"That's all, I'm too lazy to argue with you girl, but since you said that I set the rules, I will change them today." Old Man Baili raised his eyebrows with a malicious look on his face. Look at Qin Feng.
You bad old man, look at what I did. Isn’t it just that I made a second line yesterday? Can’t you afford it?
"Hey, brat, I admit that you have some talent in couplets, but today, I don't want to test you on couplets, but on poetry!"
"Poetry test?" Qin Feng suddenly showed a strange expression.
"Not bad." Old Man Baili tapped his finger on the wicker chair, and a copper furnace instantly appeared in the attic. Many exquisite patterns were carved on the surface of the copper furnace, and golden light flowed.
"This is a Dengwen stove, and its function is simple. As long as someone composes a poem in front of it, it will puff out white smoke to judge whether the poem is good or bad.
The higher the height of the white smoke, the better the quality of the poetry. Boy, I will not bully you. As long as the poetry you create can reach more than three feet, I will let you two into Tingyu Pavilion. how?"
"This" Qin Feng hasn't answered, but Cang Feilan on the side can't help it: "The Daqian Literary Saint Tradition has been weak for a long time, and the poetry has been declining day by day. In the past ten years, there have been several high-sounding poems in Daqian. Yu Sanzhang’s poems? You’re making such demands and you’re not bullying me?”
"Hey, anyway, these rules are set by me. If you can't do it, you can leave, and I won't force you to stay." The old man Baili crossed his legs, his expression indescribable that he wanted to be beaten.
I really wanted to hit him. Qin Feng clenched his fist and asked to the side: "Miss Cang, is it difficult to have more than three feet of white smoke?"
Cang Feilan nodded slightly: "The white smoke of Dengwen furnace is usually divided into three grades, one to three feet is ordinary grade, four to six feet is treasure, and seven to nine feet is holy grade.
To compose poems impromptu and step into the treasures, even the top bachelor of Fengtian City Haowen Academy may not be able to do it, let alone you."
"Well," you are looking down on me. Although I can't do it, I can transform into a copycat. Qin Feng complained in his heart, and then asked Baili old man: "What if I can make a poem over six feet tall?" Woolen cloth?"
"Six feet? Just you?!" Old Man Baili sneered.
Under Cang Feilan's black scarf, she also let out a vague cold snort.
Hey, you don’t believe it, right? My bad temper says, “Don’t worry about whether I can do it, I just ask, what if I do it?”
"You brat, if you can write a poem that's more than six feet tall, from now on, you can come and go as you please in Tingyuxuan!"
"Okay, it's a deal!" Qin Feng was secretly happy. The books in this attic are large in quantity and high quality, and you can buy them for free without spending money. It is really a treasure, but every time you can only see the sunset going down the mountain. , it’s really inconvenient. If I could go in and out freely, wouldn’t I be able to see from morning till night?
"Come on the question." Qin Feng waved his right hand with great enthusiasm.
"What's the question?" Old Man Baili was confused, and Cang Feilan on the side also cast a doubtful look.
"Just write a random poem, and I'm afraid you won't be convinced if it reaches more than sixty feet, so you can limit the content of this poem!" Anyway, I was a top student in my last life, and I chose this poem in order to get in touch with more girls in college. It’s also a liberal arts major. The number of poems in my mind is so large and the scope is so wide that I’m scared to say it out loud. This is awesome. I’m determined!
After hearing this, Old Man Baili said three good words in a row. He has lived for so long, and the number of young people who dare to be so arrogant in front of him is no more than one palm. Today he will teach him a lesson. Young people, what is self-knowledge?
"Since you said so, then write a poem based on the battle of Zhenlingguan eighteen years ago!"
When Cang Feilan heard this, her delicate body trembled.
Qin Feng fell into deep thought and began to recall, and finally remembered the battle from a history book.
In the extreme south of Daqian, stretching towards Qinghai, there is a mountain named Tianling Mountain, which towers into the clouds. And on top of Tianling Mountain, there is a powerful foreign tribe named Garuda!
Garuda is a monster with a human face and a bird body. It is born with supernatural power. It feeds on dragons and can soar for nine days and a hundred thousand miles with a single flap of its wings.
Eighteen years ago, Garuda invaded Daqian on a large scale and broke through Zhenling Pass, causing all life to be ruined.
In anger, the previous Emperor Ming Chong sent one hundred thousand soldiers and the strongest fighting force of the Demon Slayer Division to Zhenling Pass to fight to the death with the Garuda clan.
In that battle, the sky was dark and the earth was dark. Even if the human race had the help of the dragon clan, they still won miserably. The Garuda clan was forced to retreat outside Zhenling Pass, and the number of the 100,000 soldiers who participated in the battle was less than a hundred.
Under Zhenling Pass, the land was dyed dark red with blood, and it has not faded in the past year!
After recalling this, Qin Feng felt heavy, and even his original intention to show off had faded away a lot.
He couldn't help feeling that in these troubled times, the rare peace of the human race was infused with the blood of heroes.
"Do you have a pen and paper?"
In the attic, a white curly brush flew out with a sound.
Qin Feng took a deep breath and was about to start writing when he suddenly remembered the scene when he wrote the couplet yesterday, and the brush was still hanging.
Old Man Baili saw what he was thinking and said: "Don't worry, when you made the second line yesterday, you were in a chess game with others, so you were under great pressure.
If you write poetry today, that won't happen."
So that's it. Qin Feng nodded, the brush fell on the white scroll, and a little black ink melted.
I saw the opening chapter - "Qinghai Changyuntianling Mountain" vividly on the page.
The Dengwen stove trembled, and white smoke came out, reaching a height of one foot. The old man Baili stood up in shock and came to the side of the white scroll.
Cang Feilan looked at Bai Juan, dazed, as if she had seen that scene.
And Qin Feng started writing again and wrote the second sentence - "The lonely city looks at Zhenling Pass in the distance."
One hundred thousand soldiers gathered in the dead city. Garuda was so powerful that he killed people like crushing ants. However, knowing that there was a disparity in strength between the two sides, the one hundred thousand soldiers were determined to die and guarded the dead city without retreating a step!
The Dengwen stove emits a golden roar, and white smoke rises three feet high!
The pen moves like a dragon and a snake, and when rendered on paper, I see again - "The yellow sand wears golden armor in a hundred battles."
The roar of the soldiers shook the sky, and they used their flesh and blood to pave the way of killing. Even if their armor was stained with blood and their bones were wrapped in iron clothes, so what!
Old Man Baili's eyes widened and he clenched his right fist. Cang Feilan was breathing rapidly and her chest was rising and falling.
The Dengwen furnace began to shake violently, and the white smoke was already six feet high!
Qin Feng's eyes widened sharply, and the brush in his hand was like the edge of a sword, and he carved the final swan song on the white scroll - "Until the Jialou is broken, it will never be returned!"
Ding!
The harsh golden sound resounded in the sky, and the white smoke from the Dengwen furnace suddenly rose into the sky. The height had already exceeded nine feet!
And above nine feet, it is a divine grade!
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