Under the gaze of everyone, Fang Yi slowly read out his first sentence.
"The white tree-roosting crow in the atrium."
Zhang Qingchen's heart trembled slightly. He wrote the first sentence in one breath. He looked up. At this time, a cold wind blew by. The moonlight reflected the distant atrium like frost. Crows were perched on the trees and croaked from time to time. Noisy sound.
A feeling of loneliness arose spontaneously in Zhang Qingchen's heart. Fang Yi's first sentence did not mention that the pavilion in the center of the lake was singing and dancing, or that the Wang family was decorated with lanterns, but that the ground in the atrium was white. The scene he saw was different from what everyone else saw. It was completely different when I arrived. I must be feeling very lonely inside.
The disciples with the eighth surname suddenly became silent.
Fang Yi spit out the second sentence.
"The cold dew wets the sweet-scented osmanthus silently."
Zhang Qingchen took a careful look at Fang Yi for the first time, and the cold dew wet the sweet-scented osmanthus silently!
Yes, the Mid-Autumn Festival gathering has been held for more than an hour at this time, and the cold dew has arrived, and the osmanthus trees in the courtyard are all wet!
This is another image of incomparable loneliness. White, cold, and crows, these two poems have already exhausted Fang Yi's inner loneliness!
"Tonight the moon is bright and everyone can see."
Fang Yi read out the third sentence.
Zhang Qingchen suddenly felt a little dry. He suppressed his restless heart and looked at Fang Yi with a little more expectation. He couldn't wait to know what Fang Yi would say next. Poetry.
At this time, all the disciples with the eighth surname were looking at Fang Yi. No one spoke or disturbed. Everything was completely silent except for the sound of breathing.
Fang Yi read out the last sentence.
"I wonder whose family Qiu Siluo belongs to?"
After Zhang Qingchen finished writing this line of poetry, the whole poem was completely formed.
"Crows roost in the white trees in the courtyard, and the cold dew wets the sweet-scented osmanthus silently."
"Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone looks out, I wonder who is missing in autumn."
Changes occur suddenly.
At this time, the Wenqu star in the sky suddenly became extremely bright, even competing with the bright moon. Starlight fell on the paper in front of Zhang Qingchen.
Not long after, the paper suddenly began to sparkle with golden light, and wisps of talent emitted from the paper, instantly condensing into pillars, and most of the talent flew away and dissipated.
Part of the talent entered Fang Yi's body, and part of the talent entered Zhang Qingchen's body.
Zhang Qingchen laughed out loud for a moment: "There is hope for great Confucianism, there is hope for great Confucianism!!"
With that said, Zhang Qingchen bowed to Fang Yichang and thanked him: "I would like to thank you for your gift of talent. Today's kindness will be unforgettable!"
At the same time, a handwriting appeared again on the panel in front of Fang Yi.
[Talent is beginning to show: You compose a Mid-Autumn Festival poem, your talent causes the stars to move, and you gain talent. 】
[Grandmaester's Gratitude: You asked Zhang Qingchen to write it in handwriting, and gave Zhang Qingchen an extra chance to gain 10 luck points. 】
[Poetry can stabilize the country: The Mid-Autumn Festival poem you wrote has the potential to become a famous poem throughout the ages. The poem can stabilize the country. In the future, if Confucian disciples recite this poem, it can slightly increase your talent. 】
Fang Yi was also shocked by the scene in front of him.
He never imagined that he could achieve such a harvest just by memorizing a poem? ?
At this time, the talent in the poem entered Fang Yi's body and instantly turned into pure power, tempering Fang Yi's body.
...
At the same time, the Dali Dynasty and the Confucian Saint Palace.
This place is the residence of Mr. Da, who is a descendant of the Master and possesses the original version of the "Four Sages". There were no saints in the dynasty, and Mr. Da taught the world on behalf of the Four Sages.
In the Confucian Sage Palace, the statues of the Four Sages are lined up in order, with Master as the leader, followed by Li Sheng, Jiang Sheng, and finally Zhou Sheng.
Scholars all over the world draw their talents from the Four Holy Places, study and practice Taoism.
Therefore, the incense in Confucian Sage Palace continues to this day.
At this time, at a certain moment, Mr. Da, who was closing his eyes to rest, suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes burst out with a terrifying light, and soon fell into a state of chaos, with the sun, moon and stars flowing rapidly in his eyes.
It was also at this time that a ray of talent rushed into the Confucian Sage Palace like a rainbow piercing the sun.
That talent circled endlessly, and finally fell on the original "Four Saints Classics" in front of Mr. Da. In an instant, a terrifying golden light erupted from the "Four Saints Classics", and the golden light shone brighter and brighter. , in the end, that golden light erupted, turned into thousands of golden talents, and disappeared in the wind.
At this time, Mr. Da's eyes were introverted and returned to normal.
He glanced at the "Four Saints' Classics" in front of him and said to himself: "Who wrote a shocking article? It actually resonated with the Four Saints' classics and inspired the Four Saints' talents to be given to people all over the world?"
All the talents of the Four Sages are poured into the original text of the "Classics of the Four Sages". Scholars can obtain the talents of the Four Sages by reading the Classics of the Four Sages.
But just now, someone wrote a shocking article, which resonated with the Four Saints' classics, and gave a talent to scholars all over the world!
At this time, scholars all over the world felt that they suddenly had a little more talent and strength.
.......
Taiyuan Wangjia, Huxin Pavilion.
Everyone present stared blankly at everything in front of them, and no one spoke.
"Crows roost in the white trees in the courtyard, and the cold dew wets the sweet-scented osmanthus silently."
These two sentences are simply extremely lonely. When I think about Fang Yi coming from the north, he has no relatives or friends in the Dali Dynasty, and he is considered a wanderer. Naturally, it cannot be regarded as a reunion. This sentence describes Fang Yi's lonely mood at this time. incisively and vividly.
Everyone else saw the clusters of flowers and the ten-mile-long lamps, but Fang Yi only saw the pale moonlight, the empty atrium, the cold dew, and the soaked osmanthus flowers.
"Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone looks out, I wonder who is missing in the autumn mood!"
This time, Que's poems even wrote about Fang Yi's longing. Tonight, thousands of households must be admiring the bright moon in the sky, but who can understand Fang Yi's longing?
A poem describes Fang Yi's current situation and thoughts in his heart.
There are many Mid-Autumn Festival poems in ancient and modern times, but compared with this poem by Fang Yi, they all seem so insignificant and fall behind.
The eight surnamed children present are all scholars, and they can clearly distinguish between good and bad.
At this time, they were all stunned, as if they were immersed in the artistic conception of the poem and unable to extricate themselves.
Until, Zhang Qingchen gently asked: "Little friend Fang Yi, I wonder if this poem has a name."
Only then did everyone wake up from a dream, all their eyes focused on Fang Yi.
"Let's call it "Looking at the Moon on the Fifteenth Night and Send a Letter to Qing Yi." Fang Yi pondered for a moment, and then spoke.
"Watching the Moon on the Fifteenth Night and Send a Letter to Tsing Yi"!
This is a poem sent to Luo Qingyi! !
Suddenly, the faces of the eight surnames began to look brighter, while Tang Buku's face changed drastically, from rosy to pale, just in an instant.
This is another change in the artistic conception of the poem.
This is like a poem expressing longing, and sending it to Luo Qingyi adds a bit of love.
After Fang Yi said this, he turned around and came to Tang Buku: "Are you still going to compete?"
It was just five words, but Tang Buku couldn't sit still and collapsed directly on the ground.
Everyone else was also silent.
Compare?
Compare it to what?
Take face?
You have already written such a poem, and you still want Tang Buku to compare it?
This is naked ridicule.
But what can we do with ridicule?
Among all the people present, who dares to say that he can write such a stunning poem that may be famous throughout the ages?
"Master Tang, I said you are not worthy, do you believe it now?" Fang Yi spoke again.
Tang Buku's face turned red to the color of pig liver, he was sweating profusely and said nothing.
"Master Tang just said that he wanted to challenge me. He asked Fang if he dared to accept the challenge. Fang accepted the challenge. Master Tang got up and wrote a poem." Fang Yi continued.
Murder and heart-wrenching!
This Fang Yi is simply a devil. These few words made Tang Buku feel bad.
It's easy to kill someone, but it's hard to kill someone's heart, but just a few words almost broke Tang Bukuwen's heart.
"Are you convinced?" Fang Yi asked the last sentence, and finally there was a cracking sound from Tang Buku's body.
That was the sound of Wen Xin's heart breaking, and fierce talent surged out of Tang Buku in an instant. Tang Buku groaned, and blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
His cultivation of Confucianism and Taoism was ruined today.
Tang Bu's suffering is over!
Everyone knows this very clearly. A broken literary heart means that Confucianism and Taoism are hopeless in this life.
Zhang Qingchen looked at everything in front of him coldly without making any move.
"Does anyone still want to challenge Fang?" Fang Yi turned around and glanced around. In his eyes, everyone here looked like they were trash.
No one spoke.
Everyone shut their mouths, no one dared to say a word, for fear that he would be the next person to have his heart broken.
Fang Yi laughed loudly: "In this case, Fang Yi will say goodbye!"
With that said, Fang Yi was about to turn around and leave.
[Congratulations on suppressing Tang Buku with a poem, gaining 10 luck points, and understanding the sword move "One Sword Lights Nineteen States". 】
[Congratulations on your amazing poem, which may be passed down through the ages. You will receive an additional 10 luck points. 】
Fang Yi defeated Tang Buku and had already begun to settle the rewards.
"Wait a minute!" But at this moment, Tang Buku's voice came from behind again.
"You broke my literary heart and cut off my road to Confucianism and Taoism. Today's hatred is irreconcilable!" Tang Buku staggered to his feet and stared at Fang Yi: "But I don't accept it!"
The overwhelming resentment surged out of Tang Buku. At this time, Tang Buku's face became twisted and terrifying: "You, a barbarian from the North, who only knows a few words, can write such a poem? I don't believe it, I Not convinced!"
"If you can compose a shocking poem casually, then not everyone can become a saint. I have reason to doubt the origin of your poem and whether it was written by you yourself!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone else present shook their heads. Tang Buku had lost his mind and gone crazy. Fang Yi had already composed such a poem, and he still refused to accept it?
Everyone here is familiar with poetry books. How could they not know that this poem has never appeared in poetry books?
There is no doubt that this was written by Fang Yi. No one had ever written a poem like this before Fang Yi wrote this poem.
Zhang Qingchen also shook his head slightly at this time and spoke first: "Master Tang, please be careful. I am a few years older than you and have read some books, but no matter where I come from, I have never heard of this song "Watching the Moon on the Fifteenth Night and Send a Letter to Tsing Yi" , and this poem stirs up the movement of literature and music, and has the effect of being passed down through the ages. This cannot be denied. This poem was certainly written by Fang Yi."
Tang Buku didn't seem to hear Zhang Qingchen's words, but just stared at Fang Yi.
Fang Yi turned around, looked at Tang Buku for a long time, smiled slightly, and said, "So, you don't accept it, right?"
"Tang Buku, don't accept it!" Tang Buku stood up straight and continued to stare at Fang Yi.
Fang Yi laughed loudly: "Okay, then let me ask you, what do you want?"
"If you write another shocking poem, I will believe you and obey you!" Tang Buku stared at Fang Yidao word by word.
This time, all the disciples, even those who originally looked down on Fang Yi, felt that Tang Buku had gone too far.
Isn't this nonsense? You said that the poem was not written by someone else, and there is no evidence. When people ask you how to believe it, you say let someone write another shocking poem?
Are you kidding, is that Chinese cabbage?
Can you make it casually?
How many scholars, great Confucians, and bachelors have there been in the past and present? How many of them can write stunning poems?
Not even the Four Saints would dare to say that their random poems are world-shattering.
"It's not hard, just give up. I've finished this poem, what else is there to say?" A boy with the eighth surname on the side persuaded him.
Tang Buku remained motionless, just staring at Fang Yi.
Fang Yi smiled slightly: "As you wish!"
