A scroll was delivered to the banquet center. After a while of discussion among officials from all directions, there was a sudden silence.
Most of the officials have noticed that this is the poem "Zhi Han Returns to the Army", the poem specifically insulting Gu Hai. Now in front of everyone, they want to send this poem to Gu Hai. This is not pointing at Gu Hai. A slap in the face?
After everyone's previous discussion, Gu Hai and his party immediately knew what was written in the scroll.
Li Shenji's eyes lit up, he showed a faint smile, held the wine glass, took a sip, and looked in the direction of Gu Hai.
Long Wanyu also heard the name of Zhihan returning to the army and knew what was in the scroll. It was a scolding for his brother-in-law. No matter how arrogant Long Wanyu was, he also understood that King Xikang had no good intentions.
Long Wanyu's eyes widened and he stood up and kicked the wine table over.
However, Gu Hai suddenly grabbed Long Wanyu's hand and stopped her.
"Brother-in-law, why are you pulling me? This old guy has no good intentions." Long Wanyu shouted immediately.
"Oh, it's okay. Others give gifts, so let's take care of it. I'll also take a look and see what it is written on." Gu Hai said with a smile.
"But..." Long Wanyu was slightly stunned.
Gu Hai smiled and shook his head.
"Okay." Long Wanyu nodded, but still glared at King Xikang.
King Xikang looked at Gu Hai, Zi Wei and Chang Sheng with a smile.
"It was given to us. The three of us only gave us one gift. How do we divide it? It's really annoying." Chang Sheng said with a look of displeasure.
"You are so stingy. You don't even give us enough to eat. I heard just now that you have to share in the banquet with the guests. Now there are three of us and only one gift is given. It's really stingy." Zi Wei also nodded.
Zi Wei and Chang Sheng's muttering was not loud, but at this moment everyone calmed down, holding back their energy, waiting for Gu Hai's color to change after seeing the content, and their voices suddenly reached everyone's ears.
It also spread to the whole city of Dadu.
Countless people also looked embarrassed.
King Xikang's face turned dark. What he gave was the poem in the scroll, not the scroll, but three copies. If it weren't for the live broadcast, King Xikang really wanted to block the mouths of these two people, step on them, and dig them. Picking on your mother.
"Mr. Gu, why don't you open it and take a look?" King Xikang asked with a smile.
"What are you looking at? In this scroll, there are either broken characters or broken paintings. We are going to vomit when we look at them. They are really stingy. How about giving them some food." Changsheng said dissatisfied.
"Yeah, really stingy." Zi Wei nodded.
Obviously, Changsheng and Ziwei don’t know the contents yet.
The right hand of King Xikang placed under the table has been clenched into a fist, and veins are popping out on the fist. Are these two idiots really stupid or pretending to be stupid?
"That's fine. King Xikang wants to show off his gifts, so we can just follow the local customs." Gu Hai said with a slight smile.
What does it mean to give a gift and want to show off? Can you speak? Am I that kind of person? How come this Guhai talks like those two guys and is so annoying.
However, Gu Hai agreed to open the scroll in public, so King Xikang could only look at Gu Hai with a smile, waiting for you to open it and see how this poem makes you step down.
"Come here, get the desk and let King Xikang show off the gift he sent." Gu Hai ordered.
King Xikang smiled stiffly and said nothing.
A group of officials and 200 million people in the capital city saw the anger under King Xikang's stiff smile, and they felt heartbroken. Is this a slap in Gu Hai's face, or a slap in his own face? Why does something look wrong?
The desk was placed in front and the scroll was placed on it.
"I'll open it. What kind of crap is inside that you want to show off like this?" Zi Wei stepped forward.
Changsheng grabbed one end of the scroll, and Ziwei slowly exposed it against the desk.
The scroll was gently opened, and a white light shot up into the sky.
"Buzz."
Like a white meteor, it shoots straight into the sky above the clouds.
"boom."
Suddenly, with the white meteor beam as the center, bursts of violent wind suddenly rolled up all around, like a tornado, surrounding the white meteor beam.
“Boom………….”
In the sky, billowing dark clouds suddenly gathered, slowly rotating around the top of the light pillar, and bursts of thunder rang out. Suddenly, a large amount of rain fell on the rotating giant clouds.
The rain fell and was blown in all directions by the strong wind.
The white light shines everywhere and the momentum is magnificent.
"Haoran Zhengqi, this is the first volume, the first stroke of calligraphy." Changsheng was slightly startled.
"When the pen falls, the wind and rain startle, Haoran is full of righteousness." Zi Wei was also slightly startled.
The breath of a heavy storm spread in all directions. Although a group of cultivators were sitting on the square and could not fall due to the strong wind and heavy rain, the panic aura made the officials watch with fascination. In the capital city, 200 million people The last name was even more excited.
"This is the first volume of the pen, the first stroke of calligraphy. It is the first time that King Xikang wrote and sealed the breath of calligraphy."
"Are those white meteors the Haoran Zhengqi? I have seen the teachings of Wuyue Academy before, and they can also write Haoran Zhengqi, but there are only a few, but this is a shooting star soaring into the sky, so vast and infinite."
"What a book."
"What did you write?"
"Ah, "Zhi Han Returns to the Army"."
"How can a gentleman get rid of the villain? The villain is like grass and survives.
But to encourage people to become naturalized, there is no need to strive for it in a trivial manner."
"Isn't this a scolding of Gu Hai, saying that Gu Hai is a villain? It turns out that King Xikang gave this scroll, hahaha."
"When the pen falls, the wind and rain startle, and the great and upright spirit emerges."
"Good poetry, good poetry."
"King Xikang wrote well about these three villains, just don't give them face."
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Countless people in the city applauded.
In a restaurant.
Fairy Wan'er's face darkened, revealing a hint of anxiety.
In another small courtyard.
Sima Changkong and King Shenwu raised their heads to open the sky, and when they saw the huge sky in the picture, they frowned slightly.
"With the aura of calligraphy, if King Xikang does not specialize in political strategy, he is indeed a rare talent in calligraphy." King Shenwu frowned.
"This poem opens in this place. Guhai and the others have indeed attracted the attention of the whole city for us." Sima Changkong said in a deep voice.
"Mr. Sima, don't you think this poem is good." King Shenwu looked at Sima Changkong.
"It's not bad." Sima Changkong didn't comment much.
"The name of the ancient sea, starting today, will be crushed by this poem." King Shenwu sighed, feeling a little regretful.
Sima Changkong did not speak, but looked at the scene in the sky.
The people in Dadu City shouted and applauded, and some officials from Wuyue Academy also joined in the cheers.
"A good poem. Your Majesty, this poem is hard to find in the world."
"The pen fell in the storm, and Haoran was righteous. These first calligraphy scrolls are all treasures in the world. It's a pity to give such a great gift, hahaha."
"What a Zhihan returning to the army, what a shameless villain."
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Some officials laughed in response, but Mo Yike, Qin Zibai, and their own supporters led by Chang Sheng did not say a word.
King Xikang touched his beard, showing a proud expression, but stared at the three people sharply.
Zi Wei and Chang Sheng are both heaven-level pens, and they still have the ability to appreciate, and their expressions suddenly darkened.
"I wonder if the three of you are satisfied with this poem." King Xikang chuckled.
This poem is obviously scolding oneself, Ziwei, how can Changsheng be applauded? The shouts of everyone around also clearly show ridicule towards the three of them.
Long Wanyu was about to explode.
Gu Hai suddenly chuckled and said: "It's barely fluent, but it's just mediocre."
"Uh." The insulting laughter of the officials around him suddenly stopped.
"Not bad, but mediocre." Ziwei Changsheng shouted immediately.
"Wow."
At this moment, the people in the city were also in an uproar.
The pen fell in the storm, and the awe-inspiring righteousness appeared. This was nothing. This ancient sea was intentional, and that's right. How could a shameless villain understand the essence of King Xikang's calligraphy and the meaning of calligraphy?
During the banquet, on the square, the officials were about to scold him, but King Xikang's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Hahahaha, Mr. Gu can't say it. So, Mr. Gu can definitely write better than this. When the two countries meet today, Mr. Gu might as well write a poem. Let us see what Mr. Gu represents.
How much literary talent does the envoy have?" King Xikang suddenly burst into laughter.
Let Guhai write a poem on behalf of the Daqian Mission.
All the officials immediately looked at King Xikang. As expected, King Xikang had great foresight and asked Gu Hai to write it. Gu Hai would definitely not be able to write it. This would not only insult these three villains, but also suppress Da Gan's arrogance.
The group of officials fell silent, staring at Gu Hai together.
You said it yourself, but it's just mediocre, so why don't you write it.
Li Shenji sat aside and did not interrupt, as if he was waiting for Gu Hai to make a fool of himself.
"Mr. Gu, why don't you dare to write? You can open our eyes by writing a song that's not just mediocre." King Xikang said with a smile.
At this moment, in the capital city.
Fairy Wan'er was anxious for a while, and there were voices from all directions scolding Gu Hai for not knowing what she was capable of.
In the picture, Gu Hai picked up a glass of wine, took a sip and said with a smile: "My calligraphy is mediocre."
"Mr. Gu dare not write." King Xikang said aggressively.
"Ha, but it's not difficult to surpass this poem, right?" Gu Hai said with a smile.
"Oh." King Xikang raised his eyebrows, showing a trace of disbelief.
"Ziwei, Changsheng, you two have been wronged this time. This time, I will send you a song called "Xia Ke Xing" to clear your name." Gu Hai said.
"Xia Ke, go." All the officials around showed a trace of doubt.
"Knight, just these two hidden arrows that hurt people and sneak attacks from behind, hahahaha..." King Xikang said with a disdainful smile.
"As for me, I would like to trouble you to polish it and write it in Ziwei." Gu Hai said in a deep voice.
"Okay." The two of them responded immediately.
Immediately, Bing Ji ordered a desk to be set up again, and Zi Wei Changsheng began grinding, waiting for Gu Hai to dictate.
Everyone looked at Gu Hai and wrote a poem. You are seeking death. Even if you know how to do it, you are still a knight. These two guys are still knights.
No matter how despised everyone is, Gu Hai's dictation has already begun.
"Han Ke is wearing wild flowers and tassels, dry hooks are covered with frost and snow is bright.
The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a shooting star.
Kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace behind for thousands of miles.
When the matter is over, he brushes off his clothes and goes away, hiding his merit and fame.
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Following Gu Hai's dictation, Zi Wei wrote it out one by one.
Ziwei is a heaven-level pen, his writing power is astonishing, and his calligraphy artistic conception has reached the extreme
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As soon as the two five-character poems came out, almost everyone's contemptuous smiles suddenly disappeared.
"It's such a neat, free and easy poem, as if there is an unspeakable unruly spirit in it." Sima Changkong in the capital city said in surprise.
"boom."
As soon as these two sentences came out, a wave of awe-inspiring righteousness, even stronger than "Zhi Han Returns to the Army", soared into the sky, like a bigger meteor, soaring into the sky, lighting up the surrounding world.
King Xikang also changed his expression. How could it be possible that Gu Hai knew how to compose poems?
The expressions of the officials also changed. How could it be possible? Gu Hai wrote a five-character poem. The description of the artistic conception must be worse than the seven-character poem. Why did it come out of the paper with a calligraphy righteousness that surpassed Zhihan Guijun? What a feeling , there is a feeling that makes people look up to it, and the most important thing is that this seems to be the beginning of a poem.
Long poems are more difficult to write than short poems. Zhihan's return to the army is just a short poem with two sentences, but can Gu Hai write more? He won't fail at writing.
Kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace behind for thousands of miles.
When this sentence appeared, the officials present suddenly felt that the hairs on their bodies stood up, and countless goose bumps appeared all over their bodies in an instant.
The heaven-level pen was written down, expressing the artistic conception of this sentence to the extreme. For a moment, everyone seemed to see the shadows of knights, charging in all directions with swords, killing everyone.
The knight rushed towards the face, pointed directly at the heart, killed one person in ten steps, and left no trace behind. The image of the knight in the first two sentences was vividly described.
"Boom, boom, boom."
Suddenly, from the rice paper written by Zi Wei, another stream of awe-inspiring righteousness that was even bigger than before soared into the sky, and another ten meteor-like auras of awe-inspiring righteousness shot straight into the clouds and mist in the sky.
The storm was raging, the righteousness was soaring into the sky, and the sky and the earth were bright. For a moment, the awe-inspiring righteousness formed by Zhihan's returning army next to him seemed to be dimmed countless times.
When the matter is over, he brushes off his clothes and goes away, hiding his merit and fame.
"Boom."
Another twenty meteor-like pillars of awe-inspiring righteousness shot up into the sky.
A burst of dusty air came to my face.
In the capital city.
"call."
Sima Changkong stood up suddenly.
"Kill one person in ten steps, leave no trace for thousands of miles, brush off your clothes when you're done, hide your merits and fame, good poems, good poems, hahahahaha, Mr. Gu's calligraphy is actually so powerful, he has such an aura of being out of the world. "Xia Ke, what a knight." Sima Changkong said excitedly.
The people in the city were stunned at this moment.
"How is it possible? Haoran Zhengqi, that terrifying Haoran Zhengqi, there are dozens of them, more than King Xikang's. How is it possible?"
"Kill a person in ten steps, leave no trace for thousands of miles, throw away your clothes when the matter is over, and hide your merits and fame. Why do I get goosebumps all over my body when I see it? It's so scary and majestic."
"Looking back at Zhihan's return to the army, I feel like I can't stand it anymore."
"Xia Kexing, I mean those two villains. Are those two villains knights?"
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In the city, people who don't know how to calligraphy are already distinguished by the number of people who know how to calligraphy. However, those who know how to calligraphy feel like they are being showered with ice water in summer, and goosebumps appear all over their bodies. , this is a kind of enjoyment that comes from the world.
This is the "Xia Ke Xing" written by the poet Li Bai on the earth when Gu Hai was young. The location has been slightly changed, but the spirit of the poet and immortal naturally comes out of the paper.
As soon as these four sentences came out, Zhihan Guijun's aura was completely suppressed, and the judgment was made.
When Li Bai writes a poem, who can compete with him?
"Still writing, not finished yet, there are more..." the faces of the people in the city changed.
But in the picture, Gu Hai continued to dictate, and Zi Wei continued to write, "Xia Ke Xing" is not just four sentences, there are more after.
PS: Today is Thursday. We will chat on QQ as usual in the evening. I will be there after dinner.