There were a few poetry experts on the first floor, and they were in charge of the competition for the people on the first floor.
"Everyone should be here by now, and it's about time."
An old man swept his gaze across the crowd and said.
"Then let's prepare for the competition."
That He Yu cupped his fist and asked, "May I ask Elder Yang, what is the topic of this competition?"
"There is no topic. You just need to take out your self-created poem and submit it to us. After that, we will select 100 people from the 800 of you to enter the second floor."
Elder Yang stroked his beard and said plainly.
"Isn't this a little inappropriate?
If it's not a topic, then it's easy to use plagiarized or prepared poems to deal with it. "
That scholar Liu Buhui cupped his fist and said.
"Hahaha."
Elder Yang stroked his beard and said with a smile, "What's the point?
If you don't have real talent, even if you enter the second floor, what can you get?
Not only will you not get what you want, but you will also embarrass yourself, or you will just be a foil. "
"Then isn't it unfair to the others?"
"This world is unfair. If you have the ability, then take out a good poem. Then you will definitely enter the second floor. If you don't have the ability, then what's the use of going?
You have 15 minutes to compose, write your name, and the list of people who advance will be announced in an hour! "
Then, Duanmu Xuan's Beautiful Eyes looked at Ye Tianyi and said, "I will write a poem for you."
She didn't think that Ye Tianyi could understand poetry. This person was already outstanding enough. His medical skills, alchemy skills, array formation skills, talent, flirting skills, etc … If he also knew poetry, then it would be too fake. The main thing was that if you were old enough, then it could be explained that you were good in all aspects. But you were only in your twenties, and it was impossible for him to know poetry.
"No need, I will do it myself. Save your best for yourself. Wouldn't it be awkward if one of the two can't go up?"
Ye Tianyi didn't know how good she was in this aspect, but he didn't need her. He had plenty in his mind.
"Can you write poems?"
Duanmu Xuan looked at Ye Tianyi in surprise.
"Aiya, even if I don't know how to write, I know how to copy.
Anyway, I'm just a bystander that the old man said. I'm not going to do anything. "
Duanmu Xuan: "…"
"You're really something."
Ye Tianyi smiled and walked to the side to write a poem.
"Done?"
When Duanmu Xuan saw that Ye Tianyi had finished writing in a short while, she glanced at him curiously.
It would be awkward if he couldn't go up.
"Done."
"Let me see."
"Yes."
Ye Tianyi handed it to her.
Duanmu Xuan glanced at it and couldn't help but frown.
These words … were a little scary.
Clearly, this word made Duanmu Xuan feel that Ye Tianyi might have really copied it.
"This poem is very good. Why don't I write it for you?"
When Duanmu Xuan saw Ye Tianyi's poem, her Beautiful Eyes lit up.
Even if he copied it, he had to have a place to copy it. Duanmu Xuan had never seen this poem before, but the standard was definitely very high. It was a very amazing poem.
"No need. Anyway, I'm not going to do anything. It's fine as long as I can go up."
Ye Tianyi shrugged his shoulders and said.
He came here to help Duanmu Xuan complete this order mission. He could complete it tonight and then wait for the third one. After completing it, the system's ultimate mission would be over and he would have Arrogance Points to use.
If he didn't have Arrogance Points, Ye Tianyi wouldn't dare to provoke those big shots. Moreover, he still had the threat of Shura. If he didn't do it well, something big might happen.
"Okay."
Then, they handed in the poem.
…
The second floor was a very, very big clubhouse. The entire second floor was filled with close to a thousand people. Basically, a faction would only have five or six people at most. Just think about it, how many factions were gathered here?
There were strong and weak factions, but those who could directly come to the second floor were destined to be strong.
They sat there and discussed Dao. The young people chatted with each other and got to know each other.
"Supremacy Mo, will Her Majesty be coming to this poetry gathering?"
A few people surrounded a handsome man. That's right, it was Mo Bai from Divine Tactics Sect, Huang Lian's suitor.
His status could be said to be one of the highest in this poetry gathering. Even during Huang Lian's mother's birthday banquet, his status was also one of the highest.
One had to know that Divine Tactics Sect's position was above the Seven Upper Palaces. It was enough to show how strong this Sect was.
As for Mo Bai, he wasn't even a genius of Divine Tactics Sect. He was a thousand-year-old expert. Therefore, other than having a strong background, he was also very experienced. Moreover, his realm was also very high. He was at the top of the Heaven Ranking in his generation.
Mo Bai sat there and smiled, "Of course I will come. Otherwise, wouldn't this poetry gathering lose a lot of meaning?"
"Hahaha, Supremacy Mo is right. Who doesn't know that Supremacy Mo is Her Majesty's number one suitor?"
An old man smiled, then stroked his beard and asked, "But I heard that during the birthday banquet, Her Majesty announced that she had found His Majesty?
Is this true or false? "
Mo Bai was angry when he thought about this. Although he didn't know the whole story, he really didn't believe it. There should be a reason behind this, and he could roughly guess the reason. Therefore, he didn't stop pursuing Huang Lian.
"Whether it's true or false, it's up to you."
Mo Bai took a sip of wine and said lightly.
The meaning of his words was very clear. If you think it's true, then it's true. If you think it's false, then it's false. Since he didn't directly say it's true, then it means it's false.
"Yes, Supremacy Mo is right."
These experts were also licking Mo Bai's boots. They couldn't help it. Divine Tactics Sect was such a huge force.
"Amitabha, things like fate are too profound. Benefactor Bai, you can't force anything. You can only leave it to fate."
An old man who looked like a monk beside him said lightly.
Mo Bai bowed respectfully, "Great Master Wuxin is right. This junior will keep it in mind."
Obviously, Great Master Wuxin's status was higher.
"Hmm, I wonder what poem Benefactor Bai will come up with this time?"
Great Master Wuxin asked curiously.
"This junior has been composing this poem for half a year. It's written for Her Majesty."
"Oh?
Infatuation? I'm looking forward to it. "
Great Master Wuxin took a sip of tea and nodded.
At this moment, Huang Lian walked out with two beautiful maids. Obviously, she had been here for a long time.
Everyone stood up one after another and bowed.
"Greetings, Her Majesty!"
Mo Bai's eyes lit up when he saw Huang Lian!
It wasn't because she was beautiful. There was no doubt about her beauty. It was because of another reason!