When everyone heard this, they were excited.

"In order to eat the Inquiry Fairy Fruit, you must think about it carefully!"

"Today, I have to come up with a poem that I admire in the immortal Cangsong!"

"I want to eat the Immortal Fruit of Asking the Dao. I want my fellow Taoists to come over and help me write poems to win the Immortal Fruit of Asking the Dao!"

The onlookers were very greedy. Some began to think, some sent voice transmission coders, and some started to write poems.

The atmosphere was extremely high, which caused the onlookers who were playing the piano, calligraphy, games, and dancing to come and watch. Some fairies stopped dancing, and some old Taoists stopped playing chess, and they all came to write poems to eat and ask the Tao.

"Ha ha!"

Looking at the warm atmosphere, the immortal Cangsong laughed loudly and was very happy.

"Cangsong Immortal, how do I do this poem?"

Someone asked.

After seeing it, Cangsong Immortal shook his head and said, "No, no, I can't intoxicate me."

Someone picked up his pen and started writing.

"Cangsong Immortal, where is my poem?"

After seeing this, Cangsong Immortal shook his head: "It's not good, it's worse than the one in front."

"Fellow Daoist Cangsong, how did I do this?" asked an old Taoist.

Cangsong Immortal laughed and said, "Fellow Daoist Longlin is doing a good job in this poem, but it lacks a little feeling and cannot make people feel endless. You have to continue to work hard!"

Young people, fairies, old Taoists, and children all took their pens and wrote poems.

However, no poem written can satisfy the immortal Cangsong.

"The poems written by these immortals feel very good. This immortal Cangsong is not as good as one of them. The requirements are really high!" Duoduo couldn't help but sigh.

Xiao Jinse covered his mouth and smiled, "Cangsong Immortal, a great writer in Xianzhou City, has written a lot of poems and was compiled into the school by the court to let students all over the world learn. You can imagine how high the poetry attainments of Cangsong Immortal are."

"Not to mention that the poems made by people in the market are not favored by the old man, even the poems made by the Grand Secretary of the Hanlin Academy of the imperial court are not favored by the Cangsong Immortal."

Ye Chen said with great interest: "Is that awesome?"

"Of course!" Xiao Jinse said: "Even the Immortal Emperor admires the writing style of Cangsong Immortal and wants to invite Cangsong Immortal to the court to become an official. You can imagine how profound the Immortal Cangsong Immortal is in poetry."

Duoduo leaned against Ye Chen's ear and said, "Dad, take the poem by the poet Li Bai to see if you can get this sage fruit for the Tao."

Ye Chen laughed.

He was thinking this way.

He was not good at writing poetry. As the saying goes, 360 professions are the top scholars in every profession. What Ye Chen is proficient in cultivation is that he is not very good at practicing. In fact, his attainments in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are not high at all.

But he still has a set of poems from literati on earth.

But he decided to wait and see first.

This thing is too urgent, so let others go first, and when they make hundreds or thousands of poems, Cangsong Immortal's vision is weak and disappointed with everyone, he will give a poem by the immortal Li Bai to surprise Cangsong Immortal. Perhaps this question is his.

If you do it now, the Cangsong Immortal is in a hurry. Maybe he has too high vision and will not look down on it.

I don't know how long it took.

At least thousands of people have written poems.

"well!"

The immortal Cangsong sighed.

"It seems that no one can eat the immortal fruit when I ask you!"

He looked discouraged.

"I'll have one!"

Xiao Jinse wanted to show his talent in front of Ye Chen, so he came to Cangsong Immortal with a smile.

Cangsong Fairy smiled and said, "Miss Jinse, your piano is the best in the city. No one dares to deny this, but I have never heard of it. If you can write a poem, are you sure you want to have one?"

Xiao Jinse smiled and said, "Just show me something ugly, Immortal Cangsong, just don't laugh at me."

"Ha ha!"

The immortal Cangsong smiled and said, "If you don't have a joke, I'll just have a song to enjoy with me."

"Uh-huh!"

Xiao Jinse mentioned it, thought for a while, and said, "Then I will write a poem with the piano as the title."

After saying that, she wrote: A branch of Chen Yu was standing on her knees, and only this is the only thing I know about. The crane was ruined late at night and went to sleep until the moon sets in the empty mountains.

"how?"

She put down her brush and asked with a smile.

After seeing this, Cangsong Immortal smiled and shook his head: "Without that artistic conception, I can't reach the point where I can appreciate it."

Xiao Jinse curled his lips in disappointment.

At this time, Ye Chen walked up and said, "Old man, this is not OK, that is not OK. You should give me a song, let me see your achievements, and I will give you another song, let's compete."

"Hey!"

Cangsong Immortal said dissatisfiedly: "Young man, are you suspicious of my strength?"

Ye Chen smiled and said, "How strong are you? I first came to Xianzhou City. I really don't know. I will make a song that I can see. I will know your strength. Otherwise, if you say nothing, I will not admit how strong you are in poetry."

"good!"

The immortal Cangsong immediately picked up his pen and said, "Then I have the master of the piano, so I will write a song for you to see!"

After saying that, he wrote: On the seven strings, listen to the cold wind of the pine wind quietly. Although he loved the ancient tune, many people today do not play it.

"What a poem! What a poem!"

The people around them praised them one after another.

"The poems written by the immortal Cangsong is different!"

Xiao Jinse couldn't help but admire him.

"That's it?"

Ye Chen couldn't help but feel funny: "I don't feel very awesome at this level, right?"

The face of the immortal Cangsong couldn't help but look ugly, and he said, "I am sighing, the seven-stringed piano, so few people sigh now. There was an ancient tune that I liked to listen to very much, but now I can't hear it. I expressed it with this poem. Isn't it enough?"

Xiao Jinse said to Ye Chen: "Immortal Cangsong, I feel very emotional and very good at using this poem to express my regret for not hearing an ancient tune."

Ye Chen shook his head: "I think it's very ordinary."

As soon as this said, the immortal Cang Song was furious and handed the brush to Ye Chen, angrily: "Come on, come on, if you have the ability, you will be incompetent, you will be shameful to slander my poetic achievements here, do you know?"

"that is!"

An old Taoist made a frustration for the immortal Cangsong: "If you have the ability, show your ability. If you don't have the ability, don't underestimate others, otherwise it will make people look down on you even more!"

"Come on! Come on!"

The people around them also expressed dissatisfaction with Ye Chen.

"I'll do it if I come."

Ye Chen took the brush and said, "Play the paper, I'll open your eyes to you."

"snort!"

Cang Songxian's beard was floating up, and he threw the poem he wrote aside, spread a white letter on the table, and said, "Come on, come on, I want to see how much you have in front of me!"

He didn't believe that this arrogant boy had his poetry attainments above him.

Because in his opinion, the literary masters are very gentle, and this kid is very rude and has no slightest towards the literary master. Instead, he looks like a martial man and a reckless man!

In fact, he saw it right.

Ye Chen is a martial artist.

However, the place where he was reborn was a place where literary masters gathered, leaving behind many beautiful poems that have been passed down through the ages. Any stolen one can crush the immortal Cangsong.

"I'm here, don't worry."

Ye Chen dipped his pen with ink, so he searched for a while and said, "Then I will focus on the piano, let me give you a song to appreciate."

"I wash my eyes and look at you!"

Cangsong Immortal planned to criticize Ye Chen after he wrote it out.

"Then you're ready."

Ye Chen said, writing: The brocade zither was fifty strings, one string and one pillar were all thought of the years. Zhuang Sheng was confused about the butterflies in the morning dream, and Emperor Wang was entrusted with the spring heart. The moon was bright in the sea and the pearls had tears, and the sun was warm in the blue field, and the jade produced smoke. Can this love be remembered? But it was already lost at that time.

After writing, Ye Chen threw the pen aside and asked with a smile: "How about the old man?"

The immortal Cangsong looked at this poem and was immersed in it, but he couldn't come back to his senses.
To be continued...