It's a pity that these twenty-nine generations of masters were trapped by love throughout their lives, and finally died in depression.
Before his death, he left behind two lines of poems: When the golden wind and jade dew meet, they win over countless others in the world.
Over the past few hundred years, many people under Emperor Wenzong tried to complete this poem. Although some people made the next sentence, the artistic conception was far from the same.
To this day, no one can match these two lines of broken poems. These two lines of broken poems are known as the two most sacred lines of Wenzong's poems!
The current head, Su Qingyan, liked these two fragmentary poems very much, so he ordered a skilled craftsman to carve them on the phoenix chair.
"Boy, don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask." At this moment, Chen Sheng stood up, pointed at Yue Feng and shouted: "These two lines of poems are left by the twenty-ninth generation head of Wenzong.
Can someone like you come down and be asked casually by a nobody like you?"
What?
The twenty-ninth generation leader of Emperor Wenzong?
Hearing this, Yue Feng was stunned. Then he asked Su Qingyan: "May I ask the surname of this twenty-ninth generation leader!"
Yue Feng was extremely curious!
After all, if this twenty-ninth generation leader can write poems about the Round Earth Continent, he must be from the Round Earth Continent!
Su Qingyan sighed and said, "The name of this twenty-ninth generation leader is Fulin."
Yue Feng took a deep breath, feeling excited and unable to calm down for a long time!
In history, there are many legends about Emperor Shunzhi. He had a concubine named Dong E. After the death of Concubine Dong E, Shunzhi was heartbroken and passed the throne to Kangxi, while he himself disappeared in the Forbidden City.
Some people say that Shunzhi missed his beloved concubine and committed suicide.
Some people say that Shunzhi retired to the mountains and did not care about worldly affairs.
Others say that Shunzhi became a monk and became emperor.
But who would have thought that Shunzhi would come to Dong'ao Continent and become the twenty-ninth generation head of Wenzong!
"Yue Feng." At this moment, Su Qingyan raised her eyebrows slightly and said slowly: "The two remaining lines of the poem you saw have profound artistic conception. There are many literary giants in the world who want to complete this poem, but there is no one sentence.
, can it be worthy of this: when the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will defeat countless people in the world."
Su Qingyan looked at Yue Feng with a smile: "These two lines of broken poems are particularly sacred to me, Wenzong. These two lines of broken poems are the two best lines of our poems! You are young and frivolous, I
It’s tolerated. But don’t comment on these two lines of poetry. These two lines of poetry are sacred and it’s not your turn to comment.”
"Oh oh oh." Yue Feng laughed and said to Su Qingyan: "Master Su, in my opinion, it is not difficult to complete this incomplete poem. Otherwise, I will help you Wen Zong.
Complete this poem?”
"You, who do you think you are!" Chen Sheng suddenly stood up: "You mean, you can complete this poem, but the literary talent of our Wenzong disciples is not as good as yours?"
"Yeah, this kid really doesn't know how high the sky is and how high it is!"
The two remaining lines of poetry left by the 19th generation leader are recognized by the entire literary world as two divine lines! For hundreds of years, no literary giant in the entire Dongao Continent has been able to complete it!
You are a nobody, but you were lucky enough to become a talented scholar in Furong, so you are so shameless?
Yue Feng laughed and said slowly: "Master Su, I am telling the truth. With my literary talent, it is very easy to complete this poem."
"Okay, then you come up with the next sentence and I'll listen to it." Su Qingyan said coldly: "Young man, you are a little too arrogant. Over the past thousands of years, many great writers have wanted to write this poem.
, you can’t even stand up to me. What kind of decency do you have for uttering arrogant words here?”
Speaking of this, Su Qingyan picked up the tea cup and looked at Yue Feng coldly: "Do you mean that none of the hundreds of thousands of disciples of our Wenzong are as talented as you? You are belittling me, Wenzong, which is unforgivable!
If you fail to live up to this poem today, I will definitely put you to death!"
Su Qingyan, a woman, was usually dignified and peaceful, and rarely got angry. But this young man was really too crazy.
Hearing this, Yue Feng frowned. Damn, why? If I can't live up to this poem, I will be executed?
At that time Yue Feng was also anxious and said: "Master Su, in this case, let's make a bet on whether I can complete this poem! If I lose, you will beat me to death with a stick, and I will
No complaints at all. But if I win, you will wash my feet."
What?!
As soon as Yue Feng's voice fell, the hall was filled with excitement!
What a decent person, what a decent person!
How could the superior leader, the most talented woman of all time, wash this boy's feet? This bet is too much!
"Snapped!"
Su Qingyan slapped the table and stood up from the phoenix chair. Her face was extremely pale!
The talented people from Furong in the past were all gentle and elegant, with literary talent and connotation. But why are the talented people from Furong this year so arrogant?!