As soon as Han Feng's three poems came out, the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and the bright moon shone brightly in the sky. The entire Linde Hall seemed to have holy light washing away the dust.
A ray of breeze blew by, and everyone in the Great Yan Empire felt as if they had been baptized, and their spirits suddenly became uplifted.
There were even people who suddenly broke free from their shackles and achieved a breakthrough in martial arts cultivation with their aura trembling violently on the spot!
This is an extremely miraculous phenomenon. Originally, Han Feng's three poems did not have any special abilities, but with the power of "literary arts", the three great scholars suppressed the great fortune of the Great Yan Empire for hundreds of years, and the situation became a success.
This general trend has invisibly put heavy pressure on everyone in the Great Yan Empire, leaving behind inner demons, which will have a profound impact on their future cultivation.
However, as soon as Han Feng's three poems came out at this moment, they were "using words to break the words", directly crushing this general trend.
At the same time, he also helped everyone to get rid of the inner demons that were causing trouble. When the pressure was released, some people's minds naturally improved and they accidentally broke through the bottleneck.
Unlike these people of the Great Yan Empire who were a blessing in disguise, when Han Feng's three poems were completed, the eyes of the three Hong Confucians who wrote three poems to subjugate the country showed shock and horror at the same time.
Immediately, the three of them turned pale, and spit out a mouthful of blood at the same time. The awe-inspiring righteousness on their bodies was greatly reduced, their auras quickly withered, and the realm of the three of them dropped directly!
It turned out that those three poems to conquer the country contained the mysterious power that the three people had condensed with their own Dao. Now that it was broken, their Taoist hearts were damaged, which directly affected their cultivation.
The other seven great scholars of the Tianyuan Dynasty present, as well as all the state officials, were all shocked at the same time.
At this moment, the head of the three great scholars, the white-haired old man, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, raised his head and stared deeply at Han Feng, with an expression of disbelief in his eyes and murmuring in his mouth.
"This... this poem can... determine the country!"
"This poem can determine the country!"
Just five words contained the infinite awe and shock in the heart of this great scholar of Tianshengyuan.
If we say that the poem the three of them just composed can be said to be a "national-preserving poem" that can suppress the fate of the Great Yan Empire.
Then these three poems by Han Feng can be called "poems that determine the country", and they can determine the fate of the Great Yan Empire for hundreds of years or even hundreds of years!
As soon as the old man said this, Huangfu Sheng and Tuoba Feixiong both changed their expressions. Huangfu Sheng's expression turned slightly cold, and his eyes were filled with surprise and uncertainty.
But Tuoba Feixiong's eyes were bright, staring at Han Feng with blazing eyes, as if he saw a "rare jade"!
Tuoba Ningyue, who had previously used a trick to force Han Feng onto the stage, was now completely stunned.
She just had the attitude of "treating a dead horse as a live doctor" and let Han Feng come on stage to give it a try.
But he never expected that as soon as Han Feng came on the stage, he actually defeated three great scholars from Tianshengyuan and directly solved the bad luck attached to the Great Yan Empire with three poems that determined the country. This is really incredible.
At this moment, the focus of everyone's attention is the "Korean style" who is dressed in a white lin python robe, has an elegant aura, and is stunningly talented.
Looking at the three Hongru people vomiting blood in front of them, and the shocked expressions of everyone in all directions.
He sneered in his heart, but he was not surprised at all, because in his opinion, all this was taken for granted.
Although the other party is a contemporary scholar of Tianshengyuan, with the most talented people in the world, Han Feng's three poems come from the three top poets in the past life: "Li Bai", "Du Fu" and "Wang Wei"!
You must know that in the five thousand years of splendid history of Chinese civilization, there are only three of them who can be called "Poetry Immortal", "Poetry Sage" and "Poetry Buddha".
He even moved out the three "immortals, saints, and Buddhas". Of course, the three self-proclaimed Confucians were directly "killed" by Han Feng!
When everyone finally woke up from the three poems that determined the country, Han Feng stood still, clasped his fists, and bowed to the three eminent scholars in front.
"Three old gentlemen, I accept."
The three of them looked at Han Feng, who looked calm, and looked at each other, but they were all a little bitter for a moment.
After a long time, the white-haired old man at the head sighed softly and said: "Hey... as expected, there are talented people in this generation. My little friend has a unique talent, far better than the three of me. We really missed it."
After saying that, the three of them bowed to Han Feng together, looking ashamed, and wanted to turn around and leave the stage.
However, at this time, the other seven "Taoist masters of Tianshengyuan" who came with the three people came from the sky and appeared beside the three people, looking at Han Feng coldly.
One of the sharp-eyed old men with eagle eyes made a scholarly salute to Han Feng and spoke calmly.
"This little friend has amazing talents. But why is this little friend so unknown to everyone even though he has such amazing talent? Isn't it unfair to be a small eunuch in the Great Yan Empire?"
Han Feng clearly felt that these seven people came with bad intentions. After hearing this, he just smiled and responded: "Whether you are talented or not does not seem to have anything to do with your status as a junior, right?"
When the old man heard this, he sneered.
"Haha, what my little friend said is certainly true, but as the saying goes, it is better to travel thousands of miles than to read thousands of books. We, the literati, dance in writing, recite poems and write poems, which may seem illusory, but everything comes from reality.
My little friend, the three poems you just composed are truly stunning to both ancient and modern times, and will be remembered for generations to come.
However, these three poems have very different styles, magnificent diction, and unconstrained content. The many scenes they describe seem to have been created by people who have traveled across thousands of mountains and rivers and are accustomed to seeing all kinds of things in the world.
My little friend, you are only twenty years old now, and you live in the depths of the palace. I really don’t understand, how can you write those three shocking poems? "
As soon as the old man said this, he couldn't help but cause a commotion on the scene.
Everyone carefully savored the three poems Han Feng had just written, and immediately felt this way. How could they write such poems without personal experience? But this father-in-law is so young that it is obviously impossible for him to have such a rich experience.
Could it be...
The eagle-eyed old man's eyes suddenly became sharp, and he sneered and asked again.
"Could it be that you hired someone to write for you, or plagiarized other people's poems? This is a taboo for literati!"
In one sentence, Han Feng was directly pushed to the forefront.
Just now, everyone was amazed and shocked by Han Feng's three "poems that established the country". They didn't think about it carefully. Now, after everyone calmed down, they felt that this matter was a bit weird.
It is said that when something goes wrong, there must be a demon. Many people who are well-read in poetry and books here can't help but think secretly. These three poems can be said to be otherworldly and can be passed down through the ages.
It would be fine if the other party was written by a contemporary Confucian scholar. How could a mere leader eunuch write such a powerful poem?
For a time, many people in the main hall cast suspicious glances at Han Feng, including many civil servants of Dayan.
And those seven Tianshengyuan Hongru felt the change in the atmosphere at the scene, and some of them couldn't help but have a glimmer of pride in their eyes.
This time they were ordered to come and cooperate with the imperial master to present three poems to suppress the Great Yan Empire's century-old national destiny. They thought that this matter would be smooth sailing, but they did not expect that a young eunuch would be killed.
The other party actually wrote three "poems that determined the country", which "supported" the national destiny of the Great Yan Empire, which had been suppressed, and even became stronger than before. It even made the three Taoist masters "vomit blood and fall" on the spot.
Not to mention whether they can suppress the national destiny of the Great Yan Empire again.
But the great Confucian scholar of Tianshengyuan lost to a little-known little eunuch from the Great Yan Empire. Once this matter spreads out, it will surely attract the ridicule of the people in the world.
Tianshengyuan cannot afford to lose face, so the seven people must save face for Tianshengyuan.
Faced with the on-the-spot questioning from the great scholar of Tianshengyuan and the gradually strange looks from everyone in the audience,
However, Han Feng's expression did not change at all, his eyes suddenly glanced at the seven Tianshengyuan Hongru, and he said calmly.
"The old gentleman is right. With the age and knowledge of this junior, it is natural that he would not be able to write such a poem under normal circumstances."
When everyone heard this, their astonishment became more and more intense. The old man who had spoken before even laughed and said, "Young man, are you just asking for it?"
"Hahaha……"
Han Feng suddenly laughed wildly, his smile full of disdain and arrogance.
Just when everyone was stunned and confused about what he meant, Han Feng spoke again: "To be honest, juniors dream every night.
In my dream, I traveled across thousands of mountains and rivers, all over the world, saw whales swallowing thousands of miles, saw sandstorms in the desert, and also saw the aurora, bright day and night in the far north...
I have seen many things in my dreams and written many poems and articles in my dreams. "
As soon as Han Feng said this, the whole place couldn't help but fall into silence. Immediately, the seven great scholars across from him looked at each other, and then all seven of them laughed at the same time.
"Hahaha……!"
The eagle-eyed old man couldn't help but shook his head and sighed: "Looking at my little friend's words, I think that even if those three poems were not written by my little friend, I still have some talent.
However, it is okay for me to deceive myself and others with such nonsense and Miao Tianxia's "dream talk". It is not appropriate to say such words in front of His Majesty Yan Emperor and the Imperial Master. "
It must be said that this old man was extremely aggressive towards Han Feng, and his seemingly casual words were intended to hurt his heart.
He clearly accused Han Feng of talking nonsense and treating everyone present as fools, including Emperor Yan and Imperial Master Huangfu, with the intention of deceiving the emperor.
Han Feng naturally heard the other party's "evil intention", and couldn't help but the cold light flashed in his eyes, but the smile on his face became thicker, and he looked at the seven scholars opposite him with undisguised mockery.
Han Feng said contemptuously: "Forgive me for having the guts to speak out. What I have learned in my dreams over the years, although not a scholar, is unprecedented.
But if you want to be better than the great scholars of Tianshengyuan in poetry, I can only say that it is easy and effortless! "
