Deep in the mouth of the Yangtze River, the Jiaolong Palace shook slightly.
"Alas... Why did you have to mess with someone who can write imperial poems? And the little princess read all the poems and liked his the most. It would be fine if you won, but since you lost, just let it go. What a pity, what a pity..."
Above the Yangtze River, the Qingjiang Jiao King's dragon mouth was open and his dragon eyes were staring. As soon as his hand loosened, the Jiao Sheng's dragon horn fell off, but his claws quickly grabbed the dragon horn.
"The Emperor's Poem, this has a bad feeling! He's only written half of it, I still have a chance!"
The Dragon King thought to himself, held the Dragon Horn of the Holy Dragon in his mouth, and injected his blood and energy into the dragon horn.
The sky and the earth changed color again, the dark clouds gathered again, the wind and rain returned, and the rain curtain that covered the sky and the sun slowly thickened.
The hearts of the literati in Jing State were gripped with grief. The first two lines, "Before leaving the seabed, thousands of mountains are dark; only when reaching the sky, all nations are bright," have the "momentum" of heaven and earth, but not enough "strength". The talent of the last two lines is not important, but if the "strength" is not enough, then the dragon on the paper cannot really turn into a dragon, and it will be impossible to break the heavy rain and floods in the entire Jiangzhou.
A poem that can be described as a true imperial poem is one that can be described as a soaring dragon.
The scholars of Qing State cursed Fang Yun for failure in their hearts.
Fang Yun put pen to paper.
If there are wind and rain blocking your view, the sun will break through the clouds and China will be red!
Before he finished writing the last sentence, Feng Yuanjun shouted, "The sun has broken through the clouds, that's enough!"
Fang Yun wrote the words "Song of the Sun" above the poem.
After the poem was finished, the shadow of the little dragon actually solidified and turned into a golden dragon, but it was still able to swim among the paper pages. The little golden dragon swallowed up all the words written by Fang Yun one bite at a time, making a smacking sound, and then, as if breaking out of a shell, it pushed against the poem page with great effort.
With a puff, the poem page exploded into a cloud of mist, and then a golden dragon emerged from the mist, swung its body and flew into the sky, getting bigger and bigger.
"Ah..."
The golden dragon suddenly roared to the sky, and the wind stopped blowing in Jiangzhou thousands of miles away. The rain stopped.
The sun was originally about to set in two hours, and it was dim, but suddenly it emitted an endless red light, just like the rising sun, breaking through the clouds for thousands of miles and sweeping away the fog and water vapor.
Wherever the sun shines, river water flows back and rainwater evaporates, and the terrible flood risk is quickly resolved.
Tens of thousands of water monsters were exposed to the sunlight, and the water in their bodies evaporated quickly. They screamed and fled to the bottom of the water, swimming desperately towards the Yangtze River.
Afterwards, the sunlight in the sky seemed to gather on the golden dragon transformed by the emperor's poem. The golden dragon suddenly shone with brilliant golden light and was extremely dazzling.
The golden dragon was right above the tower. Except for Fang Yun, everyone had to cover their eyes with their hands. Even the highest-ranking Governor Lu had to close his eyes to avoid being burned. Even Nu Nu squinted his eyes.
The golden dragon seemed to have its own spirit. It turned its head to look at Fang Yun, then roared at the Dragon King.
The Jiao King was clearly a demon king, one of the most noble bloodlines after the dragon clan. However, when the Sun Dragon roared, the dragon scales all over his body exploded, the scales scattered, and blood flew everywhere.
The Jiao King was terrified. He looked at the Sun Dragon in disbelief. He was the demon king, but it was just an imperial poem. How could the imperial dragon aura be so strong
Before the Dragon King could figure it out, a white cloud suddenly rose from the East China Sea. No one knew what was wrapped in the white cloud, but it flew towards him rapidly.
The Jiao Sheng Dragon Horn in the Jiao King's hand seemed to have grown wings. It suddenly left the Jiao King's claws, flew into the water, and flew towards the Jiaolong Palace.
"Who are you… "
Before the Dragon King could speak, a clear and melodious dragon voice sounded in the sky.
"Qingjiang Jiao King disregarded the ban of the East China Sea Dragon Palace and attacked the Yuhai Port at night. His first crime is to have his horn cut off!"
Before the Dragon King could react, a huge seal that was ten feet square appeared in the sky. The appearance of the seal was similar to that of an ordinary jade seal, but a dragon palace was carved on the top of the seal.
When the Jiao King saw the dragon seal, he trembled with fear.
“Ah…” The Dragon King suddenly screamed, and his two dragon horns broke off at the same time.
"You stole the things of the Dragon Saint, borrowed the water from the four seas, brought chaos to the state, and caused great suffering to the people. Second crime, skinning!"
The dragon seal did not move at all, but the Jiao King suddenly screamed, and a crack appeared on his chin, extending to the abdomen and finally to the tail, and then a complete dragon skin was peeled off.
The people on the tower looked at this scene in disbelief. The opponent was the son of Jiao Sheng, a demon king of his generation. With Jiao Sheng's bloodline, ordinary scholars who didn't fight often couldn't kill him. Such a powerful demon king was cut off his horns and skinned alive in the sky above Jiaolong Palace. This was no ordinary punishment.
"Considering your contributions to the water tribe, I will temporarily record your third crime of cramping. To prevent you from doing evil, I will destroy two layers of your Dragon Ball Divine Light!"
"No… "
The Dragon King shouted, and blood spurted from his body. A large amount of blood flew into the sky and finally flew into the dragon clan's seal. The Dragon King fell directly from a demon king to a demon commander, which was equivalent to a Jinshi in the human race.
A light chain was released from the Dragon Clan Seal, trapping the Dragon King, and then with a strong pull, the Dragon King was pulled into the Dragon Clan Seal and disappeared.
"Come with me." After the voice finished speaking, the Sun Dragon looked down at Fang Yun and saw a little fox waving goodbye to it. Then it let out a long howl, rushed into the white cloud, and disappeared.
The dragon horns, dragon skin, dragon blood and dragon scales of the Qingjiang Dragon King were lifted up by an invisible force and thrown outside the south sub-city gate.
"This is our tribe's apology. The dragon horn is given to Fang Yun, and no one else can possess it. Fang Yun, if you have a good poem manuscript, you can go to Yinlong Pavilion to exchange it."
The white clouds returned to the sea, and the city wall was silent, then filled with joy.
"I am convinced! I admire you completely! A scholar wrote a poem about an emperor. If it happened in a chaotic world, this poem alone could win the hearts of the people of a state." said an official.
"Before leaving the seabed, thousands of mountains are dark; before reaching the sky, all nations are bright. This sentence is truly majestic. Thousands of mountains and all nations are just general terms, but when you read the whole sentence, you can see the entire process from the sun lurking and brewing in the seabed to rising into the sky to illuminate the world. Among the poems describing the rising sun, some may be more exquisite, but in terms of grandeur and magnificence, it is hard to compare. Just looking at the breadth of mind and the heroism, I am afraid that only the founding father of a country can have it." Feng Zimo praised.
"The sentence 'Wind and rain block your view' is also excellent, and has the appearance of a king."
"Recall the last word of the first, second and fourth sentences. The black, bright, red and bright colors gradually increase. Not only is it magnificent, but the meaning is also well connected and flawless."
"Why did Breaking the Clouds that day make me feel so frightened? Fang Yun, what allusion did you use?"
Fang Yun was silent. He really couldn't talk about that story.
"Oh, this is really an eye-opener! Who would have thought that after so many years of stalemate between the Ten Kingdoms, I would actually be able to witness an emperor's poem being completed. This is really rare!"
"Fang Yun, how did you come up with this poem?"
Fang Yun was silent for a long time, and said with a mysterious expression that no one could understand: "One day when I was a child, before dawn, I was playing by the Wudao River and saw the sun rising. I kept that scene in my mind and could never forget it. After helping Lord Feng complete "Locking the Dragon" today, I have been thinking hard to think of a poem that is more majestic than 'The tower overlooks the sea and the sun, the door faces the tide of Zhejiang'. Suddenly I recalled the scene when I was a child, and wrote this sentence naturally."
"So it's the Wudao River, that's not surprising."
"Lord Feng is enlightened by the river, and a painter from Dayuan Prefecture is also enlightened there. It is said that several scholars have also enlightened to many truths and will surely pass the imperial examination this year. Fang Wujia is really lucky. He has been enlightened by the Enlightenment River since he was a child. I am afraid that no one will be able to match his future prospects."
Fang Yun suddenly felt that Wudao River was really a good river.
Prefect Dong laughed and said, "Very good! If anyone dares to say that the flood in Jiangzhou was caused by you, I will slap him in the face! Good! Although Jiangzhou has suffered from the disaster for many days, you have destroyed a Saint Clan demon king who almost broke through Yuhai Port. You have made a great contribution! Now no one can stop you from becoming a fifth-rank state earl!"
"It is impossible for the Left Prime Minister to agree. I am afraid it will turn into a literary achievement." said one person.
"Literary achievements are literary achievements! Fang Yun is taking the imperial examination this year. He will pass the imperial examination next year and become a prefect in one step. It's more domineering than an emperor's poem!" Fang Shouye said with a smile.
Feng Yuanjun joked, "There are some top scholars who can become a fifth-rank prefect in one step. If Fang Yun can become a third-rank governor or a second-rank cabinet minister in one step, it will really scare the world."
Fang Yun said: "Don't talk about such vague things. Do you know which dragon in the white cloud is this? His voice is very nice."
"After the dragons transform into humans, their voices can be distinguished, but after they return to their dragon forms, unless we humans are very familiar with them, we cannot tell them apart. After all, dragon language, demon language and our human language are different."
Fang Yun nodded.
General Yu Xingshu of Dinghai said, "I'll send someone to pick up the things below. Don't worry, since the big shot of the Dragon Clan said that the dragon horn belongs to you, we will naturally not be greedy. You will naturally have a share of the dragon scales, dragon skin, and dragon blood."
Commander Lu said, "Let Fang Yun go to the army to measure it, and then give him a set of dragon scale clothes and dragon leather pants. The dragon blood of the Jiao King is not as good as the dragon blood ink ingot of Jianmei Gong, but it is also extraordinary. After it is made, just give him a box."
"Lord Lu has thought it through carefully. What do you think, Fang Yun?" Yu Xingshuo asked.
"Thank you, Lord Lu." Fang Yun naturally knew that it was very troublesome to make dragon scale clothes and dragon leather pants. Since he had obtained the most precious dragon horn, he had to give part of the other things to the Holy Academy and part to the national treasury. He would not get much, so it would be more convenient to take the finished products directly.
Yu Xingshu said: "Since the flood control is over, I will leave. Goodbye everyone."
Most of the military officers followed Yu Xingshu away, and only a small number remained.
Governor Lu didn't say anything, just nodded, turned and left.
"Farewell, Governor Lu."
The tone of the crowd was much more polite than when they had spoken to Yu Xingshu, but it lacked that sense of intimacy. After all, this man had a close relationship with the Left Prime Minister, and the officials of Yuhai Prefecture did not point fingers at him and scold him because of his outstanding military achievements.
Feng Yuanjun said: "You also know about Yinlong Pavilion. Even if you don't want to exchange the manuscript, this dragon horn can be exchanged for many things."
"I know that Yinlong Pavilion is the largest independent business in Yuhai City, specializing in East China Sea treasures. Is it really the store of East China Sea Dragon Palace in Yuhai?"
"Indeed. The people inside are not ordinary people. They all have dragon blood and are extremely powerful. Unfortunately, they can only pass the imperial examinations and no one has ever passed the imperial examinations."
"Then I'll go take a look in a few days. I want a cultural treasure, and Sister Yuhuan needs a harp. I want to buy her a cultural treasure harp in one go."
"Tsk tsk, your little wife has only been learning the zither for a short time, right? You are so kind to let her go. You can go and see her in a few days."
"good."
There was laughter and joy in the tower, and everyone seemed to have forgotten that there were still people from Qing. (To be continued...)