"... The bright moon rises on the sea, and we are at the end of the world at this moment...!" This is Zhang Jiuling's "Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan".
"Withered vines, old trees and dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people's homes, the west wind and thin horses on the ancient roads...!" This is "Tianjingsha·Autumn Thoughts".
"... When we reach the top, we can see all the mountains and small mountains...!" This is Du Fu's "Looking at the Mountains", just like Qining overlooking everyone at this moment.
"There is no colorful phoenix flying in the body, but there is a clear understanding in the heart...!" This is Li Shangyin's words.
In a moment, Qi Ning had recited more than twenty poems in a row. Everyone was dumbfounded. They had never heard a word of the poems that came out of Qi Ning's mouth, but everyone knew that those poems were indeed true. It is indeed an extremely beautiful sentence.
The poems Qi Ning recited are obviously no longer restrained. They seem to be easily picked up and boundless. The most terrifying thing is that there is no pause between each of these more than 20 exquisite poems. Qin Ning occasionally The slowdown was nothing more than seeing Xiaoyao unable to keep up with her writing.
"... I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid that it's too cold in the beautiful buildings and jade buildings at high places. I dance to clear my shadow, how can I feel like I'm in the human world... I hope that we will live forever and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles away!"
After Qi Ning recited the thirty-sixth poem, he felt his throat was a little dry. He waved to Qionglin Academy to get some water, but the girls in Qionglin Academy were also stunned, and there was no response at all for a while.
The entire venue was silent.
Even Ximen Wuhen and Zhuo Qingyang had shock and disbelief written on their faces.
Throughout the ages, there are actually not a few literati who can write wonderful words and sentences. There are many strange people in the world, but they can write thirty-six poems in one breath without losing breath or heartbeat. Never before.
Although many people present could not write good poems, they could distinguish between good and bad poems.
There is no doubt that any one of the thirty-six poems Qi Ning recited on the spot would be a top-notch masterpiece that could be spread far and wide.
But the young marquis actually threw them out one after another like pulling radishes in the field. Although there were inevitably some strange sentences in these poems, that was because everyone present did not know the allusions to the existence of another world in time and space. But everyone was already stunned with fear.
Feeling that there was silence all around, Qining looked around and found countless pairs of eyes staring at him. Almost every face was full of horror. This expression was actually what Qining expected. He didn't want to be like this, but These old guys made him very unhappy. Qining had always followed a simple philosophy of life. When others made him uncomfortable, he would make them even more uncomfortable, so he threw them out like dumplings in public. Thirty-six poems.
He knew that was enough.
Quiet, deathly quiet, it seems that no one dares to break the silence first.
Qi Ning straightened his clothes, put his hands behind his back, turned around, faced Xiao Mo, the dean of Yunshan Academy, smiled faintly, and asked: "Dean Xiao, I don't know how many of these poems just now are... Is it your work?"
Xiao Mo's face turned pale, and his body started to tremble. Suddenly, a strange sound came from his throat. He raised his hand and scratched in the air. He rolled his eyes and fell backwards. Fortunately, someone behind him hurriedly grabbed him. , before Xiao Mo fell to the ground, he held him up. The disciples of Yunshan Academy rushed forward and shouted: "Dean... Dean...!"
Qi Ning murmured coldly and turned to look at Yin Shiqi, only to find that Yin Shiqi had collapsed on the ground without knowing it, with a stiff expression and his mouth open, but unable to speak.
"I have said that writing poems and lyrics is just a matter of literature. Some things do not need to be experienced and can still be expressed in words." Qining sighed: "The beauty of words lies in the unconstrained style and the ability to blend into the boundless world." Imagine that if you are dull and dull, you still want to write wonderful works. It is undoubtedly a fool's dream. You are all the deans of the big academy, teaching and educating people. You have even gone on the wrong path from the beginning, how can you make your disciples go on the right path? road?"
People who heard Qi Ning's words immediately believed without hesitation that some things really don't need to be experienced and can still be transformed into beautiful words.
If before, everyone still regarded Qi Ning as a literary thief who plagiarized poems, but at this moment, the hat that was placed on Qi Ning's head did not need to be defended at all, and it had quietly passed away from Qi Ning's head.
Could a genius who could write thirty-six wonderful poems in one breath plagiarize one of Xiao Mo's poems? This is like a literary man who can write huge works, but still cares about the rights and wrongs of a few paragraphs in the book
On the contrary, Xiao Mo and Yin Shiqi did not need any proof. Most people cast contempt and disdain on these two literary seniors.
None of the people present are stupid. If Qi Ning did not have these thirty-six poems, even if Qi Ning tried to explain everything, it would be difficult to change the situation. He would definitely be labeled a literary thief, but these thirty-six poems were thrown out , all the slander and frame-up on Qining's head were instantly clarified.
Many people can figure out the strangeness once their minds calm down.
As we all know, the eight major academies have always been biased against Qionglin Academy. In this grand event in Beijing, seeing Qi Ning leading Qionglin Academy to a surprise, and even the possibility of winning the championship, the eight major academies naturally cannot sit still.
Although a very few people had previously wondered why a poem by Xiao Mo that had not been circulated was obtained by Qi Ning, after all, Xiao Mo and Yin Shiqi's status and prestige in the literary world made it impossible to doubt them. So everyone still trusts these two people.
At this time, it suddenly dawned on them that these two people obviously wanted to use their status and prestige in the literary world to kill Qi Ning and even Qionglin Academy.
If Qi Ning's thirty-six poems had not been released today, the consequences would have been disastrous.
Some people secretly thought that these two old deans were also famous scholars in the world, but they never expected that they would do such a despicable thing and risk their reputation and reputation by framed Qining. This was considered extremely audacious.
Qi Ning can write thirty-six poems in one breath, so of course it is impossible to plagiarize Xiao Mo's poems, so Xiao Mo and Yin Shiqi can only lie. Everyone feels contempt, but also pity, knowing that these two old guys have accumulated half of their lives. The clear name has been destroyed this time, and the evening festival is not guaranteed.
Several other deans of the Eight Great Colleges also wanted to watch the good show of Qionglin College, but they did not expect that the situation would turn around. They were secretly glad that they had not got involved just now.
However, in this way, Xiao Mo and Yin Shiqi were ruined, and Yunshan Academy and Qionglu Academy were also ridiculed by the world.
Xue Danqing of Longchi Academy was also secretly afraid, thinking that fortunately what he just said was not too much, otherwise Longchi Academy might also be in bad luck.
Everyone is sensible. Xiao Mo became so angry that he fainted. The faces of the disciples in Yunshan Academy were dull and extremely embarrassed. They had no intention of continuing at this time, so they could only carry Xiao Mo away quickly with all their hands and feet.
When Qionglu Academy saw the disciples from Yunshan Academy leaving, they all gathered around Yin Shiqi. Yin Shiqi's face was ashen. Before Qi Ning's thirty-six masterpieces, he no longer had the slightest confidence to fight. Moreover, Yunshan Academy had already evacuated. He didn't have the face to stay at the venue anymore. He was surrounded by the disciples from Qionglu Academy and left in a hurry. He didn't even have the face to say goodbye to Yuan Ning'an and other judges.
In the blink of an eye, two of the eight major academies left in panic, leaving a lot of space vacant.
There was a murmur of discussion all around, and there were only two topics. They were either marveling at Qining's genius, or they were mocking the deans of the eight major academies for actually colluding to frame Qining and doing such a despicable thing. First of all, the remaining major academies were also a little embarrassed.
At this moment, no one doubted Qining's talent anymore.
Many people have also heard the rumors about the Jinyi fool. When they saw the real person today, they all smiled sarcastically, thinking that being famous is not as good as meeting them. Those who once slandered Qining as the Jinyi fool obviously had ulterior motives to spread rumors and cause trouble. Discredit the Jinyihou Mansion.
If a fool can crack the ancient game of Canqi and write more than thirty poems in one breath, and each poem is a masterpiece, then wouldn't the disciples of the eight academies and the scholars all over the world be inferior to fools
Those present who had seen Qi Ning's literary talent with their own eyes were convinced that although there was no such literary genius in the past hundred years, I am afraid that no one can surpass Jin Yihou in the next hundred years.
Xue Danqing came to his senses after a long time, but he was still a little embarrassed. He raised his hands to signal everyone to calm down, and said with a forced smile: "Everyone, the third round of the competition is over. Everyone has seen it. In this third round, the young prince... Young Lord Marquis is a genius and has opened our eyes, so...!"
Before he finished speaking, someone in the crowd shouted: "Dean Xue, it seems that there is no need to continue the competition today. Qionglin Academy has won the prize for three consecutive rounds. Naturally, it is the winner of this book meeting." champion."
As soon as this person shouted, there was a sudden chorus of shouts everywhere. Regardless of whether everyone had any prejudice against Qionglin Academy in this women's academy, after three rounds today, Qining's performance has deeply impressed all the scholars present. Qionglin The Academy has won the title of Book Club, which is what everyone expects.
Xue Danqing waved continuously, but just now he spoke up for Xiao Mo. Although he was not completely involved, his prestige was still somewhat damaged, and no one paid attention to him for a while.
It wasn't until Yuan Ning'an got up that everyone calmed down. Xue Danqing waited for everyone to calm down and then said helplessly: "Everyone, there is no rule without rules. The book club is not over yet. Please be patient and calm down. Maybe the young prince will return in the fourth round." We don’t know if it will bring surprises to us.”
After everyone heard this, they suddenly became really interested.
In the first three rounds of today's calligraphy competition, Qi Ning surprised everyone in each round. In this final round of competition to test his painting skills, he didn't know what novelty Qi Ning could bring.
In fact, at this point, even if Qi Ning performs unexpectedly, no one will find it strange anymore.
At this time, Xiaoyao had carefully sorted out the written poems and brought them back to Qining's desk. When Qining returned to his seat, the girls from Qionglin Academy looked at Qining with admiration. , even Su Zixuan’s eyes became very different from before.
Qi Ning was calm and calm, his eyes swept across the venue, and he caught a glimpse of Jiang Suiyun sitting in the crowd. Jiang Suiyun was also looking at Qi Ning at this time. When the two people's eyes came into contact, it was like the collision of swords, cold and cold. Infiltrate people.