Chapter 34: Improving the product with words, shocking the audience
It’s not that Xu Qingxiao is modest.
Xu Qingxiao also liked listening to everyone chatting and talking nonsense. After all, you can get some information through chatting.
How can I compose a poem by myself?
The problem is, the side effects of good popularity appear at this moment.
"Yes, yes. Brother Qingxiao is very talented at first glance. Let's compose a song."
"I'm very optimistic about Brother Qingxiao. Come on, Brother Qingxiao, don't be humble."
"Well, Brother Xinghe is indeed famous for his poetry. Since Brother Qingxiao came from the same school, he must be good too."
"Brother Qingxiao, come on."
Many people spoke up. Xu Qingxiao had praised them before and gained good popularity. Now, for this kind of thing, everyone would naturally praise them back.
This is the friendship between gentlemen.
Li Xin, who was sitting in the first seat, was a little curious. He usually asked everyone to write poems, and either you would fight against me, or someone would comment on what was wrong after someone finished reading.
How could anyone ever be so polite?
This Xu Qingxiao seems to have some background, right? He is a talent, but he doesn’t even know it. He needs to make a good friend.
Li Xin thought in his mind that he was born into a wealthy family, studied since he was a child, and followed the prince of the government. He was naturally sophisticated and knowledgeable, and he knew that he had to make friends with talents when he met them.
Maybe one day the other person will become famous and become one of your connections.
It was his first time to meet Xu Qingxiao, but everyone was so enthusiastic about Xu Qingxiao and so polite. How could people not think that he was a talent?
"Brother Qingxiao, although this is our first time meeting you, after hearing your praises, I thought that Brother Qingxiao is a very good poet. Can you please compose a poem for me?"
Li Xin spoke up and invited Xu Qingxiao to compose an impromptu poem.
At this moment, Xu Qingxiao became even more depressed.
In the face of the crowd's booing and the fact that the host has spoken like this, if you really want to refuse, wouldn't it be a slap in the face?
But it is a bit difficult to force yourself to write poetry.
Hmm. Then just copy poems.
I'm not very good at composing poetry, but Xu Qingxiao is still good at copying poems.
However, Xu Qingxiao does not intend to take the route of Wen Chao Gong. After all, being Wen Chao Gong is not an easy task. Some poems are famous poems in previous lives.
But how could you copy it casually after traveling through time?
Poems should match the scene and the situation. If you say "Looking at the Lushan Waterfall", which mountain is Lushan?
This can be said forcefully, but if it is some allusive poems, how can you force it? No one understands it.
Therefore, if you want to be a copywriter, you must be familiar with the history and then make magical changes. Otherwise, if you have to memorize it, the meaning of the words will be different, and the GTE will not be as enjoyable.
But in the face of everyone's expectations, Xu Qingxiao could only stand up and sigh.
"I have only been in school for half a year, and I am still learning. But if you ask me to write poems, I can only make a fool of myself."
"But it's not poetry, it's lyrics. I wrote it for a general, and it wasn't improvised."
When Xu Qingxiao opened her mouth, she first belittled herself, and then said that this was not impromptu. The point was to do it for others, not to express what she felt.
These words made everyone even more curious.
"For someone else? Who?"
"I'm really curious."
"You can also use lyrics. Poetry and poetry are all the same."
"For a general? Interesting, interesting."
Everyone was full of curiosity.
Li Xin pressed his hand slightly to signal for silence.
The banquet fell silent instantly.
Everyone was silent.
Xu Qingxiao glanced at everyone, still feeling helpless in her heart, but since she was forced to this extent, she had to bite the bullet.
call!
Take a deep breath and try to calm down.
The next moment, Xu Qingxiao spoke.
"When you are so angry that you can stand by your side, the rain will stop."
Xu Qingxiao spoke with emotion, and when she read the words, Xu Qingxiao felt something inexplicable.
"Lift our sight, the sky and shouts, grand, vehement."
Xu Qingxiao looked up, as if the courtyard in front of her was not a courtyard, but a devastated battlefield, and it seemed like a vast expanse.
At this moment, everyone held their breath.
Xu Qingxiao's voice seemed to be infectious, making people feel inexplicably silent.
"Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon."
"Don't wait any longer."
"The young man's head is gray, and he is filled with sorrow."
After the low-spirited prelude ended, Xu Qingxiao’s voice rose, and the dust and dirt of Thirty Fame and the Clouds and Moons of Eight Thousand Miles were exceptionally crisp and contagious.
Especially the last sentence made everyone present feel inexplicably excited.
"The shame of Jingcheng is still not over."
"When will the hatred of the ministers be destroyed?"
Xu Qingxiao's tone changed, her voice was high-pitched and filled with sorrow, anger and unwillingness.
The humiliation of Jingcheng has not yet been wiped out. When will the resentment of the ministers be wiped out?
This sentence touched the hearts of everyone present.
Everyone clenched their fists, as if the shame of Jingcheng was right in front of their eyes.
"Driving a long chariot, we can traverse the gap in Lianyun Mountain."
"The ambition is to eat hulu meat when hungry."
"Joking and talking about drinking barbarian blood when thirsty."
"Be from scratch, clean up the old mountains and rivers, overturned Que."
In the last three sentences, Xu Qingxiao was even more impassioned, with fire in her eyes and high aspirations.
And this poem also shocked everyone present.
Driving a chariot, trampling through the Lianyun Mountain fortress, sharing the same ambition and hatred, hungry for the flesh of the barbarians, thirsty for the blood of the barbarians, I want to regain the old mountains and rivers from the beginning, and then return to Beijing on a pilgrimage to report my victory.
good!
Really good!
At this moment, all the literati in the hall came to their senses.
Their first reaction was to applaud.
Especially Li Xin, who was even more excited and applauded.
No one would have thought that Xu Qingxiao could compose a poem like this.
It is simple and less than a hundred words, but it can express the anger of the people of the Wei Dynasty at the humiliation of Jingcheng.
There is both shame and ambition.
"Thirty years of fame and dust."
"Eight thousand miles of clouds and moon."
"Don't wait any longer, or your head will turn gray."
This sentence is like thunder, and I advise the people of the Wei Dynasty not to waste their years.
We must always remember that the shame of Jingcheng has not been washed away, and the sacrifice of Wei Dynasty will eventually have an explanation.
"good!"
"OK."
"Brother Qingxiao, you are truly a great talent."
"A noun through the ages, a noun through the ages, this is a noun through the ages."
"The disgrace of Jingcheng has not yet been resolved, and the hatred of the ministers, when will it be destroyed? That's so good. Brother Xu, I give you a toast."
"I never thought that at such a banquet, I would hear these words. I have no regrets in this life. I have no regrets."
At the banquet, everyone came to their senses one by one. They stood up excitedly and toasted and praised Xu Qingxiao.
Although their ability to compose poems and lyrics is poor, their appreciation ability is not bad.
Xu Qingxiao's poem has an excellent intention and exquisite wording. The first half dissuades people from spending their lives in vain, and the second half uses Jingcheng's shame as an excuse to express his inner thoughts. The beginning and end echo each other, so it is a good poem.
It can be said that after today's dinner, Xu Qingxiao's name will definitely shine brightly.
This is the advantage of gatherings. If you have real materials, you can become famous.
"Brother Qingxiao, Yudi is younger than you. He just wrote the lyrics, which will be passed down through the ages. Yudi admires it and I would like to propose three glasses of wine to you."
Li Xin walked down immediately and wanted to toast Xu Qingxiao.
But just at this moment.
Waves of pure white energy surrounded Xu Qingxiao.
His talents surged and he condensed a vast righteousness.
Everyone was shocked and looked at Xu Qingxiao with disbelief in their eyes.
"He is now a member of the Jin Dynasty."
"Brother Qingxiao Jinpin?"
"Is it a premium product?"
"No, it's Jin-level, Ninth-level enlightenment."
"Ninth rank? Brother Qingxiao has already been admitted to the first rank a long time ago?"
"Hey, I see that Brother Qingxiao is only in his early twenties and is already a Confucian? I am really ashamed."
"Ashamed of myself, ashamed of myself."
"You will be promoted to the ninth rank at the age of twenty, and you will have a bright future. My teacher is over a hundred years old, and he has just barely been promoted to the ninth rank. Brother Qingxiao should be regarded as a great talent."
"One word is Jinpin. I never thought I would be able to witness this spectacle with my own eyes."
Everyone was stunned.
They stood on the spot, looking at Xu Qingxiao in a daze.
What is the reason why they have studied poetry and books for more than ten years? Being an official and engaging in politics is the second most important thing, and the most important thing is Jinpin.
Official positions are awarded by the court.
And grade is recognized by heaven and earth.
Is the imperial court bigger or the world bigger? You don’t need to think about this question to know.
Everyone is envious, but they also understand one thing.
Xu Qingxiao's name has spread to at least Nanyu Mansion and even to Changping County since tonight.
No, it is very likely that the whole country will know it.
This impassioned poem has become an eternal term. Once it was circulated, it was definitely known to all the literati in the country.
With just this poem, Xu Qingxiao could leave a trace in the history books without doing anything else in her life.
This is the place that everyone envies.
Nowadays, it is even more important to promote poetry with poetry. How can we not be envied?
How can it not be shocking?
Great talent!
Great talent!
What a great talent!
The most excited person is Li Xin.
He is the son of a prince, and has had high hopes since he was a child. He will definitely join politics in the future, but it is difficult to surpass his father, but if he can get to know a great scholar, it will be different.
Xu Qingxiao is not a great Confucian, but he has reached the ninth rank at the age of twenty, and is endowed with eternal names. He has great hope of becoming a great Confucian.
If I form a good relationship with Xu Qingxiao, I will be blessed with divine help in the future.
He was not the only one to think so, everyone present felt the same.
The most confused person present was Xu Qingxiao himself.
Xu Qingxiao never expected that after reciting a poem, she would be promoted to a higher rank?
Does it want to be that simple?
Why does Confucianism and Taoism level up so quickly? Is it a bit challenging?
However, no matter how confused he was in his heart, after the talent energy entered his body, it turned into streams of awe-inspiring righteousness and poured into his brain.
These awe-inspiring righteousness surged toward my mind as if there were guidance.
boom!
A roaring sound exploded in his head, and Xu Qingxiao had an indescribable feeling at this moment.
It was as if everything in the mind had been swept away, and the seven senses were awakened.
This is the ninth level of Confucianism and Taoism.
Enlightenment.
If a person is enlightened and has a photographic memory, his wisdom will be enhanced.
And at this moment.
Haoran's righteousness condenses his eyes, nurturing new Confucian and Taoist supernatural powers.
Just for a moment, the Palace of Heaven and Earth appeared in his mind, suppressing all the awe-inspiring righteousness in his body.
"Brother Qingxiao, when there is no one around, enter the Wen Palace to complete your promotion."
A handsome man's voice appeared, and he used Wen Gong to suppress Xu Qingxiao's talent.
"good."
Xu Qingxiao responded mentally.
The next moment, the surrounding atmosphere dissipated and everything returned to normal.
Open your eyes.
I saw a series of dull and shocked faces before my eyes.
The scene was very quiet for a while.
In order to be gregarious, Xu Qingxiao also calmed down.