"What!"
Hearing Han Feng actually say that he could defeat all the eminent scholars of Tiansheng Academy in a poem without any effort, everyone present was stunned for a moment, and then there was a continuous sound of gasping in the hall.
You must know that Tianshengyuan has a transcendent status in the Tianyuan Dynasty, and there are countless scholars who have come out of it. These ten scholars in front of you have extremely high status in Tianshengyuan.
Han Feng actually said that he could crush the opponent in poetry. These words can no longer be described as "arrogant".
Even Tuoba Ningyue, who had just been shocked by Han Feng's three national-defining poems and was grateful to Han Feng, felt a hint of admiration.
Seeing this situation, everyone couldn't help feeling anxious, secretly cursing Han Feng for being too impulsive and falling into someone else's trap.
Originally, Han Feng wrote three poems that determined the country, and the crisis in the Great Yan Empire has been resolved. Whether these three poems are Han Feng's original works or not, it is no longer important, and there is no need to get entangled with them.
If the two sides fight again, and Han Feng loses to these seven great scholars, and the other party takes the opportunity to write a country-suppressing poem like the previous three, it will be a big disaster for the Great Yan Dynasty.
However, when Han Feng let out his wild words, Tuoba Ningyue knew that what happened today could no longer be a good thing.
Sure enough, upon hearing that Han Feng was so contemptuous of Tianshengyuan, the seven eminent scholars of Tianshengyuan looked angry at the same time, and everyone shouted angrily.
The leader, the eagle-eyed old man, shouted in a cold voice: "Humph, you ignorant, fearless kid. Do you really think that because you plagiarized three poems, no one in the world can punish you?"
Han Feng did not restrain himself, but laughed loudly and said: "As the saying goes, true gold is not afraid of fire. Since some old gentlemen are questioning the authenticity of the knowledge of the younger generation, why waste their words.
Let's try it again. I just don't know if you... have the courage? "
Hearing this, everyone present was stunned. None of them expected that Han Feng would dare to propose a competition.
The old man with eagle eyes was also slightly startled, but then he sneered disdainfully and said: "Haha... I have nothing to be afraid of. How do you plan to compete? Just tell me, I will take care of you at Tiansheng Academy!"
As a contemporary eminent scholar of Tianshengyuan, the old man considered himself to be extremely knowledgeable and talented. He had no fear at all. Instead, he took this opportunity to save the face of Tianshengyuan in public.
Seeing the old man's agreement, Han Feng showed a sneer in his eyes, and then said proudly: "Humph, didn't you just think that those three poems were plagiarized by me?
Okay, let's still discuss winning or losing based on poetry. I will write the poem first, and the seven of you can work together to solve the problem. As long as there is a poem and you can beat me, I will lose! "
As soon as Han Feng said this, everyone was shocked again. He actually wanted to challenge seven Confucian scholars with his own strength!
Arrogant, so arrogant, this is so arrogant that there is no limit to it.
The seven great scholars from Tianshengyuan were all stunned for a while, and then the eagle-eyed old man couldn't help but laugh angrily.
"Okay, okay, okay! I want to see how many more peerless poems you can write. If you can really beat the seven of us, I can take the title of Taoist Master of Tianshengyuan myself!"
"a man of his words!"
Han Feng waved his hand and shouted loudly in the hall: "The pen and ink will serve you!"
Hearing this, Tuoba Feixiong on the throne motioned to the eunuch beside him and said, "Give him the Four Treasures of the Study."
After a while, a table with fine "pen, ink, paper and inkstone" was placed in the center of the hall.
Under the cold eyes of the seven Tianshengyuan scholars and the curious gazes of everyone in the hall.
Han Feng walked up to the desk and looked at the four treasures of the study. However, he did not write immediately, but shouted loudly again!
"Serve the wine and grind the ink!"
Hearing this, Tuoba Feixiong was about to send someone to do what he said, but he saw the third princess "Tuoba Ningyue" and the fourth princess "Tuoba Yilan" getting up at the same time.
Tuoba Ningyue came to Han Feng in person, glanced at Han Feng, then reached out to pick up an ink stick, and grinded the ink for Han Feng with her own hands.
On the other side, Tuoba Yilan took the jasper wine pot and cup from a palace maid, brought it to Han Feng personally, and filled him with a glass of wine!
At this moment, two princesses from the Great Yan Empire, stunning beauties who had captivated the country, stood beside Han Feng, one studying ink and the other pouring wine. This scene was truly rare to see in a hundred years.
But at this moment, Han Feng did not look at the two princesses. He put his hands behind his back and faced the palace door, looking at the bright moon in the sky. After staring for a long time, Han Feng slowly closed his eyes, seeming to be meditating. What are you wearing?
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After a long time, when the ink was thick and light and the wine in the jade cup was still warm, Han Feng suddenly opened his eyes.
He reached out to take the wine glass, downed it in one gulp, put down the glass and poured another cup of Tuoba Ylang, and Han Feng drank again. After drinking three large glasses in a row, he finally felt a hint of drunkenness.
At this time, Han Feng took the high-quality Langhao pen, filled it with ink, and swiped at Fang Qiu on the snow-white rice paper. Finally, he started writing like a dragon and a snake. As he wrote, Han Feng recited loudly!
“If you don’t see me, if you don’t see me, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and flows to the sea never to return!”
The first poem, the first line, was like a thunderous explosion, which shocked everyone present inexplicably and made their scalp numb!
And Han Feng's pen is like a dragon, not stopping for a moment, winding all the way down...
"Don't you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening.
If you are proud of life, you must have all the joy, and don't let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon.
It is my nature that my talents will be useful, and I will come back after all my money has been spent. "
As soon as the four lines of the poem came out, the noisy hall became "quiet as a valley". Everyone stared at Han Feng blankly, their eyes blurred, completely immersed in the artistic conception of the poem.
At this moment, they felt an unruly and arrogant soul looking down upon the world!
And Han Feng continued to write.
"If you enjoy cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle, you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time.
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In the old days, King Chen had a banquet and a lot of fun and banquets.
What does the master mean if he has less money? It is up to you to sell it.
The five-flowered horse and the golden fur will be exchanged for fine wine, and I will sell the eternal sorrow with you. "
When Han Feng's wild voice fell and the last stroke was written, he looked at the people in the hall and the seven eminent scholars of Tiansheng Academy.
Everyone was dumbfounded, dumbfounded, and deeply shocked by this poem.
Although there were many people and things in the poem that they had never heard of, as if they were just things that Han Feng had experienced in his dream, they could not conceal the infinite heroic and eternal scorn in this poem!
The hall was silent for a long time, and finally some literati in the audience shouted.
"What a poem! What a poem! Such a poem can be remembered for centuries and be praised throughout the ages!"
"Yes, the artistic conception and spirit of this poem are even more impressive than the previous three poems that established the country. It is truly unparalleled in the world!"
"I never thought that this little father-in-law would actually have such a unique talent!"
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The entire hall was already boiling with excitement. Countless literary talents from the Great Yan Empire were marveling, praising and filled with emotion at this moment.
Seeing the figure standing in the center of the hall, holding a wolf-hair pen and body like a spear, everyone was shocked and stood in awe.
However, at this moment, Han Feng seemed to be completely immersed in another world, immersed in the dream he was talking about, and ignored everyone's reactions.
Han Feng picked up the wine glass next to him, drank three glasses in a row again, dipped his pen in ink, and wrote directly on the second piece of rice paper.
“Golden bottles of wine cost ten thousand coins, and jade dishes cost ten thousand coins.
Stopping the cup and throwing chopsticks, I can't eat. I draw my sword and look around at a loss.
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The journey is difficult, the journey is difficult, and there are many divergent paths. Where are you now?
There will be times when the wind blows and the waves break, and the clouds and sails are hung directly to help the sea. "
Another poem was completed, and the shock it brought was no less than before. It was earth-shattering and shocked the whole audience again.
Some people exclaimed in disbelief: "Oh my God, this is another masterpiece that will be handed down from generation to generation. Its achievements are no longer inferior to the last masterpiece."
"Genius, this man is truly a genius!"
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In the midst of the exclamation, the seven Confucian scholars of Tiansheng Academy also shrank their pupils and their expressions changed dramatically.
Han Feng, however, did not stop at all. He drank another glass of wine and uncovered the ink-stained rice paper. While the paper was flying in the void, he was already applying ink on the next layer of rice paper!
"Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking, and unforgettable. A lonely tomb thousands of miles away, no place to talk about desolation. Even if we meet, we should not know each other, our face will be covered with dust, and our temples will be like frost.
At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown with a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines. "
The sad words of a song that have been passed down through the ages come out. Han Feng drinks again, writes again, and chants again!
"On this day last year, in this gate, the faces of people were red with peach blossoms.
I don’t know where the human face is, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze! "
"Pour some wine!" Han Feng drank again and chanted again!
"I have a jug of wine, which is enough to comfort me for a lifetime!
Bashan Chushui is a desolate place, abandoned for twenty-three years.
Nostalgic, I recite the flute poems in the air, and when I go to the countryside to read them, I feel like a dead person.
Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sunken boat, and thousands of trees spring in front of the diseased trees.
Today I will listen to a song of Junge, and for now I will have a glass of wine to keep my spirits up. "
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After drinking dozens of drinks in this way, Han Feng had already composed dozens of poems.
No one here has heard of these poems, and the artistic conception and energy contained in the words are all masterpieces that are unparalleled in ancient and modern times and can be handed down for generations to come!
At this moment, there was no sound of praise or cheers in the entire hall, and the air was so silent that you could barely hear your breathing.
Inside and outside the hall, there were only the moon and stars, the faint sound of the night wind, and the "rustling" sound of the wolf hair scraping across the rice paper, leaving ink marks.
Everyone stared blankly at the young man standing in the center of the hall, wielding his pen like a knife, as if he had rushed into the midst of thousands of troops and "killed all directions".
At this moment, Han Feng no longer drank from a wine glass. Instead, he directly lifted a wine jar with one hand and raised his head to drink.
While drinking heartily, he was still writing freely on the rice paper with a pen in one hand, but his writing speed was getting faster and faster, and his handwriting became more and more wild, like a flying dragon dancing wildly!
Han Feng's face was red, as if he was drunk, but at this moment his eyes were extremely bright, as if the sun, moon and stars were shining in his eyes.
At this moment, Han Feng had entered a state of "complete selflessness", as if his soul had left his body, floated to the nine heavens, and returned to his original world.
He spanned five thousand years of history, and came face-to-face with countless great souls who have left a mark on the literary world and amazed the past and present.
Tonight, he, Han Feng, will fight for wine and write poems, borrowing the talents of the sages and heroes from his past life to overpower the ten great scholars from other worlds!
(PS: Two updates today.)
