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Chapter 405 Talent?I have a collection of poems

At dusk.

Chen Mu and Ye Qingcheng restrained their auras, as if they were ordinary young men and young ladies coming out for a tryst.

Walking on the street, I saw Ye Qingcheng staring at the candied haws for a moment.

Chen Mu walked up directly and bought a bunch for her.

"Thank you, husband." Ye Qingcheng bit through the sugar coating and ate the hawthorn inside. Although her mouth was a little sour, her heart was extremely sweet.

Afterwards, Chen Mu and Ye Qingcheng boarded a gourmet boat.

It is equivalent to a mobile inn floating on the lake.

After hearing that lotus lanterns would be put up, Chen Mu booked a high-rise seat by the window, which has an excellent view.

He sat down with Ye Qingcheng and ordered some pastries and drinks.

While listening to other people's chatter, watching children chasing and playing around on the boat, I had a bite of pastries and a glass of wine.

For Ye Qingcheng, this kind of life, although a little too peaceful, is still a kind of fun.

"In this festive season, how about we each compose a poem based on what we saw and heard?"

"Okay! Brother Lu, please go first!"

"Then I'll be ugly."

……

The conversation between several people caught Ye Qingcheng's attention. When he looked over, he saw a few self-proclaimed talents reciting poems and writing poems.

Regardless of the folding fan in their hands or the way they dress, I'm afraid people don't know that they are full of knowledge.

However, when the poem actually came out of his mouth, Ye Qingcheng shook his head and smiled, "It looks gorgeous, but in fact it has no nutrition."

There is no need to compare it with the poems written by Chen Mu, because there is no room for comparison.

The sound was not loud, but it was still heard by Lu Tao and others.

The anger was about to explode, but after seeing Ye Qingcheng's beautiful face, he swallowed it back.

He strode forward, cupped his hands and said, "Lu Tao has seen the girl."

Seeing that Ye Qingcheng was ignoring him, Lu Tao said to himself, "Miss Cai said just now that the poems we wrote looked gorgeous, but were actually worthless. Is it possible that she also understands poetry and songs?"

"If you don't understand, is it inappropriate to evaluate and belittle our works like this?"

Facing Lu Tao's polite but questioning tone on the surface, Chen Mu put down his glass and said, "What's wrong? No matter how gorgeously the garbage is packaged, isn't it still garbage?"

"Arrogant! My Brother Lu is the favorite to be the No. [-] pick this year. Who are you, yet you dare to judge and insult him!" The friends on the side loudly rebuked him, eager to make contributions.

This voice immediately attracted countless people to watch.

"What happened?"

"It seems that some people dislike the poems written by the Four Talents as bad."

"Those are the Four Talents! Especially the great talent Lu Tao. It is rumored among the people that he may enter the realm of a saint in the future."

"That kid is ignorant and wants to show off in front of the beauty, but he doesn't have a few ounces of ink in his stomach and he chose the wrong opponent."

……

Hearing this, Ye Qingcheng regretted saying what he said.

It was obvious that he was the cause of the trouble, but everyone pointed the finger at Chen Mu.

'It doesn't matter, don't take it to heart. 'Chen Mu saw through Ye Qingcheng's thoughts and said through a message.

Just when Ye Qingcheng was about to say something, he heard Lu Tao speak again, "Since brother thinks my poems are rubbish, do you dare to compare your poems with mine?"

"Brother Lu, to deal with such a person, there is no need for you, the future great saint, to take action. I, Zhao Wen, one of the Four Talents, will come to meet you!" Close the folding fan, like a sword, pointing straight at it. Chen Mu.

"Okay, how do you compare?" Anyway, it's idle. Since these people have their faces in front of him, Chen Mu has no reason not to fight.

Speaking of which, he hasn't copied poetry for a long time.

Just in time for these people in the upper world to see the wonderful works of those poets from previous lives!Feel what it means to have crushing talent!

"It's simple. How about we compose a song based on this beauty?" Zhao Wen also wanted to take the opportunity to see if he could win a smile from the beauty Ye Qingcheng.

What if she is attracted by his talent and secretly promises her?

"Okay, you first or me first?" Chen Mu asked again.

"You go first. Don't say that I bully you. I'm afraid that after hearing my masterpiece, you won't have the confidence to take out the real garbage and pollute everyone's ears." Zhao Wen shook his head and said.

As soon as this statement came out, countless people laughed.

But the next second, I suddenly felt a shiver, as if someone was holding a sword and pointing it directly at my throat.

That was the killing intent released by Ye Qingcheng!

"Okay." Chen Mu agreed.

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Finally, the word Shixian came into view.

Chen Mu spoke slowly, "The clouds are like the clothes, the flowers are like the face, the spring breeze is blowing the threshold, and the dew is thick. If we hadn't seen it on the top of the jade mountain, we would have met under the moon on Yaotai."

"..." Zhao Wen.

"..." Lu Tao.

"..." Everyone.

I couldn't laugh for a moment.

"What a cloud that looks like the clothes and the flowers that look like the face. The spring breeze blows through the window and the dew is thick! Wonderful! Wonderful!" Lu Tao couldn't help but marvel.

"You couldn't have copied this poem from somewhere, right? How could such a superb poem come from the mouth of a vulgar person like you!" Zhao Wen said angrily.

As soon as Chen Mu's four lines of poetry came out, Zhao Wen had no confidence to continue writing poetry. His mind was messy, blank, and without any ink.

No matter how satisfying the poems he came up with, they immediately seemed worthless when compared with Chen Mu's poems.

So much so that Zhao Wen doubted whether he was qualified to be called a genius.

"You can look for evidence instead of fabricating it out of thin air." Chen Mu said calmly.

"You!" Zhao Wen really had no evidence and was choked to the point of being speechless. You have been struggling for a long time, but you still can't come up with a reason.

After all, if such a poem really existed, it would be impossible for me to hear it just now, and it would definitely be remembered throughout the ages!

"Let me compete with you! How about using the Mid-Autumn Festival as the theme?" Seeing that the three talents had lost confidence and retreated silently to the crowd, the second-ranked talent, Zhang Heng, stood up and said.

Facing his aggressiveness, I wanted to overcome my own momentum first.

Chen Mu read out directly, "When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky for wine. I don't know what year it is in the palace in the sky. I want to ride the wind back, but I am afraid that it will be too cold in the high places. I dance to clear the shadows, how can I seem to be there? world……"

"People have sorrows and joys, and the moon has cloudy and sunny waxes and wanes. This matter is difficult to complete in ancient times. I hope that people will live a long time and share the joys and joys of thousands of miles."

"This?!" Seeing that Chen Mu didn't need to think at all, he composed another eternal song.

Zhang Heng was actually a little unsteady on his feet and fell backward step by step.

Then, he stumbled and fell hard to the ground.

My butt almost fell into four pieces.

"What a poem! What a poem! It actually made three talented people speechless!"

"Is there such a peerless talent among our divine court?"

"In the whole world, among his peers, the only one who can beat him is Lu Caizi."

"I think there is a high probability that it will be a tie. The two are equally talented."