Traveling through time and space to become a child, supporting the family by catching fish and shrim

Zhu Shan's face turned as red as his surname.

"You said I am not worthy of the title of Little Poet, so I must ask for your advice."

Chen Lang said contemptuously: "Ask me for advice? Are you worthy enough?"

"First write a poem that can surpass the Peach Blossom Hermitage Song, then come and talk to me."

Zhu Shan flew into a rage and blurted out, "Whether or not the Peach Blossom Temple Song was written by you is still undetermined!"

Chen Lang said with a half-smile, "Master Xiao Yu has personally verified it. Are you questioning Master Xiao's authority by saying this?"

Zhu Shan gritted his teeth and said, "Master Xiao only acknowledged your talent, but he didn't personally promise that the poem was written by you."

"If you can truly recite a masterpiece like the Peach Blossom Hermitage Song, then why are you afraid to perform it again here?"

"If you can't write it, it proves that you are just seeking fame and reputation!"

Chen Lang was stunned for a moment, thinking that these so-called celebrities were really quite something.

In this situation, he was able to turn the tables.

Seeing Chen Lang remain silent, Zhu Shan suddenly felt that he had regained the initiative. He even bowed to all directions and said, "Everyone present is a witness."

"If this boy can write another poem here of the same caliber as the Peach Blossom Hermitage Song, from now on he will be the lord of the Little Poet Immortal, and I will never write a single line of poetry again for the rest of my life."

The onlookers were all in an uproar.

Chen Lang said, "Mr. Zhu, you're willing to sacrifice the rest of your life for a poem. You should think carefully about this."

Zhu Shan said coldly, "I haven't finished yet. If you can't write it down, you must kneel down and declare to all the students present that your talent is fake and you are not qualified to be the first in the academy!"

In fact, Chen Lang wanted to act bigger, for example, let Zhu Shan give him a topic and then he would write it himself.

But if you think about it carefully, if you don't act well, you will easily get yourself into trouble.

After all, although he has a reserve of poetry, if Zhu Shan comes up with an extremely obscure topic that takes him a long time to think about, then he won't be able to show off.

If you think for a long time and still can't think of a corresponding poem, then it's not pretending to be cool, it's pretending to be dead.

Chen Lang glanced out the window and saw a willow tree, and immediately an idea came to his mind.

"Spring is approaching, so I will write a poem on the theme of spring to broaden your horizons."

After saying that, he stood up and started COSing Cao Zhi and Cao Zijian.

"The jasper is dressed up like a tree."

"Ten thousand green silk ribbons hanging down."

“I wonder who cut out the fine leaves.”

"The spring breeze in February is like a pair of scissors."

After reciting four sentences, there are exactly seven steps, and the COS is perfect.

After hearing this poem, Zhu Shan was struck by lightning. He staggered back several steps and then sat down on the ground as if he had lost his soul.

Seeing this, Chen Lang showed a sneer on his face.

I haven't even read the poems of the real immortal poet, but the works of the ghost poet He Zhizhang are enough to crush you, the so-called little immortal poet.

After a moment's silence, sparse applause began to be heard all around, and then it grew louder and louder, as if it was going to blow the roof of the restaurant off.

Ying'er and Xu Mengru, who were hiding in the dark, were also stunned.

Especially Ying'er, she had dealt with many Grand Secretaries of Wenyuan Pavilion in the palace, and had heard at least thirty or forty excellent works. It could be said that there were some that were better than this poem, but those excellent works were all written by those old men of Wenyuan Pavilion after years of painstaking efforts.

Chen Lang, he only took seven steps!

Composing a poem in seven steps is too exaggerated.

"He would have been a good candidate for a prince consort, but unfortunately, they got married and already had a child." Ying Er sighed deeply.

On the other side, Chen Lang saw Zhu Shan slumped on the ground and said calmly, "Mr. Zhu, don't forget your promise."

Zhu Shan's eyes were dull and he couldn't utter a word.

Ke Jin stepped forward and pulled Zhu Shan up, then said to Chen Lang, "Mr. Chen, please forgive others when you can."

Chen Lang said: "I didn't realize you were such a saint."

"Let me ask you, if I lost, would you say that to him?"

Ke Jin was suddenly speechless.

According to the original plan, after arriving here, he should be the first to "fight" with Chen Lang and severely dampen his fighting spirit.

But Chen Lang's remarks directly angered his companions, and the previously agreed order of appearance was disrupted on the spot.

Then Chen Lang used a couplet and a poem to make his two generals lose their fighting power.

I have to stand up.

"Mr. Chen's ability to compose a poem in seven steps is truly admirable. However, I also have some experience in poetry. I would like to ask Mr. Chen for some advice."

Ke Jin still adhered to the so-called gentleman's etiquette. Although he was obviously very angry, he still had to control his attitude.

But it is precisely this attitude that has won the favor of a large number of onlookers.

Compared to Chen Lang's arrogance and unruliness, the onlookers still prefer gentle and elegant scholars like Ke Jin.

Chen Lang thought for a moment and said, "If we keep singing one song at a time, how long will it take for the competition to end?"

"How about this? Over a cup of tea, you and I will each write a poem based on our abilities. Whoever writes more and writes better will win."

Ke Jin frowned and said, "Poetry and lyrics are elegant pursuits. Master Chen's proposal directly turns poetry and lyrics writing into something like street trade. It's truly degrading."

Chen Lang said, "Composing poetry and lyrics is elegant for you, but for me, it's just business."

"Business means paying, taking the goods, and leaving."

“Poetry and lyrics are all about setting a topic, writing it, and then cheering.”

Ke Jindu stuttered: "Cheers?"

Chen Lang said, "Yeah, didn't you hear it just now? When I finished writing that poem, the audience cheered."

Ke Jin's face flushed red as he said, "Vulgar and vulgar!"

"You come up with something good." Chen Lang snorted.

Ke Jin said angrily, "Okay, I'll do as you say! Let's see who writes the most in a cup of tea."

"Served with pen and ink!"

The waiter immediately brought two sets of writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone and placed them in front of Chen Lang and Ke Jin respectively.

"Shopkeeper, start the time!" Ke Jin picked up the pen and dipped it in ink, full of fighting spirit.

As the shopkeeper said "start", Chen Lang began to write quickly.

Ke Jin was completely confused.

Damn it, is this a human being?

In just a moment of distraction, Chen Lang had finished writing a poem.

Wei Zifan, who was standing by, whispered, "Mr. Ke, write faster."

Ke Jin's hand holding the pen was trembling slightly. He wanted to write, but his mind was completely blank and he couldn't write a single word.

It was too hasty. I shouldn't have agreed to this outrageous bet.

"time up!"

The shopkeeper shouted softly, "Please stop writing, gentlemen."

After saying that, he walked up to Ke Jin and said, "Mr. Ke, two poems."

Then he came to Chen Lang and was stunned.

Someone urged, "Boss, please speak up. How many poems did Master Chen write?"

The shopkeeper swallowed and counted carefully, "Mr. Chen... fourteen!"

The scene was suddenly filled with the croaking of frogs.