As soon as this statement came out, the whole place was in an uproar. Before, only a few people thought he was arrogant, but after hearing this statement, everyone thought he was crazy.

Of all the talents in the world, you alone account for 80%? Others throughout the ages have shared the remaining 20%?

Who the hell are you? Even the emperor wouldn't dare to be so arrogant, right?

Even Gao Ying and Pei You looked sideways. This guy really deserves a beating, which made us want to beat him.

Bi Ziang, who was on the second floor, narrowed his eyes. He had been pretending to be cool for so many years and it was worse than him this time. When did the capital allow such awesome people to exist?

I have to say that this sentence is quite touching. If it were me speaking, I guarantee the effect would be even better.

Humph, find a time to get him over from my sister, and just be responsible for writing pretentious lines for me every day.

The Qin brothers looked at each other in confusion. After a while, Qin Guangyuan exhaled and said, "Chu Yan is obviously quite smart, why did he fall in love with such a thing?"

Qin Yongde chuckled and said: "Chu Yan should really come here to see the virtues of the man he has chosen. I'm afraid he will be so embarrassed that he finds a crack in the ground to sneak in."

On the other side, Yu Nan was not surprised but happy, knowing that the series of operations just now made him lose face, but actually made Zu An's reputation better.

As a result, this guy was so stubborn that he said such arrogant words and immediately lost his popularity. As expected, the poor suddenly became rich and the villain became rampant when he got his way.

However, this gave him room to save face.

"What a loud tone!" Yu Nan snorted coldly, "I want to see what kind of shocking poem you can make..."

He was about to say the topic, but was interrupted by Zu An: "Since today is Miss Nanxun's banquet, let's let Miss Nanxun come up with the topic."

"Ah, am I coming?" Nan Xun was surprised and happy. He didn't expect that he would give such a task to himself.

No matter how it ends, if this incident spreads, it will make her famous.

Zu An smiled and looked around the audience: "Do you have any objections?"

"Of course I have no objection."

"Miss Nanxun is both talented and beautiful, so she can definitely think of a good topic."

"It's perfect for Miss Nanxun to come up with the question."

The others tried their best to apologize. They were here today just for Miss Nanxun, so how could they not give her face at this time?

At the same time, he secretly scolded Zu An for being too unpredictable in his methods to please women.

Zu An looked at Yu Nan specifically: "Why, Mr. Yu didn't say anything. Could it be that he was worried that Miss Nan Xun would help me cheat?"

Yunan's face jumped, and this rogue didn't forget to give me eye drops at this time: "I'm kidding, Miss Nanxun is so beautiful, how can I help you with fraud, so let's ask Miss Nanxun to give me the questions."

He had investigated before and found out that this oiran only became famous when Zu An entered the secret realm. It is unlikely that he has any contact with him, so he naturally does not worry about collusion between the two parties.

"Then it's better to be respectful than to obey." Nan Xun bowed, with a thoughtful expression on his face. He was obviously thinking about this situation and what kind of topic he could come up with that would not embarrass Zu An without leaving her behind.

The character of a talented woman.

This was the slight movement of the lips of the mysterious woman in the room above. Nan Xun knew it in his heart, so he said: "Recently, Duke Cheng led an army to attack the northern monster tribe. Let's use this expedition as the theme."

Qin Guangyuan looked surprised, nodded secretly and said: "That's right, I didn't expect a brothel girl to be patriotic."

Others applauded one after another, thinking that the topic she came up with was so good, it was just right for the occasion, and it would be a good story if it spread.

Yu Nan also nodded secretly. This question is not too difficult, but it is extremely difficult to do it well.

There were similar poems in the past dynasties, but unfortunately there were no works handed down from generation to generation. He didn't believe that Zu An could be more powerful than those literary giants of the previous dynasties. Anyway, no matter what poems they made later, he would just belittle them.

"This kind of subject matter..." Zu An fell into deep thought.

"Are you a little embarrassed?" Seeing his expression, Nan Xun asked worriedly.

"How can it be so difficult? It's too easy." Zu An smiled. In fact, he was just thinking about which song to choose.

Originally, after so many years, he might not remember many poems from his previous life, but after practicing to the peak of the ninth level, although he has not yet gathered his soul, his spirit is much stronger than in his previous life, and he can clearly remember many things that were almost forgotten.

"What a shame!" Yu Nan sneered and said nothing more, just waiting to see how he would make a fool of himself if he couldn't write.

Zu An looked at Gao Ying and Pei You: "Which of you writes better?"

Of course, it would be best if he could write eloquently with his pen, but he is still very good at his own handwriting.

The two looked at each other, and Gao Ying said, "I'll do it."

Obviously, he had guessed what Zu An was thinking. Although he felt that there was a possibility of accompanying him to death if he came out at this time, it was nothing compared to the grace of saving his life.

Nan Xun winked, and the maid had already brought pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

At this moment, the whole audience became quiet, and they all looked at Zu An, some looking forward to it, and some waiting to see him make a fool of himself.

"Let's write the title first," Zu An pondered for a moment, "it's called "Broken Array: A Poem for Duke Cheng Guo to Send"."

The Qin brothers upstairs were startled and stood up subconsciously. It turned out to be a gift for grandpa (grandpa).

Originally, the two of them planned to watch a joke, but after learning about this topic, their mood suddenly changed, their faces were solemn and solemn, and they actually expected the other party to write a shocking poem.

Gao Ying was originally prepared to die in society, but when he heard this title, he was shocked. The title was extraordinary when he heard it, and he thought that the work would not be any worse.

The same thought also echoed in the minds of other people in the room. Bi Ziang, who was originally leaning leisurely in his chair, subconsciously sat up straight and even leaned forward slightly, wanting to hear the other person's next work first.

Yu Nan also swallowed hard, because he suddenly realized that he might capsize in the gutter again.

At this time, Zu An’s ups and downs voice also resounded throughout the audience:

"When I was drunk, I read the sword with the light on, and I dreamed about the trumpet blowing company camp.

Eight hundred miles away, the fire under his command is burning, and the sound of fifty strings is heard outside the Great Wall.

Autumn troops on the battlefield!

The horse moves so fast, the bow is like a thunderbolt.

Finish the affairs of the king and the world, and win fame during and after life.

Misfortune happens in vain.”

At first, there were private chats and exchanges in the venue, but soon everything fell silent, and everyone turned their heads to look at the person in the venue.

Unconsciously, there was an air of chilling in the air. Everyone opened their mouths, as if they had thousands of words to say, but it seemed as if a big hand was strangling their throats, and nothing could be said for a while.

Practitioners feel their vitality roaring all over their bodies, and those who have not practiced it also feel their blood boiling. They all think to themselves, no one can stop me, I will go into battle to kill the enemy!

Zu An was not surprised by their reaction. Xin Qiji is one of the greatest poets in Chinese history. This poem "Po Zhenzi" is called the most murderous poem in history.

The reputation of the Southern Song Dynasty.

In today's world, martial arts are prosperous, but culture and education are hard to describe. It is not an exaggeration to call it a cultural desert. Xin Qiji's article is a complete dimensionality reduction attack.

"Azu, have you ever been on the battlefield?" Qin Guangyuan asked excitedly, holding on to the railing tightly. After listening to this poem, even the title became friendly.

Zu An shook his head: "No."

"No?" Qin Guangyuan looked excited, "Then how can the general's career be described so vividly? It seems to take me back to the days when I followed my grandfather and father on the battlefield!"

Zu Anxin thought that the original author Xin Qiji had actually been on the battlefield. Unfortunately, this experience could not be faked. Others could easily check his resume.

Qin Yongde said in shock: "That's self-taught without a teacher. Azu, you are a genius!"

It was no wonder that the two of them were so excited. When they heard this poem, the sound of a horn seemed to ring in their ears, and they remembered the scene when they drew their swords and went out to kill the enemy; they also seemed to be on the school grounds, accompanying their grandfather and father to review the mighty and majestic poems.

The magnificent scene of the army; it was like returning to a fierce and tense battlefield, and the sound of bows and arrows being fired and the fierce sound of swords piercing flesh could be heard all over my ears.

It is the dream of every soldier to "solve the affairs of the king and the world, and win fame both before and after his death". It is a pity that there are only a few people who have been able to achieve this step in the past and present.

What moved them even more was the last sentence "poor things happened in vain". They thought of their grandfather (great grandfather), who was a famous general in the world, but because of the dispute over the prince, he was feared by the emperor and had to be hidden in the capital for so many years.

You must know that grandpa's dream has always been to fight on the battlefield. Unfortunately, he spent most of his life in the capital. Recently, he can finally go to war, but his hair has already turned white.

There was also an inexplicable meaning in Miss Nan Xun's cold eyes. She looked at Zu An blankly, her chest rising and falling, causing waves of tremors.

Yu Nan opened his mouth. He had originally made up his mind to criticize the other person's works at will. Literary works don't have standard answers like other works. As long as he makes sense, he can completely trample a good work to nothing.

not worth.

But this does not include that kind of amazing masterpiece!

As long as you are not illiterate, you will know the value of this poem that Zu An just mentioned. Not to mention the contemporary literati, even all the famous literati in history, none of them can beat it.

At this time, if he forced himself to jump out and find fault, he would be treated as a fool by everyone. He is too arrogant to do such a thing.

Bi Ziang's face on the other side was as dark as water. Hearing the courage shown in this piece of work, he was by no means a person willing to be subordinated to others. He might not be able to subdue this fierce tiger.

I have to remind my sister not to raise tigers to cause trouble.

At this time, Gao Ying was even more excited and trembling all over. He had originally planned to die in society, but he never expected to personally participate in such a masterpiece that would be passed down from generation to generation.

Thousands of years later, as long as this poem is circulated, he will be mentioned...

Wait, maybe you will mention that there is a ghostwriter, but you may not know his name.

Thinking of this, he hurriedly lowered his head and started writing quickly.

Pei You on the side was also confused by Yourong. When he saw everyone's gaze, he straightened his chest subconsciously and wanted to say: "Zu An is my eldest brother!"

But he could never find any suitable opportunity. When he was anxious, he suddenly noticed Gao Ying's movements and wondered in his heart, he had finished reading the poem just now, why did he start writing again?

I quietly went over to check and saw that he had written on it a certain day of a certain year and a certain month in Hongxiuzhao, handwritten by his friend Gao Ying on behalf of Zu An.

"Fuck!" Pei You's mentality exploded on the spot. How the hell can he get involved in this?
To be continued...