"Champion Hou, are you going to challenge Mr. Fan?"
"Where does he get his confidence? Mr. Fan is at the peak of his venerable status, and he has mastered three war poems to the level of the true divine words!"
"The Word of the True God is a bit exaggerated, but it is very possible that it contains a trace of the power of law. Moreover, the Hall of Talents is not cast by myself, but with the help of the true text puppet, which is slightly weaker."
"Then wouldn't Shen Zhui be weaker?"
"Hey, this is really asking for embarrassment!"
"It is a good thing to be arrogant, but it is not easy for the generals to defeat the civil servants. Maybe his master Lu Yuanwei still has a glimmer of hope."
"Okay, this is Wu Hou! Wu Hou should have this kind of courage, just be more arrogant!"
"Zhang Wengu is a disciple of the left prime minister, and Shen Zhui turned around and dragged Fan Hongyi into trouble. Even if he loses, it is not a shame."
"..."
Everyone in Guanwen Hall was talking a lot.
Some people felt that Shen Zhui was overestimating his abilities and was asking for trouble. Some generals from the Ministry of War gave Shen Zhui a thumbs up. Putting aside his true ability and hard work, his courage alone was worthy of their praise.
After all, not everyone has the courage to challenge the strong.
"Fan Shaobao, will you agree?" Everyone immediately focused their attention on Fan Hongyi, looking at the prince Shaobao.
Facing Shen Zhui's gaze and everyone's eyes, Fan Hongyi didn't care at all, but his eyes were slightly surprised by Shen Zhui's reaction because this was not what he expected.
In his opinion, if this champion Hou Dan has any intelligence, he should not challenge himself, because no matter who it is, he will not win if he provokes him, and will only become more embarrassed.
Fan Hongyi stood up slowly. He bowed his hands to the great scholar in the hall and the two princes in a very polite manner and said: "Since the champion prince is so elegant, my subordinates will only accompany him to join in the fun and will not be included in the results of this Yuehua Banquet competition."
"It should be so." The fourth prince Ji Dan nodded. The three great scholars, Li Qingzheng, Lin Zhizhong, and Liu Haoran also nodded slightly.
In their opinion, Fan Hongyi's strength is already at the top level of the younger generation. He has won several first places at other banquets. If he comes to the Yuehua Banquet, it would be unfair to the others.
However, this move changed its taste in Shen Zhui's eyes.
"What a man who retreats in order to advance! In this way, it seems that I have brought humiliation on myself, and he, Fan Hongyi, is so upright and upright." Shen Zhui sneered in his heart, and became a little more wary of Fan Shaobao.
As the saying goes, a biting dog never barks. A silent hypocrite like Fan Hongyi is more difficult to deal with than ten enemies on the battlefield.
"In that case, please, Lord Champion." A smile appeared on Zhang Wengu's face, and he stretched out a hand, asking Shen Zhui to go first.
Shen Zhui nodded lightly and walked straight to the Hall of Talents.
The three halls of excellence are divided into poetry, classics and policy theory. Each has its own specialties.
After thinking for a moment, Shen Zhui walked into the poetry hall on the left.
He had heard something about the classics from Yu Ziqi, but if he were to say he was good at it, he might not be as good as the scholars who had studied it for many years.
As for the policy theory, it is also difficult to express it, because he is a prince of Wu and holds a high position. The policy theory is to criticize the current shortcomings of people's livelihood and national policies. As a prince of Wu, if he writes steadily, he will be mediocre. If he is radical, he will be exploited by others. He Of course, I won’t give anyone the chance to criticize myself.
"This piece of Wengu cannot be targeted at me without any reason. It seems to be the instruction of Mr. Fan."
"Does he already know about Zixuan and me?" Shen Zhui thought in his mind. He thought it was very possible. Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to step on him at such a big banquet for no reason.
Just as he was thinking about it, Shen Zhui had already entered the Hall of Talents.
There is plenty of light in the Hall of Talents, and although there are many people, they are all sitting quietly in their seats.
There are many desks, futons, pens, inks, papers and inkstones in the main hall.
There was a faint white light curtain surrounding the seated scholars attending the banquet, covering them so that the contents inside could not be seen clearly.
Shen Zhui found an empty place and sat down. Immediately, a light rose two meters away from him, separating himself from the outside world.
At the same time, a gentle but powerful force of law blocked his cave world, and his spiritual thoughts could not be transmitted.
For the sake of fairness, all the scholars and celebrities participating in the competition have the same specifications of pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and cannot communicate with the creatures in the cave world to prevent others from helping.
After entering this small barrier, Shen Zhui looked at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone in front of the case and fell into deep thought.
As soon as he came in, he knew the rules of this competition.
The Yuehua Banquet Competition only looks at talent and not realm, so when the great Confucians of Guanwen Hall give the order, everyone will enter the "Sacred Wen Realm" with their spiritual thoughts and condense a new "body".
Everyone has the cultural heritage of the Venerable Realm for participants to write poems.
In other words, even if the innate realm enters it, as long as it can be composed into poetry, it can exert its power.
Afterwards, a common enemy will appear in the Holy Word Realm - the Holy Word Beast.
The Holy Wen Beast is powerful and has a defense that reaches the level of a true god. Every half hour, it will emit a sweeping halo that covers all directions and attacks the scholars and celebrities who enter the True Wen world indiscriminately. And every time it is stronger than the last one. powerful.
At the beginning, it was only the power of the Spirit Bridge Realm, but each time it increased by a larger level, after three times, it would reach the power of the True God level. After that, it has maintained this power and released it once every half an hour.
If the Holy Text Beast is killed in the end, the ranking will be based on who caused the damage to the Holy Text Beast. If the Holy Text Beast is not killed, but the spiritual thoughts of the scholars are destroyed, the ranking will be based on the duration of persistence.
"This poetry competition is quite interesting." Shen Zhui smiled slightly.
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Just when Shen Zhui entered the Hall of Talents to figure out the rules, in a group of exquisite and small pavilions in the Moon Flower Banquet, elegant pavilions stood here, towering into the clouds, able to take in the entire Moon Flower Banquet scene.
Compared with the bustle of Guanwen Hall, it is much quieter here.
Wenya Pavilion is the best-located and most luxurious high-rise building in the loft group.
Here are three young women dressed in luxurious clothes, sitting in the small living room. Sitting here are the three most noble princesses of the Zhou Dynasty, Princess Anle, Princess Qinghui, and Princess Anping.
There is a light curtain in the viewing hall. What is printed on it is the lively scenes of the Yuehua Banquet.
"Why hasn't the competition in the Hall of Talents started yet? I'm almost sleepy waiting for it." Princess Qinghui, the youngest, complained in a coquettish voice. "Brother and teacher, really, they can't be faster, sister Zixuan.
,dont you agree?"
Zixuan raised her head from a pile of fruit plates and said vaguely: "Hmm, what did you say just now? Ah, it's quite delicious... you have a try."
"Sister Zixuan, you don't look like a princess!" Princess Qinghui said dissatisfied. "You're like this, I'm afraid even Mr. Fan won't dare to want you..."
Zixuan frowned, and a piece of fruit immediately flew from her hand, and flew accurately into the mouth of the heroine Qinghui Announcement,
"I can't stop your mouth even if you eat! If you dare to talk nonsense again, you will be beaten!"
Princess Qinghui's eyes widened and she felt aggrieved. She quickly looked at Princess Anping in the middle. "Sister Yue, look at her bullying me again..."
"Okay." Princess Anping looked dignified, sat upright, and slowly took a sip of fragrant tea. "You two always quarreled as soon as we met. The quarrels gave me a headache, so I couldn't stop for a while."
"What's wrong with Mr. Fan?" Princess Qinghui said with admiration. "He will definitely inherit the title of King of Wu in the future, and the left prime minister is still his father. Maybe he can continue to be the left prime minister in the future..."
"Humph, if you like Fan Hongyi, then let you marry him." Zixuan glared at Qinghui fiercely. "Fan Hongyi was just shadowed by his ancestors and has never even been on the battlefield. I saw his expression
The hypocrisy is disgusting..."
"Xuan'er." Princess Anping interrupted Zixuan and continued. "Be careful if word gets out."
"It's best to spread the word," Zixuan hummed. "It's best to spread it to the left prime minister's ears and make him give up on this idea."
"You..." Princess Anping was quite helpless. Although she was much older than Zixuan, in terms of status and maternal power, she was not as favored as Zixuan.
"Look at the Guanwen Hall -" At this moment, Princess Qinghui suddenly pointed at the water curtain in the hall and shouted. "The champion actually provoked Young Master Fan."
"What?" Zixuan immediately looked up and took in the entire scene in Guanwen Hall.
"Shameless." Zixuan immediately cursed angrily. How could she not see that Zhang Wengu, Fan Hongyi's man, deliberately fell in front of her sweetheart in public? How could she bear it?
"This champion is overestimating his abilities..." Princess Qinghui sneered twice, and was about to continue saying something when she noticed a cold evil aura coming from her left side. She turned around and faced Zixuan indifferently.
With his eyes wide open, he immediately subconsciously closed his mouth.
A fruit the size of a head keeps enlarging in the eyes...
"Bang~" Princess Qinghui suddenly jumped up in fright and jumped to the side.
Seeing that Princess Anping could not persuade her, she simply closed her eyes and calmed down, pretending not to see it.
"Sit down and don't talk nonsense to me anymore." Zixuan glanced at Princess Qinghui lightly.
"I know, I know..." A trace of anger flashed in Princess Qinghui's eyes, but she did not dare to say any more.
Zixuan glanced at the other party indifferently, and then continued to turn her head to look at the light screen, with a trace of worry in her eyes.
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"Boom~" The doors of the three Halls of Talents closed. The fourth prince Ji Dan and the seventh prince Ji Chen stood up and announced that the competition in the Halls of Talents was about to begin.
The topics prepared by the three great Confucian scholars on the meaning and policy of the classics were also announced.
The meaning of the scriptures was nothing, but the theme of the policy discussion shocked everyone.
Because the content of this theme is exactly the ‘destruction of ancestral ancestry and abandonment of temples’ that caused huge repercussions in the past few years!
Just when the outside world was talking about it.
Within the realm of sacred texts.
On a wide grassland, Shen Zhui's spiritual thoughts appeared out of thin air on the grass.
"Is this the body in the holy text world?" Shen Zhui took a look around and found that the body was filled with majestic power and was composed of many small words. There were pens, inks, paper and inkstones in front of him, which were the same as those in the palace. The defense power is about the beginning level of a Venerable.
"That is to say, based on the body alone, each person can withstand the attack of the holy text beast for at most one and a half hours. If he cannot write a poem after the fourth time, he will be eliminated." Shen Zhui thought to himself.
The holy beast attacks once every half hour. The first time is the peak power of Lingqiao, the second time is the peak power of supernatural power, the third time is the peak power of the Venerable, and the fourth time is the level of a true god.
According to this rule, in the third time, many people may not be able to withstand it, because the physical defense power in this sacred world is only the first level of the Venerable. Anything that has nothing to do with poetry cannot be protected by the Divine Weapon Technique. The only way to use it is to improve your strength through poetry.
"Three souls wander in the sky, seven souls have spiritual springs..." A chanting voice came from beside Shen Zhui. When he turned around, he saw a fair-skinned scholar who was writing the "Fu on Strengthening the Body".
I saw a faint golden light flashing from the tip of the pen, and then the words floated into the body. In Shen Zhui's perception, the white scholar's aura became significantly stronger, and the physical strength reached the peak state of the venerable in an instant.
"What an amazing amplification poem of the Holy Word." Shen Zhui sighed slightly.
Holy words and poems are divided into three categories: attack, defense, and amplification.
And this scholar's poem is undoubtedly an amplified poem. With this sacred poem to protect his body, he can at least survive the third round.
"Swish, swish, swish~" I saw golden light blooming on the grassland not far ahead, and many scholars and celebrities began to write poems to prepare for the sacred beast that was about to appear.
Those who were able to attend the end of the Yuehua Banquet were not slow in their reactions. They all seized the time and refused to let go of the opportunity. After all, if they can stand out, they will be favored by the big guys of Guanwen Palace, and their future is boundless.
"Bang~" The ink ball on the pen tip of a young man in the front left exploded, and the entire holy page was destroyed. He nervously started writing again, but made mistakes one after another. Shen Zhui was keenly aware that this man's literary quality had dropped by 10%. Right and left. This is the consequence of the poetry being unable to be completed and being backfired.
"It seems that Wen Qi needs to be used sparingly." Shen Zhui thought to himself, "But I'm not worried about not being able to succeed."
"Roar~" Just when Shen Zhui was thinking, on the grassland in front, a huge voice gradually turned from faint to thick, and a giant beast that looked like a unicorn and was a hundred feet tall appeared in front of everyone.
The holy beast has arrived!
"What a terrifying aura." Shen Zhui's heart trembled. The aura of the holy beast was like a vast ocean, with an astonishing momentum, almost like a true god!
Fortunately, the holy beast didn't attack randomly, it just stayed in place quietly.
At this time, someone started to move, and streaks of golden light rushed towards the Saint Wen Beast, impacting on the Saint Wen Beast's body.
Groups of soldiers in golden armor lined up and charged with guns, which was the holy word's poem "Broken Array" to attack the enemy. There was a cold current blowing, strong winds blowing, and someone triggered the weather of heaven and earth to attack...
Various chanting sounds could be heard constantly, and Shen Zhui's eyes were opened for a moment.
Half an hour passed quickly.
"Boom~" The huge beast's hoof suddenly stomped, and a huge shock wave came from all directions, rushing towards his body.
Shen Zhui shook slightly and felt his hand shaking, causing the pen tip to almost shift.
"I've written so much, it's almost done." Shen Zhui muttered. "Take one first and see how powerful it is."
Shen Zhui put away his pen, ink, paper and inkstone and immediately approached the holy beast in front of him.