As Chen Shaojun was writing, the entire capital became quiet without even realizing it.
Not only in the imperial palace, but also in the Confucian Temple, the Holy Temple and the teahouses in the capital, countless Confucian masters looked in the direction of Luyuan, also showing concern.
Wen Zhuxiaohan!
This is a rare prosperous age in literature, and every time this kind of vision occurs, it means a masterpiece passed down from generation to generation.
Holy temple.
In front of the huge statue of Saint Kong, a figure stood with hands behind his hands, looking up into the void.
"Is it Lu Yuan? Our literary lineage has finally produced another decent disciple."
The man nodded slightly, with a smile on his lips.
His literary spirit is vast, countless times more powerful than that of the great Confucian masters. Only the legendary Confucian leader can possess such literary spirit.
At the same time, a group of great scholars in Yuehe Tower were also watching the soaring literary spirit in the sky.
"Wen Zhuxiaohan, what a good appearance! This year's Snow Appreciation Conference is a remarkable person."
In front of the railing on the second floor, a scholar in green clothes with sharp eyes looked into the void and was filled with admiration:
"Brother Wu, if I remember correctly, doesn't your disciple Xie Chuan happen to be in Luyuan? He couldn't be the author of such an article."
"Yes, yes! The phrase 'smoke locks the willows in the pond' last time is absolutely true. With the talent of that kid Xie Chuan, maybe he really caused the vision in the sky."
"Nawen Zhuxiaohan's literary spirit is of the highest quality. There is no surprise in this snow appreciation competition. He is the first place."
All around, famous scholars were complimenting him one after another.
The poem "Yan Locks the Pond Willow" by Xie Chuan of the Zizhang School has long been spread. It is known to everyone among the great Confucian masters. Even now, no one can replicate it. This is known to everyone.
In the back, Wu Ruhai, the grand master of Zizhang School, gently stroked his beard with a smile on his face:
"Everyone is so impressed. That child was just an accidental discovery."
Even so, Wu Ruhai's expression revealed a trace of deep appreciation and satisfaction.
If a disciple is like this, what else can he ask for? Isn't this the most proud thing for a teacher?
"Maybe it's really that kid."
In the dark, an idea flashed through Wu Ruhai's mind. Although he was not sure, Wu Ruhai believed in his heart that it was entirely possible for Xie Chuan to write a poem of this kind.
"You go out to find out the news and see how your senior brother Xie Chuan is doing in Luyuan. If there is any news, report immediately."
Wu Ruhai opened his mouth and said.
"is teacher!"
A student of Zizhang School flew away immediately.
In the palace, it is difficult for ordinary people to approach, but it is different today. The Winter Sacrifice Hall and the palace are open to the public, and all poems will be conveyed as quickly as possible.
In fact, they were not the only ones. Countless aristocratic families outside the palace had noticed the rising aura of civility in the sky above the palace, and they were all silently waiting for the news from the palace.
"It's really amazing that he had such momentum at the beginning, but he was just too high-spirited. I don't know if he can maintain this momentum later on. If he can do it, it will be a true masterpiece that will be handed down from generation to generation."
The head of a wealthy family stared at the palace road.
…
At this moment, in the deer park, Chen Shaojun's poem was coming to an end. Everyone held their breath, fearing to disturb him, and silently waited for his final exit.
Chen Shaojun held the pen in his hand and was silent, as if he was thinking. This simple action immediately made everyone's hearts hang. The entire Luyuan could hear a pin drop. However, just for a moment, the brush in Chen Shaojun's hand went crazy.
Hui quickly wrote the last two sentences:
"Different peaches and plums are mixed with fragrant dust, and they scatter to make the universe clear for thousands of years."
After writing the last clear character, the thick ink and colorful colors complemented each other. In an instant, boom, a more vast literary spirit rose into the sky. The literary spirit was so vast that the dark clouds in the sky were blasted open, revealing a clear void.
For a moment, even the flying snow in the sky stopped for a moment.
Not only that, the statues of Saint Confucius in the Confucian Temple, the Three Provinces Temple, the Wen Palace, and the capital all shook, and each of them erupted with a literary energy, which seemed to echo the vision in the void.
"Wen Jingsheng Confucius!"
"Who is that person? He actually made such an article!"
In the Confucian Temple, a master looked in the direction of the palace and was shocked.
Wen Shu revived. He originally came to visit Wen Shu like everyone else, but this sudden change had already attracted his attention. Although Wen Zhuxiao Han was amazing, there were still some masters who could do it, but Wen Zhuxiao Han was shocked by Kong Sheng.
, even at the Grandmaster level, it may be difficult to do so.
"No, I must know who created such a powerful poem!"
The grandmaster's figure flashed, and he immediately turned into a stream of literary energy and soared into the sky, disappearing from the Confucian Temple.
…
"A good poem is a good poem, and a good poem will make the world clear for thousands of years."
By the time Chen Shaojun finished writing the last word, all the scholars in Luyuan were stunned.
Chen Shaojun wrote that snow is whiter than plum blossoms and plum blossoms are more fragrant than snow. The two sides are different, but immediately after that, he changed the direction of his pen and immediately expressed that the two have reached the same destination by different paths.
"Different peaches and plums are mixed with fragrant dust", which means that no matter snow or plum blossoms, both are noble and proud, not ordinary things, and the last sentence "the world is scattered for thousands of years" greatly enhances the artistic conception of the entire poem.
Sheng, there is a saying that although a person dies, his name remains. The plum blossoms will wither, the flying snow will melt, and when spring comes and winter goes, both will disappear. However, the coldness of the snow and the nobility of the plums can be passed down forever for thousands of years.
Just like the saints of literature and Taoism, although the body dies, the spirit is immortal.
This poem by Chen Shaojun is remote and reasonable, accompanied by the essence of all saints. Its quality and momentum are definitely not comparable to those of everyone present.
"Such poetry..., I am really convinced. People say that the talents of Ziju school are withering, but such a bold and talented person is really amazing and beyond our reach!"
"What a great Ziju school, what a great Chen Shaojun! At least these are the signs of a master!"
In the deer park, everyone was shocked. Flowers rained down from the trees and were floating in the deer park. However, everyone was unaware and was completely shocked by Chen Shaojun.
At the Snow Appreciation Conference, everyone tried their best and wrote sacred articles, but in front of Chen Shaojun, all the poems were overshadowed.
At this moment, time seemed to have stopped.
"call!"
Without any warning, a breeze blew by, and suddenly, the rain of flowers falling all over the sky turned into a whirlpool, like a surging river, passing through the white jade tables, passing through the plum forest, and heading towards the Queen Mother on the high platform.
Wherever he passed, countless petals from the plum blossom trees flew out automatically, like birds flying into the forest, making the sea of flowers even stronger.
However, just for a moment, the sea of flowers in the sky dispersed, and a beautiful figure wearing colorful ribbons, with ice muscles and jade bones, and naked feet, slowly fell from the sky like a fairy.
"See the Queen Mother."
A clear and sweet voice suddenly sounded in the deer park. As soon as the fairy-like figure appeared, she immediately bowed to the Empress Dowager of Dashang on the high platform.
"Who is it? Escort!"
Seeing someone suddenly intruding, the nearby Jin Wuwei looked stern and rushed forward immediately.
"Don't panic, everyone retreat."
Unexpectedly, the Empress Dowager Dashang waved her hand and drove away the surrounding Jinwu guards.
Her expression was calm and she didn't seem to be panicking. Instead, she was staring curiously at the otherworldly, fairy-like figure in the air, as if she knew something.
"Are you Mei III?"
The Empress Dowager of Dashang took two steps forward and spoke.
"The Empress Dowager's insight is that the Nu family benefited from Emperor Taizu's golden words, and Mei III was born out of chaos. Although Taizu joked about it while drinking, the Nu family feels it in their hearts."
Mei Sanshi said.
"I never expected that she was really the Plum Blossom Goddess. When I was young, I sneaked out of the palace to play. I happened to meet you in your shrine and saw your portrait on the wall. I didn't expect that you would be able to transform once you became enlightened.
It’s really gratifying.”
The Queen Mother said happily.
"Ah? Plum Blossom Goddess!"
There were exclamations all around.
Everyone noticed that this woman appeared strangely, but no one thought that she turned out to be a god or the goddess of plum blossoms.
"This is also the good fortune of the Nu family. In addition to meeting the Dashang royal family and thanking him for the gift of his name, the main reason for the Nu family's appearance this time is to thank the young master."
The plum blossom goddess in mid-air said, suddenly turned around and looked at Chen Shaojun opposite.
These words attracted everyone's attention to Chen Shaojun.
The Plum Blossom Goddess actually came for him, and all the scholars were already so surprised that they were beyond words.
"I?"
Chen Shaojun pointed at himself and was quite surprised. He didn't understand what the relationship between the plum blossom god and himself was.
"Today in the Winter Sacrifice Hall, I would like to thank you for your kindness and writing a poem, so that the slave family can draw some luck from the winter sacrifice in this world, wake up from the chaos, successfully transform, and shape the body of a god."
The Plum Blossom Goddess said and bowed to Chen Shaojun.
When the gods paid homage, it was no small matter. Boom, Chen Shaojun immediately felt an invisible force blasting into his body. In the dark, Chen Shaojun's body became strong, his strength increased, and even his literary spirit also increased a lot.
"boom!"
In an instant, I saw a stream of literary energy rising into the sky from Chen Shaojun's head, one foot, two feet, three feet... eight feet, nine feet!
Nine battles of literary spirit!
The realm of master!
However, Chen Shaojun's literary talent continued to grow, and he did not stop until he reached the peak of the Nine Dou and was close to the Ten Dou.
Seeing this scene, people all around were exclaiming. After reaching a certain level of literary skills, it becomes extremely difficult to improve. For ordinary people, it is even more difficult to reach seven fights. It is even more difficult to increase half a fight. Chen Shaojun only participated in one.
The snow-appreciation event increased the literary spirit by two measures. In this aspect alone, Chen Shaojun surpassed many masters.
But thinking about it, everyone was relieved that Chen Shaojun wrote this poem by Wen Zhuxiaohan. It is completely normal to be able to write such poetry and articles, have such talent, and have such performance.
Chen Shaojun was also surprised. The poem he wrote can indeed be regarded as elevating the plum blossom to a certain extent, but it is very common in poetry writing. He just did not expect to achieve this plum blossom goddess, and this plum blossom goddess bowed in the void.
, and in the end, he achieved his own success in turn. It was really a drink and a peck, because of the effect, and the effect was the cause!