Chapter 155: Yulin Bell (Second Update)

The night fell quietly, and at this moment, the entire Tianfeng City was full of people.

The heaven and earth are located in the most prosperous street of Tianfeng City, and the road is full of lanterns at the moment, like a mighty and inextinguishable fire.

The sparsely populated heaven and earth on weekdays are now overcrowded, and the faint and gloomy singing slowly floats out to the three floors of heaven and earth, and the young and beautiful woman shuttles through the crowd, and the faint fragrance of the virgin body floats throughout the heaven and earth, accompanied by a heavy recitation.

In the past, heaven and earth were a gathering place for the rich, but today it is a gathering place for talented and beautiful people.

The name of frost resounded throughout Tianfeng City, and she was already a martial artist in the martial arts realm at a young age, but her achievements in martial arts could not hide her talent at all.

Waving a feather fan, wandering through the entire restaurant, his eyes narrowed slightly, Ye Chen's gaze kept sweeping back and forth around, while Mu Chen sat quietly on the side, ignoring the talented women around him, and the eyes of the talented women around him more or less fell on the two of them.

"Although the martial arts style is dominant in the Martial God Continent, the literary style is not weak at all!" Putting away the feather fan, Ye Chen chuckled, and at the same time raised the wine glass in his hand and touched it with Mu Chen slightly.

At the entrance of the wine, a faint fragrance filled his mouth, Ye Chen squinted his eyes slightly, quietly tasting the wine, and at this moment, a pleasant female voice sounded:

"Dare to ask Gongzi if he will be free later!" Ye Chen looked up, and there was a charming woman standing in front of him, it was the woman at noon, shaking her head, and chuckling: "What's the matter?"

Zi Ning looked at Ye Chen with a strange look, and then her jade fingers moved slightly, pointed to the direction behind her, and said with a smile: "The beauty has an appointment!

Looking in the direction of the jade finger, a young girl's face was flushed, and she didn't dare to look directly at Ye Chen's gaze, fiddling with her sleeves.

Ye Chen couldn't help but have a smile on his face, this is already the first time tonight?

Even though the woman's face was flushed and extremely attractive, Ye Chen still shook her head, and when the woman saw this, she couldn't help but sigh gloomily and left quietly.

Looking at the woman's back, Zi Ning looked at Ye Chen with strange eyes, and said suspiciously: "Childe, you have been sitting on the second floor for so long!

Regarding Zi Ning's words, Ye Chen listened to them several times tonight, still shook his head, pointed to it, and said with a smile: "I don't mean to be on the second layer, but on the third layer!"

"Third layer!" Zi Ning's watery eyes showed a strange color, and he said in a low voice: "Childe is going to the third layer!"

Tonight's poetry meeting is held by the first talented woman in Tianfeng City, naturally different from usual, it sets a rule, there are three layers in heaven and earth, and if you want to enter the first layer, you have to give a poem, and its poem must be a good poem to enter the heaven and earth, and two poems can enter the second layer, and if you want to enter the third layer, you have to go through a certain test.

Therefore, above the third layer of heaven and earth, all of them are literati and Confucians, and their literary talents are amazing, and the frost is impressive in the third layer.

Smiling and nodding, Ye Chen put down the wine glass in his hand, stood up from his seat, and walked towards the stairs of the third floor, Mu Chen followed closely behind, Ye Chen's temperament was already extraordinary, and he stood out like a chicken in the second layer, his move attracted the attention of several people, and more was the curiosity of those beauties.

Looking at the back, a trace of absurdity flashed in Zi Ning's eyes, in her eyes, although Ye Chen was extraordinary, it was enough to show his talent by being able to stand on the second layer at the moment, however, all of them above the second layer were literati and great Confucians, how could they be compared to a young scholar who was just showing his edge.

With his steps, Zi Ning followed closely behind Ye Chen, and the people around him were also curious, and standing at the third step was an old man.

The old man has gray hair, a ruddy complexion, and there is not the slightest fluctuation of true qi on his body, but it is not to be underestimated, it is a Confucian atmosphere.

The old man was still sitting in his place, his clear eyes were staring at Ye Chen tightly, his fingers tapped on the table and chair, and he said lightly: "This son is going to the third floor!"

The voice was heavy, faintly revealing a smell of atmosphere, Ye Chen bowed slightly, smiled, and said softly: "Exactly! I don't know what the test is to enter the third layer! You need to compose one poem to enter the first layer, and two poems to enter the second layer, do you need three poems to enter the third layer, please give me advice!"

Ye Chen's performance was neither humble nor arrogant, modest and elegant, and did not have the panic or pride that the previous testers revealed.

Since ancient times, how arrogant the talented man is, and now Ye Chen's performance undoubtedly made the Zi Ning beside him shine, looking at the confidence involved in the corners of Ye Chen's mouth, could he really go to the third layer?

The old man's face was still the same, but there was a hint of appreciation in his eyes, now there are too many young people who are arrogant and arrogant, there is no doubt that Ye Chen's performance left a great impression on him, he pondered for half a minute, and said in a deep voice: "You don't need to compose three poems to enter the third layer, only one poem is enough! However, this poem is not arbitrary, it needs to be written according to my intentions, can the son be ready! No one has passed from the old man to the third layer tonight!"

This test was beyond Ye Chen's expectations, but Ye Chen was not afraid, nodded slightly, and said softly: "Please ask Mr. to ask for the question!"

"A scholar is to go to the official career and parting with his wife, and pour out his reluctance to compose a poem!And your starting point is to start from the young woman, not the scholar!" The old man pondered for a while, and said his intention, and as soon as the words came out, the faces of the talented and beautiful people around him changed.

Although this idea is not difficult in the past, but now it is mainly based on the idea of a young woman, and the difficulty is greatly increased.

If the poet is a woman, perhaps, this poem is not difficult, but the poet is the young scholar in front of him, just that young age, how can he feel the emotion of reluctance, but also to express it in the direction of a young woman, Zi Ning shook her head slightly, and the old man in front of her was too tricky.

At this moment, these talented people around them realized the reason why so many people failed to pass just now.

Mu Chen always stood quietly beside Ye Chen, but his eyes fell on Ye Chen, there was a rare trace of incomprehension in his gaze, the children of the family did not have a literal explanation, in this world, martial arts are respected, Ye Chen must be the same, but when Ye Chen entered the second layer, he was shocked by Ye Chen's talent for poetry.

His eyes slowly closed, and after a few moments, Ye Chen opened his eyes again, waved the feather fan in his hand, took a step forward, and said slowly: "The cold cicada is poignant, the long pavilion is late, the shower is at the beginning, the tent of the capital is empty, the nostalgia is the place, and the Lanzhou is urging." Holding hands and looking at each other's teary eyes, they were speechless and choked. Thinking of going to a thousand miles of smoke and waves, the twilight is heavy and the sky is wide. ”

Ye Chen's voice resounded throughout the second layer, and before the first half of the que was finished, there was no sound of conversation among the people around him, and the old man also stood up suddenly.

Although Ye Chen read it unhappily, but it fits the artistic conception of the words, but it is done in one go, plus he is a person with deep literary skills, as if everyone is in the autumn wind, autumn rain, and the season full of dead leaves, after the torrential rain, in the long pavilion in the evening, a woman and her husband talk about parting, the wine is mixed with the tears of the wife, don't belong, the love is unbearable, the boat family is ruthless, urging Lan Zhou, there are no words, only a thousand lines of tears, the woman's reluctance is vividly reflected.

"Affectionate parting since ancient times, more Nakan, snubbing the Qingqiu Festival, the willow bank, the wind and the waning moon, this year, it should be a good day and a good time, even if there are thousands of scenery, who to say?" In Ye Chen's deep voice at that time, the second half seemed to make a picture appear in front of everyone's eyes, a woman standing alone on the empty and lonely shore, thinking of her husband on the other side, borrowing wine to dispel her sorrows, I don't know when I woke up, when I woke up, I could only face the lonely willow shore

The audience fell into a death-like silence, everyone was intoxicated in that artistic conception, and there were even more beautiful women who couldn't help crying, touching poetry and sadness, and the old man's eyes also fell into a sluggishness, everything in the past kept playing back in the eyes of the old man, Juan'er, where are you now, tears slowly dripped down the corners of the old man's eyes.

With a gloomy sigh, pulling Mu Chen, who was also sluggish beside him, Ye Chen flashed slightly, and his figure jumped into the stairs, gradually disappearing into the momentum of the stairs.

When the sound of ticking footsteps sounded, it alarmed the intoxicated people, and at this moment, they realized that Ye Chen was no longer there.

And at this moment, Ye Chen's voice slowly floated from the stairs again: the clothes and belts are gradually widening and they will not regret it, and they will be haggard for Yixiao, so even if there are thousands of lovesickness and thousands of styles, who can they complain to