Yi Tianxing looked at Ye Qingyun.

"Mr. Ye, let me introduce you."

He pointed at the man in white robe.

"This man's name is Du Wei. He is a good friend of mine for many years and a poet respected by everyone in the Tang Dynasty."

Poet Saint Duwe!

A poetic saint who dominated the poetry world of the Tang Dynasty for three hundred years.

I once had the feat of writing three hundred lines of poetry in one night.

Ranked as one of the Seven Sages of the Tang Dynasty.

"This is also my good friend Zhuge Yuanxin, who is known as the Qin Sage of the Tang Dynasty."

Yi Tianxing pointed at the woman in green shirt again.

Zhuge Yuanxin, the Great Tang Qin Sage!

She is one of the Seven Sages of the Tang Dynasty and the only woman among the Seven Sages.

The Seven Sages of the Tang Dynasty, music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine and tea, the three of the Seven Sages are all here.

For the people of the Tang Dynasty, it was an incomparable honor to be able to meet the Three Saints at once.

No wonder Li Tianmin and the others were so excited.

"It turns out they are two seniors, disrespectful and disrespectful."

Ye Qingyun cupped his hands.

Du Wei looked at Ye Qingyun and smiled: "This is the first time I have seen Yi Tianxing lose to someone else in Go."

Ye Qingyun scratched his head.

"It's just luck."

"This situation makes me want to write a poem."

Du Wei is worthy of being a poet, and he wants to recite poetry at this moment.

"Quick, quick, quick, the poet saint is going to compose a poem, hurry up and write it down!"

Li Tianmin immediately called on the officials to get ready quickly.

This is a rare opportunity.

I can hear the poets writing poems with my own ears.

Du Wei touched the stubble on his face.

"Yes!"

"I have been to the Tang Palace several times."

"The confrontation between black and white meets under the moon."

"The Qin poem stands in the clouds and looks at the mountains."

"One person sighs and one person is empty."

As soon as this poem came out, everyone present clapped their hands and applauded.

"Wonderful! Wonderful!"

"This poem really describes the situation just now vividly!"

"The Saint of Poetry is indeed a Saint of Poetry! Poems from the ages are at your fingertips!"

"I must write it down! I have another excellent piece of poetry from the Tang Dynasty!"

Ye Qingyun felt strange for a while.

This poem... seems to be just average.

"Master Ye, what do you think of my poem?"

Du Wei looked at Ye Qingyun and asked with a smile.
Chapter completed!