Chapter 1215

When she stepped out, Ye Qing walked among the crowd and said slowly, "the young woman in the boudoir doesn't know how to worry. In spring, she makes up and goes up the Cui building. Suddenly, she sees the willow color on the street and regrets teaching her husband to find a marquis."

A classic boudoir resentment poem. Ye Qing reads it out. The process is full of feelings, as if she were a resentful woman in the boudoir.

What is the most important thing when reading aloud? It is undoubtedly emotional color! As the winner of the Oscar, Ye Qing is perfect and impeccable in acting.

The affectionate recitation affected the great saints present. It seemed that they followed Ye Qing to the boudoir and became a complaining woman who missed her husband day and night.

Ye Qing has finished reciting, but the whole audience is still quiet. People are obsessed with it, and there is still something to be said.

Ye Qing is not only brilliant in creation, but also highly accomplished in poetry reading. She is not a concept at all with those ordinary people present.

"The young woman in the boudoir doesn't know how to worry. She puts on her makeup in spring and goes up to the Cui building... Good poem! Good poem!"

"It's wonderful to teach my husband to find a marquis. Although his expression is very straightforward, it fully expresses the remorse of the women in the boudoir and the longing for my husband!"

After a short silence, the great sage in the presence began to talk about it. He praised several poems made by Ye Qing and spoke highly of them!

Ye Qing is calm and calm. In fact, he is just a porter of nature. Those poems are created by cultural people on earth and have nothing to do with Ye Qing's half a dime.

The key to the problem is that the funny people in the fantasy world have never heard of such a high level of poetry, and they are all restrained by Ye Qing for a time!

"Tang Bohu, you are the God of poetry! Awesome! Awesome!"

"What, Tang Bohu, that's just his pseudonym. His real name is Ye Qing!"

"Unexpectedly, elder martial brother Ye Qing is still a talented man. He is really talented and rich in learning!"

"Elder martial brother Ye Qing's talent is enough to be called the God of poetry! In my opinion, no one can compare with elder martial brother Ye Qing in chanting poetry in the middle heaven!"

"I don't think it's appropriate to call Ye Qing the God of poetry. Ye Qing is the son of the devil heaven Saint gate. It's more appropriate to call Ye Qing the devil of poetry."

All kinds of wonderful voices are talking about Ye Qing's poetry and trying to name Ye Qing.

It is well known that every outstanding poet has a famous title, such as poet Li Bai, poet Du Fu and so on.

Of course, those great saints here have never heard of the titles of poetry immortals and poetry saints on earth. They just feel that they want to give Ye Qing a title.

After some discussion, more than 1000 great saints present agreed that it was more appropriate to call Ye Qing the God of poetry.

Ye Qing, who is singing poetry against her, suddenly turns black and twitches at the corners of her mouth. The God of poetry sounds very high, but it is easy to be misunderstood. Ye Qing seems to be wet

"God of poetry, I'm really Tesco!"

Ye Qing was speechless and couldn't help it. The great saints present basically agreed to the title of the God of poetry, and they had shouted and began to call Ye Qing the God of poetry.

Even if ye Qing doesn't agree, there's no way. She can only accept the name of everyone.

"Tang Bohu, do you have any other boudoir resentment poems? I still want to hear them!" the dark moon messenger of the holy King took the initiative to speak, and his eyes were full of desire.

In her opinion, Ye Qing must have inventory in her stomach. As long as Ye Qing is willing, she can enjoy more high-level poems.

In the middle heaven region, poetry has actually developed for a long time, at least tens of thousands of years.

However, those martial artists are basically practicing all day, and they really don't have much interest in reciting poetry and fighting against each other.

In addition, poetry is not a sideline at all, and it does not help to improve the strength of martial arts.

Naturally, there are few talented people who study poetry and create poetry. Basically, everyone regards it as an entertainment activity.

The dark moon messenger strongly demanded that many great saints present were also in high spirits and wanted to listen to Ye Qing's poetry.

In particular, some of the beautiful saints present were angry when they looked at Ye Qing, and they had incomparable admiration for Ye Qing. Some excited beauties were soaked all over, just like hungry wolves. They didn't rush up and put Ye Qing down.

Such a talented and arrogant young man has strong lethality to beautiful women. The beautiful women present can't resist Ye Qing's great temptation.

"The red lotus root is fragrant and the jade mat is in autumn. Take off the Luo clothes and go on the LAN boat alone. Who sends brocade books in the clouds? When the wild goose returns, the moon is full in the West Tower."

Ye Qing recited slowly, full of emotion in the process. I have to say that Ye Qing is a full acting school, and her acting skills are at the peak.

In the process of reciting poetry, Ye Qing simply regarded herself as a young lady in the boudoir, with infinite melancholy. Every poem she recited was full of essence.

"When the wild goose returns, the moon is full in the West building. Wonderful! Wonderful! It's amazing!"

"Awesome! Awesome! Indeed, Ye Qing is worthy of the God of poetry! The son of our magic heaven holy gate is not only the leader in martial arts cultivation, but also the leader in poetry!"

"Ye Qing, the God of poetry!"

"Ye Qing, the God of poetry, is powerful!"

"The God of poetry is mighty!"

Many of the great saints present couldn't help but become Ye Qing's fans, waving flags and shouting for Ye Qing.

The poems created by Ye Qing completely exceed their level. They don't have any courage to compete with Ye Qing.

It's better to be a melon eater, wave the flag and shout for Ye Qing and blow rainbow farts.

Murong Yan and Baihua Da Sheng in the crowd have been completely subdued by Ye Qing's talent.

In their opinion, they are lucky to be friends with Ye Qing and even develop into confidantes in the future!

At first, she just liked Ye Qing and thought Ye Qing was a once-in-a-lifetime genius.

But after a period of understanding, Baihua Dasheng found that he had deeply fallen in love with Ye Qing and couldn't extricate himself!

You know, Ye Qing is also a talented scholar. He is called the God of poetry. Who can not love him?

Bai Huada Sheng himself likes those educated talents. Ye Qing undoubtedly meets all her requirements.

After several consecutive poems, Ye Qing seemed to become the focus of the audience, and everyone paid attention to Ye Qing's every move.

In the beautiful eyes of the dark moon Messenger, there are many colorful things. Even the proud dark moon messenger and the disciples of the dark moon emperor appreciate Ye Qing.

The dark moon messenger even looked forward to it and wanted Ye Qing to continue singing some wonderful poems.

"Flowers float away and water flows by itself. A kind of Acacia, two idle worries. There is no way to eliminate this situation. Only then did I frown, but on my heart."

Suddenly, Ye Qing in the crowd spoke slowly, and another classic poem with the theme of boudoir resentment was recited.

For a moment, the whole audience was in an uproar, and everyone was restrained by Ye Qing's talent!

It's not too difficult to make a good poem in a short time, and Ye Qing has created many poems in a short time. No one can do it!

Qin Mu, Zai Shang, Bai Zhanji and AO Jia are still unhappy and unconvinced. They just don't have the courage to challenge Ye Qing in reciting poetry.

With their little talent, if they dare to challenge Ye Qing, they will lose very ugly.

In the temple of the sun, Qin Mu can be called a talented man, but he and Ye Qing are thousands of miles away.

That is not what diligence or hard work can make up, but the gap in talent, which belongs to talent!