Outside the pilgrimage building, the people of Daxia Dynasty have been waiting for a long time.
Long You from the academy had already sent three poems in when he was a gentleman, but now that Mao hour was approaching and the sky was slightly bright, there was still no news coming from inside.
The crowd, which had already died down, showed signs of restlessness again.
Qin Huai, the right minister of the Ministry of War, while dispatching troops to guard, asked people to contact Long Youjun as soon as possible. What is going on in the pilgrimage building? Master Sword Master, haven't you woken up yet?
A sealed newspaper was sent into the building by the academy boy, but the response he got was always, wait a minute!
Towards the corner of North Long Street, more than forty officials of the Hanlin Academy, headed by Wang Zhihuan, gathered together and were closely observing the movements of the Pilgrimage Building.
Once the final three poems were rejected by the Sword Master, they would immediately hand over the red piece of paper from Taoyuan County.
That would be the last hope to reverse the situation.
In fact, Long You has always stood by the sword master.
He knew that the sword master did not pay attention to the three poems that he had selected from thousands of people. The sword mark between the academy's seal and His Majesty's title was proof.
But he did not convey the news to His Majesty immediately, but was waiting for the sword master to change his mind.
"If you are unwilling to let go of this sword, His Majesty will never let you leave easily."
Long You put his hands in his sleeves and looked at the sword master in white who was drinking alone in front of the desk and said softly, "Your Majesty always likes to be polite before attacking. You should know better than me about this."
The sword master smiled, his eyebrows straight and full of confidence. He raised his head slightly and said calmly, "Are you so sure that you can kill me?"
Long You said, "If the old Celestial Master did not participate in the war, His Majesty and the Pope alone would not be able to do it. But now, not only is the old Celestial Master here, but even his old man's green cow has been taken to the Imperial Palace by His Majesty. The city is now guarded outside the city gate, and your magical sword-controlling power cannot run fast in the absolute domain of Qingniu."
The sword master raised his glass and seemed a little drunk. He smiled and said, "So, I must either compromise or die?"
Long You sighed, "The teacher once said that people's life is spent in compromise and being compromised. In fact, living is more important than anything else."
Having said this, he silently walked to the desk and picked up the three poems, "How about you take another look? It has only been a hundred years since the rise of the North, and the people there cannot live without you."
Hearing the word "Northern Territory", the sword master's right hand paused as he raised the glass, and a sharp light suddenly appeared in his eyes.
He drank wine down his throat, remained silent for a long time, and finally said, "Okay, then we'll see."
Long You smiled and handed over the poem again, "Choose the one you like, and I will tell it to Your Majesty. I will also inform the people of Daxia about the good news."
The sword master shook his head. He glanced at Long You and said, "How about I go and say it myself?"
Before Long You could speak, the Sword Master waved his long sleeves, and the sword intent of the river suddenly filled the room. The two of them went upstream and arrived at the top of the pilgrimage building in the blink of an eye.
The sword master's white clothes are like snow, moving with the wind, and flowing like an immortal.
With a smile on his face, he raised his hand slightly, and a sword light suddenly appeared. It was as bright as the rising sun. The still dark sky was swept away, and the sky and the earth shone brightly.
"It's the Sword Master!"
Someone in the crowd shouted wildly, and instantly there was a roaring tsunami.
Even the officers and soldiers of the Ministry of War couldn't help but feel excited, and followed the crowd to salute to the top floor.
The Taibai Sword Master has been famous for centuries. Although he is not from Daxia, but is the master of the far north, his swordsmanship is upright and awe-inspiring. In addition, he is unrestrained and uninhibited, and he likes to be romantic. He has always been respected and loved by the world.
In the past, I had only heard about the legendary deeds of the Sword Master from the teahouse storytellers. Today, I saw the real body, and it was as perfect as the legend.
Many girls blushed when they saw it, thinking, isn't this what the unparalleled hero in my dream looks like?
Academy Long Youben is also a proud man of heaven. Whenever he appears, he will always be the protagonist.
But standing next to the sword master, he was immediately compared to an invisible man.
It wasn't until he summoned up all the power of Confucianism and Taoism to force away a ray of sword intent that the Sword Master dropped in front of him, occupying half a foot of space, that the people downstairs realized that Lord Long You was actually up there.
"Today the Sword Master asked about three poems, one from Liang Xiao, the only son of Wu Linghou, Zhuge Qingtian, the son-in-law of the Minister of Industry, and the current prince-in-law Zhao Huaixin... Next, the Sword Master will personally write for These three poems make comments, please listen carefully."
Long You held three poems in his hand and randomly picked one. After taking a look at it, he said, "The first one is "Sword Wind Rises in the Sky" by Zhuge Qingtian. I will not read the poem in detail here. If you are selected, you will know it by yourself. Copied in ancient books..."
As soon as he finished speaking, a handsome young man suddenly appeared in a nearby teahouse, accompanied by three or five attendants. He was Zhuge Qingtian, the son-in-law of the Minister of Industry.
This person is quite talented and is the favorite to win the championship this time.
He first raised his hands to the crowd and received a round of applause. Then he raised his head to the sky and said to the man in white on the top floor, "Please give me your criticism and advice, Lord Sword Master."
The sword master put his hands behind his back and smiled, "The young people of the Great Xia Dynasty are indeed very humble, so I won't be polite."
Long You suddenly felt uneasy, and he reminded, "If you like it, you can announce it directly."
The sword master shook his head, "Fancy it? Are you kidding me? This poem makes no sense. I will reject it at a glance. Please change it to another one."
As soon as these words came out, the whole world fell silent.
Zhuge Qingtian downstairs couldn't hold himself any longer, and the smile on his face quickly faded.
Countless pity glances from the crowd fell on the teahouse, like sharp swords piercing the heart, piercing him with pain.
After being lost for a long time, he still couldn't bear the shame. Zhuge Qingtian left the scene in anger.
Long You's face became solemn, and he quickly took out the second poem, "Next, it's "The Legend of the Immortal of the North" by Zhao Huaixin. I've also read this poem. It's quite artistic. I believe Master Sword Master also thinks it's good. Bar?"
After saying that, he immediately looked at the Sword Master with a hint of pleading in his eyes, "Speak carefully!"
The sword master was unmoved. He still shook his head and said loudly, "I don't agree! I think this poem is also nonsense! Let's try another one!"
Between the high pavilions on the opposite side, another faceless young man in brocade clothes walked away.
Long You took a deep breath, held the last poem tightly, and solemnly reminded, "Master Sword Master, Your Majesty and the others are watching. Please be objective in your evaluation."
The sword master ignored him, scanned the whole place with his sword eyes, and suddenly asked, "Who is Liang Xiao?"
From the carriage on the southwest corner, a young man who looked like a scholar jumped out. He saluted respectfully to the Sword Master, "Liang Xiao, please give me some advice from the Sword Master."
The sword master looked at him and nodded, "Among these three poems, only your poem "Spring Wind and Sword Rain in Thirteen Continents" can make me read it twice. Although it is still not enough to pass the test, the charm of the poem is worthy of praise. . Keep working hard, Daxia Shilin will finally have a light that belongs to you."
"Thank you Sword Master!"
Liang Xiao was overjoyed and hurriedly bent down to thank him.
He never expected that he would become the final winner.
Although there was no result in asking about poetry today, the people of Daxia were not surprised by this.
Everyone knows that the poetry of Daxia has been in decline for a long time. Even if the whole country writes poetry, it will just be more waste paper manuscripts. It is difficult to satisfy the sword master.
Long You stood there in despair. For a long time, he sighed helplessly, "Why are you doing this? You already have a high evaluation of Liang Xiao's poem, why don't you go further? It's just a compromise once, so much. is it hard?"
The sword master said, "If your teacher were here, he would definitely not ask such stupid questions... Long You, remember, I, Li Taibai, have never known how to write the word compromise in my life! You take Are you talking about things in the North and want to mess with my sword? As everyone knows, the people of the North don't want me to compromise! They respect the sword master who holds the sword and moves forward unfailingly, not the timid coward!"
After saying that, he suddenly took a step forward and stood in the sky. A ten thousand-foot-long sword light appeared from him and went straight into the sky.
Amidst the flying sword energy, the sword master faced the high pavilion opposite the pilgrimage building and held his hands in the distance, "Your Majesty, the three days have expired, but the Great Xia Dynasty has not been able to find a poem that satisfies me. According to the agreement, I cannot Going against my own heart and my own swordsmanship, I fell with this sword for Daxia... Now, I want to leave, do you have any explanation?"
As soon as he said these words, people realized that His Majesty was also here. Everyone knelt down facing the high pavilion and shouted long live.
"There are many regrets in life, and the same is true for a country. Sword Master, you don't have to worry about it."
Emperor Minglong never showed up, but a thick voice came from the high pavilion, "Since it's so hard to come to Daxia, why bother leaving in a hurry? Why don't you stay for a few more days, so that I can use up all the landowners?" It just so happens that the Heavenly Master and the Pope have not met you yet, so why not take advantage of everyone’s presence to get to know each other. I’m afraid it will be difficult to have this opportunity in the future.”
There was nothing wrong with the people of Daxia hearing these words, they just felt excited and surprised.
Unexpectedly, the old Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain and the mysterious Pope also came! It was a worthwhile trip today, as I was able to meet so many legendary characters.
But the Sword Master heard a hint of cold murderous intent from the few words of Emperor Minglong.
The sword breath scattered across the imperial city, and he could feel the three powerful forces gathering momentum in the high pavilions.
And outside the distant city gate, there was a low roar, which should be the sacred beast Qingniu of Longhu Mountain.
The sword master knew very well that if he fought alone with his sword, he would face the most dangerous battle in his life, and he might face a matter of life and death.
But he stood in front of the sword, and from the beginning to the end, he had no intention of retreating.
His sword was meant for death.
It was like this a hundred years ago, and it will still be like this a hundred years later!
Under the gaze of everyone, Taibai Sword Master faced the sky, and was about to release the sword power of the river to separate the civilians and mark out his sword stance. On the long street heading north, an old but extremely determined voice suddenly sounded. The voice said, "Not all the poetry of the Great Xia Dynasty is nonsense! I have a poem and I would like to ask the Sword Master to read it!"
The whole place was shocked into silence! Everyone's eyes rushed over in an instant.
Under the sun, an old man wearing a Hanlin Academy official uniform, half-white hair but full of energy was seen holding a piece of red paper high, showing his last stubbornness to everyone present.
"That's Mr. Wang from the Hanlin Academy!"
someone in the crowd exclaimed.
"What the hell is Lao Wang doing? Why are you coming out to join in the fun at this time?"
Qin Huai, the right minister of the Ministry of War, who vaguely knew the inside story, frowned and wanted to find someone to quickly carry the old bachelor away.
But when he saw the forty or so warriors from the Hanlin Academy standing behind him, he immediately shook his head and gave up.
Don't mess with anyone, don't mess with scholars, just pretend you can't see it. If you mess with the Holy One, he will feel uncomfortable!
Long You, who was still blowing air on the top floor, was already very angry at the Sword Master's stubbornness. Now that he saw Wang Zhihuan, an old scholar, sticking to the pilgrimage building like a dog-skin plaster, his mood suddenly exploded.
Behind his left hand, his right hand pointed directly at Wang Zhihuan, "The poem question is over. Sir Wang, please leave quickly. Don't ignore the laws of Daxia and the rules of the academy!"
Master Wang didn't care about him at all, and continued to move forward while holding up the red piece of paper, "If this poem fails, I am willing to accept any punishment! Master Sword Master, please..."
Before he finished speaking, Long You's eyes flashed with green light and he sternly scolded, "Gentleman, stop!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Wang's expression changed, as if he had been hit by some huge force. He suddenly fell to the ground. As soon as his palms were loosened, the red piece of paper rose in the wind and floated into the air.
"grown ups!"
Lin Qing yelled and rushed forward, glaring at Long You fiercely, "Are the students of the academy so domineering? You use the Confucian sect's words and methods to deal with the Hanlin bachelor who has no power to restrain a chicken. You are in vain." Confucian scholar!"
Long You's state of mind seemed to have fluctuated greatly, and the expression on his face switched back and forth between shame and annoyance.
He took a deep breath and wanted to speak, but found that Lin Qing had already helped Wang Zhihuan up, and all the colleagues from the Hanlin Academy behind them also walked up to stand shoulder to shoulder with him.
Downstairs, in front of tens of millions of people, this group of the purest scholars of the Hanlin Academy showed unprecedented unity under heavy pressure.
Their eyes followed the red piece of paper floating in the wind, imagining their surprise when they saw the poem for the first time... Finally, the accumulation of emotions quickly reached its peak, and they burst into tears. Regardless of everything, he shouted out the last glory for Daxia Shilin, "Holding the sword to ask questions, I will kill the immortals and demons to the limitless limit. Except for the three layers of snow on your body, who in the world is worthy of white clothes?"
The tone was passionate and full of emotion, and every word seemed to irritate the hearts of everyone present.
This is no longer a poem, but the life of Lord Sword Master!
As soon as this poem came out, people realized that Juggernaut's evaluation of the previous poems was still too conservative.
At this moment, the people of Daxia who were ready to see the joke were shocked.
Long You was immediately stunned.
Liang Xiao, who was so praised by the sword master, couldn't laugh anymore.
Emperor Minglong among the high pavilions took the lead in silence.
In mid-air, the sword master was stunned for a long time. He suddenly opened his right hand holding the sword, palm upward, and just caught the sweat-soaked red paper.
Then, I saw the signature on the edge:
Xu Xingmu, the government official of Taoyuan County, Juhai Prefecture, Tianlong Province, Daxia!
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