As Tuoba Feixiong finished speaking, Huangfu Sheng glanced at the three Tianshengyuan Hongru. Among the three old men, the red-faced old man on the left understood what he was doing. He took a step forward and said loudly.
"I also wrote a poem to present to the Great Yan Empire and His Majesty Yan Emperor. This poem is called "Yong Carbon""
“When you cut through the chaos, you get black gold, which contains the deepest Yang and meaning.
The ardent fire burns brightly and rejuvenates the spring, and the huge furnace shines through the dark night.
Ding Yi Yuan relies on the power of creation, but the iron and stone still remain in the heart after death.
I hope that everyone in the world will be well fed and warm, and will go out of their way to the mountains and forests without any hesitation. "
The old man's voice was like a bell, and every word was like thunder rolling down, hitting everyone's heart hard.
Although this poem is not as sharp and sharp as the poem "Four Harmonies Returning to the Heart" just now, it demonstrates a profound "innocent heart".
When a poem is completed, it makes people sigh and awe, but at the same time, they feel inexplicably "ashamed of themselves". The "inner demons" in their hearts have nowhere to hide, and they actually feel like they are in a state of chaos.
The red-faced old man's poem had just finished, and the third old man had already come out and uttered the last poem!
"Your Majesty, I will give you a final poem called "Tao Zang"!"
The old man's voice was not as rich and high-pitched as the first two. His voice was ethereal and undulating, as if falling from the clouds in the sky.
"The golden altar is the dawn of dawn, and the true energy is slightly solemn.
The setting moon holds the immortal sinus in its mouth, and the early morning glow blows on the feathers.
The fragrance follows the dragon festival, and the clouds fly with the phoenix and flute.
Staying in Penglai Opera temporarily, returning only after a thousand years.
…
Burning incense, three birds arrive, and nine immortals refine the medicine.
Under the spiritual book in the sky, there are wonderful tricks in the air.
The smoke is coming out, and the mist is playing in the sky. "
Listening to the old man reciting poems like singing, everyone present felt a sense of trance and drowsiness, as if they were listening to the sound of the great road, with only piety and reverence in their hearts. They were immersed in it and couldn't extricate themselves!
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After a long time, silence has returned to the main hall, and the three poems "Returning to the Heart of Four Harmonies", "Yong Carbon" and "Tao Zang" presented by the three Tianshengyuan Hongru have been completed.
At this moment, the sky above Linde Hall was filled with thick dark clouds, covering the surrounding areas.
Within the holy mountain barrier dozens of miles away, the calm dark clouds on the mountaintop suddenly rolled, and golden lightning boiled.
"hold head high……!"
A loud and distant roar, as if from ancient times, rushed up to the nine heavens, and the voice was filled with endless anger and unwillingness.
At this moment, the entire Linde Hall was completely silent and silent, shrouded in a strange atmosphere.
Many people in the hall had a strange feeling. They felt that they had not changed at all, but they felt inexplicably depressed in their hearts, as if they were enveloped by an invisible pressure.
This is an inexplicable and strange change, subtle and without a trace.
However, there are many people in the palace who are highly cultivated in the Great Yan Empire, but at this moment, some people are showing signs of shock and anger.
After listening to these three poems, Tuoba Feixiong, who was sitting on the throne, also had a cold light in his eyes, and suddenly looked at Huangfu Sheng!
"Master Huangfu, is this the gift His Majesty Yuan Emperor and you gave me?"
Under the cold questioning, an extremely terrifying pressure and a sense of godless power suddenly enveloped Huangfu Sheng.
Even though the scope of this coercion had been shrunk to the extreme by Tuoba Feixiong, once it was released, the entire Linde Hall still shook violently, and the ground began to crack. The scene was extremely horrifying!
Faced with this terrifying pressure, Huangfu Sheng's body trembled, and arcane runes suddenly appeared around him, exuding a milky white luster, lingering around him, enveloping him like a barrier.
However, in the face of Emperor Yan's wrath, this barrier seemed to be somewhat unable to withstand it.
The runes flowing on the surface began to tremble violently, cracks appeared on the surface of the barrier, and there were faint signs of collapse, and even the ground under Huangfu Sheng's feet was dented.
Huangfu Sheng's expression had always been extremely calm. Until this moment, it finally changed, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.
But then he held a string of jade-white beads in his hand, and with a slight movement in his mind, a surge of supreme power was released. It was also an extremely powerful aura of majesty, covering his whole body like a substance, Huangfu Sheng's figure Becoming as stable as a rock again.
Feeling the aura on this string of jade beads, Tuoba Feixiong's pupils shrank, and there was a trace of surprise in his eyes.
At this moment, Huangfu Sheng had regained his composure and said to Tuoba Feixiong: "Emperor Yan is indeed extremely powerful, but I still ask Emperor Yan to calm down and accept our emperor's wishes, so as to prevent our emperor from feeling uneasy."
After hearing this, Tuoba Feixiong fell into silence. His hands behind him could not help but clenched into fists, and the void behind him became distorted.
From all this, we can see the furious murderous intention at the heart of His Majesty the Emperor Yan.
However, after struggling for a long time, Tuoba Feixiong finally calmed down.
He stared at Huangfu Sheng with both eyes, and the terrifying power around him was withdrawn like a tide, and he nodded slowly.
"I... accept His Majesty Yuan Emperor's wishes. Please rest assured, Emperor Yuan!"
After saying that, Tuoba Feixiong slowly sat back on the dragon chair behind him. The moment he sat down, the majestic emperor actually showed a hint of fatigue.
The majestic body that originally seemed to be able to hold up for eternity was now slightly bent, as if it had become much older in an instant.
Even though he was full of unwillingness and wanted to vent his anger, however, he faced the huge country that had dominated the mainland for nearly ten thousand years and was like the "Supreme Continent".
He knew that the current Great Yan Empire was far from capable of confronting it head-on. Resistance would only lead to disaster, and the Tuoba clan's ancestral efforts would be wasted. He could only put the overall situation first and accept all this for the time being. .
But he also knew what the "price" of accepting this gift would be.
Today's seemingly ordinary three poems have had an astonishing impact on the Great Yan Empire.
The implicit meanings of these three poems are "literary and martial arts", "innocent heart" and "the true meaning of the great road". All three are the key to a country's destiny.
Three great Confucian scholars in Tianshengyuan used Confucianism and Taoism to recite it in front of hundreds of civil and military officials and members of the royal family of the Great Yan Empire. It not only captured the hearts of the people, but also the destiny of the Great Yan Empire.
These three "national-suppressing poems" have invisibly suppressed the destiny of the Great Yan Empire. This suppression is enough to suppress the national destiny for a hundred years!
Unless Tuoba Feixiong desperately kills all the Tianyuan Dynasty envoys including Huangfu Sheng on the spot, everything can be eliminated.
But if this is the case, it will be tantamount to completely going against the Tianyuan Dynasty.
At this moment, Tuoba Feixiong finally realized the true purpose of Huangfu Sheng's trip.
The previous civil and military contests were just appetizers. These three "national poems" were their real killer moves.
Suppressing the Dayan Empire's century-old national destiny caused Dayan to lose its "natural time", and it could no longer threaten the rule of the Tianyuan Dynasty.
This is undoubtedly a heavy blow to Tuoba Feixiong, who is full of ambitions.
Also aware of all this, there are many powerful people from the Great Yan Empire, including Tuoba Ningyue.
After hearing the poems of the three great scholars of Tianshengyuan, her expression changed drastically, and her eyes were filled with shock and anger.
However, even her father was unable to reverse all this, let alone her?
For a moment, Tuoba Ningyue's pretty face turned pale slightly, and she felt a strong sense of powerlessness in her heart.
Facing the ruthless suppression of the Tianyuan Dynasty, even as powerful as Dayan, it was difficult to resist at all!
These three national poems are so powerful and vicious.
Just when Tuoba Ningyue fell into a sad and helpless situation, Han Feng's muttering came from behind.
"The skills of these three old guys are average. Damn, they are pretty good at showing off."
Today, under these three national poems, the entire Great Yan Empire, from the king to the civil and military ministers, is like a dark cloud covering the sky, falling into darkness. Everyone feels extremely frustrated and lonely.
But Han Feng was the exception. First of all, he was not from the Great Yan Empire.
Secondly, although the three poems just now were magically enchanted and possessed astonishing divine power, the Taoist secrets in Han Feng's body were so miraculous that they actually operated on their own, preventing him from being affected in the slightest.
Han Feng couldn't help but despise the poems written by these three old men, thinking that the level of the three poems seriously did not match their "powerful style".
Han Feng's unintentional complaint woke up Tuoba Ningyue, who had lost her mind. Her eyes suddenly lit up and she suddenly turned to look at Han Feng.
"Han Feng, you have such extraordinary talent and learning, do you have a way to resolve those three poems that subjugate the country?"
Han Feng was startled by Tuoba Ningyue's scorching gaze. Hearing this, his heart skipped a beat and he quickly shook his head.
"No...no, I don't have that ability. He is a great scholar, and I am just a talented person from a small county. I can't compare to a big one!"
Feeling that he had attracted Huangfu Sheng's attention, Han Feng made up his mind that he would fight to the end and not be in the limelight.
Seeing Han Feng shaking his head in denial, Tuoba Ningyue refused to give up and said: "Han Feng, if you can easily deal with those national scholars, you must have a way to deal with these three Tianshengyuan Hongru, please help me once, okay ?"
At this moment, Tuoba Ningyue's voice actually contained a hint of pleading, and there was actually a charming look on her face.
Han Feng couldn't help but his heart skipped a beat when he saw this. Although he had a very bad opinion of Tuoba Ningyue, the relationship between the two could be said to be on the same level.
But after all, the two of them had the most intimate relationship, and it wasn't just the first or two times, it was many times!
It is impossible to say that he has no special feelings for Tuoba Ningyue.
This was the first time he saw the other person showing such a weak and pleading attitude in front of him. Han Feng was inevitably a little soft-hearted.
But it only took a moment of softness before Han Feng became cruel again.
He is not a fool who will obey the advice of a beautiful woman. He knows that helping the Great Yan Empire will not bring any benefit to him, and will also put him in a dangerous situation of "people's attention", so Han Feng will never be stupid.
Even though he couldn't bear it and even felt a little sad for Tuoba Ningyue, Han Feng still spoke firmly.
"Your Highness, I'm sorry, I..."
Before Han Feng could say "reject", a hand suddenly grabbed his shoulder like lightning. Immediately, Han Feng felt his feet leave the ground, his body was in the air, and then he was suddenly kicked hard on his butt.
"Ouch……!"
Han Feng let out a cry of pain.
The next moment, he was already flying past Tuoba Ningyue like a cloud and mist. Under the astonished gazes of everyone in the hall, he flew all the way to the center of the hall, in front of the three eminent scholars of the Tiansheng Academy.
Before Han Feng could recover, Tuoba Ningyue's decisive voice could be heard from behind.
"Father, there is a chief eunuch in my daughter's palace. This man is very talented in literature. He wants to compete with three great scholars!"
(PS: Three updates today. I am going to Sanya, Hainan tomorrow to attend the annual meeting of Zongheng Chinese Network. There will be many authors there, as well as great masters who have followed updates in the past. Hehe... This event is very well arranged. , I won’t return to Chengdu until the 21st, but I will carry my computer on my back and try my best to update two chapters a day.)
