On the sixth day of October, the day will be chosen for the poetry meeting.
Although Lu Bu, Chen Gong and others knew that Lin Mo's poems would be supported by beauties and have glazed treasures as top prizes, they would definitely be very popular, but the scale was far beyond their imagination, and the only words they could think of were One, unprecedented.
Under the general background of the imperial examination system, the imperial court did not have imperial examinations, and there was no need to hold political poetry gatherings. However, aristocratic families from all over the country would hold them from time to time. The most exaggerated one was the Yuan family, which once pioneered the absorption of three states. Scholars, a grand event gathering thousands of scholars.
Lin Mo's poetry gathering this time included people from all nine states of the Han Dynasty. There were as many as 5,000 people from powerful families and students from poor families, including local officials.
These were just scholars and students. Counting the accompanying servants and so on, more than 30,000 people poured into Pengcheng at once.
Obviously, it is impossible for Ziyang Academy to accommodate so many people. Regardless of whether they are willing or not, whether they are slapped in the face or not, in the end, they can only decide to hold this poetry meeting at the Pengcheng campus. Only in this way can we ensure that all students from poor families can Admission.
Even so, Lu Bu still issued an order that only scholars could enter the venue, and no servants were allowed. This was to ensure the absolute stability of the scene.
There are thousands of people, and even if you shout something, you may not be able to ensure that everyone hears it.
At the same time, taking into account the large number of people, the poetry meeting was also changed from two days to three days. This is to allow the examiners to have enough time to review the scores.
In order to ensure absolute fairness, the leader of this poetry competition adopted Lin Mo's method, a two-in-one system.
The poems and songs written by the scholars were scored by ten invited scholars, and the one with the highest score in the end won.
For example, Guan Ning, the descendant of Guan Zhong, Zhong Di, the great sage of Yingchuan, etc., and almost all the ten sages came from different states and counties, so they would not lose their bias and let them play with regional culture.
Regarding their arrival, Lu Bu brought Lu Wentao, Chen Gui and other celebrities of the older generation in Xuzhou to receive them. After all, they were too high-profile.
Even Lu Wentao said that he had no idea that Lin Mo would be able to invite these famous scholars.
In fact, these people either focus on literature and do not engage in politics, or they have left office due to the disaster of the party, so they are still interested in poetry societies of this level.
As people entered the venue one after another, the noise at the scene began to boil.
There was no choice but to gather together a gathering of knights and knights from all major aristocratic families and from all walks of life. The people they knew well were not just Pang Tong and Xu Shu, some were classmates, some were old friends, and there were even admirers.
"Dezu, this poetry meeting is far more grand than the poetry meeting held by Yuan Shao two years ago. You have to show your talent and win the first place." A man in Confucian robes who is over forty years old He warned the young man next to him without a smile.
Yang Xiu nodded calmly, "Uncle, don't worry, the child knows the significance of the leader of this poetry meeting to the Yang family, and he will not repeat the same mistakes as in Yecheng in the past."
Two years ago, Chen Lin won the first place in the poetry competition held by the Yuan family. Yang Xiu had always been worried about this.
But that was just a literary dissatisfaction. This time was different from that of the past.
Once the poetry guild gathers scholars from all over the world, once it wins the first prize, it will not only make the Yang family, which already holds the title of Fourth Generation and Three Dukes, even more powerful, it will also attract students from poor families all over the world to apply.
Lin Mo put so much thought into getting married for us, how could he be embarrassed to let him down?
Regarding winning the first prize in this poetry competition, he was a little pressured at first. Later, he heard that any poem or song could be accepted, and the subject matter and content were not limited, so he felt that he had a chance to win.
After Quan returned to the Yang family after losing to Chen Lin, he was hungover all day long. One day, he was inspired by the garden and became inspired by poetry, so he composed a poem called "Jieyou Fu".
Yang Xiu, who was extremely confident in this poem, did not make it public, but chose not to publish it, in order to overpower Chen Lin when the Yuan family held another poetry meeting. Unexpectedly, it would be used today.
Fortunately for Yang Xiu, he came to the poetry meeting with dignity and dignity, carrying the name of the Hongnong Yang family and the Fourth and Third Duke, ready to show off his skills.
There are also some people who cannot come because of their status, but they deeply understand the great interests involved behind the poetry meeting and have to come, so they pretend to be others.
For example, Cao Cao sent his most trusted subordinate, Xun Yu, and his eldest son, Xun Yun, with "Guan Cang Hai", which he had recently written.
He doesn't care that winning the championship will bring the Xun family's reputation to its peak, or even that he won't be the one left in history in the end, as long as the final goal can be achieved.
In this regard, Cao Cao has always been pragmatic rather than pragmatic.
Of course, it was a helpless move. If he could, it would be best for him to send his own son. However, there was a risk of being turned into a hostage. Thinking about it, Xun Yun was still suitable.
In addition, Zhou Yu invited his uncle Zhou Zhong to represent the Zhou family. The masterpiece behind it was that he wrote "Ode of the Long River" inspired by his feelings when he was crossing the river back to Jiangdong after the defeat in Guangling.
The difficulty of life is like the endless river. Although we have the ambition to go east to the sea, the process is slow and the journey is so difficult.
At the right time, Lu Bu, who was wearing imperial pastoral uniform, sat at the head of the general stage and watched the scene in front of him quietly.
He has always been scolded as a frontier refugee, and has always been looked down upon by all the major families. Unexpectedly, today my son-in-law made arrangements, and you all have to gather in Pengcheng, all sitting in front of me.
This can only make me feel happy, because everyone came to Pengcheng not because of him, Lu Bu, nor because of the pair of glazed treasures, but because they valued the great sage invited by Lin Mo and what they would do after winning the championship this time. The benefits brought to the family may last for decades.
Therefore, Lu Bu, as the host, did not even have the opportunity to say his opening remarks. Zhong Di, the eldest Yingchuan sage among the ten great scholars and Zhong Yao's father, stood on the general stage and shouted: "The poetry meeting has begun. .”
A gong rang and the scene became quiet.
Afterwards, the two men dressed in white walked towards the martial arts field.
The young and old Qiao were wearing the same gauze skirt as white as snow. They were slender and graceful in their manners, just like gods. Unfortunately, the faces of the two women were covered with veils, so their appearance was not visible at all.
Even so, those smart eyes also reveal a coolness that goes against the turbulent world, like a fairy who does not eat the fireworks of the world.
I don’t know how many people came here because of the reputation of Big and Little Qiao, so they immediately attracted the attention of countless people as soon as they appeared on the stage. In addition, the two girls’ guzheng music sometimes sounded like a torrent, and sometimes quietly sounded like still water. People were hooked.
Although I couldn't get a glimpse of Er Qiao's face, the beauty of half-hiding her face with her pipa in her arms seems to be more revealing of that mysterious beauty.
The scholars on the scene were either eating fruits or drinking fine wine, shaking their heads and indulging in it.
After the song, there were cheers.
After Er Qiao was blessed, he left gracefully.
"The competition begins!" As Zhong Di's old voice sounded, the scholars finally came to their senses and sighed with unfinished emotions.
Then, they picked up the brushes that had been prepared on the table and began to write furiously on the silk cloth.
Looking at this, it is obvious that everyone is well prepared.
Lu Bu, who was on the general stage, saw all the scholars immersed in writing, and couldn't help but look around, "Where is Yunwen, why don't you see him?"
"He seems to have gone out riding with the lady."
Zang Ba on the side whispered, "And he only rode one horse."
Lu Bu's face turned dark when he heard this. How long has it been? It's still romantic. It's understandable for young people to be young. Who hasn't been young yet? But you are holding such a big poetry gathering and you don't come. What are you doing? ?
Lu Bu also wondered if he had any clever plan, but now it seems that there is nothing.
You must know that the investment in this poetry meeting is all money from the treasury, not to mention the food and accommodation arrangements for these celebrities, sacrificing Anfeng's position to Lujiang scholars, just the fruit and drink for thousands of people in front of them. The amount of wine is astronomical.
It also reminded me that arrogant soldiers will be defeated and that we can never be complacent. I think you are very good now.
It was hard for Lu Bu not to get angry when this matter was left to others, but for Lin Mo, he could always challenge his bottom line again and again, and in the end he felt that he was wasted.
Not long after, someone began to send the silk cloth to the general stage for ten sages to take turns to review and approve.
Because in Xuzhou in October, the late autumn is cool and the air is crisp. In addition, there will be performances by Xiao Qiao later. Even after everyone submitted their works, no one left. Everyone sat quietly, and the great thing was that they discussed each other in low voices. s work.
In less than half an hour, the silk cloths on the ordering stage were piled up into several hills. The great scholars sometimes shook their heads and curled their lips, sometimes nodded slowly, whispered to each other, and commented on the works in their hands.
Before I knew it, the sun was getting low, but there was still half of the unapproved silk cloth. I guess I had to wait until the next day to announce the results.
Of course, during this process, it should be said that within three days, anyone with ideas can still submit their work.
That night, Pengcheng became a city that never sleeps, and scholars were all talking about their works during the day.
Xu Shu sat in the accustomed corner with some confusion, not knowing what was going on.
"Is there anything I can't understand? Doesn't Yuan Zhi know that Lin Mo, like Lu Bu, comes from a humble background, and it's not easy to know a few words? Do you still expect him to jump out and compete for talent?" Pang Tong drank his wine. , scoffed.
"I know that."
Xu Shu held his chin and muttered: "But how could someone as smart as him be able to defeat Cao Cao, who was at the height of his power, and destroy Yuan Shu's foundation with just a piece of stone?
This doesn't seem like something he should do. "
"After a few small wins, I forgot my last name. I thought that by organizing a poetry meeting, I could summon the world's scholars. I'm just talking nonsense."
Pang Tong, who didn't see anything clever, said coldly: "I will go back to Jingzhou when the results come out tomorrow. It will be a waste of time. What about you, are you following our Pang family's motorcade?"
Xu Shu took a deep breath, feeling a little melancholy.
He was interested in exploring Lu Bu's character. If it really worked out, he wouldn't mind assisting him.
He also knew that the most important person to see Lu Bu's quality was not Lu Bu, but Lin Mo.
But Lin Mo's move was really a fool's errand. He didn't show any talent or strategy. Could it be that his trip was really in vain.
"I may need to stay for a while." Xu Shu still thought in his heart that all this happened today could never be due to Lu Bu's luck. He, Lin Yunwen, shouldn't be wasting his fame in vain. He must have his purpose, but I still see well.
If he was considering this direction, Xu Shu felt that he should continue to stay and investigate.
If he could set up a trap that even he himself couldn't react to for a long time, then his methods would be enough to impress him.
"Could it be that Shi Yuan's heart is drawn to the Northern Kingdom?" It seemed like he was changing the subject, but in fact he was still trying to test Pang Tong's intention of staying.
Pang Tong sighed, bored, "Be it Cao Cao or Yuan Shao, they are both within my scope of consideration right now. Only their strength and foundation are worthy of my service."
"You, like Kong Ming, both have great talents. I don't know who will be favored by you two in the future."
In Xu Shu's view, it is possible for Pang Tong to choose the leader in a short period of time, but Zhuge Liang will not.
Pang Tong was backed by the Pang family of the four major families. He had sufficient foundation and was able to keep his word in Jingxiang.
As for Zhuge Liang, although the Zhuge family is also a celebrity, he lost his foundation after avoiding disaster and scattered. Naturally, he can shine with his own talent, but his role in the princes at the beginning is definitely far less than that of Pang Tong.
Of course, Xu Shu also knows that Zhuge Liang has been running the business in the past few years. He has established a reputation through Mr. Shui Jing, Sima Hui, and has recently gotten closer to the Huang family. It seems that he has an eye for Huang Yueying.
The Huang family is the first family outside the four major families, and is related to the Cai family. If this happens, Zhuge Liang's reputation in Jingzhou will reach a new peak.
At that time, he could truly be considered as famous as Pang Tong, not only for his talent, but also for his family background.
"I, Pang Tong, was born with a good head. I am not in a hurry to do business. I have plenty of time to think about it." Pang Tong was very arrogant.
Xu Shu was deeply convinced of this.
In addition to being full of talent, whoever wins Pang Tong is equivalent to having the support of the Pang family in Jingxiang. If you want to govern Jingzhou, the support of the four major families is indispensable.
Why is Jiangdong Sun Ce desperately fighting Shanyue now? Isn't it because the four major families seem to be inseparable from him.
In this state, it is inevitable to transfer the contradiction, which is also helpless.
Therefore, Pang Tong's pride seemed to Xu Shu, who came from a poor family, to be confident.
The next day, early in the morning, the scholars ran to the school grounds to check the rankings.
After an overnight review by ten great scholars, the results have come out.
The top three are, Xun Yun's "Viewing the Canghai", Zhou Zhong's "Yang of the Long River", and the work "Jieyou Fu" brought by Yang Dezu, who is full of confidence, is only third. This is unacceptable. It is actually better than the previous Yuan Family Poetry Club. The results are still poor.
Shady! There must be something shady!
The corners of Yang Xiu's eyes twitched, and his whole face turned red due to congestion.
But after he finished reading "Guan Cang Hai" and "Yang of the Long River", he suddenly felt like a deflated rubber ball, shaking his head helplessly.
Xun Yun's "Viewing the Sea" is rich in imagination, majestic, desolate and tragic. It outlines the magnificent scene of the sea swallowing up the sun and the moon, and encompassing thousands of things. It not only depicts the magnificence of the mountains and the sea, but also expresses the author's use of scenery to support his aspirations. What a poem, with the enterprising spirit of the world in mind.
"Yang of the Long River" is no less generous. From it, we can deeply understand a kind of attitude towards life: do everything humanly possible, obey God's will, do not force things, and do not do anything rashly.
These two works really put me at a disadvantage, and I didn’t lose unfairly.
"I didn't expect that the Xun family of Yingchuan would take the top spot."
“Isn’t it strange?
"You can't say that. Poems and songs are all about talent. Without talent, it doesn't matter how many books you collect."
"But no matter what, the leader of this poetry meeting has finally come out."
"Not necessarily. The poetry meeting lasted for three days, and today is only the second day."
"Yesterday, the scholars all submitted their works. Is it possible that someone can create a more majestic work than Guan Canghai?"
The scholars gathered in front of the list were talking and making comments.
Obviously, no one had any objections to "Guan Cang Hai" winning the first place, nor did they think anyone could create more outstanding poems and songs in the past two days, so many people gathered around Xun Yun to congratulate him.
"It's still a top-notch work."
Pang Tong, who was still drunk last night and drank again in the morning, had rosacea. He flattened his lips and nodded, "That's all, go back and make some preparations. Let's return to Jingzhou."
"A good poem, with a myriad of atmospheres, and a view of the past and present. This is not something that ordinary talents can do. I feel that the person who wrote this poem should be a hero or even an overlord." Xu Shu, who was also gathered in front of the list, couldn't help but murmur to himself. language.
Writing poetry certainly requires talent, but it also requires experience. Without a certain amount of experience and foundation, you cannot write such a poem.
Lu Bu, who was on the stage, crossed his arms and looked at the commentators in front of him, feeling calm and calm, as if the whole thing had nothing to do with him.
What on earth is this stinky boy Yunwen thinking? There are a lot of scholars here, and there are countless students from poor families, but the number of scholars in Ziyang Academy has only increased by more than twenty, so what's the use?
He also gave me a glazed treasure and spent so much money. He is really a prodigal. Keep building it and build it hard. In the end, our husband-in-law will only be laughed at!
Xiao Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, finally completing the task. From now on, he no longer has to be bound by Lu Bu, and can go home and get married with peace of mind.
The ten great scholars saw that no one had any objections to the list, and they were all ready to go back.
Some scholars even started to leave.
Just at this moment, there was a commotion outside the school grounds.
I saw a line of sergeants coming in carrying screens one after another. Everyone was confused and looked at each other. Even Lu Bu himself was confused as to why the soldiers from the patrol camp were here.
As the screens were placed around the martial arts arena, Zuo Rong held his head high and strode forward to the ten great scholars and bowed: "Gentlemen, please stay."
Then he waved his right hand, pointed around, and said: "Lanling Hou became very popular in poetry last night. He wrote ninety-nine poems in one night, all of which were written on the screen. Gentlemen, please comment!"
Arrogant! How is it possible to compose ninety-nine poems in one night?
Oh, maybe you think that piecing together things and doing them casually can be called poetry?
I have long heard that he was born in Lin Mo Jian, he could recognize a few words, and he also learned how to write poems.
It is true that everyone looked down upon Lin Mo's feat of composing ninety-nine poems in one night, and regarded him as just trying to please others.
Yang Xiu and Pang Tong both had disdain on their faces, and Xu Shu couldn't help but shook his head. Writing poetry is not that easy, young man.
Big and small Qiao also looked at each other, with surprise in their cool eyes.
"Sister, do you think the Marquis of Lanling is trying to be mysterious? How could he compose poems all night? Is it possible that he hired help?" Xiao Qiao muttered as he came to Da Qiao's side.
Da Qiao shook his head, "No, there is no one in the world who doesn't care about his reputation. If he really has this ability, he may not be able to grab a knife for him."
Xiao Qiao curled his lips knowingly, then he must be bragging.
Forget about them, even Lu Bu, who had always been full of confidence in Lin Mo, was stunned now. Son-in-law, you are playing too big.
However, the ten great scholars cannot just sit idly by and watch. They are here to be examiners. If someone submits a work, it must be graded. Even if it is a mess, it must be brought to an end.
Then, under the leadership of Zhong Di, the ten great scholars began to move closer to the screen.
With just one glance, Zhong Di and the nine great scholars behind him were stunned.
"The great roc rises with the wind in one day and soars up to 90,000 miles; if the wind dies down and comes down, it can still win away the water."
What a poem, especially the opening line: "The roc rises with the wind one day and soars ninety thousand miles." It can be said to be exciting, and the ambition of young people is vividly reflected.
This poem alone is not inferior to Guan Canghai. Zhong Di feels that there will be another discussion about who will win the top poem today.
No.
wrong!
Ninety-eight more songs!
Zhong Di, who was nearly seventy years old, moved towards other screens with difficulty.
The scholars present couldn't help but become a little suspicious, why did Zhong Lao's expression look wrong?
Not only Mr. Zhong, but other great scholars also had strange expressions.
Could it be.
Everyone immediately moved closer.
Even Lu Bu couldn't help but jumped down from the judging table, found a screen and looked at it.
Xiao Qiao wanted to join in the fun, but was rejected by Da Qiao's eyes.
They came here just to get their freedom, and they didn't need to worry too much about other things. This was what the old father specifically told them before leaving.
"Live as a hero, die as a ghost"
“I don’t see you, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea never to return.”
"The moon in the sea has tears, and the sun in Lantian is warm and jade produces smoke."
"The wind is strong and the sky is high, the apes are howling in mourning, and the white birds are flying back from the clear sand in the desert."
"The clouds think of clothes, the flowers think of face, the spring breeze blows the threshold and the dew is strong."
"The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky."
For a time, the entire school grounds was filled with the sound of poetry being recited, and there was no longer any discussion.
They seemed to have forgotten about being surprised, forgetting to praise, and forgetting about poetry meetings. They devoted themselves wholeheartedly to the scenery, feelings and moods described in the poems.
Even the most arrogant Yang Xiu and Pang Tong couldn't help themselves.
The ninety-nine screens attracted everyone like magic.
Finally, after a full hour, the nine great scholars led by Zhong Di finished reading all the poems on the screen.
Their expressions were solemn and calm, and they slowly walked towards the general stage.
The figures of the ten great scholars also touched the hearts of the scholars present.
Although, they all knew that the result was out, not to mention the people present, even if all the scholars in the world were tied together, no one could shake Lin Motou's position.
However, they still preferred to hear Zhong Di shout out the final result.
"There are one stone in the world of talent, Lin Yunwen has eight fights, and everyone in the world has two fights!"
When Zhong Di shouted the words, everyone was silent.
He did not call Lin Mo the best poet, but gave him such a shocking reputation, which was equivalent to pushing Lin Mo to the position of leader of the world's literati.
But
Was he wrong?
It seems there isn't either.
Of these ninety-nine poems, which one is not a quatrain that can be sung for a long time and be famous for generations?
What is poetry? This is called poetry. What we did yesterday didn’t matter. It was just trying to make a fool of ourselves.
What is even more commendable is that he, Lin Yunwen, wrote ninety-nine poems overnight. He is extremely talented and the first person in history.
It's not an exaggeration to say that he has eight talents, and it's really not an exaggeration.
Yang Xiu was incompetent and furious. Didn't he say that he was an illiterate untouchable? How could that be possible!
I saw it with my own eyes, but I have to admit that any one of these ninety-nine poems would crush me.
Xu Shu pressed his chin and pursed his lips. So, this was Lin Yunwen's ultimate goal?
Winning the Master of Poetry, and then using it to win over the poor families in the world, cultivate his own power, and even attract the attention and interest of wealthy families.
It is indeed brilliant, brilliant.
This is what I think of Lin Yunwen.
Xu Shu's heart was moved. He felt that such a person and such a master were worthy of his assistance.
"Hey, my son-in-law, Lin Yunwen is my son-in-law." Lu Bu smiled from ear to ear, constantly emphasizing Lin Mo's identity to the scholars.
Yes, Lu Bu was very excited, even happier than when he captured Guangling and Lujiang.
His status as a border refugee, which has always been criticized by others, is his source of frustration, as it seems difficult for him to reach the upper reaches of society.
But, but, I found a son-in-law, and he was actually called by the great scholar Zhong Di as a man with the most talents in the world. He is a man of great ancestry, a great ancestral figure!
Lu Bu's eyes were actually moist.
He was really happy, and this happiness was not like the momentary excitement of winning the city, but like the anger that had been accumulated in his heart for many years was released in one fell swoop.
Yunwen, that brat, why don't you ride a red rabbit when you go horseback riding with Ling'er? What if you fall and get hurt? No, I'll scold him a few times when I see him.
"Why isn't Marquis Lanling present?"
Finally, someone asked the question.
"Yes, he is the leader of poetry, a man of great talent. I heard that he is not yet in his prime. Please ask Marquis Wen to let him come out so that we can see him."
"Chen Jin of Yingchuan, please see Marquis Lanling."
"Please meet Marquis Lanling!"
With these shouts, Lu Bu finally felt that his identity as the host was remembered by everyone. These sour and rotten people had turned a blind eye to me in the past two days and now they are extremely polite.
It has to be my son-in-law.
"Okay, okay, I'll send someone to tell him right now." Lu Bu waved his hand proudly.
It seemed that at this moment, the atmosphere of the poetry meeting really became high.
People seemed to have finally realized that what Zhong Di said was not only not an exaggeration, it should also be a bit lower.
Because Lin Mo has never been good at poetry. He is a military wizard who is rare to see in a century.
Especially in the battle of burning Anfeng County, he was able to help Liu Bei defeat the enemy in Pengcheng. He was really strategizing and winning thousands of miles away.
Before the sergeant sent to invite someone could run out of the school grounds, a person came to the entrance.
The man was dressed in a white Confucian robe, and his azure bridle showed elegance. He had a sword hanging on his waist, and the cloak behind him was rustling. He was dressed like a knight who traveled around the world.
The young man in white robe walked to the center of the martial arts arena, cupped his fists and raised his hands to the great scholars on the general stage, "Junior Lin Mo and Lin Yunwen, I have met all of you gentlemen!"
There were dull faces all around.
Is he Lin Mo?
Lanlinghou Lin Mo?
He is really young and promising, and his demeanor and talent are all top-notch at the time.
Da Qiao in the distance couldn't help but tilt his head and look at Lin Mo. This handsome young man, with his extraordinary talent in poetry and prose, and his unfailing record, could be regarded as the best person in the world.
Da Qiao, who was already cold, felt his heart swaying.
Xiao Qiao also blinked and couldn't help but mutter in his heart that the talents from Jiangnan were far inferior to this person in terms of talent, fame or appearance.
Since both Qiao and Qiao instinctively took two steps towards Lin Mo's position, this move was seen by many scholars and they screamed in their hearts.
Damn it, it would be great if the person standing on the stage was me. Not only would I become famous all over the world in one fell swoop, but I could also win the hearts of beautiful women. It would be a story for eternity!
Not to mention them, even Lu Bu was sighing in his heart, Yunwen, you brat is more majestic today than I was in the battle at Hulao Pass.
"Okay, okay, he's talented, gentle, and a hero comes from a young boy." Zhong Di nodded.
"May I ask sir, can this junior be regarded as the top poet of this poetry meeting?" Lin Mo still clasped his fists and shouted loudly.
Pang Tong sneered in his heart, pretending, right? Do you want to emphasize it again?
"Of course! You wrote ninety-nine poems in one night, each one of which is enough to be sung. You deserve to be the best poet." Zhong Di replied.
"Thank you sir, but"
Everyone held their breath and looked at Lin Mo in rapt attention, "It's actually one hundred works, not ninety-nine. Please allow me, the juniors, to read the last work in front of everyone. If gentlemen think this is also a good work, then this is the best poet." Deserved."
"oh?"
At this time, the ten great scholars became interested again, "Are there any good works? Read them quickly!"
The ninety-nine poems just written have already made everyone feel excited, and even some elderly people have great ambitions.
The last one at the bottom of the box must be more outstanding than the previous ninety-nine, otherwise he would not choose to ask to read it in public at this time.
It is like this, it must be like this.
Not only Zhong Di and the other ten great sages, but also the scholars present felt that this must be the case. They all stretched their necks, swallowed their saliva, and waited for Lin Mo.
"However, this is not a poem, but an essay."
"Episode?"
Everyone didn't wait for a masterpiece, but only waited for such a sentence, and they couldn't help but feel a little confused.
You must know that appeals are documents used for instructions, recruitment, denunciation, etc. Theoretically speaking, this kind of carrier cannot be more brilliant than those poems just now.
But he is Lin Yunwen, a man who has the most talents in the world. The scholars wanted to believe it, so they hurriedly urged: "We have agreed that there is no limit on the subject matter, any poem, song, or poem. Forget it, please invite the Marquis of Lanling." Read quickly!"
good.
What I want is your words.
Lin Mo slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, opened them suddenly, and shouted loudly:
"Gai Wenming's master intends to control the crisis, and loyal ministers are worried that it is difficult to establish power. Therefore, there are extraordinary people, and then there are extraordinary things; there are extraordinary things, and then there are extraordinary achievements.
Sikong Cao Cao, one of his grandfathers often served Teng. Together with Zuo Ying and Xu Huang, he was a monster. He was gluttonous and tyrannical, hurting and abusing the people; Stealing the tripod and overturning the heavy weapon
The person who wins the title of leader will be granted the title of 5,000 households and be rewarded with 50 million yuan. Don't ask any questions about those who are partial to the generals and officials in the school. Widely publicize the favor, Banyan Fu rewards, and announce it to the world. The Xian envoys know that the Holy Dynasty is in trouble. Just like the law! "
This was Chen Lin's plea against thieves. After Lin Mo recited it in one breath, the entire school fell into deathly silence, with nothing else but the sound of wind.
Everyone stared at Lin Mo with wide eyes, at a loss.
This, this, this.
Is this a denunciation of Cao Cao?
Is this an attack on Cao Cao?
As expected of Lin Yunwen, who was extremely talented. He scolded Cao Cao in the letter, but the whole letter showed a domineering attitude. It must be a masterpiece that can be spread at home and abroad.
Xu Shu staggered back two steps. When he looked at Lin Mo again, his eyes showed fear and fear instead of the admiration just now.
Such machinations, such calculations of the city, shocking methods, shocking methods!
He finally understood what Lin Mo wanted to do.
This poem meeting was just a starting point from beginning to end. What he really wanted to do was to read out this denunciation in front of everyone.
First, he used ninety-nine poems to establish his position as the leader of poems, and the final essay against thieves became the leader over other works.
Just imagine, if everyone recognizes that he is Shikui, it means they agree with his appeal, and they will naturally follow the content of the appeal and denounce Cao Cao.
This is clearly forcing everyone to join him in revolting against Cao Cao.
Oh my god, this person. Xu Shu swallowed, feeling his scalp numb and his head trembling. He couldn't even think of words to use to describe Lin Mo.
A person who is less than a young man has such deep intentions.
I finally understand why Lu Bu can rise so quickly. Whoever gets help from this person will achieve great things for a long time!
If Xu Shu was still a little hesitant at the beginning, then from this moment on, he will not leave Xuzhou.
Lu Bu is the person he wants to assist.
Not because of Lu Bu, just because of Lin Mo.
No matter it was Sima Hui, Zhuge Liang or Pang Tong, including the Yingchuan heroes he knew well, no one could ever make him feel fear.
If this world doesn't belong to him, who else can it belong to?
"Are you still leaving?" Xu Shu looked at Pang Tong aside and found that he was also sluggish, and he didn't even notice the wine pouring out of the gourd.
"Leave right away."
Pang Tong turned around and left, then turned back and whispered: "This man is too dangerous and has evil intentions. If he stays in Lu Bu's camp, I'm afraid he will die sooner or later."
The corner of Xu Shu's mouth twitched, and he asked with a sneer: "Then you are not afraid of meeting him on the battlefield in the future?"
Pang Tong stood stunned for a while, obviously feeling palpitated, and then said disdainfully: "On the battlefield, it is not certain who will win. Besides, even if I want to vote for Lu Bu, I will make a balance to see if he can defeat Cao Cao. "
Pang Tong and Xu Shu are different after all.
He needs to consider the interests of the Pang family. If he catches a shipwreck, not only will his talents be buried, but the family may also be annexed by the other three families.
Caution is never wrong.
Xu Shu didn't have these worries. After seeing Lin Mo's methods with his own eyes, he was convinced.
Not leaving!
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