After a song about Jiang Xue, everyone present was deeply attracted by the thoughts.

Everyone present can feel the deep artistic conception in this poem.

After waiting for four or five breaths after Zhang Yuan recited the poem, the audience was extremely quiet.

In the pavilion facing Zhang Yuan's back, there were ripples in his beautiful eyes. He looked at Zhang Yuan's back with colorful colors, as if he was watching a mountain.

"Good poem."

After a long time, I don’t know who suddenly spoke out.

The scene was like a frying pan.

"This poem is amazing!"

"It's so wonderful, it's a god-like man!"

"Who is this young man!"

"It is a great honor for me to hear such poems in my lifetime!"

“……”

All are voices of praise.

Everyone was looking at Zhang Yuan standing in front of the pavilion with awesome look.

"Brother Yuan." Qiao Linglong looked at Zhang Yuan in the center, with an incredible look in her eyes.

I have known Zhang Yuan for three years, but I have never discovered that Brother Yuan is so talented!

Looking at Zhang Yuan blankly, Qiao Linglong felt as if she didn't recognize her anymore.

"Qingling knows him?" Hearing Qiao Linglong's murmur, Li Bing looked at Qiao Linglong in surprise.

"He is my brother, um...neighbor." Qiao Linglong thought for a long time and the word was more appropriate.

"What a young talent." Li Bing's eyes were full of admiration. He looked at Zhang Yuan standing in the center, then looked at the students beside Qiao Linglong, and sighed silently in his heart.

"Mr. Panda, is my Jiang Xue comparable to what you just did?"

The light flashed in Zhang Yuan's eyes made Pan Panda feel a little afraid to look at him.

Speaking with conscience, although the poem I just said was a masterpiece in terms of parallelism and lyrics, it was not a little worse than the poem "Jiang Xue" by Zhang Yuan.

Pan Panda's mouths of two sausages moved slightly, but they did not open. At this moment, he really didn't know how to deal with Zhang Yuan.

Fortunately, although Panpanda was a little arrogant, he was also a self-aware person. He sighed and said, "Your Excellency, this poem is a peerless work, and Panda feels inferior to himself."

After saying this, Zhang Yuan looked at Pan Panda in surprise, but he didn't expect that the old boy was quite calm.

He thought Panpanda would be stubborn.

"Mr. Panda, you are polite. This poem is my most recent peak work. You are not wronged to lose." Zhang Yuan laughed, with a little pride on his face.

That's right, he has a strong sense of substitution. Now Zhang Yuan has completely forgotten Liu Zongyuan. He feels that this poem was written by himself at this moment.

"Oh?" Pan Panda's eyes lit up when he heard Zhang Yuan say this.

Wouldn't that mean that Zhang Yuan's remaining poems are not that good?

Or there are no poems left at all.

Pan Panda rolled his eyes, coughed dryly and looked at Zhang Yuan and asked, "I don't know if you said you were going to make a question and compete with me for the second game. Do you still count?"

As soon as Panpanda said, everyone was happy.

"After all, it's an overseas master. Do you really want to be shameless?"

"How could there be such a funny person?"

"Shameless! Shameless!"

“…….”

Everyone was "striking" Panpanda in unison.

Pan Panda didn't care about this. His eyes were staring at Zhang Yuan, afraid that Zhang Yuan would not agree.

"Young Master cannot agree to him."

"Yes, there is no need to pay attention to such people"

"Yes, my son thinks twice!"

“…….”

Everyone around looked at Zhang Yuan anxiously for fear that Zhang Yuan would agree.

Zhang Yuan just smiled and bowed to the people present, saying that he could do it and knew very well what he was doing.

"You are right." Zhang Yuan's face showed pride, and he stood with his hands behind his back, and his left hand slightly shaking the folding fan.

"Since you agree, I will not hide it from you. Panda also has a seven-character regulated verse written by my deceased teacher. This poem is of high quality and has never been published to the public. Is it a young master willing to listen?" Panda made a compilation at Zhang Yuan, and a hint of shame flashed across his face.

It is clearly stated that Zhang Yuan gave the question...

"good."

What everyone present and Pan Panda did not expect was that Zhang Yuan actually agreed.

"Young Master is confused!"

"Yes, young master, you shouldn't have agreed to this insidious person!"

"Oh, young master, what should I do!"

“…”

The surroundings are almost infuriating.

Even Tian Jieqiong, who was standing in the pavilion, sighed slightly.

"Impulse." Tian Jieqiong frowned, looked at Zhang Yuan's back, and a trace of vague worry flashed in her eyes.

Tian Zhenhua stared at Zhang Yuan and suddenly whispered: "It's not necessarily a bad thing. Just look at his confident look and you should deal with it."

Tian Jieqiong nodded absent-mindedly.

"I understand." Wu Wei looked at Zhang Yuan and Liu Zhonglei beside Zhang Yuan, and murmured thoughtfully.

"What do you understand?" Tian Zhenhua was puzzled.

"It's okay, let's see him first." Wu Wei was perfunctory.

“…”

"Your Excellency." Pan Panda looked at Zhang Yuan, and a hint of astonishment flashed in his eyes. He didn't expect Zhang Yuan to answer so simply, and he didn't expect that this kid was so confident.

"How much your poem is written in this round or not, I will draw with you." Pan Panda glanced at Zhang Yuan deeply and sighed sincerely.

"Please." Zhang Yuan didn't say anything, but just smiled and made a gesture to Pan Panda.

"Listen, listen!" Panpanda shouted at the noisy people.

The chaotic scene was a stagnant.

Seeing that the scene was quiet, Pan Panda ignored it and immediately walked forward a few steps.

"My teacher's aura in the past is rising!"

As he took the first step, Panpanda read the first verse.

Listen quietly in the morning.

Seeing that the atmosphere was quiet, Panpanda was not in a hurry. He took three steps slowly before continuing to recite the following three sentences.

But this time he didn't let everyone wait too long, and the next three sentences were completed in one go.

After this poem, everyone present was silent.

This This This This...

The feeling of this poem is not much worse than the Jiang Xue poem by Zhang Yuan just now!!

I have to admit that this is a good poem!

"Oh, although this person is a little shameless, there is nothing to choose from in poetry."

Tian Zhenhua sighed deeply, but the voice was not loud, only the three people in the pavilion could hear it.

However, when this sentence was said, Tian Jieqiong looked at Zhang Yuan with a little more worry.

"The artistic conception of this poem is more than better than his last winter." Wu Wei scratched the door and yawned, "I hope this kid can catch it."

"It's not that easy!" Tian Zhenhua also had a hint of worry in his eyes when he looked at Zhang Yuan.

"Your Excellency, it's your turn." Pan Panda stood with his hands behind his back, his face without any joy or sorrow, and his indifferent expression seemed to have let go of his persistence.
Chapter completed!