Why My Cultivation Method So Different？

3At this moment, everyone stopped moving and shifted their attention to Ye Qingxuan.     0

    

Wang Jun's face showed dissatisfaction and he coldly snorted and said, "Make a poem first!"    

    

Ye Qingxuan smiled and said, "That's good."    

    

Then, he thought of a poem in his mind and teased, "When Young Master Wang comes to challenge again, please don't throw the cup on the table because the cocktail party spilled out."    

    

"After all..."    

    

"Hoeing the weeds is noon, and sweat drips down to the earth. Who would have thought that the dishes on the plate would be so tiring!"    

    

Ye Qingxuan brought out this poem because it was easy to understand.    

    

But who would have thought that when Ye Qingxuan brought out this poem, the hall was unusually quiet, as if it was dead silent.    

    

Ye Qingxuan's face was full of question marks. What's going on? The poem I recited wasn't that stunning?    

    

"Clang!"    

    

The sound of a wine cup dropping to the ground was heard.    

    

Everyone looked at Ye Qingxuan in shock, not because his poem was awesome, but because of his courage.    

    

Lih Feiyu was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped to the ground, it was over... Mr Wuchen was finished. He actually dared to copy Elder Yang's poem.    

    

"Puchi... Ahaha... If you can't write it, then so be it. Why did you plagiarize Elder Yang's poem? " Wang Jun burst into laughter, tears welling up in his eyes.    

    

Elder Yang's expression was extremely ugly. Someone actually dared to steal my poem in front of everyone?    

    

All the scholars and ministers looked at each other in dismay. This person had extraordinary courage. To openly plagiarize in front of the Emperor, he didn't want to be beheaded!    

    

Furthermore, Ye Qingxuan's appearance just now even caused the Empress to reveal a shy expression, how can this Wang Teng tolerate him?    

    

Wang Teng laughed. His smile was so carefree and happy. Damn it, he had already been annoyed by him for a long time! Finally, there was a chance to get rid of him.    

    

Ye Qingxuan could not help but be puzzled. He turned his head and asked Lih Feiyu, "Has anyone written this poem before?"    

    

"Yes, Elder Yang wrote it. It was almost the same as yours. The original sentence was that when the wine arrived at noon, a drop of white wine fell. Who knew that the wine in the cup would be so hard on the granules." Lih Feiyu's heart trembled. As expected, he did not know about this poem.    

    

"As long as it's a poem written by Elder Yang, everyone in the Southern Continent knows about it."    

    

Ye Qingxuan responded with an oh. It was just an ordinary poem, and this was the king of poetry? Your name is Xie Xun!    

    

Oh, my God! You're about to die. What the f * ck are you f * cking shouting at! Lih Feiyu was speechless. He had never seen such a broad-minded person.    

    

"Why are you so sure that I copied it?" Ye Qingxuan picked his ears and said.    

    

The moment he said that, the hall burst into laughter.    

    

"This guy really wants to laugh to death. Elder Yang's poem was written a long time ago. Why are you, a plagiarist, so arrogant?"    

    

"That's right. I memorized Elder Yang's poem as soon as it came out. I was eight years old then..."    

    

"That's right, you really don't need face. Why are you so arrogant when you're a plagiarist?"    

    

"Hahaha, did everyone hear what he said?" Wang Jun pointed at Ye Qingxuan and laughed, as if he wanted to let the whole world know about Ye Qingxuan's embarrassing situation.    

    

"Kid, you copied my poem and are still so arrogant. If you don't give me an explanation today, don't even think about leaving!" Elder Yang blew his beard and glared at him, his face full of anger.    

    

Ye Qingxuan laughed lightly and said, "Who said I copied your poem? Moreover, you didn't write it as well as I did, so why should I copy it?"    

    

When these words came out, it caused another wave of mocking laughter.    

    

"Did you hear that? Hahaha, this kid said that his poems are even better than Elder Yang's."    

    

"Haha, plagiarism is awesome."    

    

" Just looks and no intelligence, it's useless! "    

    

"Hey, hey, hey, our plagiarists are really good at adapting." Wang Jun sneered again.    

    

Ye Qingxuan's face turned dark and he remained silent. Seeing this, Lih Feiyu wanted to stand up and explain, but was stopped by Ye Qingxuan.    

    

Ye Qingxuan's face darkened, and he said coldly, "I didn't copy your poem."    

    

"You didn't copy it? Then prove it to me." Elder Yang was so angry that his eyes were wide open. He was almost ready to make a move. If it wasn't for the Imperial Court, he was afraid that Elder Yang would have already made a move.    

    

Wang Teng rubbed his chin and was watching a good show. He thought that it wouldn't be too late to kill him after watching the show.    

    

Ye Qingxuan said coldly, "If you want an explanation, I'll give you an explanation!"    

    

After saying that, Ye Qingxuan came to the center of the meeting.    

    

He coldly swept his gaze over everyone who was sitting, and the corner of his mouth curled up.    

    

He thought to himself, This is great! I like this kind of scene where I pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger! Thinking back to the past, I was the language class representative!    

    

Ye Xiao kept staring at Ye Qingxuan. If senior brother gave me a look, I would immediately give up my identity!    

    

Ye Qingxuan drank a mouthful of wine, then smashed the wine glass and said slowly, "Are you sure you don't want to write it down on paper?"    

    

"You think the plagiarist deserves it?" Wang Jun was still mocking them.    

    

"Alright!" Ye Qingxuan said slowly.    

    

As soon as he finished speaking, a strong poetic feeling burst out and surrounded the entire hall.    

    

"Thousands of miles of yellow clouds are drifting in the sky. The north wind is blowing the snow."    

    

"No one in the world doesn't know who is the ruler of the road in front of you, and no one in the world doesn't know who is the ruler."    

    

"Liu Bo's Floating Cloud secretly pitied him for more than ten years. He has been away from Jing Luo for more than ten years. His husband was poor and didn't have enough money. Today, we met and didn't have any money to drink."    

    

This was Du Fu's first and second song.    

    

"My lord, the Yellow River comes from the sky, flowing to the sea and never coming back!    

    

"If you don't see me, Gao Tang Mingjing will grieve for my white hair, and his hair will turn into snow!"    

    

" Life must be full of joy, don't let Jin Tukong face the moon! "    

    

"My talent is always useful, when my precious daughter is gone, it will come back again..."    

    

Everyone lowered their heads and thought about it. Wang Jun was shocked. Elder Yang's eyes were wide open, and he had a look of disbelief on his face.    

    

Before he could finish, Ye Qingxuan's voice was heard again.    

    

"Lanling Wine Tulip, a jade bowl with amber light, but it can make Master drunk. I don't know where he is from!"    

    

This song was Li Bai's guest song.    

    

"Those who abandon me shall not be left behind on yesterday's day!"    

    

"Those who disturb my heart, today's day will be filled with worries!..."    

    

Immediately following that, Ye Qingxuan spoke again, saying goodbye to Shu Yun from the Xuan Province's Xie Yun Tower.    

    

"A pot of wine in a flower room, drinking alone without any blind date, raising a cup to invite the bright moon, to Ying Cheng and the other two..."    

    

"Tiny grass with a slight breeze on the shore, Wei Qiang Dukeship!..."    

    

"Don't take it lightly, the young man's hair is white, empty grief."    

    

"The old man is still alive, and his ambition is thousands of miles. The martyrs are in their twilight years, and their hearts are never moved."    

    

"Last night, the West Wind withered the green trees, and he climbed the tall building alone to look at the road to the horizon."    

    

"The clothes are getting wider and wider, but they don't regret it; the people are tired because of it!"    

    

"We looked for her thousands of times and suddenly looked back. That person was at the lamp in the appendix...!"    

    

Waiting for three hundred Tang poems!    

    

Everyone was shocked. This kind of poem was not something you could comprehend!    

    

Every poem here was ten thousand times better than Elder Yang's!    

    

Wang Jun was drenched in sweat and felt a little awkward. This... These poems were not only difficult to write, but also difficult to understand!    

    

Many people lowered their heads in thought, but they could not understand the meaning of the poem.    

    

Elder Yang smiled bitterly. "Why would such a person need to copy? He is millions of times stronger than me. The title of Poem King should belong to him! No... It should be the Poet Immortal!"    

    

Everyone felt that it was reasonable to call him Poet Immortal. Those who mocked Ye Qingxuan lowered their heads in shame.    

    

At this moment, different sized phenomena appeared in the sky. However, Ye Qingxuan and the others who were in the room couldn't see the spectacular scene, so they attracted some unexpected guests.    

    

Although Wang Teng was shocked by Ye Qingxuan's literary talent, he still had to get down to business. After all, a love rival... well, he couldn't be considered a love rival.    

    

"You broke the atmosphere of the hall without permission, what crime should you commit?!"    

    

Wang Teng's voice suddenly sounded!