Chapter 3932 (1/2)

Hearing that Ye Fan really ”didn't know”, Xiao Tingshu showed a touch of pride at the bottom of his eyes.

The surrounding literati were surprised.

”Lord sword God, you really don't know the God of poetry?”

”No, even if you don't study literature, you should have heard of the peak of poetry.”

Everyone thought it was incredible. They could only blame Ye Fan's obsession with swordsmanship, so they didn't dabble in foreign things.

”In fact, we generally only call him the 'God of poetry'! He is a literary giant who pushed poetry to the peak!”

Xiao Tingshu bowed to heaven and said, ”every poem of the God of poetry is a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation.”

”It can be said that since ancient times, all the literary circles have put the classics together, which is not comparable to that made by the God of poetry alone!”

”The God of poetry was born in a world called famine. There are different opinions on his specific identity, so it is impossible to study it.”

”Most of his poems have been spread to all the world by scholars in the wilderness, so that we can have the opportunity to enjoy these masterpiece!”

The emperor thought of something at this time and said, ”sword God, if I remember correctly, have you been to the wasteland, haven't you heard of the God of poetry?”

Ye Fan couldn't laugh or cry. If he told them that he was mostly the God of poetry, he probably thought he was ”Crazy”.

However, I didn't expect that the poetry came, and no one knew about him, the author of ”Wen plagiarism”?

Ye Fan didn't understand what was wrong, but he didn't want to be famous, so it doesn't matter.

”I seem to have heard...” Ye Fan said vaguely.

”Hehe, the sword God doesn't have to care. You are a swordsman. It's normal to lack common sense in literature,” Xiao Tingshu said.

The voice outside these words is obviously saying that ye fan has no culture.

But ye fan doesn't mind. He thinks he's not a big cultural man.

However, since it is his poems publicized and some expressions of the original author, he still hopes to spread them accurately.

Ye Fan pointed to Xiao Tong's appreciation article and said, ”this article is well written, but there is a little problem.”

”Oh? Lord Jianshen, do you also study poetry? We are all ears!” Xiao Tingshu joked.

”Here's the sentence 'why should the Qiang flute complain about willows'. The' willows' in it is not a real willow tree, but a song.”

”Because I heard that there is a song” willow song ”, which specifically describes the feeling of farewell.”

”You see, the Qiang flute is a musical instrument, and it complements each other when it echoes with the music,” Ye Fan said.

As soon as these words came out, some literati thought they were quite reasonable.

”It seems so. Is it really a song?”

”Isn't it? Young master Xiao Tong's article must have been read by everyone Xiao. Can you still understand it wrong?”

Hearing the comments of the people around him, Xiao Tingshu narrowed his eyes.

”I dare ask the sword God, how is this song played? Does the sword God know?”

Ye Fan shook his head, ”I don't know.”

”In that case, the sword God is just a guess?” Xiao Tingshu said with a smile: ”how can we make a conclusion without evidence?”

”Yes, the study of poetry needs to be combined with historical facts and classics and read widely. I'm afraid the sword God doesn't know much about this,” ZHUGE Yun said deeply.

”When it comes to the study of the God of poetry, Xiao everyone can be called the top three in the world. Master Xiao Tong's understanding is certainly not wrong!”