Li Nuo checked his literary Qi value at this time. As he expected, the poem "Mountain Climbing" was also assigned to him, and his literary Qi was constantly rising.

This is the effect you want!

A blockbuster!

The greater the discussion or controversy about your poems and articles, and the faster they spread, the more rapidly the value of their literary style will increase.

Witnessed by thousands of elites, in just a short period of time, the rate of increase has already reached half of the previous "Qing Ping Diao". It is estimated that in a few days, it will exceed the level of "Qing Ping Diao", but I don't know.

There should be no problem with staying flat.

However, just when Li Nuo was happily calculating how long it would take to further his Confucian and Taoist cultivation, he saw Princess Qingyang directly igniting the flames of war on him.

Then Princess Qingyang's eyes widened and she smiled sweetly and said: "Li Zian, no matter whether this song "Climbing the Mountain" was written by you or not, the talented scholar Lu wants to challenge you, and according to my opinion, other scholars also

I want to see if your wonderful pen can bear fruit, why don’t you take it and in this second round, fully release the talent in your chest?"

Li Nuo raised his head and looked at Qingyang in surprise.

What kind of trouble is this girl going to make?

It seems like you haven’t offended her, right?

As for the previous song "Qing Ping Tiao", ahem... with this girl's mind, she should be able to tell that someone is deliberately adding fuel to the fire in secret, right?

If he directly announces his participation in the second round, then there will be less expectation. How can he make a big splash?

Lu Zhishan thought Qingyang was supporting him, and his arrogance rushed directly to his head. He laughed loudly and said: "Li Zian, Her Royal Highness the Princess has spoken, and you still don't do it? Of course, if you admit that you have exhausted your talents, that's fine.

Go down the mountain early, don't eat and drink here, it will only make people disgusted."

Cui Liyan couldn't stand this talented man from the south of the Yangtze River. He stood up and shouted loudly: "Lu Zhishan, don't talk nonsense! Your Highness Qingyang, everyone present, Li Zian abandoned literature and joined the martial arts for more than a year, why should we embarrass him?"

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"Haha, brother Cui, why should you be angry? But what you said is wrong. That's Li Zian! Yesterday he fought against Tantric Sect and turned the tide, which is obvious to all. Although his foundation of Confucianism and Taoism has been destroyed, I believe that his talent is still there, as a poet.

The ability is still there!”

A young man in white clothes seemed to be speaking for Li Nuo, but in fact he was deliberately putting Li Nuo on the fire.

"Haha, what Brother Zheng said is absolutely true. This is the talented Li Zian!"

Another young master in brocade clothes echoed in a strange manner.

Li Nuo's eyes flashed, and when he followed the sound, he saw that these two people were Zheng Xiaoze and Chu Wangsong!

The letter that appeared at the residence in the west of the city a few days ago explained the hostility of these two people towards him, and also included their portraits.

I didn’t even bother to settle the score with these two guys, but in the end, these two guys still dared to come out to provoke me!

Do you really think he can't lift the knife?

Qingyang glanced at Li Nuo from a distance and saw that he was indifferent. He thought to himself, isn't this Li Zian a strong-tempered person? When did he have such a long time to cultivate his qi and be able to endure this?

She opened her mouth lightly and said: "Okay, everyone, I won't force you to participate or not. Now that the timer has started, please give full play to your talents. Don't lose your grace in the presence of Master Du."

A palace maid put sandalwood in the sandalwood box and started counting.

Seeing this, everyone lowered their heads and began to think hard. Instead of laughing at Li Zian here, it would be better to sharpen his poems. Maybe he would be able to catch the eye of Du Dajun and the princess, and his future would be bright from now on!

A quarter of an hour later.

Nangong Ziyu, who was scratching his head and ears, could not straighten out his thoughts, so he had to throw away the pen and said: "Well, I am not the material to compose poems, but Brother Li, you really don't want to compose one?"

Li Zian took a sip of tea and said calmly: "When it comes to writing poetry, it depends on the occasion and mood. I don't like to be forced to write."

"Isn't this just right? If you compose another song that's not inferior to the one you just played, "Climbing the Mountain," you can make those who look down on you shut up."

Nangong Ziyu sighed.

He was born in the Nangong family, but he was only a sideline. He had been looked down upon by his direct lineage since he was a child, and even faced various difficulties. Otherwise, he would not have gone to the capital at the age of ten and worshiped the Mo Dao. In fact, deep down in his heart, he was holding back his breath and wanted to

Return after completing his studies and let everyone know that he, Nangong Ziyu, is no worse than others!

Therefore, when he saw Li Nuo, he had a feeling that he was "a fallen person from the end of the world"...

"You just believe me that much?"

Li Nuo looked at Nangong Ziyu curiously.

He suddenly remembered that the Nangong family was famous for its "tribute wine".

But this Nangong Ziyu is from a collateral lineage, but he is also a descendant of the Mo family...

Hehe, if you can win over Nangong Ziyu and work together on [Immortal Drunk]...will your alliance become much stronger?

"Although I have studied Mohism, it does not mean that my Confucianism is inferior. That poem "Climbing the Mountain" is majestic and looks down upon the world. Not just anyone can write it! By the way, why is there only half of it?

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Nangong Ziyu asked curiously.

Whether a poem is complete or not, he can naturally tell with his Confucian literacy.

This song "Mountain Climbing" is obviously missing the upper part, the part that describes the "scenery", and cannot be connected with the "direct expression of one's heart" in the lower part, so as to achieve a blend of scenes. This loses a bit of charm.

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"You do have a good eye... As for why there is only half of it, I'm afraid that if the whole poem is written, it will alarm the higher ups..."

Li Nuo smiled and pointed to the sky.

Nangong Ziyu looked up, a little confused.

Above, a cloud covers the sky, and even the bright sun disappears into the clouds. How does this relate to the Shangque in "Ascending the Mountain"?

Li Nuo smiled and didn't explain much.

This poem was so powerful that he was afraid that writing the whole poem would disturb the stars in the sky, so he only wrote the second half.

Li Nuo's worries are not unfounded.

Mountain Chief Li Qi, who was playing chess with Jian Yuyan at Lushan Confucian Saint Pavilion, shook his hand and the chess piece fell on the chessboard. He groaned again and almost choked out a mouthful of blood.

There was only a slight chance that his seal on Li Nuo's character would be broken by the talent of this song "Mountain Climbing".

By then, the stars of literature and music will be moving, the holy temple will be infused with literary spirit, and Li Nuo will directly ascend to Confucianism and Taoism [Fourth Grade True Artistic Conception], and become a great Confucian, with the vision of literary spirit embedded in his bones. He will inevitably become a thorn in the flesh of some systems...

"Chief Shan, are you okay?"

Jian Yuyan said in shock.

Could it be that the mountain leader was practicing in seclusion not long ago and something went wrong with his body?

Li Qi smiled bitterly and said: "It doesn't matter, it's just that there is a little brat who jumps too much. Let's continue playing chess and deal with him when we have free time."

Jian Yuyan was confused.

Back to business.

Within half an hour, everyone present handed in poems one after another.

Academician Du Yan glanced at it, but he couldn't find a masterpiece that satisfied him.

Zuo Shilang held up a page of poems and said, "Master Du, this poem didn't catch your eye? I think this poem is pretty good."

Du Yan glanced at it, shook his head and refused: "Too much emphasis on the gorgeous rhetoric has lost the original intention."

"What about this one?"

"If the characteristics of peach blossoms are not pointed out, how can we borrow objects to express our aspirations? This poem is mediocre."

Zuo Shilang smiled and sighed: "Master Du's requirements are too strict. According to my opinion, these songs should be ranked in the top ten. However, your beloved disciple, Hu Mubai, and Wang Jincheng have not yet submitted their papers. Next

No matter what you want, there will always be a song that will satisfy you."

Academician Du stroked his beard and laughed: "It's not enough for me to be satisfied. I have to satisfy His Highness Qingyang."

Qingyang smiled slightly: "Lord Du, you are joking. You are the Minister of Peach Blossom. This time, you have the final say."

"Peach Blossom Shang Shu" is naturally an elegant and joking name.

Academician Du shook his head and said with a smile: "I don't dare to jump to conclusions. Why don't the princess tell me which Qingyan hero here can catch the princess's eye..."

Princess Qingyang raised a smile and said, "I think Hu Mubai is pretty good."

Zuo Shilang was very anxious: "Absolutely not, please give up this idea, Your Highness, Princess. Hu Mubai is a monster."

Qingyang said calmly: "Why don't you, Master Chen, tell us a few candidates so that I can think about it carefully?"

Zuo Shilang hurriedly said: "Wang Jincheng, the editor of the Hanlin Academy, Zheng Xiaoze, the son of the eldest princess, Cui Liyan, the direct grandson of Prime Minister Cui, and Lu Zhishan, the beloved disciple of Du Dajun, these people are talented and come from famous families. Could it be that the princess is all

Don’t you like it?”

Qingyang glanced around the hundred-person seat, pursed his red lips and said, "Those who can sit on the hundred-person seat will naturally have great talent and knowledge, but I only want to find someone with good eyesight."

Zuo Shilang was confused: "Eye edge?"

Qingyang nodded firmly: "Eye!"

"Hu Mubai is indeed a talented person, but he is a demon. Princess, please think twice."

Zuo Shilang thought Qingyang wanted to find someone handsome, so he frowned and sighed. He was deeply afraid that Qingyang was attracted to Hu Mubai. If His Majesty found out about this, he, the person in charge of the banquet, would be in terrible trouble.
To be continued...