Ye Fan sounded a bit familiar, and looked back and found that an old man was walking with a cane, surrounded by a group of students.

"Is it Mrs. Zhang?"

"It can be considered that Zhang is old!"

Among the crowd, it seems that Ye Fan really recognizes the respected old Zhang!

Ye Fan saw the old man's photo in the exhibition area of ​​the academy before, but he didn't expect to see it today.

Zhang Lao approached and found that the atmosphere seemed not quite right.

"What's the matter, Dean Zhuge, why is his face so bad?"

"Oh, it's okay, Zhang Lao has come all the way, it's hard work," Zhuge Yunshen was also very polite.

"Students have seen Mr. Zhang!" Xiao Tingshu was very respectful.

Zhang Lao nodded, and then looked at Ye Fan with excitement in his eyes: "Punma, I didn't expect that the old man will see you again in this life!"

At this moment, Zhuge Yunshen and others were surprised.

"Lao Zhang, why do you call the sword **** a consort? You have known each other a long time ago?" Zhuge Yunshen asked.

"Naturally know it, but I'm afraid that he has forgotten such a small person as the old man? After all, you are already the emperor admired by all races..." Zhang Lao said with emotion.

Ye Fan smiled, "Why, Zhang Sheng, Mrs. Zhang, I didn't expect you to come to Kyushu all the time."

"Do you remember the old man? Haha, the old man is satisfied even if he closes his eyes! Haha..." Zhang Sheng was very happy.

He is in Dazheng, as a literary master, although he is quite prestigious, but in front of Ye Fan, he is naturally nothing.

In addition, after experiencing the apocalyptic famine, the literati actually suffered countless deaths and injuries. Zhang Sheng also felt his insignificance, and later faded out of his vision and concentrated on researching articles.

In Zhang Sheng's view, the most fortunate thing in this life is to witness the birth of the "Dazheng Poetry God".

However, the status is very different, Zhang Sheng only occasionally heard about some of Ye Fan's deeds, but he did not expect to see it again.

Now in Qiangu Academy, seeing Ye Fan himself, the old master also burst into tears.

The emperor returned: "Lao Zhang is the first person in the world to study the God of Poetry. Most of the poems of the God of Poetry are compiled and sorted out by him. Didn't expect that Lao Zhang is still an old friend of the Sword God?"

"Yeah, I saw it a long time ago, and the Oiran Contest is not a young man."

Ye Fan smiled and said: "Then I wish Mrs. Zhang good health, I have other things, so I will leave first."

"Go?" Zhang Sheng said in surprise, "Is it so fast? Didn't you come to Wenxin Club to give a speech to everyone?"

"Speech?" Ye Fan couldn't laugh or cry, "Of course not."

Zhang Sheng became even more puzzled, and asked Zhuge Yunshen: "Dean Zhuge, who is more qualified to speak at Wenxin's meeting in the literary world today? Why not arrange it?"

"The God of Poetry?" Xiao Tingshu smiled and said, "Lao Zhang, this is the God of Sword, not the God of Poetry."

"I don't know yet, is this Lord Sword God?"

Zhang Sheng glared at Xiao Tingshu angrily, and said, "Master Sword God, he is the deity of the Primordial Poetry God!!"

"..."

The needle falling in the audience can be heard...

The brains of every literati were buzzing, echoing Zhang Sheng's words...

The **** of poems, the **** of swords! ?

How can it be! ?

The emperor Guizi looked at Ye Fan with surprise and playfulness, which was deeply interesting.

"You... don't you know!?"

Zhang Sheng looked surprised.

"Lao Zhang...you...are you really joking? Sword God...how...how could it be..." Xiao Tingshu was dumbfounded, his tongue knotted.

"Mischief!! I witnessed with my own eyes that Lord Sword God one step at a time, one sentence after another masterpiece, only afterwards compiled "The Collection of Precious Poems and Gods"!"

"The old man has seen it with his own eyes, heard with his ears, and wrote in his own handwriting, but there are still falsehoods!?"

Zhang Sheng's words made all the scholars in the audience stunned.

The eyes looking at Ye Fan, in addition to the previous awe, even became a little fanatical!

"There is no reason...Er Deng didn't know that the Sword God is the Poet God?"

Zhang Sheng hurriedly looked at the disciples around him, "What the **** is going on with you? Didn't you inform the publishing house of Kyushu about the identity of the **** of poetry?"

The disciples who followed were a little helpless. One of them said, "Teacher, we said, but...but I don't know why, none of the poetry collections coming out of Kyushu indicate the identity of the **** of poetry."

"Yes, I waited to ask, but I didn't reply."

"So we thought that the name of the sword **** was too sensitive to be written in the book, and then we didn't dare to ask more."

The literati nearby also nodded one after another, saying that they had never seen such information.

"As far as I know, Kyushu's announcements are all internally reviewed by the Alliance. If some publications involving important figures such as the Sword God, Thirty and Ten, will indeed be subject to strict jurisdiction."

The emperor returned: "I want to come, because you did not provide enough evidence to prove that this book was written by the sword god, so you did not allow the book to be published in the name of the sword god."

"Yes! If the Sword God publishes a book, everyone in the world will know it, and that book will sell crazy!"

Everyone nodded one after another, thinking it was the truth.

"So that's what happened..."

Zhang Sheng also expressed his understanding and sighed: "It's true, for the Lord of Sword God, the name of the God of Poetry is nothing at all."

Ye Fan couldn't laugh or cry, he wondered if Su Qingxue and the others deliberately controlled it after they discovered it.

After all, these poems were not original by him, and he didn't want to be named as the author. One thing more is better than one thing less.

"I didn't expect that the Sword God turned out to be a prehistoric poetic god?"

"On Wu Guanjue the world, the paper is also the first person in ancient and modern times!"

"Master Sword God is actually both civil and martial artist, and he has reached the highest level. He is really a god!"

A group of scholars no longer knew what vocabulary to use to describe their admiration for Ye Fan at this time.

Zhuge Yunshen and Chen Bowen waited, looking at Ye Fan's eyes, there was no bit of resentment, only a deep admiration.

"Everyone, Xiao, it seems...that'Yangliu' should be a tune. After all, the original author has said it. Would you like to go back and change it?"

When everyone looked at Xiao Tingshu again, they only thought that this guy was really a clown.

"Father, is the willow really a tree?" Xiao Tong asked tremblingly.

"It should be...not," Xiao Tingshu smiled more ugly than crying.

"Still stubborn? What'should'? Do you know his poems better than the deity of the **** of poetry?"

"Yeah, I didn't expect Xiao Tingshu to be just a man of fame."

Hearing the ridicule around him, Xiao Tingshu wanted to find a way to get in.

He felt that the world had collapsed, and he couldn't understand what kind of evildoer, capable of both civil and military cultivation to such an outrageous level! ?

Had it not been for hanging, Xiao Tingshu would have knelt down with both legs.

The emperor returned with a smile: "I have known the Sword God for so long, and I don't know that the Sword God's talents are so unique in the world, Sword God Lord, you can hide so deeply."

"After today, not only the martial artists of the world, but even the students of the world will regard you as a role model. You have nothing to say. What do you want to talk to the literati?"

A group of scholars immediately looked at Ye Fan eagerly.

"Master Sword God! Tell us about it!"

"How did you study, how can you come up with so many masterpieces!?"

Ye Fan glanced at the emperor helplessly, this old boy made it impossible for him to get off the stage.

After thinking about it, Ye Fan said, "It's the same sentence just now, no matter the literati or martial artist, as long as they are strong enough, they can naturally gain a foothold in the world."

"As the saying goes, ‘It’s not a bit of cold, how can the plum blossoms smell so sweet. No one asks under the ten-year window, you become famous in one fell swoop.’"

As soon as he uttered these words, Mr. Zhang next to him shivered again, chanting "Become famous in one fell swoop", and kept nodding.

"Okay...Okay! I take it this way! Sword God's talents still benefit the old man a lot!"

The readers at the scene were also encouraged and thoroughly believed that the sword **** is the poet god!

Ye Fan regretted it and said a few more words unconsciously.

He couldn't bear so many enthusiastic eyes, hugged Tuantuan quickly, and drew out a broken dragon shadow!

In the presence of a group of scholars, this high-level space power's Azure Dragon skill really made everyone present astonished!

Seeing the vivid, swimming phantom of the Azure Dragon, all the teachers and students were stunned.

The energy of this spatial fluctuation alone has actually made the audience tremble!

Ye Fan hugged his daughter, took a step, and immediately disappeared from the Wenxin meeting.

A group of literati and ink guests stood there blankly, unable to calm the inner turmoil for a long time...