Why do they always want me to change my filial piety?

In her opinion, Xiaoran's poetic talent is definitely higher than these four.

As for what masterpiece will be made, she is also looking forward to it.

"Wake up with Kaiyan tea and keep a cup, join hands in carnival, the wine tastes sour."

"Mo 谢 Chaohong says it's time to drink, and the red candle belongs to the guest who is bitterly chanting."

Another poem appeared on the jade bi, and Ren Qing smiled even wider: "Nephew Xue Xian, this poem is definitely a masterpiece!"

"It's ridiculous!"

Xue Yi smiled modestly, and glanced at Cui Liu, Chen Xing, and Shen Xu.

The four of them are considered old rivals, and this time Ling Yan's poetry meeting, they might not want to overwhelm each other.

It's just that it seems that the four poems are of the same level, and it is still impossible to tell who wins and who loses.

Ren Qing glanced at everyone, and continued to ask: "Are there any students who want to show?"

For Cui Liu and the others, he had no intention of recruiting them.

Because they already have their own family power, it is impossible to accept other people's solicitation.

Therefore, his eyes were set on those poor students.

And after just one round of screening, the various forces that organized the Lingyan Poetry Club had already secretly recorded the more prominent students.

It depends on who has the means to win them into their own camp as soon as possible.

After a while, when all the poems were displayed, everyone agreed that the poems of Cui Liu, Chen Xing, Shen Xu, and Xue Yi were the best, and they all had their own advantages, so it was hard to tell the winner.

The paper fan in Cui Liu's hand shook lightly, and said with a slight smile, "It seems that I will have another fight to determine the winner!"

Xue Yi glanced at him, not afraid: "Happy to accompany you!"

Chen Xing and Shen Xu looked at each other: "Please ask Pavilion Master Ren to come up with a question!"

"Since that's the case, then..."

Ren Qing smiled, and was about to speak, but found that the jade biscuit was lit up, and his eyes swept away inadvertently, and he couldn't move away immediately.

Cui Liu and the others, as well as many students in the field, also noticed something strange, looked at the jade bi, and suddenly widened their eyes.

In front of everyone's attention, words began to appear on the jade bi.

The writing is not good-looking, on the contrary, it is a bit ugly. If everyone in the field evaluates it, it can only be said to be unsightly. Those who don’t know may think it was written by a child.

But when the words appear in sentences and become a complete poem, it is different.

[Grape wine luminous cup, if you want to drink the pipa, immediately urge it. 】

[Grand Mo Xiao, drunk on the battlefield, how many people have fought in ancient times? 】

"Buzz!"

All of a sudden, the jade bi seemed to be induced, and the air was intertwined, and it actually reflected the picture depicted in the poem.

The "Grape Wine Luminous Cup" was led by fine wine, and suddenly opened the curtain, presenting a grand feast full of colorful, colorful and fragrant wine in front of many students.

As the kabukis play the rapid and cheerful pipa, the soldiers in the picture drink more and more happily.

how so?

Just because they were about to straddle their horses and go to the battlefield to kill the enemy and serve the country, they wanted to get drunk.

"Drunk" is not sorrow, it is not fear of the horror of the battlefield, it is not a distaste for military life, and it is not a lament for the loss of life.

It's a kind of fearless death, because they originally planned to shroud their bodies in horse leather and did not plan to come back alive.

The overall tone of this poem is relatively flat, but after reading it, you can find that the actual emotions contained in it are extremely strong, and the flatness reflects the impassioned, and the two form a very strong contrast.

No matter if it was Cui Liu or Xue Yi, after reading the whole poem, they all stood up together, feeling their blood boiling all over, and the emotions in their hearts were surging, wishing they could rush to the battlefield immediately...

Chapter 27 Lingyan Poetry Club

"Grand Mo Xiao, drunk on the battlefield, how many people have fought in ancient times?"

Many students in the field stared blankly at the picture reflected on the jade bi, and repeated this poem in their mouths.

Although they have not been on the battlefield, they can also understand the cruelty of the battlefield.

That was a real fight to the death!

No matter what your identity is, in a tragic battlefield, there are only two outcomes in the end—life and death!

In the face of life and death, who can face it calmly?

No matter how high the cultivation base is, no one wants to die like this.

But what about soldiers?

They don't know whether to win or lose this battle, but they can face it calmly.

Health, return in triumph!

If you die, you will be shrouded in horse leather!

Fearless, seeing death as home, was shown vividly!

Thinking of that kind of scene, many students only felt their blood boil, and they also wanted to go to the battlefield together to kill the enemy and serve the country!

"Brother Xue, Brother Cui, Brother Chen, I suddenly feel how childish it is for me to fight for a false name all these years!" Shen Xu said with a complicated expression.

Xue Yi, Cui Liu, and Chen Xing took a deep breath, showing shame: "It's really naive!"

The four of them were all born in a scholarly family, well-read poetry and books, and claimed to be talented.

But compared with these fearless fighters, what have they done for Dayu?

In order to prove that their talents are even more outstanding, they participate in poetry conferences, recite poems and write poems, and often feel complacent when they are admired and complimented by others!

This is self-cultivation?Or the Qi family?Or govern the country and the world?

neither!

That's just their vanity at work!

Cui Liu said softly: "After entering Bailu Academy, I just want to study hard, strive to become a great scholar as soon as possible, enter the imperial court, and use what I have learned to contribute to Dayu."

Chen Xing showed a smile: "Brother Cui, why don't you and I make an agreement to see who will become a great scholar first?"

Cui Liu nodded and closed the paper fan: "Very good!"

"Since it's an agreement, how can I be missing?"

"And Xue!"

Shen Xu and Xue Yi spoke at the same time, expressing their attitude and determination!

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There was also silence on the second floor of the painting boat.

Quite a few talented people were watching the image reflected on the jade wall, savoring the artistic conception of this poem.

Although the words and sentences of this poem are light, the emotions contained in it are indeed extremely strong, and people can't help but immerse themselves in it.

Especially Xiao Xueqing, with her white teeth clenched tightly, strange emotions lingering in her beautiful eyes, and Bai Jiu's slender hands tightly clenched.

She naturally knew that this poem was written by Lu Ran, because the handwriting was extremely unique.

Who is this poem for?

Obviously it was made for Zhenbei Wang Xiao Jing, also known as Aunt Jing.

As the last member of the Xiao clan, in order to defend the northern border, even though he knew he would fall into the abyss, he never took a step back and fought to the death with more than 50 northern barbarian troops.

Is this not death as home?

But what about the end?

The 30 Zhenbei Army was killed and became Yin soldiers and Yin generals.

Xiao Jing herself has been eroded by the [Ghosts Yinming Formation] for more than ten years, and she will be sacrificed by the people behind the scenes to become a Yin Lord!

If such an inhumane thing was really done by Emperor Joan of Arc, she would definitely make him pay the due price!

"Sister Xueqing, what's wrong with you?"

Sensing her strangeness, Fang Zhihua at the side said with concern.

Xiao Xueqing suppressed the strange emotions in her heart, and shook her head: "It's nothing, I just think this poem is very well written!"

Fang Zhihua nodded, not stingy with words of praise: "Although this poem is plain as a whole, it uses wine to vividly render the artistic conception of soldiers who are about to go to the battlefield as if they are about to die!"

Yan Ling on the side was also attracted by this poem, and forgot to make a fuss about petting the little fox.

"Hey! Who wrote this poem?"

"Why is there no signature?"

Suddenly, a talented woman seemed to have discovered something, and couldn't help but said aloud.

"This poem is not signed. Who wrote it?"

It wasn't until the people on the first floor of Huafang came to their senses that their puzzled eyes swept across the audience, but they found that no student stood up.

Even the four of Cui Liu looked at me and you, looking extremely dazed!

It must be an excellent work that can inspire Wenhui Yubi and reflect the poems that want to reflect the picture, there is no doubt about it!

Those who can write poems not only did not sign, but also did not stand up, what does this mean?

Could it be an act of humility?

Or are you unwilling to reveal your identity?

Ren Qing stood up, swept across all the students in the field, and showed an extremely strong smile: "Which genius in the field wrote this poem?"

In the discourse, the word "student" has been changed to "talented scholar", obviously attaching great importance to this mysterious talented man.

It's a pity that after waiting for a long time after saying this, no one in the field responded.

For a while, Ren Qing's smile froze.

Many students in the field also looked at me and I looked at you, but they couldn't see why.

But in the corner, Lu Ran didn't show his face, and also pretended to be confused.

In fact, he has already calmed down, feeling the changes in the wealth in his body.

His participation in this Lingyan poetry meeting is not to show his holiness in front of others, but to speed up the casting of Wenfu and reach the state of Taoism.

Besides, Lu Ran didn't want too many people to pay attention to him.

As Xiao Xueqing said, after this poem was approved by many students in the field, the outline of another corner of Wenfu gradually took shape, but it did not condense into substance.

From this point of view, this method of getting others to recognize the poems is indeed much faster than the previous works that were adapted to the situation.

This is only one poem, and the Wenfu has an extra outline. If there are a few more poems, wouldn't it be an instant completion of enlightenment?

This Wen Chaogong, he is definitely the one!

Seeing that the mysterious talent still hadn't shown his head, a gleam flashed in Ren Qing's eyes, and he asked, "Who do you think is the best poem about wine this time?"

"Of course it's this mysterious talented brother!"

"That's right! Just relying on that sentence, Lord Grim drunk on the battlefield, how many people have fought in ancient times, who is the best is already clear!"

Hearing this, many students gave their answers one after another.

Even Cui Liu and the others did not have any objections!

"Even so, Ren should fulfill his promise and give a medium-grade magic weapon."

Ren Qing smiled, and took out a rippling inkstone from the ring.

The inkstone is surrounded by extremely strong fresh air, and there are simple and obscure characters engraved around it.

Ren Qing explained: "This inscription is called Haoran Lingyan!"

"As long as you write characters with the ink of this inkstone, you can not only gather the clean energy of the world for your own use, but also strengthen all kinds of Confucian and Taoist supernatural powers!"

Staring at the inscription and hearing this, many students' breathing became heavier and their eyes were extremely fiery. Although the inkstone does not belong to them, it does not prevent them from appreciating it with appreciative eyes!

Gathering the pure energy of the heavens and the earth for one's own use is a method that can only be used after one's life is established, that is, at the king's level.