Chapter three hundred and eighty third each exhibition ability
Chapter 383: Show off your talents
If I become Emperor Wu in another year, I will be rewarded with peach blossoms!
At this moment, Fatty Xiao's whole temperament also changed, and a look of confidence appeared inadvertently between his brows.
Although my qualifications are ordinary, I am not willing to be ordinary. In this place where geniuses gather, I will definitely use my sword to carve out a piece of heaven and earth.
Emperor Wu, as the name suggests, is the emperor of martial arts. Xiao Ziyun swore an oath with a poem today, his eyes were closed tightly, and a confident smile appeared on the corner of Xiao Ziyun's mouth.
This confident smile was something Qianchuan Yan had never seen on Xiao Ziyun before. At this moment, Qianchuan Yan seemed to be in a daze, and her eyes were still surrounded by Xiao Ziyun's poem: If I were Emperor Wu in another year, I would be rewarded with peach blossoms.
!The once familiar figure was no longer seen in Xiao Ziyun, and there was no longer the cowardice and inferiority in him. However, these changes in Xiao Ziyun made Qian Chuanyan feel inexplicable panic.
Everything that was once familiar gradually became unfamiliar, and only the memories of the past remained. Qian Chuanyan knew that the relationship between herself and Xiao Ziyun was gradually drifting away, until she became a stranger.
The rice paper fell to the ground, and an inexplicable smile flashed across the corner of Mo Che's mouth, who was sitting in the center. The smile disappeared in an instant, so no one noticed it.
The ground was covered with rice paper. From a distance, the entire jade platform looked like there was a pile of snow. Fatty Xiao's graceful departure also stimulated everyone who was still struggling.
The power of the leader was extremely great. Under the leadership of Fatty Xiao, those who were still struggling also abandoned their pens and left, jumping towards the foot of the jade platform with relaxed faces, and their figures were also chic.
"You have to specialize in the arts, you know you can't do it, but you give up, and you know how to make choices. This freshmen class is pretty good!" Chu Sanjian said with admiration, holding his chin.
"Yes!" Hearing this, Zi Ning responded softly, her beautiful watery eyes motionless, her eyes always staring at the thin figure on the jade platform. Will he continue to create miracles?
Everyone who was still struggling felt inexplicably nervous when they saw this, and they all waved their pens, and their beautiful articles came out, but the result was the same as the previous ones.
In response, these people only sighed sadly, and their bodies also jumped towards the bottom of the jade platform. In an instant, there were only three figures of the contestants left on the entire jade platform, Ye Chen, Feng Yunxiao, and Situ Fang.
The incense ashes were scattered all over the floor. At this moment, Situ Fang suddenly stood up, with a hint of ecstasy emerging from the corner of his mouth.
Holding the pen, without any hesitation, Situ Fang waved the pen with his right hand in a fluid motion. The ink was also thrown out according to a certain trajectory, and when it fell on the paper, it became flying and phoenix-like handwriting.
Situ Fang looked confident, without any pauses along the way, and finished it in one breath. After a few breaths, a complete poem jumped on the paper.
When he stopped writing, the rice paper floated out strangely, suspended in mid-air, and everyone just saw the poem written by Situ Fang.
"The sky is filled with strong winds and thick rain and frost, and the cold light on the back of my neck is as cold as autumn. I hold my sword and smile to the sky. I must remember the kindness of using the sword."
The pen fell from Situ Fang's hand to the ground. At this moment, Situ Fang's eyes were looking at the rice paper motionless.
Only four short verses vividly convey the image of a warrior repaying his kindness. If you want to repay your kindness, why not kill someone for you?
Confucianism advocates benevolence and righteousness, so killing one's master is justice, and killing in Situ Fang's poem is out of repayment of kindness. Killing to repay kindness is worthy of heaven and earth.
The murderous intention faintly revealed in his handwriting is moving, and the actions of the warrior are also admirable! He kills people not for himself, but only to repay his kindness!
At this moment, Mo Che and the others, whose eyes had been closed, rarely opened their eyes, and their eyes were fixed on the rice paper. After a few breaths, a calm voice floated out of Mo Che's mouth: "Not bad!
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Mo Che's voice was as sweet as fairy music in Situ Fang's ears, and a look of relief appeared on Situ Fang's face.
Among the hundreds of contestants, only Situ Fang's poems could open the eyes of Mo Che and the others, and his poems were the only ones that could be commented on by Mo Che and the others. To a certain extent, Situ Fang was also proud of himself.
But Mo Che's comment caused an uproar among everyone. At this moment, Situ Fang is undoubtedly the most promising candidate to win the championship of the Literary Tournament. If Ye Chen and Feng Yunxiao do something better than Situ Fang before the incense candles are burned out,
If there is a better poem, then the champion this time must be Situ Fang. Regarding this, Situ Fang looked at Ye Chen nervously.
As if aware of Situ Fang's gaze, Feng Yunxiao, who had been keeping his eyes closed, stood up in vain and started writing with his eyes still closed.
In an instant, a cold aura burst out from Feng Yunxiao's body, and Feng Yunxiao also opened his eyes, looking at the incense candle that was about to burn out with a slightly confused look.
The rice paper floated strangely from the stone table, floating above Feng Yunxiao's head, and Feng Yunxiao's figure also floated out, wearing a martial robe and making a hunting sound.
Zhenqi was suspended around his body. He flicked his right arm casually, and ink slanted out from the tip of the pen. Immediately, it turned into flying dragon and phoenix writing and appeared on the rice paper. It was a line of poetry: Since ancient times, there have been many battles, and the origin is Shangjia soldiers!
A short and plain poem makes people feel depressed inside, and the sound of killing between two armies seems to ring in their ears.
After a pause, Feng Yunxiao continued to write, and the second line of his poem also emerged: Driving thousands of miles, two people were leveled with one fell swoop.
As soon as this second verse emerged, the murderous aura flowing out of its handwriting was shocking. In a daze, everyone heard a scream of struggle and shouts, and seemed to see thousands of troops fighting in front of their eyes. The battlefield scene was extremely
It was bloody, rivers of blood flowed, people were on their backs, and people couldn't help but be immersed in the scene of those frontier warriors taking back their land without fear of life or death.
As soon as this poem appeared, the artistic conception of the entire poem immediately changed, and a wave of murderous intent burst out of the paper, shocking everyone's souls. Obviously, Fengyun Xiao vividly embodied war and killing in just one short poem.
At this moment, Feng Yunxiao's face remained as calm as before. His right hand holding the pen slowly raised, and a burst of energy shot downwards. The energy hit the inkstone, and his ink splashed out and flew.
in mid-air.
Fengyun Xiaoyun lightly swung his pen with the sputtering ink, and swung it again with ink: "Pressing the sword from the desert, singing songs all over the imperial capital. I send a message to the generals in the world that they must establish a reputation for martial arts."
As soon as these two lines appeared, the whole poem was completed, and the artistic conception of the poem was completely exposed to everyone's eyes, with the murderous spirit flowing in every stroke of the text.
Seeing this, Mo Che and others swayed, their faces rarely showing serious expressions, their eyes fixed on the rice paper motionless.
If anyone here has experienced the imperial war decades ago, they will definitely understand the artistic conception of Fengyunxiao's poem. The poem describes the situation of an enemy country invading and the soldiers risking their lives to protect the country and kill the enemy. To protect the country, they shed their blood and sacrifice their lives.
Head, kill all the enemies in all directions, to protect relatives, kill all the enemy troops, to make achievements, kill all the enemy troops, the whole poem is connected with the spirit of killing under the deliberate intention of Feng Yunxiao.
At the moment when this poem was completed, Situ Fang, who was originally full of expectations, couldn't help but sigh sadly. As soon as this poem came out, he had no chance of winning.
As if responding to Situ Fang's thoughts, Mo Che's plain voice floated out again: "Okay, very good, very good!"
Mo Che's review of Situ Fang's poem was good, but Feng Yunxiao's poem received three praises, which shows that this poem is excellent! Not only that, the faces of the other two old men showed expressions of appreciation.
This poem is not only superior to Situ Fang's poem in terms of style, but also far superior to Situ Fang's poem in terms of artistic conception.
Situ Fang's killing was to repay gratitude, but Feng Yunxiao's killing was to protect the country. Situ Fang's killing was a small righteousness, while Feng Yunxiao's killing was a righteousness.
At this moment, Chu Sanjian was immersed in that artistic conception. The picture of leading the Jade Emperor Academy to attack the enemy camp and kill the enemy commander appeared in front of his eyes. Those dust-laden memories came out again like a tide. After a long time, Chu
Sanjian just sighed quietly, and at the same time he also noticed that Zi Ning was looking at him with a resentful face. He knew that Zi Ning thought of Duan who died in the war again.
As soon as this poem came out, the whole audience was moved. After a few breaths, everyone turned their attention to Ye Chen. Now that the incense candle is about to burn out, what can he do?
The cold wind stirred up clouds of dust, leaving only a stub remaining on the incense candle, as if a gust of cold wind could extinguish it.
For a moment, everyone in the audience looked at Ye Chen with different emotions. Zi Ning and Ran Qian both looked at Ye Chen eagerly. Could it be that he gave up?
If he took action at this time, he might not even have a chance. However, Ye Chen still didn't get up. Regarding this, Zi Ning couldn't help but sigh sadly and murmured softly: "Maybe I positioned him too high!"
However, before his voice fell, Ye Chen's eyes slowly opened and his body stood up...