and I would like to send Xijing for family letters. In this life, the old side regretted it and hardly sobbed. It’s hard to talk to yourself!"

　　 After reciting a seven-character rhyme poem, even the dean was immersed in it, and everyone present stroked their palms and applauded.

　　 looked at Wang Yan, this was just a temptation from him.

　　Wang Yan didn't panic, searching for the ancient poems he had learned in his mind, but in a moment, he had the best answer.

　　"Flying far beyond Jingmen, come to travel from Chu State. The mountains follow the plains, the river enters the wild stream~IndoMTL.com~The moon is flying into the sky, and the clouds are born in the sea building. Still pity the hometown water, thousands of miles to see the boat off."

　　 Clouds and waters flow, without pause, all in one go.

　　The poem written by the other party roughly means the feeling of homesickness and regret when a wanderer returns to his hometown.

　　 Once the two poems are compared, the judgement is made.

　　 Dean Qiu almost petrified on the spot. He never thought that this seemingly young Taoist priest would have such an amazing literary talent.

　　"When I was young, I had high ambitions, studied poetry and books, and I had more than ten years of net..."

　　……

　　"Sigh the red dust, sigh the red dust! Red dust is easy to grow old, duckweed is easy to scatter..."

　　 One poem is no good, He Huailiang continues to the next one, lose again, come again! In the end, even the famous work "Sighing the Red Dust" was moved out.

　　 The confrontation between these two great talents is truly brilliant. Everyone listened carefully and experienced it carefully. For fear of missing something, they were shocked and curious.

　　"If you don’t see you, the water of the Yellow River is coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never return! If you don’t see you, Gaotangmingjing’s sad and white hair, the morning is like a green silk and snow... , And sell the eternal sorrow with you."

　　 In a twinkling of an eye, you and I have made no less than three or four songs each.

　　 After finishing the song "I will enter the wine", Wang Yan didn't have much reaction. His reserves are more than that.

　　 Looking back at He Huailiang, he was already sweating profusely, and he could no longer resist.

　　 When the opponent’s last word ended, he couldn’t bear it after all.

　　"The leader is talented, I'm next... I gave up!"

　　 His face was extremely ugly, and he let out a long sigh.

　　 There is no longer any need to compare.