Chen Lin was drinking his beer quietly and savoring life. However, when he heard the noise around him, he could not help but spray the beer all over the ground.
"Brother Shuai, do you have any objections to this poem? Or are you looking down on this poem?" Wen Tailang asked with an angry smile. He had never met someone who looked down on his poem in ten breaths, so how could he not be angry?
Ten breaths of time was equivalent to ten breaths of time, which was roughly three seconds per breath. In other words, the Poet Saint, Wen Tailang, used one and a half minutes to compose this poem. There were really not many people in this world who had such talent.
However, Chen Lin was a liberal arts student from Earth. He had memorized countless famous poems and sentences. Like many people from Earth, he had never tasted any stunning famous poems or sentences. Therefore, the poem just now was barely fluent to him. When he saw the reactions of the people around him, he naturally felt that it was too funny.
"Don't misunderstand, I don't have any ill intentions. Brother Wen's poems are still acceptable, but for ordinary people, it can be considered as a drug for the soul.”Chen Lin replied indifferently.
Everyone's mouth twitched. Even though they didn't understand the meaning of the 'soul drug' at the end, they understood Chen Lin's entire sentence.
This wasn't malicious? You've already said that this stunning poem is passable and can be listened to, yet you still dare to say that we're ordinary people.
You are so shameless, you don't have the moral integrity of a knowledgeable person.
Madam Ling also looked at Chen Lin in surprise. She didn't expect him to say something like this.
"Ke ke, if that's the case, then Brother Shuai must have great talent. Why don't we invite Brother Shuai to compose a poem for Madam Ling?”Wen Tailang laughed coldly.
"That's right. If you have the ability, come and write a poem in ten breaths. Show us!？”Some people supported the suggestion, obviously wanting to see Chen Lin make a fool of himself.
At the same time, Madam Ling revealed a look of anticipation. She still felt that Chen Lin was an extremely talented person.
F * ck, you guys are really forcing me to use my ultimate move!
Chen Lin shook his head and said,"It's a pity that I won't be able to compose a poem within ten breaths." When everyone revealed a mocking smile, even Madam Ling's expression turned slightly disappointed."Writing a poem in ten breaths is like a child playing house. Of course, I don't know how to write a poem in seven steps.”
The smiles of everyone present froze as they stared straight at Chen Lin.
A poem in seven steps?
What was the concept of composing a poem in seven steps? Seven steps took about ten seconds. To compose a poem in such a short time was ridiculous. It was ten times more difficult than composing a poem in ten breaths. How could anyone in the world do it?
Unless you could be inspired and talented, but how could such a person exist?
Therefore, all the scholars present were certain that Chen Lin was a fanatic who was spouting nonsense. Even the socialites who had originally thought highly of Chen Lin would not believe it.
When the little fatty behind saw this, he thought to himself, Brother Handsome's words were a little overboard this time.
"How preposterous. You're insulting us poets.”
"Seven Steps to a Poem? Who do you think you are? You can't even do seven hundred steps."
"This person is a complete cultural scum. He doesn't deserve to be here.”
Cries of ridicule rose and fell. They had long disliked Chen Lin. If they had this opportunity, they would still spit and criticize him.
"Haha, only the genius himself can understand the loneliness of a genius.”Chen Lin gathered his qi in his dantian and spoke in an incomparably powerful voice, causing everyone in the hall to fall silent. He slowly walked towards Madam Ling's direction, and when he took his second step, he bewitchingly smiled at Madam Ling's peerless beauty and chanted,"A natural beauty is hard to give up"
The moment he said this, everyone was shocked. What a good line. Did he really have to write a poem in seven steps?
Madam Ling's mouth opened wide as she stared at the man who was walking towards her step by step.
Chen Lin walked to the fourth step and chanted,"Who will be chosen in the morning?"”
The Sage of Poets, Wen Tailang's expression changed as well. He looked at Chen Lin, who continued to walk forward, in astonishment.
"Looking Back and Smiling, A Hundred Charm Grows!" Chen Lin said again after taking his sixth step. He continued to take his seventh step at the same pace."The six palaces are colorless."
He had just finished the seven steps, and a poem was successfully completed.
Everyone's expression changed and they were dumbfounded.
"It's hard to give up on a natural beauty.
Looking back at her, she smiled and gave birth to a hundred beauties. The six palaces had no color.”
The little fatty behind him muttered absentmindedly, completely stunned.
The caltrop wolf even used its soft hands to cover its small…Mouth, huff…Inhaling…He looked at Chen Lin with a strange light in his eyes, and admiration slowly appeared in his eyes.
" He really did it. Impossible!" Wen Tailang was completely dumbfounded. His eyes widened in disbelief.
"This is a quatrain from the ages. Good poem, really good poem!”
"Seven Steps to a Poem? Heavens, am I dreaming? I actually saw someone write a poem in seven steps."
"Unbelievable, unbelievable!"
The scholars present were extremely shocked. Some of them were already paralyzed on the ground, while others were still immersed in the artistic conception of the poem and could not wake up for a long time.
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