Chapter 3935 Still Stubborn

Ye Fan sounded familiar, turned around and found an old man walking with a cane, surrounded by a group of students.

"Is it Mrs. Zhang?"

"It can be regarded as waiting until Zhang is old!"

Among the crowd, Ye Fan really recognizes the respected Mr. Zhang!

Ye Fan had seen a photo of the old man in the exhibition area of ​​the academy before, but he did not expect to see it today.

Mr. Zhang walked up to him and found that the atmosphere was not right.

"What's going on, Dean Zhuge, why do you look so pale?"

"Oh, no problem, Mr. Zhang came all the way, thank you for your hard work." Zhuge Yunshen was also very polite.

"The student has met Mr. Zhang!" Xiao Tingshu was very respectful.

Mr. Zhang nodded, and then said to Ye Fan with excited eyes, "My son-in-law, I never thought I would see you again in this life!"

This time, Zhuge Yunshen and others all showed surprise.

"Mr. Zhang, why do you call the sword god the son-in-law? You have known each other for a long time?" Zhuge Yunshen asked.

"Naturally, it's just that the son-in-law has probably forgotten such a small person as the old man, right? After all, you are already an emperor respected by all races..." Mr. Zhang sighed with emotion.

Ye Fan smiled, "How could it be, Master Zhang Sheng, I didn't expect you to come to Kyushu all the time."

"My son-in-law still remembers me? Haha, even if I close my eyes, I will be satisfied! Haha..." Zhang Sheng was very happy.

He is in Dazheng, and as a leading figure in the literary world, although he is quite prestigious, he is nothing in front of Ye Fan.

Coupled with the experience of the end of the world, the literati were actually killed and injured countless times. Zhang Sheng also felt his own insignificance, and then he faded out of sight and concentrated on researching articles.

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

However, due to the huge disparity in status, Zhang Sheng only occasionally heard about Ye Fan's deeds, but he didn't expect to see Ye Fan again at all.

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

The emperor returned: "Mr. 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 by him. I didn't expect Mr. Zhang to be the old friend of the sword god?"

"Yeah, I saw it a long time ago. It's been quite a while since the oiran contest was over."

Ye Fan smiled and said, "Then I wish Mrs. Zhang good health. I have other things to do, so I'll go first."

"Let's go?" Zhang Sheng was surprised: "Is it so fast? Didn't you come to Wenxinhui to give a speech to everyone?"

"Speech?" Ye Fan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Of course not."

Zhang Sheng was even more puzzled, and asked Zhuge Yunshen: "Dean Zhuge, in today's literary world, who else is more qualified than the God of Poetry to speak at the Wenxin Conference? Why don't you arrange it?"

"The God of Poetry?" Xiao Tingshu said with a smile, "Old Zhang, this is the God of Sword, not the God of Poetry."

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

Zhang Sheng glared at Xiao Tingshu angrily, and said, "Master Sword God, you are the original God of Poetry!!"

"..."

Needle drop can be heard in the audience...

The heads of every literati are buzzing, echoing Zhang Sheng's words...

The prehistoric god of poetry is the god of swords! ?

How can it be! ?

Dizi Gui looked at Ye Fan with a look of surprise and playfulness, feeling deeply amused.

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

Zhang Sheng was full of surprise.

"Mr. Zhang...you...are you kidding me? Sword God...how...how could it be..." Xiao Tingshu was stunned, and his tongue was tied when he spoke.

"Nonsense!! That day I witnessed with my own eyes that Lord Sword God wrote a masterpiece every step of the way, and only then did the "Anthology of the God of Poetry" edited later!"

"The old man saw it with his own eyes, heard it with his own ears, and wrote it with his own hand. Can there be any fakes!?"

What Zhang Sheng said made all the scholars in the audience stunned.

Looking at Ye Fan, in addition to the previous awe, he even became a little fanatical!

"How can it be so reasonable...you don't even know that the God of Sword is the God of Poetry?"

Zhang Sheng hurriedly looked at the disciples beside him, "What's the matter with you? Didn't you inform the Kyushu Publishing House about the identity of the God of Poetry?"

The disciples who followed were a little helpless, and one of them said: "Teacher, we said it, but...but I don't know why, the poetry collections from Kyushu didn't indicate the identity of the god of poetry."

"Yeah, I have asked, but there is no reply."

"So we thought that the name of the sword god was too sensitive to be written in the book, so we didn't dare to ask more questions afterwards."

The literati on the side also nodded, expressing that they had never seen such information.

"As far as I know, Kyushu's publications are all reviewed internally by the alliance. If some publications involve important figures such as the sword god, the three masters and the ten masters, they will indeed be strictly controlled."

The emperor returned, "I think it's because you didn't provide enough evidence to prove that this book was written by the Sword God, so you didn't allow it to be published in the name of the Sword God."

"That's right! If the Sword God publishes a book, it will be known all over the world, and the book will sell like crazy!"

Everyone nodded, thinking it was the truth.

"So that's what happened..."

Zhang Sheng also expressed his understanding, and sighed: "Indeed, to Lord Sword God, the name of God of Poetry is nothing at all."

Ye Fan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he wondered if Su Qingxue and the others deliberately controlled it after they found out.

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

"I really didn't expect that the Sword God is actually the God of Poetry?"

"On martial arts, the best in the world, and thesis is also the number one person in ancient and modern times!"

"Master Sword God is a master of both civil and martial arts, and he has reached the pinnacle. He is truly a man of God!!"

A group of scholars no longer know what words to use to describe their admiration for Ye Fan at this moment.

Zhuge Yunshen, Chen Bowen and others looked at Ye Fan without any resentment, only deep admiration.

"Master Xiao, it seems... that 'Yangliu' should be the song, after all the original author has already said it, why don't you go back and change it?"

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

"Father, isn't that willow really a tree?" Xiao Tong asked tremblingly.

"Should...not", Xiao Tingshu laughed uglier than crying.

"Still talking hard? What 'should'? Do you know his poems better than the God of Poetry himself?"

"Yeah, I didn't expect that Xiao Tingshu is just a person who is trying to catch fame."

Hearing the mocking voices around him, Xiao Tingshu wished he could find a crack in the ground and sneak in.

He felt that the world was collapsing, and he couldn't figure out what kind of evildoer could cultivate both civil and military skills to such an outrageous level! ?

If he hadn't been hanging in one breath, Xiao Tingshu's legs would have knelt down.

The emperor smiled and said: "I have known the Sword God for so long, and I didn't know that the Sword God's talent and learning are so unique in the world. My Lord Sword God, you have hidden so deeply."

"After today, not only the warriors of the world, but even the students of the world will regard you as a role model, so you are fine, what do you want to tell the literati?"

A group of literati immediately looked at Ye Fan eagerly.

"Master Sword God! Tell us about it!"

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

Ye Fan cast a helpless glance at Di Zigui, this old boy made it hard for him to get off the stage.

After thinking for a while, Ye Fan said: "It's still the same sentence just now, regardless of literati and warriors, as long as they are strong enough, they will naturally gain a foothold in the world."

"As the saying goes, 'If you don't have a bitter cold, how can you get the fragrance of plum blossoms. After ten years, no one asks about it, and you become famous all over the world in one fell swoop.'"

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Taifu next to him trembled again, saying "become famous in one fell swoop, the world knows", and kept nodding.

"Okay...Okay! My generation is like this! The talent and learning of the sword god still benefit the old man a lot!"

The readers at the scene were also encouraged and completely believed that the God of Sword is the God of Poetry!

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

He couldn't bear so many enthusiastic eyes, he quickly picked up Tuantuan, and drew a dragon shadow to shatter the sky!

In front of a group of scholars, this Azure Dragon Technique with high-level spatial power really amazed everyone present!

Seeing the lifelike, swimming phantom of the green dragon, all the teachers and students were dumbfounded.

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

Ye Fan hugged his daughter, took a step, and disappeared from the scene of the Wenxin meeting in an instant.

A group of literati stood there blankly, unable to calm the turmoil in their hearts for a long time...