Chapter 382 If you are Emperor Wu, you will be rewarded with peach blossoms
Chapter 382: If you become Emperor Wu, you will be rewarded with peach blossoms
Seven huge phantoms were floating in the air, and the awe-inspiring aura they exuded moved everyone present.
There was not a single snowflake within a few miles. For a moment, the air within a few miles seemed to be solidified, and everyone felt that their breathing became heavier.
The cold wind was still roaring. Mo Che, the leader, straightened his figure, and immediately the awe-inspiring aura emanating from the seven stone statues dissipated.
The heart-stopping pressure also dissipated, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, Mo Che took a step forward again and said calmly: "The ceremony is over!"
The faint voice revealed incomparable majesty and magnanimity, followed closely by hundreds of sharp wind-breaking sounds.
The sound of breaking wind hovered in the sky, and under the illumination of the stars in the sky, hundreds of its shadows slowly emerged from the void, and finally fell towards the jade platform like falling meteors.
The shadow gradually fell, and its shape emerged clearly in everyone's eyes. It was hundreds of stone tables.
The stone table is crystal clear and clearly carved from jade, with lifelike landscape paintings engraved on it.
The falling speed of the stone table gradually slowed down, and finally it landed lightly on the jade platform, standing neatly. The faint fluorescence emitted from the surface of the stone table looked particularly beautiful.
However, everything was not over yet. Hundreds of phantoms fell from the void, followed by the tangy fragrance of ink.
The rice paper and pen and ink slowly fell on the stone table. For a moment, the entire jade platform was filled with the faint fragrance of ink, and the spirits of the participating students who had been slightly injured were lifted.
Mo Che and the others took the lead to walk towards the stone table in the center, and immediately sat on the stone chairs, where the seven huge phantoms were visible in the void.
At this moment, in the eyes of everyone, the figures of Mo Che and the others seemed to overlap with the seven phantoms, making them look so tall!
Standing up, Mo Che glanced around with a slightly dull gaze, and said calmly: "Martial arts are respected in the Martial God Continent, but they rarely have writing! The writing is like martial arts. Every move of martial arts has momentum, and the same goes for writing.
Every stroke has its own meaning. The virtue of writing is integrated into the essence and spirit. Practice martial arts to pursue the path of being strong. Practice writing to gain understanding and understanding. You are all ready!"
The plain voice was full of incomparable majesty. The warriors who originally looked down on the literati could hardly seriously injure the three old men in front of them who were about to be buried.
"Ready!" Everyone shouted coldly, vaguely taking in their true energy, and their voices resounded like thunder.
"Martial God Continent respects martial arts, and its warriors must experience bloodshed. The path of martial arts must be inseparable from killing. Today, you will write a poem with the theme of killing!" Mo Che said calmly, his eyes slightly narrowed.
As soon as the killing came out, a bit of chilling air appeared in the whole place. Confucianism advocates benevolence and righteousness, but does not oppose killing. Repay kindness with kindness and stop killing with killing!
Hearing this, the whole place was in an uproar. Even if he thought about reincarnation today, he would not have expected that Mo Che would ask such a question.
However, perhaps this theme is the only one that can satisfy the taste of the people present. If these proud men are asked to write poems praising their merits, it would be better to just put them out there.
Practicing martial arts pursues the path of being strong, and practicing literature leads to understanding and understanding. Those who practice martial arts do not seek to learn and gain knowledge from the princes, but seek to be worthy of heaven and earth!
After finishing speaking, Mo Che closed his eyes tightly and slowly sat on the stone chair. His plain voice floated out again: "Time is like a stick of incense, stop writing when the incense is gone!"
Whoosh! An incense candle with white smoke fell from the sky, and finally floated strangely in mid-air. The smoke it emitted floated in the wind, making it look so strange.
After everyone looked at each other for a few times, they all chose a stone table and left. Ye Chen also randomly found a stone table, sat on the stone chair, took out the wine bottle in his arms, and took a casual sip without caring about the public occasion.
Qingwu wine tastes sweet at first, then bitter. When the wine enters the mouth, Ye Chen's mouth is filled with the aroma of wine. Ye Chen doesn't say much and also closes his eyes.
Compared to Ye Chen's calmness, Fatty Xiao seemed more nervous. He held a pen in his right hand and looked at the rice paper as white as snow with a blank expression.
Everyone had different reactions and looked at each other in confusion. Except for a few people, their expressions changed slightly.
Most people usually focus on practicing martial arts, but they have never experienced writing poetry. Therefore, writing poetry is difficult for those who have no writing in mind.
The most eye-catching people in the audience were undoubtedly Ye Chen and Feng Yunxiao. Everyone in the stands was in an uproar when they saw them drinking alone with calm faces! On the other hand, Feng Yunxiao's eyebrows were furrowed, sometimes he looked happy, sometimes he looked bitter.
, obviously thinking about it, after a few moments, Feng Yunxiao quietly lowered his right hand holding the pen, looked at Mo Che with a deep look in his eyes, and then closed his eyes as well.
On the other hand, Situ Fang was full of confidence and confident, his right hand holding the pen was dancing, and his scrawled handwriting also appeared on the paper.
However, after a few breaths, Situ Fang had to crumble the paper into a ball and throw it aside. He frowned and saw that both Ye Chen and Feng Yunxiao had their eyes closed. Therefore, Situ Fang also closed his eyes and pondered.
The entire scene was silent except for the roar of the cold wind. The cold wind blew everyone's robes and also blew the white paper on the stone table, making a rustling sound.
The brief silence undoubtedly brought inexplicable pressure to the contestants. The seven phantoms above their heads were still floating, and their inexplicable pressure caused the statue to emerge.
Time passed slowly like running water, and besides the sound of the wind, the sound of my own heartbeat surrounded my ears. At this moment, some contestants began to write and write, and their majestic and beautiful articles also emerged. However, those few
Before they could finish writing, a force generated out of thin air knocked those people down to the foot of the jade platform.
Several embarrassed figures were looking at the seven stone statues in the void in horror, and Mo Che's slightly angry voice also sounded: "Those who quote the classics of the ancients will leave!"
After finishing speaking, there were dozens of dull collision sounds all around, and dozens of figures fell from the jade platform in an extremely embarrassed manner, all looking at Mo Che with horrified faces.
Although these people had pen and ink in their minds, they were not strong enough to write poems. Therefore, these people came up with the idea of ancient poetry. They originally wanted to modify it slightly, but who knew that Mo Che would discover it.
In this regard, everyone just realized that the three Mo Ches in front of them, who looked like ordinary old men, could not be easily messed with.
In an instant, the seven stone statues once again burst out with a surge of righteousness, while everyone below was sweating coldly, and there was no longer any thought of trickery in their hearts.
In the cold wind, the white smoke coming out of the incense candle drifted with the cold wind. Inadvertently, nearly half of the incense candle seemed to be burned, and only a few people had to finish it at this moment. They all breathed a sigh of relief.
When he stopped writing, his rice paper automatically floated out from the stone table, suspended in mid-air, and his handwriting appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
Seeing this, everyone burst into laughter. These handwritings were all extremely sloppy. Even the handwriting written by an ordinary scholar would be more beautiful than this.
What makes people laugh endlessly is that these poems either lack neat dialogue or are frivolous in content, and they don’t even have basic rhymes.
Mo Che and the others didn't even open their eyes, but shook their heads slightly, and several pieces of rice paper fell to the ground. All the contestants left the stage with sad faces.
In this regard, the contestants who had already finished their work could not help but revise it again, but their results remained the same, batch after batch, and the figures on the entire jade platform became fewer and fewer.
Crash! His green shirt made a hunting sound, and the burnt incense candles were scattered all over the floor. Inadvertently, the incense candles seemed to have burned down to three-quarters.
At this moment, Xiao Ziyun seemed to have stopped writing, looking helplessly at the incense candle above the void, and then turned to look at Ye Chen, whose eyes were still closed.
With a slight sigh, Xiao Ziyun started to paint without any hesitation. After a few breaths, Xiao Ziyun seemed to give up the pen. A faint smile floated downwards on his face, and his figure also appeared to be free and unrestrained.
The rice paper also floated up, and what surprised everyone was that there was only an unfinished poem on it: "If I become Emperor Wu in another year, I will be rewarded with peach blossoms blooming at the same place!"
In response to this, everyone couldn't help but look at the figure floating down under the jade platform in confusion. Is this poem related to today's theme?
On the other hand, Ye Chen rarely opened his eyes and looked at the handwriting that wasn't scrawled. Then he glanced at Fatty Xiao's figure, and there was an inexplicable smile at the corner of his mouth.
The rice paper fell to the ground, and Ye Chen closed his eyes again, while Fatty Xiao ignored the surprised looks from around him and also closed his eyes...