"Grrrrrrrr...!"
As ten jars of wine were drunk by Han Feng alone, nearly a hundred rice papers were piled around Han Feng in the silent hall. On each piece of rice paper was a stunning famous poem that could be passed down through the ages!
But at this moment, these famous articles were scattered randomly around Han Feng, and Han Feng drank the last bottle of wine and his body was swaying.
He still held the pen in his hand tightly, covered with ink, and wrote the last verse on the spot!
“The ancients will never be seen in the past, and the newcomers will never be seen in the future.
Thinking about the long journey of heaven and earth, I burst into tears with sadness! "
These two lines of poetry are like a peerless strong man who is on top of the world, overlooking the surrounding fields, and no one can stand shoulder-to-shoulder with him. A kind of loneliness and cold pride arises spontaneously at this moment!
And when Han Feng suddenly finished his last stroke, the fine wolf-hair brush was finally overwhelmed. The brush body broke apart and the hairs flew everywhere, like catkins falling down, flying around him...
At this moment, looking at the young figure in front of them, Tuoba Ningyue and Tuoba Yilan's eyes glowed with an unprecedented brilliance.
Especially for Tuoba Ningyue, he felt that the Han Feng in front of him made her feel completely new, as if he had met her for the first time.
There is such a world-class talent, but he has not revealed a single bit in the past. If I had not forced him to come on stage today, I am afraid that I would never have seen these handed down classics tonight, nor would I have seen such a wild and arrogant Han Feng!
And when Han Feng finished writing the last poem, every stroke of his pen collapsed. His body couldn't help but swayed, and he staggered to steady himself.
At this moment, Han Feng's face was a little red, and his confused eyes still carried that eternal scorn and arrogance of the heroes!
After a moment, he slowly raised his head and glanced at the seven great scholars of Tianshengyuan, with a sinister smile on his lips.
"hehe……"
Han Feng's cold laughter echoed in the silent hall and echoed in everyone's heart.
"Seven gentlemen, the younger generation has written hundreds of poems. These poems were all "plagiarized" in my dreams. Gentlemen, do you have any advice?"
The seven great scholars opposite were already dumbfounded, with sweat pouring from their foreheads and their faces turning pale!
Just now, every poem written by Han Feng was like a big mountain, weighing on their hearts. Now, the other party could write hundreds of poems in one go. You can imagine the terrifying oppression it brings.
In less than half an hour, these great Confucians thought they could do it even if they tried their best to compose a hundred poems. However, every poem written by Han Feng had actually reached the pinnacle level of "a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation".
His poems are all-encompassing, embracing all kinds of rivers, including people, situations, and things... Each of the seven great Confucian scholars has his or her own poetry and can compete with them.
However, each of Han Feng's poems is the "pinnacle" of this path that stands proudly in ancient and modern times. Even if the seven people know the direction of solving the problem, they seem to be completely blocked by a natural chasm and cannot overcome it!
There are a hundred poems, but not a single poem can be criticized. They are all unrivaled pinnacle works!
For a time, a deep sense of shock and powerlessness arose in the hearts of the seven great scholars.
At this moment, they only have one feeling, that is, the talent of the young man in front of them has already broken away from the mortal realm and reached the miraculous level of the legendary "celestial realm".
If you want to compete with this person in poetry, even the old dean of Tianshengyuan who is afraid of heights may not be able to do it.
As for the word "plagiarism" mentioned in the other party's words, it is even more nonsense and irony. One or two songs can be plagiarized, and a hundred articles can be plagiarized. How to plagiarize?
These poems are all masterpieces that can be passed down from generation to generation. If they had been written by someone else, they would have already become famous in the mainland. How could they be written by Han Feng at this moment?
Could it be that these poems were really written in his dream?
At this moment, everyone had such absurd yet extremely certain thoughts in their hearts.
There was a long silence. The seven great scholars looked pale and were sweating profusely. They all looked at each other to signal each other. In the end, everyone shook their heads and sighed, with bitter expressions on their faces.
Although they think they have the talent to help the world, none of them can write a poem on the spot that is better than these hundred poems, not even one poem can surpass it.
Finally, the leader of the eagle-eyed old man let out a long sigh, looked at Han Feng with a complicated expression, and sighed: "Sir, your talent is unparalleled in ancient and modern times. He is truly a god. We... are willing to be inferior!"
"Be willing to give in!"
Just four words, which were tantamount to a "shattering" thunder, shocked everyone in the hall.
The seven great scholars of Tiansheng Academy actually said such words to a young eunuch from the Great Yan Empire. One can imagine how far they were forced.
If it wasn't a last resort, if they weren't already convinced, would they be willing to admit defeat?
Facing the old man's bow and surrender, Han Feng's face showed a touch of pride and disdain. He turned his back to the seven people, staggered slightly and walked towards the hall, letting out an arrogant sneer.
"Haha... Taoist master of Tianshengyuan, that's all."
This short sentence was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, causing the expressions of the seven eminent scholars of the Tiansheng Academy to change dramatically.
next moment.
"Puff puff……!"
The seven great scholars spewed blood on the spot, just like the three people who had composed the poem to subjugate the country before.
The auras of the seven people dropped straight down, and their realms fell seriously, even worse than the previous three!
Because the way they practiced was different from others, it was to "convey the way through writing." Although the seven people only agreed verbally to the bet they had just made with Han Feng, it was a "prophecy" that could not be violated.
Now, as soon as Han Feng's hundred poems handed down from ancient times came out, it was like the sky capping the sky, which made the seven people unsteady. Their Taoist hearts were lost, and they were directly defeated and suffered heavy losses. From then on, they had no hope of entering Tianshengyuan and serving as Taoist masters. position.
Seeing such an astonishing scene, and then looking at the figure staggering away, everyone present was shocked and shocked!
With his own efforts, he composed three "poems that determined the country" to save the Great Yan Empire from water and fire. In this hall, he drank a lot of wine and wrote hundreds of poems that will be handed down from generation to generation.
One after another, the ten Taoist masters of Tianshengyuan who came to Dayan Kingdom today, and the great Confucian scholars of this generation, vomited blood and fell into despair. This is such a shocking talent.
No one could have imagined that there would be such a "monster" person in the Great Yan Empire's harem.
For a moment, looking at the "otherworldly" figure, the entire hall fell into a strange silence. Everyone's eyes were filled with wonder, shock, disbelief...all kinds of expressions.
At this moment, Han Feng, who was regarded as a "monster" by everyone, was walking towards the top of the hall, but he was thinking secretly in his heart.
In ancient times, there was the poet Taibai, who wrote hundreds of poems about drinking wine. Today, I, Han Feng, use the talents of all the sages of China to suppress the so-called ten great scholars of Tianshengyuan. They can also be counted in this world and carry forward the splendid civilization of China for five thousand years!
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Finally, Han Feng came to Yan Emperor Tuoba Feixiong and bowed in salute.
"Your Majesty, this little man is drunk and has no state of mind. He may have disturbed the banquet. I hope your Majesty will forgive me!"
However, Tuoba Feixiong had already left the dragon chair at this moment. He actually walked down the high platform himself, came to Han Feng, and helped Han Feng stand up with his own hands.
At this moment, Tuoba Feixiong looked at Han Feng with hot eyes and couldn't help laughing loudly.
"Hahaha... Okay, very good. I didn't expect that there are "unparalleled talents" like Mr. in our Great Yan Imperial City. I failed to identify the "Pearl" early. It is really my fault!"
The smile on Tuoba Feixiong's face was extremely bright. Han Feng's appearance today made this overjoyed colleague of His Majesty Yan Emperor deeply amazed and shocked.
However, Han Feng still felt invisible oppression due to his powerful imperial power and astonishing courage from being in the top position for a long time.
Han Fengqiang calmed himself, cupped his fists and said politely: "It is my great honor to serve your Majesty!"
Tuoba Feixiong became more and more cheerful after hearing this, his brows and eyes filled with energy. He reached out and patted Han Feng's shoulder with his broad palm.
"Sir, please go to the banquet and rest first. When today's banquet is over, I will have my own reward!"
As soon as he heard the word "reward", Han Feng's heart moved and he was filled with joy.
It was not in vain that I was kicked by Tuoba Ningyue, and was ordered to fight against the ten great scholars of the Tianshengyuan. Now it was inevitable to "appear in public", so I should get something in return.
His Majesty the Emperor Yan was generous. When word came out that he was protecting the princess, he upgraded himself to three levels in a row and also rewarded himself with a set of sixth-grade "Dragon Flame Treasure Armor".
Today, I can say that I have saved the fate of the Great Yan Empire and the dignity of the entire Great Yan royal family. The reward from His Majesty the Emperor will definitely be even more precious.
Han Feng bowed calmly, turned around and retreated, but was blocked by a figure halfway.
This person is wearing an ink robe, has a young appearance, and is as handsome as a demon. He is Huangfu Sheng, the national preceptor of the Yuan Dynasty that day.
As soon as he saw this person, Han Feng couldn't help but feel tense in his heart, but he had a look of confusion on his face, clasping his fists and saying, "Master Huangfu, do you have any advice?"
Huangfu Sheng smiled warmly, like the spring breeze blowing on his face, and said in a gentle tone: "Sir, don't be surprised, I admire you very much for your amazing talent, so I want to make friends with you.
After today's banquet is over, Huangfu has taken the liberty to invite the little friend to the State Guesthouse for a chat. Can you and I have a long chat? "
When Han Feng heard this, he suddenly shivered. As expected, this guy was still targeting him, and he even wanted to have a "long talk" with him. He was really not a good guy.
Han Feng had a flattered look on his face, but he said: "Thank you for your love from the Imperial Master. The so-called friendship between gentlemen is as light as water. I also admire the Imperial Master very much. However, I think this long conversation is unnecessary." , let’s have tea together again when we have the chance.”
When Huangfu Sheng heard this, there was no dissatisfaction on his face. Instead, his smile grew brighter and he said, "That's good. My master is planning to stay in Yancheng for a longer period of time. I have time to meet with you often and slowly develop a relationship."
When Han Feng heard this, goosebumps fell all over his body, and he felt a bad sweat in his heart.
I thought that this guy would not be an "old glass" with a serious appearance but a weird heart.
Shaking his head secretly, he hurriedly cupped his hands towards Huangfu Sheng and left in a hurry.
Huangfu Sheng looked at Han Feng's hurried away figure with a playful smile on his face.
"This guy is really interesting!"
