Xu Yi said, "If you want to play, I will play with you. However, if you lose, don't bother me."

He saw that Xuan Lengyan had affection for Tao Jingsheng. If Tao Jingsheng was really gentle, he would not bother to get involved.

However, he could hear the transmission of Tao Jingsheng and Su Xingchun clearly, and he was clearly a hypocrite who bets on both ends.

He knew that with his words, Xuan Lengyan could not be touched.

All he could do was to help Xuan Lengyan break the halo of the turbid Shijia Gongzi around Tao Jingsheng.

"Why should Master Yiling bring a thorn in his morning speech? How could Tao not afford to lose? We don't have to worry about it. I also asked Master Yiling to choose one of the 100 pictures he had made before. Let's use this topic as the topic. There is no limit to the subject matter and each one can show its skills."

Tao Jingsheng always looked as gentle as jade, as if he had really practiced without any fireworks.

Xu Yi's spiritual energy was induced, and a painting was revealed, but it was a towering tree among the thorns.

Because it is an image painting, a few strokes outline the image of a giant tree. Even the thorns near the giant tree are also just a few false words.

Tao Jingsheng stood with his hands behind his back, looked up at the sky, and after only three steps, he lifted up the ink pen and began to write.

"After saying goodbye to summer, your heart is gradually softening

The branches of fallen leaves are decorated in autumn wind

Your fiery red beauty is like a lantern

Shining in the dusk where countless forests are dyed

What really understands you will always be

The person who fell in love with you at first sight

…………

At the age of getting older

You will also remember when you were a naughty child

Cut off his fragile shoulders, and

That young and innocent childhood

I fell in love with an ordinary flower

No fragrance

Yellow flowers

”

After just taking a glance, Xu Yi raised his head in surprise and stared at Tao Jingsheng. He could hardly help but exclaim, "Brother, he also came from the earth. I came through it in one year."

Soon, everyone's reaction dispelled Xu Yi's suspicion.

Every time Tao Jingsheng wrote a sentence, someone would chant with him. Later, the chanting became louder and louder, all of which were female voices, with trembling and madness in his voice.

When Tao Jingsheng wrote, a loud shout erupted, and the scene was extremely hot.

"This is the legendary new Dow style. When you see it today, it is well-known."

"The words are simple and straightforward, but every sentence is touching the heart and opening up the atmosphere."

"It seems to be without rhyme, but in fact it is hidden deep. This new style of poetry will definitely be carried forward."

“…………”

Amid the scattered praises, Xuan Lengyan sent a voice to Xu Yi, "Tao Jingsheng's literary talent is a temporary choice, especially this new poem is a very popular new poetry genre in the fairy palace recently, and it was almost carried forward in the hands of Tao Jingsheng. Therefore, I advise you to deal with an ancient style poem. Anyway, the ancient style and the new style are the best, and there have always been many disputes."

Xu Yi sent a voice to him, "Are the poems written to you by the surname Tao, all of them are the same?"

After a while, Xuan Lengyan's face collapsed, "It's a matter of this. If you don't want to discipline you, you're afraid you're going to heaven!"

"Young Master Yiling, it's your turn. By the way, don't you have evil skills or geniuses? Why not write a new style poem so that everyone can see your methods."

Su Xingchun quickly walked to Xu Yi's side, smiling like a flower, "Yes, yes, why are you so stupid? Of course you can't do it. However, Brother Tao has no limit in advance. You can fool an ancient poem. If you have different furnaces in the past and the present, you won't lose face."

Tao Jingsheng clasped his fists and said, "I'm so ugly. Brother Yiling can choose the genre at will. We make friends through literature and do not compete for victory or defeat."

The words were said calmly, but they were already the tone of the winner.

Xu Yi said, "Isn't it just a slutty poem? I'll tell you, even if you are a child with a slutty child in my hometown, you can open your mouth and write twenty or thirty poems. What's the difficulty?"

As he said that, he grabbed the pen, dipped it in thick ink, and wrote onto the paper.

But he saw him write:

If I love you,

It's definitely not like the climbing trumpet,

Borrow your high branches to show off yourself;

If I love you,

Never learn from the infatuated bird,

Repeat monotonous songs for the shade;

Not just like a fountain,

Send cool comfort all year round;

Not only like dangerous peaks,

Increase your height,

Contrast your majesty.

Even sunlight,

Even spring rain.

No, none of these are enough!

I must be a kapok near you,

As the image of a tree stands with you.

The root is tightly held on the ground;

The leaves are touching each other in the clouds.

Every gust of wind passes, we greet each other,

But no one understands our words.

You have your copper branches and iron trunks,

Like a knife, like a sword, or like a halberd;

I have my red flowers,

Like a heavy sigh,

It's like a heroic torch.

We share the cold wave, wind and thunder, and thunder;

We share the mist, the flowing mist, and the rainbow.

It seems to be separated forever,

But they depend on each other for life.

This is great love,

The steadfast is here:

Love - not only love your majestic body,

I love your position,

The land under the foot.

Xu Yi put his pen down, and the whole place was silent.

Xu Yi looked around and saw Tao Jingsheng was stunned. Su Xingchun's pretty face was ashen, and everyone onlookers were thinking about it. A few of the female cultivators who had previously praised Tao Jingsheng actually covered their chests and burst into tears.

Xu Yi's eyes fell on Xuan Lengyan, and Xuan Lengyan's eyes also looked at him. The emotions revealed in those beautiful eyes were extremely complicated, shocked and moved, but more incredible.

"Brother Tao, how does this work compare to yours?"

Xu Yi asked with a smile.

To be honest, although Xu Yi in his previous life was half a literary youth, he really didn't like modern poetry, but this poem to Oak is an exception.

Using trees to describe people, express emotions in things, blending emotions and sincere feelings are the peak of Xu Yi's modern poetry in his heart.

Tao Jingsheng's works are barely considered masterpieces in this world where new style poetry has just begun, but they are compared with the pinnacle of Xu Yi's new style poetry.

It is undoubtedly a difference.

Tao Jingsheng's face disappeared for the first time, his eyelids twitched slightly, and his mouth and tongue were dry, "Brother Yiling is a talent! It was Tao who lost."

The education he had always received made it impossible for him to make things worse in front of so many people.

After all, as long as you are not blind and can recognize the words, anyone can appreciate two works, which one is better or worse.

Just one thing that made Tao Jingsheng very puzzled. How could this young master Yiling be proficient in new style poetry? After all, even in the Immortal Palace, the people who study new style poetry are in that small circle.

Moreover, this work is clearly written in a female tone, which is very wrong.

However, if he doesn't plan to talk more at this stall, he will think that his dignified Tao Jingsheng is really pestering him.

"Miss Xuan, don't you think this place is boring? Why don't we change the place and wait?"
Chapter completed!