King Taiping laughed, then looked at Xu Yin and said, "Master Yun, some people don't seem to be convinced by you."
If he really wanted to reward Xu Yin, he would have directly scolded Nangong Pushe back.
But King Taiping was interested in testing Xu Yin's true ability.
If Xu Yin is truly capable, then even if his fans in the audience are unconvinced, they have nothing to say.
If Xu Yin fails in other people's challenge, he can calmly withdraw these rewards and change them to other awards. It also proves that this person may not be of great use.
Xu Yin bowed his head, being humble and polite, and said: "Your Majesty, the students are here and have already prepared themselves. They all say that they have learned martial arts and will be able to live in the emperor's family. How good this ability is, I would like to invite you all to witness it in public."
Although his tone of voice was humble, he was actually extremely arrogant and did not pay attention to everyone present. Even Mr. Nangong, who had left the case, did not even open his eyes to take a look.
How could Nangong Pushe not see Xu Yin's attitude? His originally not very broad mind felt like it was about to explode.
He immediately flew up to Xu Yin's side. His movements were as agile as a crane soaring into the sky or flying like a silver eagle across the ground. He was instantly agile and elegant, demonstrating his extremely high attainments in Qinggong.
Even Lu Xiaofeng, who was famous for his Qinggong skills, couldn't help but nod his head and actually felt a little worried about Xu Yin.
Aunt Gongsun subconsciously felt that it was impossible for Mr. Nangong to compare with this talented scholar in the sky. As for the reason, she didn't know.
Nangong Pushe cupped his fists and said: "Your Majesty, on behalf of the many martial arts peers present, I would like to compete with Mr. Yun. It is not good for him to be the best in front of me and make us look like nothing."
King Taiping stroked his beard and laughed, looked at Xu Yin and asked, "Is Young Master Yun interested in elegance?"
"Yun Mou, a third-generation commoner, has been valued by Nangong's high-ranking men who are handsome all over the court. It is indeed a blessing. Mr. Nangong is so elegant, how can Yun Mou not know how to praise him?"
Nangong Pushe sneered, knowing that the other party was deliberately belittling his identity to ridicule the Nangong family for bullying the small ones.
"Master Yun, true gold is not afraid of fire. You are a scholar, and now you are at the banquet hosted by the prince. In addition to martial arts people like me, there are also many literati and elegant people.
If you and I were to compete directly with fists, feet, and weapons, it would make people laugh at us as vulgar and barbaric. Since we are competing, why not use a literary test to compare martial arts?! In this way, we can compare literary talent and martial arts."
This time, not only King Taiping, but all the guests present could not help but become curious.
Many people who look on with cold eyes and take no position also want to know what is meant by using literary tests to compare martial arts.
Xu Yin said: "This is very interesting. Please tell Mr. Nangong clearly."
Nangong servant shot to King Taiping and said, "Please give me a piece of rice paper big enough to cover a whole table!"
With a wave of Taiping's big hand, two eunuchs carried the square table into the room, laid rice paper on it, and placed paperweights in the blind corners.
However, Nangong Pushe removed the paperweight and asked that inkstones with polished ink be placed at the four corners.
He pointed to the rice paper on the table and said to Xu Yin: "You and I each write a poem on the paper!"
Xu Yin asked doubtfully: "Create your own poetry on the spot?"
"Haha, after all, we are martial arts people. Of course, our writing and literary talents are not as good as those scholars and talents here, so we don't have to create our own poems."
"Who can write faster and write better?"
"What's the point of that? To win or lose, then only one person's poems and essays can be left on this piece of paper, and not a single word of the other party's!"
Xu Yin understood and said: "No matter how you write, you must incorporate the other person's strokes into your own strokes, so as to integrate them into the poems you write?"
"good!"
Xu Yin smiled and said: "If the person with weak skills scribbles in the blank space wantonly, then the outcome will never be decided?"
Many guests nodded and discussed with each other.
Nangong Pushe said with a smile: "So we have to set a few rules. Don't leave any ink spots in the blank space. Even if the brush is accidentally dropped, it will be considered a failure.
Don't destroy the paper. Rice paper is weak. If you are at a disadvantage, destroying the rice paper so that your opponent can't write is a rogue move.
In addition, you and I are not allowed to have any physical contact except with the pen in our hands. Whoever collides with the other's body first will also lose!"
Xu Yin frowned, "In other words, you and I are only allowed to collide with each other. Even if the ink marks are mixed together and become a font when they collide, it's okay?"
Nangong Pushe raised his head and said, "Why, Mr. Yun doesn't have this confidence?"
Xu Yin smiled and said: "Master Nangong's game is very interesting, and students want to try it."
King Taiping said with a smile: "I also find it very interesting. In this way, the two of you can only compete with each other in writing skills. If one of you is disturbed in writing, you must be ready to change the writing posture at any time and switch between poems and prose at any time."
This is the best way to avoid the disadvantages of this kind of struggle, but it requires a solid foundation in poetics."
Some scribes also followed suit and said: "This kind of competition is indeed elegant, and it is not superficial. No matter the outcome, it will not be humiliating and should be a good talk."
This statement is endorsed by many non-martial arts people, which is very interesting.
Lu Xiaofeng shook his head and said: "If it were me in my place, I would definitely admit defeat. Lu Xiaofeng can compete with others in drinking, but there is absolutely no confidence in competing with others in writing."
Aunt Gongsun smiled and said: "You also lost in the drinking competition before."
Lu Xiaofeng was stunned and smiled bitterly.
Xue Bing, who was next to her, couldn't help covering her mouth and snickering. Then she saw Lu Xiaofeng and the maid next to Gong Jiu looking at each other from a distance. She couldn't help but feel hatred in her heart and glanced away.
Xu Yin and Nangong Pushe walked to the square table, each holding a writing brush and standing on one side.
Both of them had dipped their pens in ink, but they did not start writing.
Xu Yin said: "Master Nangong, are you waiting to write?"
Nangong Pushe said: "Why, Mr. Yun doesn't dare?"
Xu Yin smiled and said, "Why don't you dare?"
As he put pen to paper, he already remembered a poem that was quite powerful and very suitable for the occasion.
The first word I write is the word "gui".
However, just as I was writing a vertical stroke, a pen next to me suddenly rushed towards me, and it just happened to blend into my own strokes, changing the vertical stroke into a vertical hook. Then I saw that the stroke had to be raised horizontally, and who knows what character it will evolve into.
If one's own writing style is messed up and completely brought into the opponent's rhythm, then naturally only the opponent's poems will be left on this piece of paper.
Xu Yin suddenly understood the rules of the game and used his skillful fingertips to counter the opponent's strokes and regain the initiative.
However, the writing style on the paper has changed, and it would be very difficult for him to change it back to the original poem. He could only use the writing style left by the other person to come up with corresponding poems and use them.
Xu Yin frowned for a moment, thinking about what poem to use.
Since Nangong Pushe was the initiator of the game, he had already made up his mind and was not in a hurry to fight back. He even greeted his friends at the table and was full of confidence.