Chapter 574 Defeat the Holy Beast! (Please subscribe for more updates!)
Zhang Wengu never expected that Shen Zhui could compose a poem of the true divine words!
Not long ago, he was still laughing at Shen Zhui. He didn't even attend the Thirty-Third Heavenly Banquet, thinking that Shen Zhui just made a few random songs to deal with it.
Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, Shen Zhui actually came up with a poem of the true divine words!
At this moment, Zhang Wengu only felt that his face was hot, as if he had been slapped hundreds of times with the palm of his hand. Especially when someone's eyes glanced over, this feeling became even stronger, which made him feel ashamed.
"What a great song "Ode to Generals"..." Xu Qingzhi's pupils shrank and he couldn't help but smile bitterly. Compared with Shen Zhui's "Ode to Generals", his "Snow in the Night" was far inferior. Moreover, Shen Zhui was the Marquis of Wu and composed This poem about the military camp and frontier fortress is more respected than the poem about spring flowers and autumn moon by literati like them.
"Champion Hou Dacai, I am willing to bow down to you!" Xu Qingzhi shook his head and bowed to Shen Zhui.
"Champion Hou Dacai!" Seeing Xu Qingzhi hand over his hand, the others followed suit. Because every poem written by the Holy God is worthy of respect, let alone a Wuhou like Shen Zhui who has made contributions to the country!
Not only in the world of Zhenwen, when the first poem of the Holy Word appeared, the Guanwen Hall also exploded.
"Good! What a great song "Ode to Generals"!" Kong Yangzhou clenched his fists excitedly, unable to control himself.
Not only him, but also all the civil and military ministers and dignitaries present could feel the artistic conception of this holy divine poem, especially those who had military experience, it was even stronger!
Liu Haoran, who was next to the Seventh Prince Ji Chen, also expressed great appreciation and said: "The general is good at fighting, his skills are extraordinary, and the power of his divine arrows is unstoppable. I never thought that Wen Xinhou's disciples are better than others."
"It has just reached the threshold of the Holy God's oracle poetry. This kind of talent is really astonishing." Li Qingzheng also praised without hesitation.
Among them, Lin Zhizhong was still serious and resolute, but he nodded slightly when he heard the words.
When the civil and military ministers and officials below saw the three great scholars praising them, they were naturally in a flood of flattery and sent complimentary words one after another.
The Seventh Prince Ji Chen laughed, immediately picked up the wine glass and said: "Teacher, gentlemen, please drink to "General Fu"!"
"Drink to win!" All the civil servants and military generals raised their glasses one after another.
The fourth prince Ji Dan was upset that his younger brother had taken the lead in doing this, but he still quickly raised his glass.
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The news reached Wenya Pavilion.
Princess Qinghui looked at the light curtain in stunned silence. It was unbelievable that the champion who had been scorned by her before actually composed a poem of the true divine words!
"This Shen Zhui is really, really..." Princess Qinghui was also shocked. As a royal princess, her taste skills are naturally indispensable. What's more, in front of the true divine words and poems, any derogatory words will appear extremely incomparable. Weak. It's just that she subconsciously didn't want to admit that Mr. Fan, whom she admired, actually lost to Shen Zhui.
"Sister, let me tell you, the champion is not necessarily worse than that Fan Hongyi, look!" Ji Zixuan even forgot to eat the fruit in her hand, excitedly shaking Princess Anping's arm, as if she did it herself.
"Okay, okay, I see. Your arms are almost broken by your shaking." Princess Anping said helplessly. But even though she had sat in the palace and watched the banquet for so many years, she had to admit that Shen Zhui was indeed a genius. He has no shortage of martial arts and fighting skills, and also has such talent in the way of the Holy Word. It is indeed rare to see him.
Seeing Ji Zixuan's excited expression, Princess Anping suddenly thought, "Could it be that Xuan'er is attracted to this champion?"
"Humph, why are you so happy? Fan Shaobao can also do the poems of the True God!" Princess Qinghui muttered. "Look, he has also started to take action."
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Fan Hongyi's action once again attracted the attention of everyone in Guanwen Hall.
The scene of Zhang Wengu's provocation in front of the palace has not been forgotten by everyone. As a strong man who has lived for a long time, Zhang Wengu's little thoughts cannot be hidden from everyone's eyes. And he is the left prime minister's disciple. It is difficult to say that he acted suddenly without Fan Hongyi's instructions. Otherwise, why did Fan Shaobao, who had not participated in the banquet for a long time, come to the Yuehua Banquet alone?
"With the champion Hou Zhuyu in front, Fan Shaobao can remain unmoved. His intelligence is truly remarkable." Someone immediately started to praise him.
"Although Champion Hou's "General's Fu" is strong, it can barely reach the level of a true god, and Fan Shaobao is probably stronger than him."
"Look, it's started."
As soon as Fan Hongyi moved, he immediately attracted the attention of many scholars.
As a famous young talent, the prince Shaobao, a talented scholar in the academy, and the direct grandson of King Wu, Fan Hongyi's literary reputation over the years cannot be easily shaken by a poem of the true divine word. At least, some people are firm. I believe that Fan Hongyi will not necessarily lose this Yuehua Banquet competition.
Sure enough, when the Holy Page scroll in Fan Hongyi's hand rose into the air, the golden light flowing on it also made the heaven and earth change color.
And in terms of momentum, it was even stronger than before Shen Zhui.
Gold characters stand in the sky, and the same three characters emerge - "Prosperity in the World"
The high buildings in the deep palaces are in the Purple Qing Dynasty, and the gold embroidered couplets are made of dragons and plates.
The beautiful woman is enjoying the daylight at the window, and the strings are playing the zither in sign language.
Because the Tianchi Lake was flooded with water, the buildings and boats were rippled by the waves.
Three thousand pairs of moths sang and laughed, and the palace was overwhelmed by bells and drums.
Wan surnames gather together to dance and sing for peace. I am at peace with myself and others.
I wish you long life in Nanshan, and your Majesty will be remembered forever.
The poem comes out, the light shines brightly, and the origin of heaven and earth condenses in front of the holy text beast.
There were endless pavilions and pavilions in the palace, and soon they occupied most of the grassland. There were noble ladies and immortals, and thousands of people emerged, and a scene of singing and dancing in peace was outlined.
This scene directly dilutes the primeval forest in Shen Zhui's "General's Endowment", with only the golden-armored general still standing proudly in front of the sacred beast.
The scene of the prosperous age continued to spread, and a palace surrounded by purple energy gradually appeared.
Dragons and jade pillars stand in the sky outside the palace. There are melodious and majestic bells and drums. Hundreds of officials chant holy scriptures. A vague shadow of the emperor lives in front of the palace gate, exuding little golden light.
On the 32nd level, Zi Qingtian appears!
"Boom~" When the golden light and purple energy suddenly appeared, and the outline of the emperor who was worshiped by all the people appeared, the holy beast actually let out a whimper, and was crushed to death with its two forelimbs broken, and it knelt down.
The Holy Word of God reappears!
"Sheng Shixing! That is His Majesty's figure!"
"In the glorious and prosperous age, all the people are happy together. Praising the emperor is also praising the civil and military officials and thousands of people."
"Eight hundred years after the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty, he conquered nine states and expanded to the outer world. These achievements are even greater than those of Emperor Xia!"
"Another poem written by the Holy God, Mr. Fan is truly amazing!"
All the scholars and celebrities were so excited that they couldn't help themselves. It was a great honor to witness the birth of two sacred poems in one day. It was enough to brag about for a lifetime after going out.
"Sheng Shixing..." Xu Qingzhi looked at the majestic silhouette of the emperor, his face suddenly flushed, and a feeling of reverence rose in his heart, but at the same time there was a secret sigh in his heart. "I am not as good as the champion, and I am not as good as Shaobao.
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"Fan Shaobao is a great talent!"
"These two poems of the true divine words, one praises the general, the other praises the king, their power and artistic conception are even greater!"
"The more golden inscriptions the better, but it is really rare for such a long inscription to reach the level of a true god."
"Young Master Fan deserves to be from a noble family, a descendant of a king and prime minister. He has a profound background that we can hardly match."
Everyone was amazed, and some even bowed their hands to the phantom of the great emperor, being brought into it by that artistic conception.
However, compared with the unanimous praise from the Zhenwen community, a subtle scene appeared in the Guanwen Hall of the outside world.
The reason mainly comes from three great Confucians.
The great scholar Liu Haoran still praised Fan Hongyi for living up to his reputation, and commented that this poem "A Journey to the Prosperous Age" is flowing and smooth, and it eloquently describes the prosperous times of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Moreover, the birthday banquet of the emperor is about to be held, so this poem to express his birthday is extremely suitable for the occasion.
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The great scholar Li Qingzheng did not say anything. Liu Haoran commented in front of him and he just nodded. Retired great scholars like them would not deliberately praise a junior.
Just when everyone thought that Lin Zhizhong couldn't speak again and was about to continue to express his emotions along with Liu Haoran's words, they didn't expect that Lin Zhizhong, the great scholar in the chief position, suddenly spoke.
"The vision of a prosperous age is more than gorgeous, but it seems to be tricky." Lin Zhizhong's cold voice sounded.
Liu Haoran frowned slightly, but Li Qingzheng still nodded, not sure whether he agreed with Liu Haoran or Lin Zhizhong.
However, the three great scholars could only comment once, so no one said anything.
After others carefully read it, they immediately understood what Lin Zhizhong said was Fan Hongyi's trick. This kind of poem that eulogizes virtues, and also praises the current emperor, although it is just a vision of a prosperous age, there is also a flattering meaning in it.
, it lacks some of the character of a literati.
However, the great scholar dares to say this, but it is hard for others to name him. After all, this great scholar dares to kill even the prince. Things that have contradicted the emperor have happened, but for so many years, this great scholar is the only one who has not done anything at all.
There are not many other people whose heads can be knocked off.
Standing on the grassland, Shen Zhui looked at the power of Fan Hongyi's song "Prosperous World" and nodded immediately. As the prince Shaobao, Fan Hongyi still had some skills. He was able to compose a true divine poem, although it was surprising. , which is quite expected.
However, Shen Zhui was destined to make the prince Shaobao miscalculate today.
"Wang Shixin." Shen Zhui said.
"Students are here." Wang Shixin said respectfully subconsciously.
"I wonder if you still have the strength?" Shen asked.
Wang Shixin, who was aware of what he was talking about, suddenly said excitedly: "Yes!"
"Then please help me inject literary style into the second sacred poem." Shen Zhui said with a smile.
"Yes." Wang Shixin excitedly picked up the second holy page scroll from the grassland.
"What else does he want to do?!" Everyone noticed Shen Zhui's movements and immediately looked over.
Fan Hongyi's holy word poem is already at the level of a true god, and it exceeds the threshold. Shen Zhui is indeed amazing, but does he have a second true god poem?
"Champion, can you still beat Mr. Fan?" Someone shouted from the crowd.
"The Holy Beast is not dead, and I will never give up easily until the last moment!" Shen Zhui said with a heroic smile. "Wang Shixin, let's start!"
The second scroll flew up, and although it had the same three words, this time the golden light was slightly dimmer than the previous song "Ode to the General", and even less so than "The Journey of the Prosperous World".
"Enter Kyoto"
The general held the Wu hook with only one hand, and his spirit was higher than that of a hundred-foot tower.
Who has made history in the past ten thousand years? Looking for a feudal prince from eight thousand miles away.
After the poem was completed, a vision emerged. A shadowy figure wearing black armor and holding a magical weapon appeared beside the golden-armored general, standing side by side.
Although majestic, high-spirited, and full of ambition, it is slightly inferior to the power of the golden-armored general. It is only a sacred poem at the level of the Venerable, but it has also reached the power of the peak level of the Venerable.
"Why does this black-armored general look so familiar?" Outside the Guanwen Hall, Kong Yangzhou looked at him with a strange expression. "Brother Shen, isn't this talking about himself..."
"Well, you are worthy of being a champion. He is full of pride and high-spirited. He should be a role model for our generation of soldiers!" a general said excitedly.
"But it's a pity that it's just a sacred poem of the Venerable level." Lan Hai, the loyal lord, sighed slightly. However, the two poems related to soldiers made many generals who participated in the banquet sigh with emotion, and they suddenly felt bad for the champion housheng. Less favorable.
"In any case, in my heart, the champion prince has already defeated that prince Shaobao." A general said.
"Yes, this is pride. What is a prosperous age? How can there be a prosperous age without soldiers who fight endlessly!"
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Zhang Wengu breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Shen Zhui had just produced another venerable holy word poem. He was afraid that if Shen Zhui wrote another holy word poem, he would be very embarrassed this time.
Fan Hongyi was still arrogant in his bones, but when he looked at the second sage-level poem, his eyes finally had a hint of unexplainable meaning.
If this wasn't help from an expert, then Shen Zhui would be a bit scary.
Although he is still better than him, Fan Hongyi has to admit that this champion is not a lucky man.
Shen Zhui was not disappointed when he saw that there were only Venerable-level sacred poems. He still had two poems left.
Wang Shixin's literary energy was exhausted and it was not suitable to move anymore. Shen Zhui was planning to get the remaining two poems by himself, but Xu Qingzhi who was standing aside suddenly said: "The champion, I wonder if I will be lucky enough to share the worries of the champion."
Shen Zhui was slightly startled, but then smiled and nodded. "Okay."
Xu Qingzhi took a deep breath and straightened his clothes very solemnly.
Then he picked up the third poem.
The holy page scroll took off, and the golden characters turned into two characters and emerged in the void - "Capture the King"!
The bow should be drawn with a strong draw, and the arrow should be drawn with a long one.
To shoot a man, shoot a horse first; to capture a thief, capture the king first.
After the sound of rules was recited, the sound echoed throughout the Zhenwen world. But this time after the golden characters appeared, there was no abnormality. The golden characters were solid and motionless in mid-air.
Everyone was puzzled, because this poem obviously had the power of at least the peak of the Venerable, but it did not manifest any vision.
Did it fail?
"No, this, this is an amplified sacred poem!" Xu Qingzhi's pupils shrank and he lost his voice.
"What?" Wang Shixin's expression changed and he looked at the sky in disbelief.
Even Fan Hongyi turned his head at this moment and stared at the golden characters in the void.
Just when everyone was appreciating the meaning of the amplified poem.
"Wow~" There were twenty words in the poem "Capturing the King", all of which turned into a golden torrent and poured into the hands of the two general figures, one black and one gold, in front of the holy beast.
A faint white light emitted from the palms of the long bows. The black-armored general changed first, from the aura of the peak of the venerable to the level of a true god!
"Oh my god, it turned out to be an amplified holy word poem, and the two-hand holy word poems perfectly matched each other, producing such a huge amplifying effect!"
"What a capture of the king! It captures the essence of the battle between the two armies!"
"The Venerable-level amplification poem is not so terrifying, but these two poems are consistent... hiss~ Did the champion predict it early on?"
Everyone was deafened by the sound of the rules, and seemed to have figured out Shen Zhui's intention. Fan Hongyi's face turned pale, because the Zi Qingtian that he had previously stood between the golden armored general and the sacred beast seemed to have difficulty blocking Jin. The actions of General A and General Black.
With the increased power, arrows appeared again in the hands of the golden-armored general, and they were placed on the long bow.
Wu Ge projected out and fired three arrows in succession!
Everyone looked at this scene in great surprise.
Zi Qingtian, who was originally transformed by Sheng Shixing, squeezed aside the two generals. Across the distance of Zi Qing Tian, which was thousands of miles away, three arrows and a Wu Ge passed through the entire Zi Qing Tian and directly hit the Saint. On the beast!
"Bang!" There were clearly three arrows and a Wu hook, but only a loud noise was heard.
All attacks hit the sacred beast's eyebrows accurately.
The holy text beast that was half kneeling on the ground made a clear sound, exploded, turned into a golden light, shattered, and slowly disappeared between heaven and earth.
The holy beast was completely defeated!
At this time, the Holy Wen Beast did not even launch its third round of attacks.
Silence, deathly silence in the entire Zhenwen world.
Fan Hongyi's face turned pale. He never expected that his Zi Qingtian would be penetrated, and the remaining power would scatter the Holy Text Beast.
"This is impossible!" Fan Hongyi felt that his pride seemed to be broken as Zi Qingtian penetrated...
Not only those in the Zhenwen world, but also Guanwen Hall and the entire Yue Huatian who were paying attention to this feast were completely shocked.
They had never thought that the Saint Beast, which had the defensive power of a true god, could be defeated so quickly. A guy who he had never paid attention to actually defeated him in the direction he was best at!
Fan Hongyi felt his throat was slightly sweet, his blood was surging, his face turned from white to red, and he squeezed the palms of his sleeves together tightly, and then he suppressed the raging fire in his heart.
"How is this possible!" Princess Qinghui screamed as she looked at the sacred beast exploding on the light screen. "It must be fake, it must be fake!"
"He really defeated the sacred beast!" Princess Anping also burst out with excitement in her eyes, staring at Shen Zhui's figure. "What an amplification poem, a perfect combination! I'm afraid Shen Zhui's performance has been unparalleled in recent times. For ten years, no one has been able to outshine him!"
"This Holy Wen Beast, the third round is too much, and it dispersed within an hour?" In the Guanwen Hall, Ji Chen and Ji Dan were stunned.
As princes, they have all participated in this kind of competition, but they have never seen it so fast!
After a moment of silence, the entire hall burst into excitement!
Guess what the fourth song is, the mountain owner thinks no one can guess it right.