Chen ang snorted.


    He poured himself a cup of tea. After drinking it, he said, "the world of mortals is full of flowers. The world is addicted to it. It''s hard to fill up their desires. In just a few decades of cold and summer, they are asking but can''t give up, and don''t hesitate to die in a flash."


    "When I came to my head, I found that everything was vain, but I was old. It was really a great sadness that I had no time to waste. The second question... Let''s take ''the world of mortals'' as the topic. It doesn''t matter whether it''s'' seeing through'' or ''indulging'', just make it."


    With that, Chen ang poured himself a cup of tea.


    This time, I didn''t drink a mouthful, but tasted it slowly.


    The world of mortals?


    The dozen scholars in Heyang city looked at each other.


    Compared with the first question, the scope of this topic is undoubtedly much narrower, but it is also much more difficult!


    At least for young people, the word "red dust" is too profound and does not have enough experience and understanding. If it is only piled up with words, it will eventually appear flashy and inferior.


    What''s more, it''s still impromptu poetry, which needs to complete the creation of poetry in a very short time.


    Under various conditions, the problem of "red dust" is like a nightmare.


    The three of Jinling frowned directly and thought hard. Yu Wencheng, who had just lost a game, couldn''t help pacing back and forth.


    In contrast, Jiang Fan still sits leisurely on the chair, crosses his legs, pats his shoulder, and signals Lin Wanqing standing behind him to rub his shoulder.


    Lin Wanqing is very obedient on such occasions with outsiders. Basically, she will do whatever Jiang Fan asks her to do.


    So even if he was not very skilled, he gently pressed Jiang Fan up.


    With the strong support of the martial arts realm, the power of kneading is wonderful to the top. In addition, it can be dredged through the Qi in the body, which makes this kneading very comfortable for Jiang Fan even if it is unfamiliar.


    So Jiang Fan leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes and enjoyed it attentively.


    Chen ang didn''t look at anyone. After Jiang Fan finished his first poem, his eyes always focused on Jiang Fan.


    In fact, the reason why the second question came up with the title of "red dust" is entirely to test Jiang Fan.


    He wants to know what level Jiang Fan''s poems have reached!


    The poem on the first question amazed Chen ang. The level of the poem, even Chen ang himself, can only be done when his emotions occasionally arrive in his life.


    Basically, Chen ang is very convinced that Jiang Fan''s first poem has reached the height of his poetry.


    And Jiang Fan still improvised poetry! This is terrible!


    No wonder several masters worshipped by King Wu''s residence rated them as the first poetic talent of the great Zhou Dynasty. They really have real skills!


    When today''s competition is over, it seems that I must find the poems made by Jiang Fan and have a good look at them.


    See what kind of works can get such a high evaluation!


    Chen ang thought silently in his heart.


    Almost after the tea time, the mature young man suddenly cleared his throat and broke the silence.


    "Boss Chen, I''m ready."


    Chen ang turned his head to the mature young man and nodded slowly.


    The young man took a deep breath and said in a loud voice, "I haven''t heard the bitterness of the world of mortals when I was young. After ten years outside the dragon gate, I have returned to my hometown as a local sage. Living in a poor and busy city, no one asks, and bowing to wealth is only for money. There is endless green at the yaochi banquet, a glimmer of red dust and a glimmer of sky. The delicacies on the jade plate are not as good as an acre of land in the mountain village."


    Chen ang raised his eyebrows slightly, stroked his beard and nodded his head and said, "well, yes, it''s higher than the first one. Although you still can''t escape the word" deliberate ", it''s quite good to be able to make such a poem on this topic at your age. You can judge it by deducting the questions before and after, contrasting them, being skilled in techniques, and improvising poetry."


    Hearing that Chen ang was satisfied with his poems, the mature young man couldn''t help but breathe a sigh of relief. A happy look appeared on his face and bowed to Chen ang.


    But before the bow was finished, a slight snore suddenly came from his ear.


    "Sound ~ ~ whew ~"


    Snoring is not loud, but the second floor of the teahouse is very quiet, so it sounds very clear.


    In an instant, everyone''s eyes looked at the place where they snored.


    Jiang Fan leaned against the back of the chair and enjoyed Lin Wanqing''s massage. The whole person has passed out


    All of a sudden, Lin Wanqing was watched by everyone, and an embarrassed look appeared on his face.


    Still pressing Jiang Fan''s shoulders, his hands subconsciously stopped and gently pushed Jiang Fan at the same time.


    After all, the time is too short. Jiang Fan has just fallen asleep and hasn''t had time to sleep, so Lin Wanqing just woke up.


    His body trembled and rubbed his eyes. Then he found that everyone seemed to be looking at himself. Jiang Fan couldn''t help wondering.


    "You fell asleep when you were supposed to think. Can I think that this is because in your opinion, there is no difficulty in improvising poetry? You already have a complete work when you know the title?"


    Chen ang said with a calm face.


    "Ah? Ah, this... Time is a little long, because I want to do later, so I''m bored. In addition, Wan Qingping''s press is really too comfortable. I fell asleep unconsciously. I''m really sorry."


    Jiang Fan sincerely apologized.


    "Well, let me have a good look and listen to your poetry. What is it?"


    Chen ang said angrily.


    Jiang Fan quite understands why Chen ang is angry, but he can only blame Lin Wanqing for pressing it so well. He is a hypnotic hand. Who can stand it?


    After coughing twice, Jiang Fan paused. Just when the young man facing the old man couldn''t help mocking, he finally said, "the peach blossom nunnery in the peach blossom dock, the Peach Blossom Fairy under the peach blossom nunnery; the Peach Blossom Fairy grows peach trees and picks peach flowers for wine money."


    Huh?


    The anger on Chen Ang''s face dissipated.


    The young man facing the old man''s face was stiff and immediately showed an expression of shock.


    "When you wake up, you only sit in front of the flowers. When you are drunk, you come to spend your sleep; when you are half awake and half drunk, day after day, flowers fall and flowers bloom year after year.


    I wish I could die of old age in the flower and wine room and would not bow in front of cars and horses; cars and horses are expensive, and wine flowers and branches are poor. "


    Jiang Fan continued to recite.


    Chen ang has closed his eyes. With Jiang Fan''s recitation, he shakes his head rhythmically, and his face is filled with emotions as if he enjoyed it.


    "If you compare wealth to poverty, one on the flat ground and one in the sky. If you compare poverty to horses and carriages, he has to drive me away. The world laughs that I''m too crazy. I laugh that the world can''t see through; there are no tombs of Wuling heroes, no flowers and no wine... Hoe the fields."


    "Good!"


    Jiang Fan just finished reading, Chen ang fiercely opened his eyes and shouted good.