This kid, did he have the guts to grow hair?
"Not bad!"
"This poem doesn't express the artistic conception that Master Huihai wants to express at all. Or rather, Master Huihai's artistic conception isn't enough." Ye Huan said calmly.”
What the hell!
The group of old fellows stared with their eyes wide open.
With just a few words, Master Hui Hai was completely useless.
This was a famous person from the past.
"This guy is crazy!"
Leng Bing did not know how to describe her feelings. She felt that Ye Huan would be beaten up by a group of old men today.
"Brother Ye is amazing."
"Since that's the case, why don't you compose a poem and compare the artistic conception with Master Huihai?" Wang Yuxuan laughed.”
This was his true goal.
Didn't you say that this and that won't work?
If you can, you do it!
"Hahaha, how difficult is that?"
Ye Huan laughed and opened his mouth.
"Bodhi is not a tree, and the mirror is not a platform. There is nothing in it, so how can it be stained with dust?”
Wang Yuxuan, the tigress, and Leng Bing were dumbfounded by this poem.
The group of old antiques behind him widened their eyes.
Hiss--
Fine and fine.
The three old men and four young men all gasped.
Bodhi is not a tree, and the mirror is not a platform.
There is nothing in the world, where can it be stained with dust?
Then, he compared it to Master Hui Hai's poem.
The body is the bodhi tree, the heart is the mirror platform.
Day and night to clean, afraid of dust.
It was obvious that his realm was higher than hers by more than one level. It was too obvious. Even someone at the level of the tigress Leng Bing could tell who was good and who was bad.
You are a bodhi tree, but I am not a bodhi tree.
Your heart is a mirror platform, my mirror is not a platform.
You clean day and night, I have nothing.
You are afraid of dust, where can I be stained with dust?
Especially the last sentence,'I'm afraid I'll be stained with dust'. This was a cautious attitude.
As for where to get the dust, it was much more brilliant.
I do not covet beauty, nor can beauty enchant me.
I don't covet the world of mortals. How can the world of mortals keep me?
Also, it was easier to understand that there was nothing in the first place. My heart was empty, so how could it be stained with dust?
The rarest thing was that these four lines of poetry were edited by Master Zhao Huihai.
With this change, the difference between the two was obvious.
"Good, good, good, good poem!"
A skinny old man jumped out excitedly. It was Wang Yuxuan's grandfather.
He was best at poetry and songs. Seeing such a masterpiece, he was extremely excited.
Wang Yuxuan was dumbfounded,"Grandpa, which side are you on?"
"Since ancient times, heroes come from young people. Not bad, not bad young man!”
Ouyang Shuo looked at Ye Huan and nodded in satisfaction.
Then, he glanced at everyone and asked,"Whose child is this?"
"Uncle Ouyang, this belongs to my family."
Old Liu stepped forward and spoke respectfully, but his face was filled with pride.
"This child can become great!"
He praised her lightly and then said,"Men, take this calligraphy away. Don't leave it here to embarrass yourself. There are people who don't like this old man's calligraphy, so why keep it?”
As he spoke, Ouyang Shuo looked at Ye Huan meaningfully.
It was obvious that he was still brooding over Ye Huan's remark that " Mr. Ouyang's handwriting is not bad."
Ye Huan felt disgusted,"Why are scholars so stingy?"
"Oh right, it's getting late. Xiao Liu, can you take out your treasure now?”
"Yes, yes, yes. Take it out quickly!"
"Uncle Ouyang has already said it. I dare not take it out.”
"Then, quick, quick, quick!"
Upon hearing that there was a treasure, the group of old antiques left.
The others also dispersed.
"Brother Wang, do you think my poems are good?" Ye Huan asked Wang Yuxuan.”
"I... Me, me, me."
Wu Yuxuan's face was flushed red, and his expression was uglier than if he had eaten a dead toad. He did not say a word for a long time.
Old Master Ouyang said that you can do it. Can I say that I can't?
He originally wanted to slap Ye Huan in the face.
Who knew that in the end, it was his face that was pressed to the ground and rubbed hard.
He couldn't live.
It was too f * cking embarrassing.
"This guy has some skills!”
Leng Bing's eyes flashed with a strange light.
Only then did he remember the three songs that Ye Huan had composed.
He did not dare to underestimate Ye Huan.
Without any material, he could have composed the song Boundless Sea and Sky.
Without any material, he could improvise a poem that crushed Master Huihai.
"Hehe, Ye Huan, I didn't expect you to know how to write poetry.”
The tigress's eyes lit up.
The love in her eyes was overflowing. Good heavens, this old lady had finally caught a thin-skinned bun with a big filling.
Lyricism.
Composing.
Calligraphy.
Poem.
Singing.
Ye Huan knew too many things. He was simply inhuman.
Seeing the affection in the tigress 'eyes, Wang Yuxuan was secretly driven mad.
"Right, I also have something. Ye Huan, help me comment on it.”
Leng Bing suddenly spoke.
"What?" Ye Huan asked.
"Follow me!"
Leng Bing turned around and left without caring whether Ye Huan was willing or not.
In fact, Ye Huan did not have a good impression of her and was really unwilling to comment on her.
However, the tigress was very interested and pulled Ye Huan to catch up.
"Let's go and take a look!”
Under Leng Bing's lead, everyone walked into a long corridor.
The long corridor was filled with paintings. The things here were relatively low-end and no one cared about them at all.
"This is it!"
Leng Bing pointed casually, and Ye Huan's gaze fell on a painting.
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