After just two days of getting along, Dean Qiu only knew that Wang Yan's martial arts was good and his character was good. After all, with such a masterful master there, the apprentice wouldn't be too bad.
But he didn't expect that Wang Yan had also dabbled in literary talent, and even provoked the genius He Da from Jiangnan to personally threaten to challenge him.
"The Taoist priest came to participate in the Scholars Conference as a guest of honor. How can the monks participate in the competition among the scholars?"
Li Pingshi turned towards Wang Yan and the two, and said such a sentence coldly.
"Li Pingshi is right. Xiaodao's trip is just to observe the demeanor of all the scholars. Besides, Xiaodao is ignorant of knowledge, so he really dare not accept the challenge of He Dazhi. It's rude and disrespectful!"
Wang Yan also didn't want to cause trouble again, so he repeatedly refused.
"Well! Since that's the case, Young Master He, according to the old man, there is no need to be hard on others!"
Dean Qiu doesn't know how talented Wang Yan is? I don't know what festivals they had between them, but in the end, He Huailiang was a genius of one party.
In order not to embarrass the old friend, and to not embarrass his disciples in front of everyone, Dean Qiu also made a round of words.
"Dean Qiu! I'm not someone who doesn't understand etiquette, but if I can't compete with him today, I'll have no face to write poetry from now on. I'll ask President Qiu and everyone to do it!"
"Five Dynasties Rivers, Mountains, Wind and Moon"
When things happened to this point, He Huailiang was also excited, and he was extremely firm in his thoughts.
"Bold! He Huailiang, you are so majestic! The Taoist priest has already said that he will not compete with you, and Dean Qiu also said it himself. It's just that you don't take me as a teacher in your eyes. Does Dean Qiu's face also matter? Don't you give it?"
Li Pingshi was furious, his face was red, and he slapped the table and reprimanded.
The rest of the scholars talked a lot, and they didn't know what medicine they were selling in the gourd.
He Huailiang was forced to helplessly at the moment, so he couldn't help but laugh coldly.
"My family's washing inkstone pond head tree, all flowers bloom with light ink marks. Don't praise the color, just flow the air and fill the universe!"
He recited the poem word by word.
"I believe that many scholars here have heard of this poem! This poem was written by a Taoist. Who do you think that Taoist would be?"
There was an uproar.
There are scholars from the four major academies, literati who traveled the world, and students from other local academies.
This poem has only been around for two days, and maybe not many people know it, but many scholars in the local academies have heard of it.
"I know, he is the one who made this poem."
Among them, those who responded quickly pointed their finger at Wang Yan and exclaimed.
"Yes! My classmates told me about this poem! Why didn't I think of it? It's really... "
Someone woke up like a dream and slapped his head suddenly with his hand.
"I said that there is a reason why the talented He Da was stalking him to challenge him!"
In this way, everyone suddenly realized.
Not only that, even those who have just heard this poem, when they have thought about it carefully in their minds, feel that it is full of artistic conception, and it is indeed a good poem.
Dean Qiu was stunned for a moment, and after reminiscing, a strange look was cast on Wang Yan.
The news spread so fast that he had heard of this poem, but he never thought that the person who wrote the poem was by his side.
"Master Wang Dao, this poem is really made for you."
Dean Qiu asked in disbelief.
"No! This poem is not written by Xiaodao, but Xiaodao borrowed from the works of his ancestors. It's just that Xiaodao didn't explain it clearly before. It is inevitable that Young Master He has misunderstood!"
Wang Yan justified his words and tried his best to shirk.
"The work of the ancestors? Humph! Dare to ask the elder, who is this ancestor's surname? What dynasty and generation did he belong to? Are there records of the poems he wrote? Is there any research?"
He Huailiang took two steps forward, reluctantly.
"This... Young Master He! Xiaodao has no intention of chasing fame and fortune, so why do you bother to push each other?"
Wang Yan was at a loss for words, he couldn't speak the poems of this other world!
And even if they say it, will these people believe it
The master was sitting next to him. If he said that this poem came from another world, how did he know it? With the master's advanced cultivation, will it arouse suspicion? Can his history be preserved
"Hahaha! Can't tell!"
He Huailiang burst out laughing, as if he had succeeded in his trick.
"Daoist, I don't mean to force you, nor do you have any malicious intentions. I just want to verify it and ask for peace of mind! No matter what the result is, I guarantee that the repair of the Taoist will never be disturbed!"
At this moment, the emotions of the other scholars around were also rising unconsciously. If the poem was really written by this Taoist monk, it can be seen that this person's literary talent must be no less than He Huailiang.
The clash between the two great masters is such a grand event. It is a rare event in a century, but it is not too big of a deal for them to watch the fun. Naturally, they helped He Huailiang to talk.
"Daoist, Young Master He is very kind, so you agree!"
"Yeah! The Taoist master is talented and learned, so why hide it? Take it out and let me open my eyes!"
"Doing business as a man, being bright and heroic, and being so awkward, isn't it like a little daughter!"
Wang Yan could not have imagined that a poem he casually copied to escape would cause him such a big trouble.
"Wang Yan, it's hard to be kind, so don't refuse! Today is to meet friends with poetry, no matter whether you win or lose!"
The old Taoist didn't want to make such a fuss anymore, and he didn't want to embarrass Dean Qiu. Since the other party insisted on trying, he simply got his wish.
Master has a fate, so it is not easy to resist, and he also wants to end this trouble as soon as possible, so he simply agreed.
Li Pingshi knew that he couldn't stop it, so he didn't bother to take care of it anymore, and sat on the side with a sullen breath.
With the dean's order, the duel between the two officially started.
"Daoist priest! He Mou has conceded!"
The two sides met each other for a salute, and He Huailiang did not hesitate to take the lead. He stood proudly down the steps and began to recite a poem, while his own book attendant took a pen to transcribe.
"The north wind is blowing cold clothes, and wandering wanderers return to their hometown. Broken sticks and straws are not feasible, and the old man of Hongchen Yi has not gathered! Flying geese know my suffering, and would like to send a letter to Xijing for my family. I regretted this life to Lao Fang, and it was hard to cry. language!"
After reciting a seven-character rhythm poem, even the dean was immersed in it, and everyone present applauded.
Looking at Wang Yan, this is just one of his temptations.
Wang Yan was not in a hurry, searching for the ancient poems he had learned in his mind, but in a moment, he already had the best answer.
"Crossing far away from Jingmen, I came to travel from Chu. The mountains follow the plains, and the river flows into the great wilderness. Under the moon, the sky is flying, and the clouds form the sea tower. I still pity the water in my hometown, and see the boat off thousands of miles."
Flowing clouds and water, without pause, all at once.
The poems written by the other party generally mean to talk about the homesickness and regret of the wanderer returning to his hometown, then he will give him a way to treat his own body.
Once the two poems are compared, a judgment will be made.
President Qiu was almost petrified on the spot. He never imagined that this seemingly young Taoist priest would have such a shocking literary talent.
"When I was young, I set high ambitions, studied poetry and books hard, and had more than ten years..."
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"Sigh the red dust, sigh the red dust! The red dust is easy to get old, and the duckweed is easy to disperse..."
One poem doesn't work, He Huailiang continues with the next one, and if he loses again, come again! In the end, even the famous work "Sighing the Red Dust" was moved out.
The confrontation between these two talented people can be said to be the most brilliant. Everyone listened carefully and realized it carefully. For fear of missing something, they were both surprised and curious.
"You can't see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushing to the sea and it won't return! You can't see, the bright mirror in the high hall is sad and white hair, the morning is like blue silk and the evening turns into snow... Five-flowered horse, a thousand gold furs, Hu'er will come out to exchange for fine wine, with you Dispel the grief of all ages."
In the blink of an eye, the two sides have come and gone, and each has composed no less than three or four songs.
Wang Yan didn't have much reaction to the song "Will Enter the Wine", and his reserves were more than that.
On the other hand, He Huailiang was already sweating profusely, and it was no longer difficult for him to fight.
When the last word of the other party ended, he couldn't bear it after all.
"The Taoist master is talented, I'm here... I admit defeat!"
His face was extremely ugly, and he let out a long sigh.
There is no need to compare now.