Chapter 139 Seven poems through the ages! Talent comes three thousand miles east!
Liyang Palace was completely boiling.
Everyone scrambled for the letter paper in Chen Xinghe's hand.
The great talents of the Ten Kingdoms have now determined one thing. If there is a famous poem in this letter, it will prove that Xu Qingxiao really has an astonishing talent.
But if this letter does not contain famous poems throughout the ages, it proves that the great Wei Dynasty is deceptive and that the great Wei Dynasty is showing partiality in the title.
Otherwise, they, the talented people from the Ten Countries, would have completely lost miserably today.
Especially when they saw that Chen Xinghe refused to take it out, they were even more convinced of this idea, so they simply started to grab it.
The literati and people of the Wei Dynasty were also a little nervous. It wasn't that they didn't believe Xu Qingxiao, but they couldn't afford to bet, in case the issue really leaked, or it was really the great scholar of the Wei Dynasty who took action.
Their face will be lost in the future.
So even if you are stronger, even if you make these people angry, you can't gamble. What if you lose? You won't be able to hold your head up for the rest of your life.
Thinking of this, everyone frantically protected Chen Xinghe and would not let the Ten Nations Great Talent open these letters.
But the more this happened, the more excited everyone became, and the more they ran over to grab these things, becoming more convinced that there must be something weird about it.
"Don't grab it, don't grab it."
Chen Xinghe almost cried. He guarded these letters for two reasons.
First, he doesn’t know if there are eternal famous poems in it. There is a high probability that there are, but if it’s not eternal, who knows?
Second, Xu Qingxiao told him ten thousand times not to open it, but he didn’t dare.
Everyone really couldn't bear it.
"Don't mess around!"
"Give me peace!"
At this moment, Sun Jing'an completely burst out with the aura of a great Confucian, and his terrifying awe-inspiring righteousness suppressed all the literati and common people present.
"Above the banquet, you are so unbridled. What do you want to do? Do you want to rebel?"
Sun Jing'an was angry, he was really angry.
It was almost a roar like gnashing teeth.
The sound sounded like thunder, all the literati were silent, and the common people did not dare to fight for it.
But at this moment, the great talents from the ten countries were still dissatisfied and frowned.
"Sun Ru, it's not that we can't afford to lose. It's just that Xu Qingxiao actually wrote seven letters in a row without anyone coming, so we won today's poetry competition. We are dissatisfied. If there is nothing fishy in this, wouldn't we be fools?"
"You mean, you can win the Poetry Competition without even seeing anyone? We really don't accept it, not at all."
"Seven letters, and they all happened to be successful. This is so impossible."
The great talents of the Ten Kingdoms have completely taken over. They don't care about some of the logical problems in this. The main reason is that Xu Qingxiao is so humiliating that no one can win without even being present.
It's so annoying to seal your talents in letter paper.
They were indignant.
And it was impossible for the literati of the Wei Dynasty to give in.
"You chose the topic yourself, and now you are talking about leaking it? Are you still shameless?"
"Don't have any shame at all."
"It's really disgusting."
"Are you really talented? You are more like shit."
"The most incredible thing is that you deliberately separated the word "Fengyue" in this poem. Is it possible that your people are our undercover spies?"
The literati of the Wei Dynasty were clamoring, feeling that there was something wrong with this group of people. At this time, they still refused to admit defeat? How could they be convinced?
"Shut up!"
Sun Jing'an lectured again, asking the literati of the Wei Dynasty to quiet down, and then his eyes fell on the great talents of the Ten Kingdoms.
"How can you accept it?"
Sun Jing'an said calmly.
"Open the other envelopes and I'll be convinced."
Someone asked to open the remaining six letters, otherwise they would not accept it.
But as soon as he said this, Sun Jing'an looked at the other party and said.
"You can take it after you take it apart?"
Sun Jing'an asked.
"After opening it, if every letter is a famous poem through the ages, I will be convinced!"
"Otherwise, this is fraud."
The great talent of the Ten Kingdoms spoke indifferently, with an extremely arrogant attitude.
But the next moment, there was a voice among the literati of the Wei Dynasty.
"What the hell are you talking about? Every one of your letters is an eternally famous poem? Although Brother Xu is a great talent, it's not like every letter is an eternally famous poem, right?"
"If this is really the case, are you ten countries qualified to see it?"
This voice sounded, and it was really extremely angry.
Your uncle, you open the letter and you still don’t accept that every letter must be a famous poem through the ages? I call you uncle, how is this possible?
Seven famous poems through the ages, plus Jiang Jinjiu, these are the eight famous poems through the ages, right?
How? Who did it? Damn it, it's really disgusting, really disgusting.
But as soon as this person finished speaking, Sun Jing'an's voice sounded again.
"I have already said it, be quiet, you are still here to curse, our Wei Dynasty is a country of etiquette, as scholars, or scholars of our Wei Palace, how should you cultivate yourself?"
"Come here, take this man out and drive him out of Liyang Palace."
Sun Jing'an cursed angrily that the current situation was decided by the Ten Nations, so he had to convince the crowd, but he didn't expect that his own people were still shouting here. He was really disrespectful and arrogant.
This is all the trend brought by Xu Qingxiao.
"you!"
"Sun Ru! As a scholar in the Wen Palace of the Great Wei Dynasty, I have been extremely respectful to you, but I never expected that you would favor these foreign scholars again and again."
"We, the Wei Dynasty, are indeed a country of etiquette, but it also depends on who the other party is. They are so disrespectful and disrespectful to me, the Wei Dynasty, but you are so protective. If Sun Ru insists on doing this, then today, I will withdraw from the Wei Dynasty.
Wei Wen Palace."
"I destroy my will!"
When the latter spoke, his face turned red and veins popped out. Maybe he had drunk some wine and looked a little flushed.
"Be bold!"
"Arrogant!"
"You don't learn the humility of saints, but you have learned Xu Qingxiao's tricks. Come on, get out of here!"
Sun Jing'an was completely angry. This is a Confucian scholar from the Wen Palace of the Great Wei Dynasty. I didn't expect him to be like this. He didn't obey orders and even threatened himself like this. Then get out of here.
"Sun Ru!"
"No!"
Several great scholars from the Wen Palace of the Great Wei Dynasty spoke up immediately. They had already noticed that the scholars in the Wen Palace were a little dissatisfied and resentful. Although Sun Jing'an wanted to maintain the image of a great country, the problem was that he also hurt the hearts of his own people.
Therefore, they hope that Sun Jing'an's attitude will not be so tough, and that his own people should consider their feelings to some extent. After all, there are outsiders present. If their own people are fine, they can just curse a few times. After all, it is not good to have outsiders around.
However, Chen Zhengru did not speak and sat quietly.
But the next moment, the latter laughed, and then Haoran's righteousness leaked out of his body, and he roared angrily.
"Today, I, Li Shouming, destroyed his clear meaning and fell into the eighth rank. From now on, I will not respect Zhu Sheng's will and I will no longer be a scholar in the imperial court."
His voice was full of determination, and the next moment, he walked away with no need for others to help him leave.
This appearance made everyone completely silent. Some literati in the Wei Dynasty were filled with anger, but they did not have the courage of this man, because after all, they were scholars in the Wen Palace of the Wei Dynasty, and they were also facing a great Confucian.
Not everyone has such courage. They envy them, but they still dare not.
The prestige of a saint is too great. What is the concept of self-destruction of Mingyi? This almost means that he will never enter Mingyi again in this life, and if he offends the Great Wei Wen Palace, his future career will not be easy.
At this scene, the literati of the Wei Dynasty dared not speak out in anger, but the great talents of the Ten Kingdoms felt extremely comfortable in their hearts. They were so comfortable that they could not help but stretch their toes.
"Fall yourself!"
Sun Jing'an said with an extremely cold voice, he didn't care about a person's self-destruction, but he felt that the other person was willing to degenerate.
The next moment, Sun Jing'an continued.
"Hand over Xu Qingxiao's letter."
He opened his mouth and looked at Chen Xinghe.
"Why?"
Chen Xinghe said with cold eyes.
You ask me to hand it over? Are you a piece of shit?
"This matter concerns Wei's face. If you don't hand it over, I'm afraid everyone in the world will laugh at Wei after today."
Sun Jing'an used the national dynasty to suppress Chen Xinghe. He knew that Chen Xinghe would not take the initiative to hand him over if he refused, so he used this method.
"The Qing Dynasty will self-purify itself. Junior brother has already said that the second envelope cannot be opened under any circumstances. Sun Ru, today's events have passed. My junior brother has won the poem contest. It is getting late, and Chen has to go back."
Chen Xinghe opened his mouth and said this.
But the next moment, the voice of the great talents from the ten countries sounded.
"Oh, the pure will themselves purify themselves? I'm afraid you are afraid, right?"
"Xu Qingxiao also feels guilty, and you feel even more guilty."
"If it is true that the pure will purify themselves, why don't you dare to open it?"
"If you don't open it, you will be leaking the question, you will be cheating, and we will not admit today's results!"
The great talents from the ten countries spoke one after another. They believed that it was absolutely impossible for Xu Qingxiao to write so many famous poems through the ages, so they had this confidence and confidence.
"What a joke! A bunch of frogs in a well know how to scream here. If you open these envelopes, I'm afraid you won't have the face to see the world in the future."
Chen Xinghe sneered, and other Wei scholars also wanted to speak, but under Sun Jing'an's gaze, they all dared to get angry but did not dare to speak.
They were very aggrieved, extremely aggrieved, and even said that they wanted to be like Li Shouming, destroy themselves and leave, but they couldn't do it. They could only take a deep breath and try to suppress the anger in their hearts.
"Hand over the envelope. Don't make things more intense. Otherwise, don't blame me for taking it directly."
Sun Jing'an said in a cold voice.
His meaning is very simple, he wants to take it directly.
"Sun Ru, you are a bit domineering, aren't you?"
Chen Xinghe really wanted to scold Sun Gou, but he still didn't dare to say it. After all, the other party was a great Confucian. He had gotten in front of him before, so calling him "Old Sun" was the limit.
If you really scold Sun Gou, you will be in bad luck.
"The Qing Dynasty is self-purifying. If you are really not afraid, why don't you dare to take it out? Xu Qingxiao is, and he is also an official of the Wei Dynasty and the Minister of Household Affairs. If he were here, I am afraid he would obey my wishes."
"It's impossible for the great talents of the ten countries to misunderstand. Then the Wei Dynasty will lose face, which will not be good for anyone."
Sun Jing'an said this, since Xu Qingxiao was not at the scene anyway, what does a mere Chen Xinghe mean?
But these words made the literati in the Wei Dynasty really angry.
Wouldn't it be shameful to take it out?
And what is the other party? Requiring that all envelopes are famous poems through the ages?
Whatever he says is what he says? If he wants us to take it out, we will take it out. Although we are a big country, shouldn't the attitude of a big country be that it doesn't explain itself?
Why do we need to explain?
Everyone was on fire. They felt very, very uncomfortable.
This is so unacceptable, so uncomfortable, and so disgusting.
"Brother Chen, take it."
At this moment, Mu Nanping took a deep breath. He was also filled with anger, but he understood the current situation better unless Xu Qingxiao came in person.
Otherwise, there is nothing anyone can do when facing Sun Ru. The others can actually say a few words, but the problem is that this is the Taiping Poetry Club, and Wei Wengong presides over it.
In this case, if the great scholars in the Wen Palace of Wei Dynasty don't speak, they can't say anything.
I feel aggrieved, but I have no choice but to bite the bullet.
"I'll take it apart!"
Chen Xinghe spoke. He understood what Mu Nanping meant. He could only do this for now. After all, who made the other party a great scholar?
But you have to do it yourself, what if the other party takes it all apart in one go?
Maybe there is a poem that is truly a famous poem throughout the ages?
Two songs are fine too.
"No! We have to let Sun Ru come. Who do you think you are?"
"Yes, let Sun Ru come, we trust Sun Ru."
"Sun Ru understands righteousness deeply, and we believe in Sun Ru."
"Sun Ru, even if Xu Qingxiao really commits fraud, we will not blame Wei Wengong, because you have shown us what fairness is and what Confucian style is."
"Yes, yes, we only respect Sun Ru."
The great talents of the ten countries spoke one after another. They did not allow Chen Xinghe to come to demolish it, but had to let Sun Jing'an come, and all kinds of praises were heard.
After all, this is the Wei Dynasty. After all, they are also scholars and respect the Zhu Sheng lineage. Sun Jing'an is a leader of the Zhu Sheng lineage and a great Confucian, so they do admire Sun Jing'an.
The reason for their dissatisfaction was that they believed that the Wei royal family or the imperial court had committed fraud. They still respected Wei Wen Palace, and Sun Jing'an had indeed been helping them, so it was normal for them to praise him a few times.
Sure enough, when he said this, Sun Jing'an felt extremely happy. Being able to receive such praise from the talents of the ten countries, what he did today can be regarded as a reward.
Thinking of this, Sun Jing'an spoke directly.
"Leave it to me."
As soon as he said this, Chen Xinghe couldn't help but squeeze the envelope tightly, and the literati in the Wei Dynasty couldn't help but look at the talents of the Ten Kingdoms fiercely one by one.
The latter all showed indifferent smiles, but what was hidden in this smile was a kind of pride, a kind of contempt and disdain.
It seems to be saying, fight me? If your own people come to help me, who do you think you are?
This kind of look makes people feel sick, and this kind of attitude also makes them extremely angry. It's a pity, it's a pity, it's a pity that Xu Qingxiao is not here.
At this moment, everyone hoped that Xu Qingxiao would appear and then stage another drama of denouncement of the great scholar.
"Brother Chen."
Mu Nanping patted Chen Xinghe on the shoulder and told him not to argue. The current situation was indeed such that we could no longer argue.
"I have a condition!"
Chen Xinghe suddenly spoke up.
As soon as he said this, everyone became a little curious.
"explain."
Sun Jing'an said calmly.
"If these six letters are all poems from the ages, I want the talented men of the ten countries to kowtow to my junior brother and admit their mistakes."
Chen Xinghe said this.
His face was proud.
Why should I do it when you ask me to do it? What? You said that my junior brother is cheating? Okay, then I can do it. If it is true that there is no fraud, can you kowtow to my junior brother and admit his mistake?
Just when he said these words, the expressions of the great talents from the ten countries changed one after another.
"You're dreaming!"
"wishful thinking."
"Kowtow and admit your mistake? Do you think it's just a child playing house? It's really ridiculous."
"We, the scholars, only kneel to the kings of heaven and earth, our parents and teachers, and pray for the night? How can we be so virtuous and capable?"
When the great talents from the ten countries said this, they all sneered.
Kneel down to Xu Qingxiao? Just dream.
Indeed, it is too much to ask scholars to kneel and kowtow, Sun Jing'an shook his head coldly.
"This is impossible, it is an insult to politeness."
He answered directly on behalf of the talented people from the Ten Kingdoms.
However, Chen Zhengru, who had been silent until now, spoke up.
"Why not?"
"I think it's okay. The Ten Kingdoms have already lost, but they insist on falsely accusing Wei Wei of committing fraud and Xu Qingxiao of committing fraud. Then what if Xu Qingxiao can provide evidence to prove that he did not commit fraud."
"Kowtow and admit my mistake, so what? Can I, a talented scholar from the Wei Dynasty, suffer injustice in vain?"
"If you don't dare, the matter will end here. But if you are still dissatisfied, as long as I know about it, I will personally go to the Wen Palace and use the weapon of the Zhusheng to suppress the ten countries for thirty years."
Chen Zhengru's voice was calm and he spoke.
Justice.
As soon as these words were said, the literati of the Wei Dynasty finally calmed down a little, otherwise, they would really die of depression.
For a moment, the great talents from the ten countries were somewhat silent. They didn't know whether they should accept it or not.
But finally, someone among the ten great talents spoke up.
"If these six letters are all famous poems throughout the ages, we will recognize them! At tomorrow's feast, we will kowtow to Xu Qingxiao and admit our mistakes."
"Furthermore, I ask Sun Ru to display all the selected topics. After all, he has to kowtow and kneel down. The seven famous poems through the ages should at least match the topics in the next three days, right? Otherwise, what's the use of not having the topics?"
He opened his mouth and gritted his teeth and said, "Kowtowing and admitting your mistakes is indeed a big deal, but he doesn't think Xu Qingxiao can be so talented. At the same time, he also added a setting, the topic must be chosen correctly!"
"OK!"
"We admit it."
"If you really have such a great talent and you can hit the mark, I'm convinced."
"Yes, you really have such a talent, and we recognize it."
"Seven famous poems through the ages, this is what a saint can do, right?"
The great talents of the ten countries took over the task one after another. They did not believe Xu Qingxiao at all. After all, it was an exaggeration for one person to compose an eternal poem and leave a name for the ages.
Seven poems? Plus the nouns, parallel prose, and famous quotes in front of it, even a sage might not be able to do it.
They take it.
Without hesitation.
"good!"
Chen Xinghe stopped talking nonsense and directly asked the guard to hand the letter to Sun Jing'an. He was too lazy to hand it over because he was really disgusted by Sun Jing'an.
Sun Jing'an also took the letter.
Looks calm.
However, he did not believe that Xu Qingxiao could compose seven poems. This was simply impossible. He looked at the glimmer of hope in the eyes of the people and the literati of the Wei Dynasty.
There was only indifference and disdain in his heart.
As a great Confucian, he knew clearly how difficult it was for one person to compose seven famous poems throughout the ages, and it was even more difficult to get the title right.
This is almost impossible.
It is as difficult as climbing to heaven.
Only those at the bottom have any hope.
There will indeed be miracles in this world, but this miracle cannot be Xu Qingxiao.
Thinking of this, Sun Jing'an didn't talk nonsense and directly took out the topic selection book and made it public to everyone.
When the selected topic booklet appeared, everyone's eyes couldn't help but look at it.
The first title is [Women].
Under the banquet, Chen Xinghe clenched his fists tightly. He guessed correctly and hit the second question again. Very good, very good.
The second question is [Principle]
Got it right again? Chen Xinghe took a deep breath. He was a little confused. Adding the previous question, this was three yuan in a row.
this!!!!
The third title is [Sorrow]
Chen Xinghe: "."
He was already frozen in place, and there was another person who was also there, that was Mu Nanping. He had read Chen Xinghe's question, and now he was shocked when he saw this scene.
The fourth question, which is the alternative question, is [advice to friends]
The fifth question is also an alternative question: [Silence]
The sixth and last alternative question is [Wang Yue]
This is the next test question. There are alternatives and topics, which will be adjusted according to the situation.
But among the crowd, Chen Xinghe was completely stunned.
His mind went blank, and he felt that everything was fake! It was all an illusion.
Mu Nanping was also dumbfounded. He got all seven questions right? Who the hell is Chen Xinghe? Can he guess this right?
To be honest, if he didn't know who Chen Xinghe was, he would really think that Chen Xinghe was in cahoots with him.
All bets!
It's really a fucking ghost.
Chen Xinghe was dumbfounded, but Sun Ru didn't talk nonsense.
Open the first letter directly.
boom!
Originally, the hall was filled with many talents, but at this moment, a steady stream of talents poured in, and golden light filled the entire hall.
Every word is more dazzling than the sun, and every word is as heavy as a thousand pounds. If Sun Jing'an were not a great scholar, he would already be unable to stand at this moment.
Chen Xinghe was able to hold it before because Xu Qingxiao blessed the Confucian and Taoist secrets, which allowed Chen Xinghe to open the first letter without being affected, but the second letter was different.
"Guan Guan Jiu Jiu, in the river island. A graceful lady, a gentleman likes to fight."
"Scattered water plants are flowing from left to right. Fair ladies are longing for them."
Xu Qingxiao's figure appeared again. He stood with his hands behind his back, his voice spread throughout Liyang Palace, and the bright golden ancient characters also hung in the sky.
One eternally famous poem illuminated the capital of the Wei Dynasty like daylight. Two eternally famous poems illuminated the capital of the Wei Dynasty like daylight.
The whistling talent in the hall surged like a strong wind, causing many people to sway.
But people were stunned, looking at all this.
Especially the great talents from the ten countries were all silent.
They really didn't expect that Xu Qingxiao actually composed two famous poems through the ages. Isn't this too outrageous?
The most amazing thing is that this poem is exactly the same as the title, and it is about women!
It’s incredible that both the title and the poem were successful!
"Open the third envelope! I don't believe that he promised Qingxiao to have such a talent."
"Open the third envelope! The third envelope!"
"Impossible, impossible, how could there be such a talented person in this world?"
"It's an eternity, it's an eternity, it's impossible!"
The great talents from the ten countries were shocked and stunned. They looked shocked and really couldn't believe it!
Their expressions were ugly, and this new eternal poem seemed to slap them hard in the face.
Not to mention them, the six ministers, the Wen Gong scholar, and the deans of the four major academies were also completely shocked.
They didn't expect Xu Qingxiao to be so talented.
Hearing the cries of the great talents from the ten countries, Sun Jing'an came back to his senses, took the second letter, and opened it again.
The second question is about truth.
At this moment, Xu Qingxiao's voice sounded again.
After training, his body resembles the shape of a crane, with two scriptures under a pine tree.
I came to ask Wuyu and said, clouds are in the blue sky and water is in the bottle.
Xu Qingxiao's voice sounded, accompanied by the influx of terrifying literary energy.
boom!
The literary energy is vast, like a river. The previous literary energy has not been fully digested, so now so much literary energy has come?
The purple literary spirit condensed together and flooded the place. It was daylight again in Kyoto, and the people really did not dare to continue watching for fear of blinding themselves.
Liyang Palace was also a little shocked. After all, talent is so terrifying. A famous poem can condense a lot of talent.
Not to mention three songs in one go?
Silence! Silence! Silence!
The main hall was crumbling, and everyone was stunned on the spot.
Doesn’t this eternally famous poem cost money?
Does talent cost no money?
The most amazing thing is that this bet hit the mark again!
Winning the bet again!
this.
This is incredible!!!!!!
Impossible, this is impossible!
The heads of the Ten Kingdoms all stared wide-eyed, their eyeballs were bloodshot, and they couldn't believe it at all.
Where can such a person exist!
This is simply impossible!
"The fourth letter."
Someone came back to his senses, his expression was already crazy, his eyes were full of shock. This was the most talented man in the Chen Kingdom. He looked extremely crazy and asked to open the fourth envelope.
My voice is hoarse!
Xu Qingxiao slapped their faces again and again, driving them crazy!
Sun Jing'an took a deep breath, but her hands trembling when she opened the letter.
But soon, he calmed down his surprise.
Open the envelope yet?
He waved his hand and opened all the remaining three envelopes.
"Sun Ru! No!"
"It can't be demolished, otherwise the Yang Palace will collapse."
"Run quickly, don't linger."
"Everyone, hold Liyang Palace securely and don't hurt the people."
The great scholars in the Wen Palace of the Great Wei Dynasty spoke one after another. The four eternal poems had already caused the Liyang Palace to collapse. If it were to be demolished again, it would really be over.
But what I didn't expect was that Sun Jing'an actually dared to dismantle it.
The next moment, Chen Zhengru yelled, asking everyone to gather their righteousness, stabilize the hall, and ask the people to leave quickly, otherwise, big trouble will happen.
And Sun Jing'an has opened all the letters.
At this moment, light enveloped everything, and Xu Qingxiao's voice overlapped and resounded throughout Liyang Palace.
If life is just like the first time we met, why should the autumn wind draw a fan sadly?
It is easy to change old people's hearts, but it is easy to change old people's hearts.
Don't be sad and resentful. Silence is better than sound at this time.
We are both fallen people at the end of the world, so why should we have known each other before.
Clouds grow in the chest, and birds return to the canthus.
You will be at the top of the mountain, and you will have a panoramic view of the mountains.
The three voices overlap, but this poem is full of extraordinary, and the light drowns everything.
Literary spirit rioted and the palace shook.
The talented people from the ten countries stayed in place, as if they were crazy. Every poem was a famous poem through the ages.
And the most amazing thing is that every poem has the correct title.
This is simply incredible.
Incredible!
They were confused.
Can't believe it all.
But at this moment.
The voices of Chen Zhengru and others sounded again, full of anxiety, asking them to leave quickly.
Otherwise, the palace will collapse and no one will be able to come out alive.
At that moment, the guards were the first to come to their senses and led the people away one after another, because the Liyang Palace was indeed shaking violently and was about to collapse at any time.
Several great scholars took action one after another and temporarily stabilized Liyang Palace. The people fled from Liyang Palace one after another, and the literati of the Wei Dynasty also ran out.
But when everyone walked out of the palace, all their talents disappeared in an instant.
Everything has disappeared.
The light dissipates.
Somewhat too sudden.
"what happened?"
"Where are these talents?"
"Where did the talent just now go?"
"Why did it suddenly disappear?"
In an instant, everyone was a little curious, but no matter how curious they were, they still didn't dare to stay in the swaying Liyang Palace and wanted to come out first.
Not only them, Chen Zhengru and others were also a little curious.
The appearance of four famous poems through the ages is already so terrifying. Why is there no reaction at all when the appearance of seven famous poems through the ages?
They were curious, with confusion in their eyes.
No one dared to speak, but the talented people from the Ten Kingdoms were still in a state of confusion and had not yet come to their senses.
Everyone was taken out of Liyang Palace by the guards, who were afraid that Liyang Palace would collapse.
If someone's life is really lost, who can withstand it?
After Chen Zhengru and others walked out, the poems on the sky also disappeared, the golden characters were extinguished, and the light dissipated instantly.
The capital of the Wei Dynasty used to be like daylight, but now it is dark again.
Makes people curious.
"What's going on? Chen Ru?"
"Sun Ru, why have you lost all your talent?"
"Brother Chen, why did your talent suddenly disappear?"
"Is it just a flash in the pan?"
People were curious and asked about Chen Zhengru, Sun Jingan, and Chen Xinghe.
But the three of them couldn't explain it clearly at all. They frowned and looked at the sky, really not knowing what happened.
Chen Xinghe is also in a state of confusion. He is not confused about Xu Qingxiao's poems, but his own ability to solve topics. Why is he so strong?
Is it a sure bet?
But why do you definitely lose when you bet on big or small?
However.
an hour ago
Inside Zuixian Tower.
Alpine Pavilion.
The table was full of a steaming banquet, and Xu Qingxiao and Gu Yan sat down.
Accompanied by the slight sound of bells, it was the voice of Liyang Palace.
The sound of the bell signifies the beginning of the feast.
"Shouren, is it really okay?"
Gu Yan frowned slightly and looked at Xu Qingxiao with some curiosity. His eyes were still worried. After all, Xu Qingxiao should be in Liyang Palace.
But he came with him. If the other ministers found out about this, they would probably scold him to death. If he failed in the poem contest today, he would be doomed.
So it is impossible not to worry.
"It doesn't matter."
"Master Gu, Qingxiao will explain everything later. No matter what, don't answer anything. As long as you don't speak, it doesn't matter even if Qingxiao says something wrong."
Xu Qingxiao was not worried about the Taiping Poetry Society at all.
On the contrary, he was more concerned about facing the three merchants of Wei later.
Guangling Shanxi merchants!
Beihu Hui merchants!
Nanlin Ganshang!
There were thousands of merchants in the Wei Dynasty, but only five were the largest. The materials most needed for the waterwheel project were in the hands of these three.
So Xu Qingxiao wanted to see what purpose these three businessmen had in coming to Kyoto.
At this time, there were sounds of some footsteps.
Soon the door of the Accord was slowly pushed open, and three figures appeared in Xu Qingxiao's eyes.
The three of them are all elderly and have white hair, but they are in good spirits. Their clothes are not expensive, but rather low-key. Of course, the fabrics of their clothes are not ordinary.
"We will pay homage to Gu Shangshu and Mr. Xu."
When the three of them saw Gu Yan and Xu Qingxiao, they couldn't help but bow to them, showing great respect.
After all, they were businessmen, and Gu Yan and Xu Qingxiao were officials of the Wei Dynasty, so they naturally had to respect them.
"Everyone, take a seat."
Xu Qingxiao smiled slightly and asked everyone to sit down.
The three of them glanced at Xu Qingxiao and sat down without saying anything.
"Gu Shangshu, I'm late. I hope Gu Shangshu won't be angry."
The old man sent by Shanxi merchants opened his mouth and apologized to Gu Yan.
However, Gu Yan nodded, but didn't say anything. As a minister, who did these businessmen count in his eyes? If they didn't need their materials, were they qualified to eat at the same table with him?
"Come, I'll give you a glass of wine, Lord, and I'll give you a glass of apology, little friend."
The old man from the Huishang Sect filled up the wine, stood up and said, he called Gu Yan Shangshu, and called Xu Qingxiao Xiaoyou. Inexplicably, it had some other meanings.
But given their age, calling them "little friend" is not too much.
Plus, with a smile on his face, if he really wanted to be angry, it would actually make him look stingy.
Gu Yan glanced at Xu Qingxiao out of the corner of his eye, but Xu Qingxiao was not angry at all and instead poured herself a drink.
Everyone raised their glasses, Gu Yan and Xu Qingxiao took a sip, and the three of them drank it in one gulp.
After drinking it, the old man from Ganshang couldn't help but frown and said: "I heard that Xu Xiaoyou has an extraordinary capacity for drinking. What do you mean by taking a small sip? Could it be that the wine is not good? Come here and serve some good wine."
When he opened his mouth, he didn't blame Xu Qingxiao for tasting it, but he blamed the wine in the restaurant for not being good. This is the cleverness of the businessman, and he was unhappy in his heart. To put it another way.
"That's not necessary."
"Xu drank a lot in the past few days and did some wrong things. His Majesty has issued an order not to allow me to continue drinking. But today I met with the three of them. Xu had a little taste and expressed his feelings."
Xu Qingxiao smiled and said.
And the three of them did not continue to force anything.
He just kept toasting to Gu Yan.
After drinking for three rounds, Gu Yan glanced at Xu Qingxiao, and Xu Qingxiao understood what he meant and spoke immediately.
"Everyone, Mr. Gu is here today because he also wants to discuss with the three of you about the materials of water, oil, vine and wood."
"Now that we've had three drinks, we might as well just have a chat."
Xu Qingxiao opened her mouth and brought the topic to the water-oil vine.
But the three of them looked at me, and I looked at you, and finally the Ganshang representative spoke.
"The three of us came in a hurry. We haven't read some relevant letters yet. We have already asked the servants to pick them up. They were given to us by the clan leader."
"If we don't have a letter from home, we wouldn't dare to talk nonsense."
The representative from Gansu merchants smiled bitterly, "Can you believe this?"
Didn't bring three of them together? It's obviously just delaying time.
For a moment, Gu Yan's expression changed slightly, but Xu Qingxiao smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, it's still a long time anyway, so what can I do if I wait a while."
Xu Qingxiao smiled, and the three of them nodded and praised a lot.
After that, the three of them basically kept flattering Gu Yan, but they didn't talk to Xu Qingxiao at all, and they were a bit deliberately cold.
But Xu Qingxiao has always maintained a good attitude. Since the other party ignores her, Xu Qingxiao is too lazy to talk to these three people.
Their intention was obvious, it was just to delay their own time so that they could not go to Liyang Palace.
Unfortunately, their wishful thinking was wrong.
It was just that Xu Qingxiao was so indifferent, but Gu Yan was a little displeased. After all, these three people were talking about other things and did not talk about the waterwheel at all, which made him feel irritated. Moreover, the matter of Liyang Palace was also added.
He was really afraid of something happening.
When we got here, Gu Yan's voice sounded.
"Shouren, since you have to wait for so long, why don't you go to Liyang Palace? I have arranged a special sedan to take you to Liyang Palace."
Gu Yan spoke.
Just a word, something strange flashed in Sanshang's eyes, and then the representative of Ganshang stood up and said: "Master Gu, let me ask."
He opened his mouth to get up and ask.
Gu Yan nodded and said nothing more.
But just when Gan Shang stood up, suddenly, the sky outside looked like daylight, and the strong golden light made the window outside the window bright.
"what happened?"
"What kind of fireworks are they?"
"this?"
The three business representatives were a little curious, and they even stood up and opened the windows. Suddenly, a blazing light poured into the elegant home.
The next moment, Xu Qingxiao's poem sounded.
Famous poems from time immemorial appear again.
The large golden characters were concentrated on the sky, and the expressions of several people suddenly changed.
The purpose of their coming here was to delay Xu Qingxiao, which was the task assigned by the above. But what they didn't expect was that Xu Qingxiao was able to defeat the talents of the Ten Kingdoms in Liyang Palace.
This! This is a bit unbelievable.
"Master Xu? This is a poem you wrote? How come the sounds are so similar?"
The Huizhou merchant representative looked at Xu Qingxiao with some curiosity.
"Xu has already composed a poem and asked my senior brother to bring it to Liyang Palace for me. Maybe my senior brother made the inscription accurately."
"Everyone, if you like the poetry meeting, why don't you Xu take you to Liyang Palace now to enjoy it?"
Xu Qingxiao spoke calmly.
The scene outside, including what Xu Qingxiao said, made Gu Yan completely relieved.
To be honest, he was really a little scared, afraid that Xu Qingxiao would be delayed because of the household affairs.
Fortunately, Xu Qingxiao actually retained such a skill. I really underestimated Xu Qingxiao.
"No, no, I've heard about this little friend's talent for a long time."
A few people returned to their seats with a smile on their faces, while the Ganshang representatives left their seats and went to get family letters and returned.
It was at this moment that Gungun Qi sank into his body, leaving Xu Qingxiao a little helpless.
He doesn't need talent now, what he needs is public opinion.
But there isn't much public opinion in my body, and it's far different from the public opinion two days ago.
It's really a little bit less.
But it doesn’t matter, since the public opinion in my body is enough, it’s impossible to actually take out the holy weapon, right?
About two quarters of an hour later.
Finally, the other party took the family letter and handed it to the other two people, one copy for each person.
The three old men read the contents of the family letter.
But Xu Qingxiao was calm.
But the expressions of the three of them became increasingly weird. Xu Qingxiao and Gu Yan didn't know what the content of the family letter was, so they were a little curious.
Time passed little by little, and after another quarter of an hour, the three of them finally put down the letters from home, folded them and put them back in the envelope.
Then the Shanxi merchant representative spoke.
"Gu Shangshu, there is a message within the clan that the local people are not willing to harvest in advance, but the clan has reached an agreement with the people. As long as the price is agreed upon before, then..."
He opened his mouth but didn't have time to finish.
Suddenly, the golden light outside became more intense.
At this moment, Xu Qingxiao frowned slightly.
"Why did you open the second poem?"
"Or is it that someone has also written a poem that will last through the ages?"
Xu Qingxiao was slightly curious, but as her own voice sounded, Xu Qingxiao understood that it was time to open the second letter.
"this!"
The Shanxi merchant representative looked outside, groaned, and was about to continue speaking, but suddenly, the golden light became thicker and a rumble sounded.
at this time.
Xu Qingxiao couldn't help but stand up, opened the window herself, and looked at Wei Kyoto.
The entire Kyoto is bathed in golden light, and the three eternal famous poems on the sky are like three suns, reflecting everything.
"what happened?"
Xu Qingxiao frowned. He had specially sealed his poetry talent. Originally, he planned for Chen Xinghe to come up with one. After winning, he would come up with another one tomorrow, ending with almost three famous poems throughout the ages.
But you have already picked out three songs in one go?
This is a little weird.
Before Xu Qingxiao could react, the fourth eternally famous poem appeared.
"No!"
Xu Qingxiao shouted in her heart. Four famous poems appeared throughout the ages. She was afraid that Liyang Palace was about to collapse.
What's more important is that I don't need so much talent.
The more talents you have, the more troublesome it will be for your own cultivation.
Thinking of this, Xu Qingxiao used the sacred weapon in her body, the Eight Desolate Bells, and suppressed all her talents with her own awe-inspiring righteousness to avoid making big mistakes.
The terrifying talent was instantly absorbed into Xu Qingxiao's body, which was invisible to the naked eye and even the great scholar could not detect it.
But less than a while later.
Xu Qingxiao's face suddenly became extremely ugly.
"All taken apart?"
The terrifying talent, invisible to the naked eye, surged toward his body like a vast ocean.
The Chunqiu pen, the advice ruler, the Bahuang bell, the book of words, and the gentleman's sword absorb these talents at the same time.
But this talent is too terrifying.
A total of seven famous poems throughout the ages.
"Damn it!"
Xu Qingxiao didn't know what happened, but he believed that it wasn't his senior brother who was responsible.
Someone forced his senior brother to open the letter.
Such terrifying talent poured into his body, almost allowing Xu Qingxiao to directly break through to the realm of great Confucianism.
It is not a good thing to directly break through the great Confucianism without establishing a book. It is unjust and unjust, and it will be a huge obstacle to the future.
Moreover, after becoming a great scholar, he wanted to improve his cultivation. Suppressing the demon species would be extremely terrifying, and it would be difficult for him to practice cultivation.
"No! It can't be suppressed!"
In the end, Xu Qingxiao really had no choice. He couldn't suppress so much talent. Unless he sacrificed the sacred weapon in his body, the only way out was to forcefully break through to the Great Confucian.
But this is impossible.
Thinking of this, Xu Qingxiao had no choice but to release these talents.
It will be absorbed slowly after a while.
It's impossible to waste things. It's just that Xu Qingxiao couldn't absorb so much talent all at once.
The only trouble is that there may be a super vision later.
But there is nothing we can do, we can only do this.
boom!
And after Xu Qingxiao unleashed her talent.
Inside Liyang Palace.
The great talents of the Ten Kingdoms have come to their senses.
They were silent to each other, not daring to raise their voices any more.
But as the vision disappeared, suddenly, my mind became active again.
Even at the end, someone suddenly thought of a possibility and immediately shouted out.
"Fake, fake, everything is fake. I completely understand that all visions are created by man."
"He is a great scholar of heaven and earth. It is a pity that he cannot maintain such a terrifying vision."
"Yes, yes, all the poems written throughout the ages are false. Everything is a man-made illusion. Sure enough, paper cannot contain fire."
"That's it. How could one person write seven eternal poems overnight? I don't believe it!"
"Man-made vision! It's possible!"
I don't know who shouted out such nonsense. After they saw the vision in the sky completely disappear, they calmed down for a while.
But after a while, I found that all the visions had indeed disappeared.
Only then can I dare to continue to express my views.
They don’t believe it! If they don’t believe it, they don’t believe it!
And these remarks were instantly recognized by all the talented people in the ten countries.
Even the literati of the Wei Dynasty could not find a suitable reason to answer for a while.
Because it seems like it's really possible.
But for Chen Zhengru and others, this theory is simply ridiculous, because even the great scholars in heaven and earth cannot create such a phenomenon.
Unless you come into contact with the Holy Way.
But why do all the visions suddenly disappear?
They are also very curious.
But the next moment.
Suddenly, a voice sounded.
"Look! What is that thing to the east?"
A shocking sound sounded, and the next moment, all eyes turned to the east.
Talents like a galloping ocean surged toward the capital of the Wei Dynasty.
It is endless, as if it is three thousand miles long.
Talent comes three thousand miles east!
At this moment, the capital of Wei Dynasty was quiet.