Zhang Qingchen's eyes instantly fixed on Fang Yi, and everyone else looked at Fang Yi with disbelief.
What?
They never expected that Fang Yi would actually agree!
Could it be that he could really compose a stunning poem again?
How can this be?
Who does he think he is?
Wenquxing descends to earth, and the Four Saints reincarnate?
Even if the Four Saints were truly reincarnated, it would be impossible for them to compose a poem, even a shocking poem.
In fact, some of the poems written by the Four Sages are quite average.
At the same time, what they didn't know was that on the panel in front of Fang Yi,
[Amazing poetry, second challenge]
You have 2 choices: 1. Refuse Tang Buku's challenge.
[Auspicious aspect: If you refuse, there will be no trouble and you will get 10 luck points.
Ominous sign: You have already won. Rejection is appropriate and there is no ominous sign. 】
2. Accept Tang Buku’s challenge and compose another stunning poem.
[Auspicious sign: It feels good to appear holy in front of others for a while, and it feels good to appear holy all the time. You will get 20 luck points (an additional double for the second challenge), and get the Taoist effect of "appearing holy in front of people".
Bad luck: If you fail the challenge, all your luck points will be deducted. 】
Two options once again appeared in front of Fang Yi.
There is no doubt that Fang Yi chose 2. Fang Yi cannot compose eternal poems, but he can memorize them.
...
"Hahaha, okay, Fang Yi, I want to see, can you really write amazing poems?" Tang Buku's eyes were full of jealousy: "Today, let me peel off your disguise. !”
Fang Yi did not answer, but turned around and asked, "Do you have any wine?"
The maid handed over a jug of wine.
Fang Yi laughed loudly, pulled out the spout, and drank happily.
"Here comes the wine!" Fang Yi shouted again after finishing the bottle.
"Here comes the wine!"
"Wine - come!"
For an hour, Fang Yi had been drinking for an entire hour. He smelled of alcohol all over his body, his hair was disheveled, his face was red, and he had a completely bohemian and uninhibited image.
But at this time, taking advantage of the bright moonlight outside, we could see that Fang Yi's handsome face, coupled with his wild and unruly face, actually had a hint of wild beauty.
Although Fang Yi is said to be a barbarian from the North, he is really handsome.
Everyone present watched Fang Yi drink quietly, no one urged him, Zhang Qingchen was also quietly looking forward to it.
Maybe Fang Yi really had poetic talent, maybe.
After a long time, Fang Yi finally drank enough. He spread his hair and staggered to Zhang Qingchen: "Student Fang Yi, dare to ask Mr. Zhang for another calligraphy painting."
Zhang Qingchen was so happy and overjoyed: "Okay, okay, okay."
This was an opportunity that came from heaven. He had just written a poem for Fang Yi, which gave him a talent. He, who was already old, suddenly felt that he had hope as a great scholar.
If only Fang Yi could write a stunning poem this time.
Darling, don’t dare think about it, because just thinking about it will make you smile from ear to ear with joy.
"I want to write a poem!" Fang Yi said calmly: "This poem is called Shui Diao Songtou - When will the bright moon come?"
Zhang Qingchen hurriedly started writing, and his writing was as fast as a master's.
"In the Mid-Autumn Festival of the 18th year of Taiping, I drank happily in the pavilion in the middle of the lake and got very drunk. I wrote this article while thinking about Qingyi!"
Fang Yi said while continuing to pour wine into his mouth.
Zhang Qingchen started writing instantly. This is the preface to the poem, explaining why Fang Yi wrote the poem.
"When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine!"
Fang Yi's first sentence shocked everyone present.
And it was different from the situation when Fang Yi wrote the poem just now. As soon as this word came out, Zhang Qingchen felt extremely difficult when he started writing. But every time he wrote a word, the written words roared into life, and the talent came out. Transform into dragons and scatter in all directions instantly.
At the same time, the bright moon in the sky was also infected by the talent, and the moon instantly became extremely huge and bright.
Everyone present was attracted by the vision in front of them, and countless people stared blankly at everything in front of them.
Fang Yi was so drunk at this time that he didn't even realize it. His whole body moved with wild and uninhibited ease, like a wine wizard descending to the earth, to the point of completely forgetting himself.
"I wonder what year it is today in the palace in the sky."
Fang Yi spoke again.
As soon as these words came out, the huge bright moon in the sky emitted a blazing and terrifying light, illuminating everything in the world. At this time, Wenquxing also burst out with a dazzling light, trying to compete with the bright moon!
The two rays of light complement each other, reflecting the earth as white as snow and as bright as day.
In the sky, a glittering golden palace appeared faintly. It was the Heavenly Palace!
...
Dali Dynasty, Confucian Sage Palace.
The statues of the Four Saints were trembling crazily at this moment, and terrifying talent and power surged out from the statues of the Four Saints. They rolled like a long dragon, instantly rushing out of the Confucian Sage Palace and towards the bright moon in the sky.
The original "Four Saints Classic" in front of Mr. Da instantly transformed into four figures, standing in front of Mr. Da.
Mr. Da's body continued to tremble. After a long time, he opened his eyes and immediately bowed and bowed: "Junior has seen the four saints. I don't know what happened, but it actually disturbed the spirits of the four saints?"
The Four Saints twisted their beards and smiled: "There are students who have written poems that will last forever. Confucianism and Taoism will flourish. The birth of the Fifth Saint is just around the corner!!"
After saying that, the four holy heroic souls disappeared instantly.
Mr. Da then stood up, hesitated for a moment, and rang the big bell of Confucian Saint Palace.
"The great scholar in the court, come and see me immediately!" Mr. Da's voice, accompanied by the sound of the bell, spread to all the great scholars in the Dali Dynasty at this time.
...
In the palace, Xu Shoucheng had just laid down when he suddenly heard Mr. Da's call. He stood up instantly and waved lightly, "Go to Qingyun and see Mr. Da!"
As soon as he said the law, He Shoucheng stepped on the blue clouds and arrived at the Confucian Sage Palace in an instant.
...
In Jiangnan Academy, Zhao Zhe was studying hard at this time, but the next moment, he looked solemn and softly uttered the word "A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step", then took a step, and the next moment he came to the Confucian Sage Palace .
At the same time, hundreds of great scholars from the Dali Dynasty were all using their magical powers and Confucianism. However, within a short time, the great scholars gathered together and saw Mr. Da.
Of course, they all saw the magical scene in Confucian Saint Palace at this time.
The Confucian Sage Palace was shining with golden light, like a fairy palace, and the statues of the Four Saints were smiling, as if they had come to life.
Mr. Da is dressed in the imperial robes of the Master, just like the Master is alive. His eyes reflect the mountains and rivers of Dali, and the beautiful country.
"Disciple, meet Mr. Da!"
At this time, there was no saint in Da Li. Mr. Da, a descendant of the Master, was the most knowledgeable person. There were more than a hundred great Confucians in the dynasty. Although they majored in different schools, they were all disciples of Mr. Da.
When I see Mr. Da, I perform the disciple ceremony.
"The spirits of the four saints appeared in this world and said: There are poems from the ages. Please witness with me." Mr. Da's eyes shined with dazzling light. Finally, in Mr. Da's eyes, the words Fang Yi was composing at this time appeared. picture.
In the picture, Fang Yi was drunk. He was swaying, pouring wine into his mouth from time to time, and talking from time to time.
"I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid it's too cold in the high places."
"Dancing clear shadow, like in the world."
Fang Yi was shaking his head at this time, feeling very happy. Especially when he recited this paragraph, not only everyone present, but also the great gentleman and all the great Confucians who were far away in the Confucian Saint Palace were stunned.
A great scholar murmured his lips, trying to say some words of praise, but when the words came to his lips, they turned into: "Damn, what a good word!"
The other great scholars immediately frowned and looked at the great scholar, but for a moment, no one could think of better words.
I secretly agreed in my heart.
Even though we are all scholars, this is the first time in our lives to encounter this situation.
"I just hate that I am uneducated and can travel the world with just one word."
This paragraph is so well written.
The great scholars seemed to see a fairy figure flying out of Fang Yi's body, riding the wind back, and they also seemed to see the fairy descending to earth and dancing under the moon.
"Turn around the Zhu Pavilion and look down at the Qihu. The light will make you sleepless."
Fang Yi turned around, looked at the splendid Wang family, and chanted in a low voice.
"There shouldn't be any hatred, why should we be reunited when we say goodbye?"
"People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times."
At this point in the recitation, everyone held their breath, no one spoke, they just looked at Fang Yi blankly.
In the Confucian Saint's Palace, all the great Confucians' faces were flushed and full of anticipation.
Even Mr. Da felt like he was shaking all over, and his Wenxin was beating fast. If he hadn't been wearing the clothes of a master, Mr. Da felt that his Wenxin might pop out at any time.
"Nung, moon and new moon. "
Fang Yi sighed amidst everyone's expectations, and then uttered the last sentence.
The mutation regenerated, and at this time, the bright moon in the sky suddenly became larger, so big that it was almost close to the ground.
At this moment, no matter where in the world, people admiring the moon saw this magical scene.
Above the full moon, there was a palace lady dancing gracefully. At this moment, everyone thought they saw an immortal.
But this kind of vision did not last long. After the full moon emitted a ray of light into Fang Yi's body, it immediately changed back to its previous appearance. The time was so short that people from other places saw this. After the vision disappeared in an instant, I even felt that I had an illusion.
At the same time, Wenqu Star was also regenerated and mutated. A fragment was peeled off from Wenqu Star, and then rushed down to the nine heavens. With a "whoosh", it entered Fang Yi's body.
After this change, there was no change.
Zhang Qingchen was covered in blood at this time, and blood was constantly spilling out from his seven orifices, but his expression was extremely excited.
"The great scholar is here, the great scholar is here!!" Zhang Qingchen laughed wildly, almost asking Yi to worship him.
Just now, Fang Yi composed a shocking poem, and the talent in the poem was given to him, giving him hope of becoming a scholar.
But this time Fang Yi's lyrics were stronger than the previous poem! !
This poem is definitely a poem for the ages! !
If the song "Looking at the Moon on the Fifteenth Night and sending a message to Qing Yi" is spread in the future, it may be spread for thousands of years.
So the current song "Shui Tiao Ge Tou When will the bright moon come" is definitely a lyric that has been passed down through the ages.
Once this poem is written, no one will dare to write about the Mid-Autumn Festival, and no one will dare to write about the full moon again! !
