Thinking like this, he was confident and confident, and he took the lead in writing.
"Clusters of orchids grow in the valley, and berries are everywhere in the forest..."
As the Confucian scholar's brush strokes fell on the rice paper, wisps of bright smoke immediately rose from the rice paper and lingered in the air, creating a magnificent sight.
It is the highest state of writing and imaging - the words are born into the haze!
Immediately afterwards, other heroes of the Great Shang Dynasty also wrote, and for a while, the entire hall was filled with smoke.
A civil servant named Da Shang also looked full of excitement when he saw this scene. This time the two countries clashed, although Da Wenguo had planned for a long time, but Da Shang Dynasty was also well prepared.
"None of these young people here are extremely talented. I would like to see how your country, the Great Wen Kingdom, can overpower our dynasty and establish its status as an authentic literary school!"
Xie Mingyuan, the Minister of Personnel, raised his head slightly, his eyes full of confidence.
On the other side, Ou Yemian, the master of Dawen Kingdom, couldn't help but nodded slightly when he saw this scene. Even if he came to Dashang this time for other reasons, he had to admit that Dashang Dynasty was indeed full of talents, not just ordinary people.
generation.
"Master, the Dawen Kingdom has a profound foundation. We disciples are just trying to attract others. The next step will be to see how your disciples perform!"
Xie Mingyuan suddenly spoke, looking at Ou Yemian in front of him, his eyes full of provocation.
While speaking, he turned his eyes and glanced at the young man from Dawenguo named Liao Boya, with a hint of contempt in his eyes.
In the competition between the two countries, the questions have been announced. A disciple from the Great Shang Dynasty has already written a lot, full of articles jumping on the paper, showing his extraordinary cultivation. On the other hand, from the Great Wen Dynasty, Liao Boya has arrived.
So far, he is still lying on the floor in white, with his eyes closed, motionless, as if he is still deep in thought.
Such a simple topic still requires so much effort and careful thinking. The difference between the two sides has been judged on the spot. With this level, why should the Da Wen Kingdom fight with the Da Shang Dynasty? How can it establish its status as an authentic literary school?
?
——This is simply wishful thinking!
"Haha, Lord Shangshu said, Boya, you don't have to panic, take your time, and don't let down so many teachers present."
Master Dawenguo said, seemingly unconcerned.
At this moment, no one noticed that at the end of the banquet, Chen Zongxi was sitting upright, looking at the young man named Liao Boya, with a hint of worry in his eyes.
Chen Zongxi almost always came to accompany the banquets in the past few days. Even his seat was arranged at the bottom. As the Minister of Household Affairs, his official rank is not very high, but it is not too low either. How can I put it?
It shouldn't be arranged at the end. After all, this was specially arranged by Xie Mingyuan, the Minister of Civil Affairs.
However, Chen Zongxi didn't care. A gentleman is as humble as an orchid and as open-minded as a valley, and cultivating one's moral character is one of them.
During this period, everything was discussed by Xie Mingyuan, Honglu Temple, and the officials of the Ministry of Rites. Chen Zongxi did not participate in it, and Chen Zongxi did not say much. In two days, he cherished his words like gold and spoke as few times as possible.
Too few.
"Brother Chen, what's wrong? Isn't it a good thing that our great Shang Dynasty has so many talents?"
Next to him, a civil servant from Dashi who was sitting with Chen Zongxi noticed Chen Zongxi's expression and immediately spoke.
"It would be great if that were the case."
Chen Zongxi sighed in his heart:
"That young man from Da Wenguo is not simple. I saw that he looked calm, his body was shining, and there was spiritual energy coming out of his seven orifices. It was obvious that he had already drafted the manuscript. He was not meditating, but waiting for others to give them.
We have time to compose poems and lyrics. This competition has not even started yet, and we are afraid that we have already lost half of it - this disciple of Da Wenguo is indeed extremely enlightened, and I am afraid that there is a big gap between the disciples in our palace and him!"
"ah!"
The civil servant next to him was also stunned.
He is also a great scholar of the generation. Although his cultivation is not as good as that of Chen Zongxi, his attainments in literature and Taoism are not shallow. Why can't he understand the information Chen Zongxi said?
Could it be that the young man named Liao Boya has a higher level of cultivation than him and can hide it from his perception?
But with how talented this young man is, how is this possible?
The civil servant was stunned and speechless.
At this moment, Liao Boya, a young man from Dawen Kingdom who had been keeping his eyes closed, seemed to sense something. He suddenly opened his eyes and glanced in the direction of Chen Zongxi, then raised the corners of his mouth and revealed a smile.
"It's almost done, it's time to end."
Liao Boya smiled, leaned forward, grabbed the rolled rice paper on the table, then spread the paper with a swipe, polished the ink, and dipped the pen, all at once.
This sudden movement immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the hall, but Liao Boya was completely unaware of it. After pondering for a moment, he held the fine pen in his right hand and finally wrote his own words on the rice paper in front of him.
Psalms.
"boom!"
The moment the brush touched the rice paper, the earth in the Zhuniao Palace shook, and a dazzling spirit rose up from his brush like thunder and lightning across the sky. This spirit penetrated the roof of the palace, penetrated the void, and reached
Soaring deep into the sky.
Suddenly, there was a thunderous sound in the hall, which completely overwhelmed the other scholars of the Shang Dynasty.
And all this is just the beginning. After Liao Boya put down the pen, dragons roared and tigers roared in the void, and thousands of chapters rose up from his rice paper, rising tens of feet high. Each word of those words
The golden light was as dazzling as the sun and the moon, turning the entire Zhuniao Hall into a blanket of day. The haze that filled the hall was immediately dwarfed and eclipsed by this brilliance.
"Wen Zhuxiaohan! How is this possible!"
The first people to be shocked by this were not the great businessmen, but the great Confucian scholars and masters in the hall. The great businessmen in the hall, who were originally writing vigorously, were all filled with shock and could no longer write.
The difference between Zi Sheng Yanxia and Wen Zhuxiao Han is not just one or two realms. With the other's momentum and cultivation, there is no need to continue to compare.
On the opposite side, the young man named Liao Boya was completely selfless. After he started writing, he was completely unaware of the outside world, but the visions he wrote were far from stopping.
As lines of words appear on the paper——
hold head high!
Just listen to the roar of a dragon in the glorious and majestic energy, and in the blink of an eye, a huge unicorn actually appeared from the back of the paper, leaped up from the rice paper underneath, and rushed out of the Red Bird Hall with just one leap.
The top of the palace, following the spirit that soared into the sky, rushed into the endless sky.
Roar!
At that moment, there was deathly silence. Countless people in the entire capital stopped and looked up at the huge unicorn in the sky. On one of the streets, Chen Shaojun and Xiaowo were walking home together. When the spirit of Zhuniaodian
The moment Chen Shaojun was so angry that he felt a slight tremor all over his body and couldn't help but stop.
"Good, such a strong literary spirit."
On Chen Shaojun's shoulder, Xiaowo also noticed something. He raised his head with a look of amazement on his face. The spirit rising into the sky and its literary spirit were so majestic that even ordinary people could feel it. Looking around, it could even be clearly seen.
I saw gusts of breeze rushing out from the palace in all directions like surging water. Wherever it passed, it was like a spring breeze blowing on my face, feeling comfortable and relaxing all over my body.
This is the charm of beautiful words.
Chen Shaojun said nothing. He also looked up at the energy rushing out of the Zhuniao Palace.
"What a strong literary spirit!"
Chen Shaojun held his head high, his expression solemn.
It is rare that he has not felt such a shocking literary spirit. Although few young people in the capital can achieve it, Chen Shaojun happens to be one of them. What he did in the Luyuan Poetry Society
The poems reached the same state, but the unicorn——
The other party's attainments were even higher than the poems he had written in Deer Park.
When did such a person appear in the capital?
"Is it that Liao Boya?"
Chen Shaojun squinted his eyes slightly, and a thought flashed through his mind. The other party had a mighty literary spirit, but he was full of contention. He looked gentle on the outside, but deep down he was sharp-edged and aloof, with a faint sense of looking down on the heroes.
Chen Shaojun can be sure that the other party is definitely not a disciple of Da Shang. There is no surprise. It is very likely that he is a disciple of the master Da Wenguo mentioned by Wei Zhen.
"Is the competition starting so soon?"
A hint of gloom flashed between Chen Shaojun's brows.
He has been growing up in the capital, and he is very familiar with the situation in the capital. With the talent and ability shown by the other party, I am afraid that not many people in the capital can compare with him.
If it were other times, that would be fine. Chen Shaojun would not worry about it, and would not have much time to interfere in this matter. However, Chen Shaojun knew that his father was also included in this banquet.
No matter how many quarrels and conflicts there were internally in the literary lineage of the Great Shang Dynasty, externally they all prospered and suffered losses. If the people of the Great Wen Kingdom were arrogant among the heroes in the palace and their skills were superior to the heroes, their father would be the host of the banquet.
One of the companions was also a civil servant of the Great Shang Dynasty. I am afraid that his face would be tarnished and his face would be completely lost.
Moreover, what's even more terrible is that although my father is extremely accomplished in literature, there is no way that he will end up in this kind of competition between young people.
"Boy, your opponent this time is extraordinary."
Xiaowo also saw something on his shoulder and turned to look at Chen Shaojun.
"Go back first!"
Chen Shaojun shook his head:
"The palace is not a place where I can intervene, and I was not recruited for this banquet. I can only wait and see what happens."
In this situation, Chen Shaojun is also powerless.
"But that kid is so arrogant."
Xiaowo can feel Chen Shaojun's thoughts:
"But I feel that he should not be your opponent. You are Hongru. That guy only bullies mediocre people in the palace. Then we will find an opportunity to teach him a lesson and let him know what it means to be an outsider.
There are people, and there is a sky outside the sky."
Xiaoshuai had a bullish look on his face, but he was quite confident in Chen Shaojun. This trust even reached the point of blindness at some points.
"not that simple."
Chen Shaojun seemed extremely calm.
"I'm afraid that person is much more powerful than you think. I can feel that he still has some reservations. I'm afraid this is not all of his cultivation."