The outskirts of Chang'an.

There are plum blossoms growing somewhere, filling the garden with fragrance.

"Master, there is a Lantern Festival in the city today, why don't we go for a walk?"

A woman with a simple temperament walked into the study room carrying a cup of ginseng tea. She felt a little distressed when she saw her husband still busy writing in front of the eucalyptus.

This woman is Wang Yangming’s wife Zheng Wang.

Wang Yangming put down his pen, raised his head slightly, and said with a smile: "If you want to join in the fun, just ask Lu'er to accompany you. I won't mess with it."

When he closed the door to thank guests, he was perfecting his "Lun Wang Sheji Lun". He was taking the path of writing books and proving the truth.

"You, you have been staying in the study for the past few days, not listening to what is going on outside the window. Today is the Lantern Festival, why don't you go out for a walk to get some fresh air."

Mrs. Zheng handed over the tea.

Wang Yangming took the teacup, exhaled softly, drank it all in one gulp, and said with a smile: "Forget it, let's go out to enjoy the snow and look at the plum blossoms."

"That's right! I'll ask Huang'er to prepare the carriage and horses."

Prince Zheng also laughed.

But at this moment, Wang Yangming's heart suddenly tightened.

He rushed out of the study room and looked straight at Lushan College.

This is……

He was a little unbelievable.

Lushan College is full of literary power.

This is the call of the Confucian Temple.

He immediately activated his literary power and used a Confucian and Taoist magical power similar to [Flower in the Mirror, Water and Moon].

Then he saw the phantom of the Confucian Temple appearing in mid-air in front of him.

And above the Confucian Temple, a war poem gradually gathered together——

Plum and snow contend for spring but refuse to fall,

The poet paid for writing and commenting.

Mei Xu Xun's snow is three-thirds white,

The snow loses the fragrance of plum blossoms.

Looking at this newly released war poem, he couldn't help but murmur.

I see.

I see!

After a while, his mind suddenly became enlightened.

This problem that had been troubling in his mind for many years disappeared at this moment.

Yes!

Snow and plum each have their own advantages and characteristics, so why should they be too rigid and insist on competing?

I just don’t know who actually wrote this war poem.

There are such talented people in the world!

This poem pleased him so much!

"Master, master, are you okay?"

Prince Zheng said worriedly.

"Hahaha, it's okay. There is no curfew today, let's go into the city to enjoy the lanterns!"

After the idea came to his mind, Wang Yangming burst out laughing.

"Okay, okay, I'll give you the master's coat."

Prince Zheng said happily. Although she doesn't know why her husband has changed so much, she is happy after all, right?

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Two flowers bloom, one on each side.

Li Nuo, whose song "Snow Plum" gave Wang Yangming a clear idea, was now facing the doubts of everyone alone.

"Master Baimei, you must be responsible for what you say."

"That's right, Mr. Baimei, your literary cultivation has not yet reached the level of fifth-grade debate. If you talk nonsense, be careful that your literary mind will be dusted!"

"That's unreasonable! It's really insulting to gentlemen!"

Li Nuo looked calm: "It can't be fake if it's true, and it can't be true if it's false."

"Then please show me the evidence, little friend."

Yao Guangzong said with a cold expression.

Zhao Mozhi was so happy when he saw this that he almost laughed out loud.

This Mr. Baimei is really out of his mind. He thinks he can walk away with a little talent?

This has completely offended Yao Guangzong. He still wants to gain a foothold in the Confucian community in the south of the Yangtze River? Go back to the north in disgrace.

Li Nuo said without changing his expression: "Because the real painting is still in Wu Daozi's hands. So your painting must have been copied by someone else."

"Hahaha, my friend, what you said is a bit too naive."

"In terms of sophistry, Mr. Baimei is undoubtedly the best in the world. Unfortunately, sophistry is always sophistry, and it is not tolerated in the right way!"

Everyone listened and immediately laughed loudly.

What kind of person is Wu Daozi?

You can see it as soon as you say you can?

It's more serious and more serious.

Li Nuo said, neither humble nor arrogant: "Don't believe it? Well, please wait a moment. I will send someone to get the painting, and then we will know the truth after comparing it with this fake."

As he spoke, Li Nuo patted his chest gently.

Then a flash of white silver was seen, leaving an afterimage of the lake, which then merged with the wind and snow.

"Hey, did something fly by just now?"

Everyone rubbed their eyes.

Are you dazzled?

Jade Dragon layman was quite surprised, he actually caught the truth.

The one who ran out just now...could it be the legendary treasure-hunting rat?

But even so, what's the use?

It has a powerful treasure-hunting ability, but trying to steal the scroll from Wu Daozi is a bit impossible.

Moreover, no one in the world knows where Wu Daozi lived after he retired.

Even if you are the prince and grand master of the current dynasty and a highly respected minister, Wu Daozi may not betray you...

etc!

Yulong was suddenly shocked!

There is really someone in this world who knows where the Painting Saint is!

That is the only successor of the Painting Saint - Princess Qingyang.

And the relationship between Qingyang and Li Zian...

Ahem.

Everyone knows it, right?

It has even been talked about by the world, and various versions of Fengyue Xiaowen have been compiled...

At the beginning, His Highness Qingyang resisted the pressure of the three bureaus' joint trial and forcibly took Li Zian away. The reason was that Li Zian and her had made a life-long private agreement. Only the clan government could control it, and the three bureaus had no right to interfere!

This matter caused quite a big fuss!

so……

Wu Daozi really knows how to give Li Zian face.

Thinking of this, he looked at Yao Guangzong with pity in his eyes: Old Yao, Old Yao, your life is not good, why did you offend Li Zian?

Now, you will be embarrassed!

At this time, the atmosphere on the court was slightly awkward.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for the white figure to come back again. And everyone finally saw clearly that it was a white mouse!

There was also a scroll in his mouth.

With a small body and a two-foot-long painting scroll in his mouth, he can be as funny as he wants.

"This is...a mouse? Isn't it too funny?"

"Damn it, this can't be the teleporting treasure rat, right?"

"That's not right! I have read the "Jiuzhou Monster Tribe Chronicles" thoroughly. The treasure-hunting rats are rat monsters, and their hair is not so bright and white."

Everyone immediately whispered to each other and made comments.

Li Nuo didn't answer either. He took the scroll, looked at Yao Guangzong, and said with a smile: "Scholar Yao, this painting in Wansheng's hand is the real "Jiangnan Lantern Festival Spring Night Picture"."

Yao Guangzong also felt inexplicable pressure at this time, and a bad premonition arose spontaneously.

Although the scroll has not been opened, the breath of the painting saint seems to be overflowing.

This is enough to show that this scroll has always been placed beside the painting saint, and it has been influenced by the painting saint's breath day and night.

But his hopes are not completely dashed yet.

The painting on Mr. Baimei's hand is authentic, but it may not be "Jiangnan Lantern Festival Spring Night Picture"!

The answer will be revealed immediately.

Li Nuo smiled and unfolded the scroll.

A surging momentum, unique to the Painting Saint, rose into the sky.

Everyone held their breath and stared, eyes wide.

There is no need to prove this at all, the aura of the Painting Saint cannot be faked.

Everyone on the court also paid a moment of silence for Yao Guangzong.

Li Gui meets Li Kui.

The true colors are revealed!

Yao Guangzong took several steps back, his eyes blurred and unbelievable: "How is this possible...how can it be like this..."

It turned out to be really "Jiangnan Lantern Festival Spring Night Picture"!

And when these two paintings, the true one and the false one, are put together and compared, one can judge!

In the original painting, the girl who is facing the crowd and holding an oil-paper umbrella seems to have come to life!

As for fakes, they only have appearance but no charm!

Li Nuo educated him earnestly: "Hey, Bachelor Yao, you were deceived by that old friend of yours. Hey, I can't blame you for that. You trust people too much. You should be more careful in the future.

, you need to be careful when making friends, there are so many scammers now, but you have to be careful..."

Katsa.

A slight crack appeared in Yao Guangzong's literary mind.

There is no hope of entering the third level in this life, and it is even hard to say whether we can continue to maintain the first level of the fourth level of true meaning.

but!

After all, how can a scholar who has been struggling in the Jiangnan Confucian Academy for decades give up easily?

He circulated Wen Qi to dispel the chill in his body, and quickly adjusted his mood.

He hasn't lost yet!

"Mr. Baimei's methods really opened my eyes and impressed me. However, I don't believe that Mr. Baimei can still get the first place in the third game. Moreover, the lottery number of the number one winner is [Night Pearl], this can't be fake, right?

?”

Everyone also reacted.

Right!

The Confucian sword is a defective product.

The painting is not an authentic work by Wu Daozi.

But it’s clear at a glance whether this [Night Pearl] is real or fake!

When this object was mentioned, all the women on the scene started to breathe quickly. Even Nangong Hubo and Hong Niangzi were no exception.

Beauty ages easily.

Who doesn’t want to be beautiful forever?

In their eyes, the [Confucian Sword] and the authentic paintings of saints are far less attractive than the [Night Pearl].

This night pearl can keep them young for at least twenty years!

However, following Yao Guangzong's questioning, the atmosphere became a little weird again.

Jade Dragon layman hurriedly smoothed things over and said: "Demon scholar, why don't we start the third game first. The lottery and so on are only for the fun of this literary meeting, how can we take over the host?"

Yao Guangzong also reacted.

Yes.

He is the majestic headmaster of Suiyang Academy, a fourth-grade true scholar, an Ivy League member of the Jiangnan Confucian Academy, and a "Sage of Plum Blossoms" as famous as Wang Mingyang! How could he be so arrogant and so knowledgeable as a young man?

Doesn’t this make you look too petty?

Generous.

Generous.

Not only can you hold a boat in your belly, but you must at least be able to press a small boat.

He then straightened his clothes and said, "What Master Jade Dragon taught me is that I am responsible for my appearance, so let's start the third scene."

"We also invite the mountain chief and layman Jade Dragon to come up with questions."

Zhao Mozhi said immediately.

Although he is the son of a governor, the competition in the family is also very fierce, and those brothers often give him obstacles.

If he could make good friends with Yao Guangzong and Jade Dragon layman, it would naturally be of great benefit to him.

You can even compete for the position of the future head of the family!

Jade Dragon layman smiled and waved his hand: "I am just a witness. Naturally, this question must be answered by Academician Yao."

Yao Guangzong was not polite. He glanced at the scroll and suddenly thought about it. He asked with a smile: "May I ask little friend Baimei, since this painting is in your hand, does it belong to you?"

Li Nuo's expression remained unchanged, he nodded and said, "Well, the painting saint gave it to me."

As for whether it is a real gift or a fake gift, only I know.

At this time, Wu Daozi was still concentrating on painting "The Picture of Mountains, Rivers and Sheji". He had no idea that his most beloved painting, "The Picture of Lantern Festival and Spring Night in the South of the Yangtze River", had been stolen by Li Nuo through a cunning trick.

certainly.

The biggest credit goes to Xiaobai!

After everything here is over, Li Nuo must reward Xiaobai severely!

"I think the beauty of this painting is unparalleled in the world, but there is no poetry in the blank space to complement it. How about this... Since we have to write lyrics for this situation, and the title of the words, why not use the scene in the painting as the theme

Question, how about a poem?"

Yao Guangzong was a man of righteousness.

hey-hey.

This is the authentic work of a painting saint. How can it match it if there are no excellent words?

Once this is mentioned, it will ruin the picture!

As for good words?

Too difficult, too difficult!

Writing lyrics is much more difficult than writing poetry.

Layman Jade Dragon's expression changed slightly.

With his experience, he could easily see through the trap hidden in Yao Guangzong's words.

Li Zian, this is being pushed to the forefront, you have to agree even if you don’t agree!

After thinking about it for a moment, everyone came to understand, and they all looked at Mr. Baimei, who was in a dilemma, to see how he could break the situation.

Mr. Baimei, do you dare to accept this move?

If you don't take the move, the momentum accumulated before will collapse at this moment.

But if you accept the move, if you are unable to write a poem that will be remembered for centuries, it will destroy this picture and make it a shame for scholars.

Nangong Hubo hurriedly whispered: "Master Baimei, please don't agree. If this word is mentioned incorrectly, the painting will be ruined. This is Old Man Yao's conspiracy. Don't be fooled."

The red lady in the pavilion couldn't sit still anymore, walked up and warned Li Nuo: "Mr. Baimei, you have to think carefully!"

"It's okay, trust me!"

Li Nuo comforted him, then looked at everyone's "anticipated" eyes, and smiled, "Since Chief Yao Shan invited me, I would be disrespectful to refuse. Then, let's start this show."

Li Nuo made a gesture of invitation.

Yao Guangzong was so excited that he immediately nodded to the attendant who was waiting beside him, and the attendant immediately ran to light the sandalwood.

The third CI test has officially begun.

Everyone was full of excitement.

If you can write a masterpiece and put it on the original work of the painting sage, then you will definitely be famous throughout the ages, be famous for centuries, and be praised by future generations!

But soon they began to worry about gains and losses. After all, the poems they wrote must be worthy of the painting, otherwise, they would be infamy for thousands of years.

As a result, everyone became very confused.

Seeing this, Yao Guangzong reminded loudly: "Everyone, don't think so much. It is only right to write good words first."

yes!

If you think too much, you'll end up being a little fussy.

So everyone concentrated their attention and started thinking about it.

After a while, some talented people began to write.

Zhao Mozhi's talent is certainly not bad. Of course, he will not give up this golden opportunity.

On the court, only Li Nuo was calm and composed.

"Little friend, don't you write lyrics?"

Yao Guangzong's eyes flashed with amusement.

"It's still very early, so let's give way to these Jiangnan talents. We must give them room to show their talents."

Li Nuo said with a smile.

snort.

Shameless talk!

Arrogant and arrogant!

Yao Guangzong looked disdainful.

Don't think that just writing a poem is great.

Isn’t it true that you are talented when you are in your prime? You wrote two war poems in a row, and then you broke through the shackles of realm and stepped into the fourth level of true artistic conception! Although those two poems barely made the literary star move, they were also war poems!

Although poetry is from the same family in the eyes of everyone, if you study it carefully, you will know that there are still big differences between the two.

The sandalwood is half burned...

There was a young talented man who excitedly handed in his paper.

In the guessing round, he was originally the first place, but who would have thought that Zhao Mozhi got a puzzle right, which caused a series of chain reactions, leading to Li Nuo's demise and his reputation as a saint.

Yao Guangzong looked at it, nodded with a smile, and then handed the lyrics to Jade Dragon layman.

Jade Dragon took it and took a look at it and sighed: "Is this written by your favorite disciple? The words are beautiful and meaningful, and the spring scenery of the south of the Yangtze River instantly appears on the paper. It can be regarded as a masterpiece!"

Yao Guangzong said with a proud smile: "This boy is my favorite disciple. Last autumn, he also won the Jieyuan of Jiangnan Road. Although this boy is young, he has great ambitions. He said that he would participate in this year's spring to compete with the world's scholars.

How about high or low?"

"Hahaha, newborn calves are really not afraid of tigers."

Jade Dragon layman smiled.

It only takes half a stick of incense to make such a masterpiece. This newly promoted Jiangnan Jieyuan is really worthy of his name. In this spring, it is really possible for him to be a high school Jinshi, or even get the first grade!

Li Zian, let's see how you break the move...

Jade Dragon layman looked at Li Nuo and became curious in his heart.

Li Nuo is still as calm as an old dog.

On the other hand, Nangong Hubo next to her was so anxious that she stamped her feet. But they ignored her, so she had to sulk alone.

The sandalwood burns out quickly...

Seventy percent of the talented people present also completed their works.

As for women, no.

It is not difficult to see from this that women’s talents are still unable to compete with real talents.

However, these ladies were secretly looking at the talents who were completing their works on the field.

They planned that if anyone could win the first prize in one fell swoop, they would pledge their lives to each other.

It’s definitely not a loss!

Yao Guangzong was very majestic at this time. He thought that if Mr. Baimei couldn't compose a poem, then it would end at the beginning and end at the end, and the momentum accumulated in the previous two games would disappear.

Unexpectedly, Li Nuo suddenly said: "Jade Dragon Master, your four treasures of the study look pretty good."

Jade Dragon layman smiled and said: "My little friend is really discerning. This Four Treasures of the Study was produced in Jingzhen, Shanxi Province. I have been with me for forty years and I have also seen the Confucian sage pen in the Confucian Temple."

"No wonder, it turned out that he was bathed in the literary spirit of Confucian saints. Can he borrow this money to use it?"

"It's okay, little friend, just take it..."

Jade Dragon layman naturally doesn't care about this.

Zhao Mozhi had finished writing the lyrics and said sarcastically: "Young Master Baimei, please don't insult this writing style!"

Li Nuo ignored him.

He grabbed the pen and started writing on the scroll without thinking.

This scene shocked everyone in the audience.

this……

Is it too much?

There hasn't been any evaluation yet, so you've already written it down?

Where does this put the face of these Jiangnan talents?

Li Nuo didn't care about what these people thought. His brush strokes were like dragons and snakes, and his cursive lines jumped into the blank spaces of the painting.

A few moments.

He restrained his literary style, put down his pen, and blew the ink on the painting.

Jade Dragon layman hurried forward to look at it, and was stunned for a moment.

Seeing this, other people also gathered around.

No matter who it is, after reading this work, they all have the same dull expression as Jade Dragon layman.

The same thought came to everyone's mind: this is the most beautiful word they have ever read in their lives.

Lantern Festival words!

Once this word came out, it was unprecedented!

From now on, no one will dare to compose Lantern Festival poems again!

The person who was not seen behind became anxious and said: "Why are you so stupid? Why don't you read it quickly?"

Nangong Hubo was also very curious when he saw it, so he used his energy and squeezed in. He looked at the words on the scroll and read: ""Green Jade Eucalyptus, New Year's Eve"."

The east wind blooms thousands of trees at night,

It blows down even more, and the stars are like rain.

BMW's withered cars fill the road with fragrance.

The phoenix flute sounds,

The light of the jade pot turns,

A night of fish and dragon dance.

hiss……

Nangong Hubo couldn't help but take a deep breath of cold air, her eyes full of shock.

Even someone like her who doesn't like poetry very much feels that the artistic conception of this poem is really beautiful...

It's so beautiful that it makes people completely immersed and unable to extricate themselves.

The spring breeze comes on the Lantern Festival night, the trees are lit with flowers, and the lanterns are hung high.

Fireworks fall from the sky like a shower of stars.

The talented and beautiful people admiring the lanterns came in luxurious carriages and stopped at the entrance of the fragrant street.

The melodious phoenix whistle sounded vaguely, echoing in my ears.

The bright moon like a jade pot shyly dodged among the clouds. This night, the fish lanterns were dancing and the dragon lanterns were colorful...

Isn’t this the scene of the Lantern Festival in this scroll?

In just a few lines, the scene on this scroll is perfectly outlined.

They really can't match this amount of effort.

However, everyone became curious at this time.

The upper part of this word is already so flawless, so how should we deal with the lower part?

The moon waxes and wanes, and the water overflows when it is full.

If Xiequ is not handled well this time, the word will seem anticlimactic and useless.
Chapter completed!