"Won't you know later if I can compose any good poems?”
Li Yi couldn't be bothered with Mother Luo, this middle-aged woman who was full of honey and had a vicious mind.
He paced back and forth and looked up at the attic, deep in thought.
Just when everyone thought that he was thinking about how to compose a poem, Li Yi said directly,""I have composed a song called 'Thinking of Lonesome'. I would like to invite Miss Cui' er and all the friends present to appreciate it.”
Everyone was shocked. This was too fast!
From the moment Li Yi raised his head and thought to the moment Li Yi said that he had composed a poem, only a split second had passed.
Even Cao Zhi, who was rumored to be able to form a poem in seven steps, could not be this fast, right?
A thought appeared in everyone's mind: Was this young monk fooling everyone?
Before they could think further, Li Yi opened his mouth and said,"
It's hard to find water in the vast sea, but it's hard to find clouds in Wushan Mountain.
I'm lazy to look back at the flowers, half because of Taoism and half because of you.
As Li Yi recited the poem, a beautiful and dreamy scene automatically appeared in the minds of the people sitting there. A young man had once been to the sea with his beloved girl, so they felt that other seas were not seas. They had been to Wu Mountain together, so they felt that other mountains were not mountains.
The boy hurriedly walked through the flowers, too lazy to look back.
The reason for this was partly because of the cultivator's pure heart and few desires, and partly because of the girl who had once followed him!
At this moment, the scene completely shattered, and everyone woke up from the beautiful scene in their minds.
From the beginning to the end of Li Yi's recitation, countless images flashed through everyone's minds in just a few minutes.
This was something they had never experienced before.
The people who had woken up did not speak for a long time. They were silent in the aftertaste of the scenes just now.
"The scenes in our minds just now were the artistic conception of the poem that this little master just wrote, right?”
"The poetic conception of his poems can form images and appear in our minds. Could it be that this little master's knowledge has already reached the stage of transcendence?”
"We've all underestimated this little master. We thought that he didn't know how to compose poems, but in fact, his knowledge has already reached the level of a pedant.”
"Doesn't anyone feel that the poem that Little Master just composed is simple and catchy? This poem has already reached the standard of a masterpiece?”
"Yes, although the poems that Young Master Ming wrote previously were not bad, they are nothing compared to Little Master's poem.”
……
Then, everyone woke up and discussed.
Unknowingly, the way they addressed Li Yi had changed from monk to little master.
As for Du He, Wei Shuwan, Fang Jun, and Gao Chunxing, they were all stunned when they saw Li Yi, who was the center of attention.
They had never expected that not only was Li Yi good at storytelling, but his stories could also be presented in the minds of the audience. Even his poems could be presented in the minds of the audience in the form of images.
Now, they were starting to suspect if Li Yi was an immortal!
Otherwise, the ability that Li Yi displayed would be too mystical.
Other than that, they really did not expect that Li Yi, who they had invited to play with them, would actually have such a high level of poetry.
Although they were the second generation of silkpants, their fathers were all civil officials under Li Shiming. They were forced to read a lot of books by their fathers.
Even though he didn't know how to compose poems, he still had some appreciation for them.
The poem that Li Yi had just composed was one of the best poems they had ever seen.
It was comparable to some of the famous poems passed down from the Qin and Han Dynasties.
Especially Du He. Du He, who was already in despair, only wanted Li Yi to go up as a test.
Actually, he didn't have any hope at first.
But he didn't expect things to turn around.
Li Yi had unexpectedly composed a good poem, saving him and Cui Er from danger.
In other words, as long as Cui 'er did not reject Li Yi, Li Yuanjing's plot would most likely fail.
At this moment, Li Yuanjing was glaring at Li Yi with killing intent in his eyes. He clenched his fists tightly and his expression was frighteningly dark.
He really didn't expect that this " monk " who came with Du He would have such good literary talent. His poetic ability was also so strong that he could write such a good poem. It caused his long-prepared plan to fail at the last step.
Ming Jinyuan stood not far away and looked at Li Yi from afar. His face turned black and white, just like a face changing in Sichuan opera.
From the looks of it, he couldn't accept that he had been defeated by a nameless little monk.
Furthermore, no matter how one looked at it, he was completely crushed by Li Yi.
In terms of time, Li Yi only used a snap of his fingers.
He was much faster than Cao Zhi, who was rumored to be able to compose a poem in seven steps, let alone him, who needed fifteen minutes to compose a poem. He was completely defeated.
In terms of poetry quality, Li Yi's "Thinking of Separation" was a masterpiece.
As for his poems, although they were all top-grade works, they were incomparable to Li Yi's. He was still completely defeated.
More importantly, when Li Yi recited the poem, the artistic conception of the poem he composed directly appeared in everyone's minds in the form of a picture.
To be able to directly make the artistic conception of the ancient poem appear in everyone's mind when reciting the poem, this was simply a saint in the world!
Therefore, he could not win against Li Yi no matter what.
Mama Luo, who had wanted to see Li Yi make a fool of himself, froze.
Now, Li Yi had not become a joke. Instead, she seemed to have become a joke.
Before she became a mother, Mother Luo was also a girl from Xiaoxiang Restaurant. She had studied some books in the past. In addition, the people who went in and out of Xiaoxiang Restaurant were all scholars and children of officials. After being influenced by these people, Mother Luo's appreciation of poetry was not low.
Of course, she knew what the monk that Du He had brought with him meant by composing such a poem.
At this moment, the King of Zhao, Li Yuanjing, looked over.
Mother Luo immediately understood. She walked to Li Yi and said,""I'm sorry, little master. Due to special reasons, the poem you just composed doesn't count. If you want to take Cui-er away, you must have a battle with Young Master Ming.”
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