A group of people arrived at the venue where the Wenxin Meeting was held. The place was already full of students and literati from all over the world.
The exhibits throughout the venue are all kinds of poems, calligraphy and paintings, as well as beautiful articles.
Groups of cultural enthusiasts gather together to appreciate and appreciate.
When Zhuge Yunshen led a group of old gentlemen to the venue, they immediately attracted greetings from all parties.
Soon, someone also spotted Ye Fan, who was beside the emperor and holding the child.
"Thisisn't this Lord Sword God?"
"Is it true or not? Lord Sword God came to meet Wen Xin?"
"Can someone who is with the Emperor Dean have a lie?"
"This year's Wenxin Club is really brilliant! Does the Sword God also want to support the revitalization of the cultural world?"
"The war is over and the world is at peace. It's time to engage in cultural construction!"
"As expected of Dean Zhuge, it's such a great honor. Even the sword gods came to praise Wen Xin at the meeting"
Everyone was discussing it enthusiastically, but not many people dared to come up and talk to Ye Fan.
However, everyone looked at Zhuge Yunshen and Qiangu Academy more highly.
Zhuge Yunshen looked calm and relaxed, greeting acquaintances from all sides, and walked at the front with a radiant face.
"This is the Wenxin Club. The people who come are all well-educated people who know how to be reserved and decent. If it were another occasion and you showed up with such a big fanfare, I'm afraid you would be surrounded," Emperor Zigui said.
¡°That¡¯s not true, I¡¯m not a very mysterious person. When you search online, all my photos come up,¡± Ye Fan said with a smile.
"You underestimate yourself too much. When you accompany Dean Zhuge today, the influence of Qiangu Academy has increased sharply. The position of the number one academy in Kyushu has been confirmed," the emperor sighed.
"Why, Emperor Dean, you don't seem to be willing to accept it? How about I go and stand up for your Jiuzhou Academy?" Ye Fan asked narrowly.
"Sword God, don't joke with me. Our Jiuzhou Academy is engaged in universal education, which is looked down upon by the academic community. It's useless for anyone to stand up, and it's unnecessary." Di Zigui looked indifferent.
Ye Fan smiled and said: "You still say that I am a high-level person? I think the emperor's dean is not generally open-minded, right?"
The two chatted while visiting various works of Wen Xinhui.
In an exhibition area of ??student works, there was a little book boy wearing a kerchief, looking six or seven years old, but wearing old clothes, talking eloquently.
Many literati and poets around were amazed when they heard this.
"This child is good at poetry and has a very thorough understanding of the works of the God of Poetry!"
"Yes, he quotes the scriptures and is very organized. He is worthy of being a disciple of the Qiangu Academy"
"You don't know? This Xiao Tong is the youngest son of the Xiao family. His attainments in poetry are naturally much higher than those of ordinary children!"
Hearing these compliments, the young man Lang Xiaotong was also very high-spirited.
Just in time, Xiao Tingshu followed Zhuge Yunshen to the scene.
"Father! Dean, sir!"
Xiao Tong hurried over and bowed politely.
"Oops! Is Mr. Xiao himself here?!"
"Master Xiao is Dean Zhuge's favorite disciple, so of course he wants to come!"
When everyone saw this, they all stepped forward to greet him and praised Xiao Tong greatly.
Zhuge Yun smiled deeply and said, "Teacher Chen, Xiao Tong is your student, right?"
"Yes, Dean!"
Chen Bowen also raised his head and chest, and said proudly: "Xiao Tong is the number one person in the children's class this year. His literary attainments are more than enough to even join the youth group!"
"Okay, quick and eager to learn, you are the model student of my Qiangu Academy. Teacher Chen, you also have merit in teaching." Zhuge Yunshen nodded.
Chen Bowen¡¯s eyebrows were filled with joy and his face felt bright.
"Master Xiao, you have a successor. Your son is young, but he is able to appreciate the poem "Wanren Mountain" by the God of Poetry very clearly. His future is limitless!"
Xiao Tingshu smiled and waved his hands, saying: "Everyone is so complimentary. Quan Zi only understands some superficial things about the God of Poetry, which is not worth mentioning."
"You're welcome, Mr. Xiao. I have read your master's annotation and appreciation essay. It really doesn't look like it was written by a six-year-old child. He is truly a genius!"
Hearing a group of people boasting, Xiao Tong looked particularly proud.
At this time, Xiao Tong saw Tuantuan eating snacks in Ye Fan¡¯s arms.
"Ye Tuantuan! You are an idiot who only knows how to eat, but you still have the nerve to come to Wenxinhui? What do you know about literature and art?"
Hearing this, the expressions of many people nearby changed.
Children¡¯s words are unbridled! How dare you call his daughter a fool in front of the Sword God?
Xiao Tingshu also tightened his expression, revealing a hint of anxiety.
"Master Sword God has a large number of people, he shouldn't be as familiar with my children, right?" Xiao Tingshu said with a smile.
It was only then that Xiao Tong realized that the person in front of him was actually the famous sword god?
"What? Ye Tuantuan is the daughter of the Sword God? How could the Sword God give birth to such a stupid daughter?"
"Tong'er! Shut up! Apologize to the Sword God!" Xiao Tingshu said with a straight face.
Xiao Tong, on the other hand, looked neither humble nor arrogant, "Father, am I wrong? This Ye Tuantuan came to the academy and didn't study hard. He was most active in eating. He ranked last in the academy and didn't take it seriously. He is so shameless!"
After saying these words, the literati and scholars around him all looked at each other in shock.
Everyone is not only sweating for this child!
Of course, many people shook their heads silently.
"It seems that the Sword God also has some things that he is not good at"
"Isn't that right? You are busy practicing swordsmanship, how can you have time to take care of your children?"
"After all, if you are not from a well-known scholarly family and have no cultural background, such a powerful family usually comes from a playboy."
"Keep your voice down! Can't the sword god hear you?"
The buzz around him somewhat made Ye Fan lose face.
But it is naturally impossible for Ye Fan to be serious with a little brat.
"Tuan Tuan, your classmates say you are a fool, what do you think?"
"I'm not!"
Tuantuan seemed a little unhappy, but she was busy eating a lollipop, so she just stuck out her tongue at Xiao Tong and made a face.
"Poetry is the most boring thing, I'm just too lazy to learn it! Candy is still delicious!"
Xiao Tong sounded like a young adult, shook his head and snorted: "If you don't seek improvement, you can't carve out rotten wood!"
"Master Sword God, look at it, Ye Tuantuan has this kind of learning attitude. She is so difficult to learn and makes a fool of herself in public, so you will lose face too!" Chen Bowen lectured.
Ye Fan couldn't laugh or cry, "Teacher Chen, don't worry about this. I don't need my daughter to fight for my face."
"Of course, it is right to be studious, and I will let the child correct himself as much as possible."
Xiao Tingshu showed a concerned expression and said: "Sir Sword God, I have some experience in educating children. If there is any need, I am willing to give you some ideas."
Ye Fan smiled and said nothing, but only walked to the article written by Xiao Tong.
It was a poem appreciation, called "Wanren Mountain", and the author turned out to be the "God of Poetry".
"If Ye Fan didn't know where this "God of Poetry" came from, he would have thought that someone from Earth came here to promote Earth literature.
"This article belongs to your son, right?" Ye Fan asked.
"Yes, I have been studying the works of the God of Poetry in the past few years. Quanzi has also been influenced by me and is quite talented in poetry."
Xiao Tingshu said, and asked with a simple face: "By the way, the Sword God is a swordsman. Maybe you don't know who the 'Prehistoric God of Poetry' is, right?"
Ye Fan¡¯s mouth twitched, ¡°Do you know who he is?¡±
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