Chapter 178 Can new poems also be on the list?

Author: Qianlin

Chapter 178 Can new poems also be on the list?

"It's really a fight without a single one!"

In Kunming Pond, Qixi Garden, and in the pavilion, more than a dozen barbarians eat meat and drink wine in big mouthfuls. The same ingredients tasted like drying, which was wonderful they had never thought of before. They finally came here, of course they had to eat enough!

They seemed too lazy to yell around because they visited the entire Qixi Garden yesterday, so they ate and drank a lot in the pavilion and spoke nonsense at the same time.

The Confucian scholars passing by were all casting disgusting eyes. When the poetry meeting was disturbed by a group of barbarians, anyone would feel disgusted.

But they could only dare to be angry but not speak out. They still remember the Confucian scholars who were beaten before. In the end, the government not only did not help their own Confucian scholars, but instead punished them severely, which made them dare to provoke these guys.

Today, the first and second positions on the Talent Monument are all written with the name "Barbarian Cui Wuji"!

Cui Wuji wrote another poem today, and then without any suspense, squeezed Wang Huanyu, who was originally ranked second, and slapped him hard in the face of the big Confucian scholar, as if he had completely shattered the spirit of the big Confucian scholar.

"Hahaha, isn't this the guy in the tavern that day?"

Thinking of slapping the face, Huzheng suddenly saw a blue-faced Confucian scholar walking by in front of him.

Zhu Hanyin has been in trouble recently. That day, he was in the tavern. Because he took the first move, he was finally arrested and imprisoned in Jingzhao Mansion. His father spent a lot of money to get him out.

But those ruthless men were so cruel that they didn't take any action. Zhu Hanyin's injuries were not serious, but every punch and palm hit Zhu Hanyin in the face. How did he go out to see someone?

So he didn't come on the first day of the Dakan Poetry Festival, but he had prepared for the Poetry Festival for more than half a year, and had several works he thought were proud of, just to make a big splash at the Poetry Festival, so why would he not come?

But unexpectedly, as soon as I arrived at the Qixi Garden, I saw the barbarians who beat me and were recognized by them.

Zhu Hanyin is not prepared to do anything. He is here to write poetry today. He will leave after writing poetry!

"The crime of beating someone was released so quickly. The big dance is indeed a collapse of etiquette and music, and it is impossible to describe it!"

Hu Zheng said, provocatively blocking Zhu Hanyin's way. Obviously, he was a little itchy again.

"What? Didn't you even say apologize after hitting someone?"

"Is this the great cause of Confucianism and Taoism to flourish and govern the country with etiquette?"

As Huzheng said, a group of barbarians surrounded Zhu Hanyin, but they knew the right way and did not take action. Instead, they were angering Zhu Hanyin and waiting for Zhu Hanyin to take action first so that they could hit people with justification.

"The barbarian has hit people, the barbarian has hit people!"

However, they underestimated the hatred they had attracted among the great Confucian scholars in the past two days. When they surrounded Zhu Hanyin, a Confucian scholar suddenly shouted.

When the others saw that a group of barbarians surrounded a Confucian scholar, what was they going to do?

Bullying the big Confucian scholars in front of so many of them?

The irritable Confucian scholar even had a strong talent and directly activated Confucianism.

【Like an eagle finger claw only grabs flesh, the li Tian feathers fly away】

A figure flew into the barbarian like an eagle. As the eagle claws were waving, they fought with Hu Zheng. They turned out to be a Confucian scholar in Haoran realm, and also a Confucian scholar in close combat in Haoran realm.

Confucianism usually shows unpredictable power by seducing the great energy through talent and induced the power of heaven and earth.

The same is true for melee Confucian scholars. They seduce the Haoranqi to attach themselves through poetry, and then fight like warriors. This kind of melee Confucian scholars is often extremely terrifying in combat. They were the cultivation method specially created by the wise men to deal with barbarians.

【Strange White Rabbit, look around】

Soon, another rabbit-shaped gas rushed into the crowd...

The barbarians are all born warriors, and their combat effectiveness is indeed amazing, but they made the wrong plan today. There were countless Confucian scholars gathered here, and soon, they were submerged in the sea of ​​people and Confucianism.

A quarter of an hour later, only a group of barbarians were left on the ground wailing.

Many of the Confucian scholars also had bruised noses and swollen faces, and they were hit by a lot. In fact, the Confucian scholars just now were the main force, and they were just helping each other. However, after the Confucian scholars fought, they ran away and disappeared, as if they had never been there before.

It is hard to believe that they passed by here by chance. After all, there are few melee Confucian scholars, so they can't be here just right?

But Zhu Hanyin is happy now. Now everyone is the same, so there is nothing shameful about it.

Perhaps because of the same idea as him, the other Confucian scholars who were beaten to the point of bruising and swollen faces no longer hide, but instead wandered around the Qixi Festival Garden with swagger, as if the bruises on their faces were not shame, but medals of merit!

Lin Yuhan watched all this from a distance, but unfortunately she was just cultivating her body and had limited combat power, otherwise she would also want to go in and fight these barbarians.

When she saw these barbarians, she thought of her father, her mother, and countless broken families displaced in that war. If it weren't for these barbarians, she might have lived a carefree life in Ningyuan City.

However, now these barbarians, the barbarians who killed her father, appeared in the capital of the big fight and set foot on this land that his father protected with his life. She hated!

【If I were a bird,

I should also sing with my hoarse throat:

This land hit by the storm,

This river of grief and anger will always surging,

This endless irritating wind blowing,

And the extremely gentle dawn from the forest...

——And I died,

Even the feathers rot in the land.

Why do I often have tears in my eyes?

Because I love this land deeply...]

At the moment of the poem was completed, Lin Yuhan felt as if he had grown a pair of wings, flew into the sky, and roared at the north with an angry voice.

Then the next moment, she really flew up!

Lin Yuhan was both surprised and happy. Flying was a abilities that only sixth-grade Confucian scholars had!

However, while she showed surprise, her wings dissipated and she fell heavily to the ground. After all, she just took advantage of the vision she had just made to go to the sky, and the fuel for flying was the anger in her chest. The anger disappeared and naturally fell to the ground.

At the same time, on the talent monument, names continued to rise, stepping down one name after another, and soon, they arrived in the top twenty!

This naturally attracted everyone's attention and excited the originally lost Confucian scholars.

"Is it the poet of heaven that is here?"

"This momentum is likely to reach the top!"

A Confucian scholar said in surprise, and at the same time, the name has reached the top ten, and the speed has slowed down a little. Only then can everyone see this name clearly - Lin Yuhan, Hongdu!

"Isn't it actually a poet of heaven?"

Everyone exclaimed, then they were overjoyed, watching the name slowly climb upwards.

"Third, third!"

When the name surpassed Wang Huanyu and appeared in the third position, everyone shouted out.

Sure enough, as everyone expected, this name quickly surpassed Cui Wuji, who was in the second position, and continued to rush upwards!

This time, even Cui Wuji, who was sitting on the Cyclone Tower in the middle of the lake, stood up.

Unfortunately, the name stopped after hitting upwards in the second position several times, settled in the second position, and no longer changed.

Only then did you see the talent weight gained by this poem, six liters of Liuhe!

Seeing this result, many people sighed. It was just a little short of being able to squeeze Cui Wuji's name down. Unfortunately, he failed.

Wu Wei, beside Cui Wuji, also stood up and looked up at the talent monument, amazed, "It turns out that there are many talents!"

Others don’t know how much preparations Cui Wuji made for this poetry meeting, but he knew it, but he didn’t expect that he would be almost surpassed by others.

"New Poetry?"

Soon, someone frowned.

The poems written in the Qixi Garden can be perceived by everyone as long as they appear on the Talent Monument, and everyone will soon learn about the content of the poem.

Although new poetry has appeared in Dagan for a while, Confucian scholars here still prefer ancient poetry. When they see this new poetry, they always feel that they can't appreciate it. Many people even think that the ranking of this poem is a bit inflated.

If it weren't for the fact that this poetry meeting was related to the fight with the barbarians, they might have stood up and criticized loudly.

At this moment, Lin Qian brought Yong'an and the eldest princess to the Qixi Festival Garden.

"I didn't expect that there were people who wrote such good modern poetry in a big way!"

Looking at the talent monument, Lin Qian praised her secretly, but she was impressed by the name Lin Yuhan, because on the new list, the girl's name is a regular visitor and she always ranks well. Unexpectedly, she also came to the poetry party for a big time.

"Lin Qian!"

"Which Lin Qian, the poet of Heavenly Dao?"

"That's right, I saw him when he entered Chang'an!"

Soon, someone recognized Lin Qian, and a stone caused a thousand waves, and a group of Confucian scholars surrounded him excitedly.

Lin Yuhan, who just wrote the second poem at this poetry meeting, also cast a curious look. After all, on the new poetry list today, in addition to the founder [Beihai], it is the poet Lin Qian, the Heavenly Way.

She has read Lin Qian's poems, and although she doesn't like them very much, she has to admit his talent.

"Lin Jieyuan, you are finally here!"

The Confucian scholars looked at Lin Qian eagerly, as if they were welcoming their relatives who had been reunited after a long time.

"You must vent our anger. Those barbarians are too bullying!"

"Lin Jieyuan is here, I think Cui Wuji can be arrogant until how long!"

For a moment, the atmosphere in the Qixi Festival Garden rose again, and finally there was a sense of holiday.

The commotion here also attracted the attention of Cui Wuji and others. Wu Wei looked at Huai Jinfeng on the side with his eyes full of fierce light, "Didn't you say that Lin Qian would not be able to come to this poetry meeting?"

Huai Jinfeng immediately sweated like rain. When he learned that Emperor Qianyuan was unwilling to release Lin Qian, he proudly promised Wu Wei. Who knew that Lin Qian appeared in the Qixi Festival Garden in just a few hours.

Soon, after walking across the Magpie Bridge and surrounded by a large number of Confucian scholars, Lin Qian and Yong'an and the other two arrived at the island in the middle of the lake.
Chapter completed!