After Yan Yukong finished writing, he picked up his national poetry page with both hands, nodded gently, and said: "I have had the idea of reciting Fang Yun many years ago, but every time I prepared a draft, it was not as good as expected. Today, after hearing Mr. Chi's poem, it was like a light in my heart, and my creativity surged. In this way, I have also fulfilled my long-cherished wish."
Zong Wude, who was sitting nearby, asked, "What is your wish?"
"Let Fang Yun look at my poems and say sincerely, seriously and honestly, they are good poems!" Yan Yukong smiled.
The whole audience smiled. Perhaps this is the wish of all readers.
Ji Anchang looked at Yan Yukong, frowned, and whispered to the people around him about Yan Yukong's life experience.
However, many people of Qing looked at Yan Yukong angrily.
These people from Qing country stayed here originally because they wanted to see the scholars from Qing country surpass the people from Jing country. After all, Fang Yun was not here, and this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. However, Yan Yukong was different. As a person from Qing country, he actually helped Jing country and praised Fang Yun.
If it was just reciting poems to praise Fang Yun, it wouldn't be a big deal, but now Yan Yukong's poems praising Fang Yun have become the poems that protect the country. This means that if Qing Kingdom cannot come up with a more talented poem to protect the country, it will be doomed to failure.
Yan Yukong almost cut off the way for all Qing Kingdom scholars to attack Fang Yun.
Some people from Qing were whispering, while others were speaking loudly. They did not dare to attack Fang Yun openly, but only dared to make insinuations.
"Alas, the morals of the world are going downhill, and the practice of flattery and suppression is too common. This is not conducive to the growth of a generation of false saints!" An old scholar from the Qing Kingdom sighed and stroked his beard.
Zhang Poyue, who was sitting in the Jing State seat, glanced at the old scholar and said contemptuously: "No one has ever praised you to death, but you still have a big beard and no progress!"
Laughter could be heard everywhere in the literary gathering. The old scholar's face turned red and he wished he could crawl under the table.
At this moment, a middle-aged man in old blue clothes stood up and stood at the seat of Qing State, standing out like a crane among chickens.
There are three top scholars in one family, four scholars in father and son, Ji Anchang.
"Brother Po Yue, it is rather rude to accuse a kind-hearted old man like this."
Ji Anchang's voice as thunderous as spring thunder could be heard throughout the venue.
Most of the young people present did not know this person and were talking about him in a low voice. After learning of Ji Anchang's identity, the people at the scene were polarized. One side admired his achievements in poetry, after all, he had written a war poem that was passed down through the ages. The other side despised him for fleeing without a fight when facing Li Wenying, and now taking advantage of Fang Yun's absence to provoke him.
Zhang Poyue had never been afraid of anyone. Even if the other party was a great scholar, Zhang Poyue would say, "The Jinshi slandered the great scholar, so you should just speak righteously?"
Ji Anchang looked regretful and said, "I have been away from Shengyuan Continent for many years. I have devoted myself to hard training and sharpening my body and mind, but I never thought that the morals of the neighboring countries are declining and people's hearts are no longer the same. I also regard Fang Yun's poems and essays as my guiding principles. I read them over and over again, and I can't sleep even when the roosters crow. However, the human race is constantly growing, and each generation is stronger than the previous one. The most feared thing is to be complacent. Brother Wen Ying and I are old friends. Even if I criticize Fang Yun, he will show mercy. However, I am not targeting Fang Yun. I just recite a poem to express my feelings about the current trend."
Ji Anchang's words caused dissatisfaction among many Jing people, but many people could only suppress their anger. It was not a good time to refute loudly. Moreover, Ji Anchang was very famous in both countries at that time. Without Fang Yun, Quanjing Country could not find anyone who could suppress this person.
Li Wenying stood on a low platform not far away, nodded gently, and said: "After not seeing you for many years, Brother Anchang is more charming than before. Please recite your masterpiece for the benefit of readers all over the world."
Ji Anchang pondered for a moment and then recited the poem aloud.
"Fang Yun's poems have been passed down by word of mouth for so many years that they are no longer fresh. Every generation has its own talented people, and each of them leads the trend for decades."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was thunderous applause from the Qing Kingdom seats.
"good!"
"A wonderful poem! A wonderful poem!"
"It's not new to me now. My ears are already callused from hearing it."
"Each generation has its own talented people, each leading the trend for hundreds of years. This is a great sentence and a great work, and it speaks volumes! We Qing people are no less capable than Jing people!"
"This poem is far beyond the county level, and should also surpass the prefecture level. It has the talent of Mingzhou! Perhaps in a short time, it will be able to protect the country!"
The people of Qing praised him one after another. Zhang Poyue, who was not far away, said solemnly, "The scholars of Jing are learning from Mr. Ji Anchang seriously. On the surface, his poem is about Fang Yun, but in fact, it is about himself. The birth of Fang Yun, a great talent, made Ji Anchang's poems stale and only lasted for a few decades. If this poem was about Fang Yun, at least it would say 'each led the trend for tens of thousands of years'!"
Many Jing people supported Zhang Poyue.
So, the people of Youqing asked, "Zhang Poyue, how about you recite a poem?"
Both sides stopped clamoring and looked at Zhang Poyue.
"Okay! I will sing a poem." After saying this, Zhang Poyue stood up and looked proudly at the people of Qing.
Zhang Poyue said without further ado, "It is impossible to surpass the luck of the region with talent and strength. Who is the hero nowadays? You may look at the emerald orchid on the ground, or the whale in the blue sea!"
After hearing this, the people of Qing were unable to refute for a moment, as the poem was full of irony.
This poem is saying that those who criticize Fang Yun now will never be able to surpass Fang Yun. No one can be as outstanding as Fang Yun and rank above the crowd. The poems of those people are like kingfishers flying on orchids, delicate and weak, gorgeous and delicate, while Fang Yun's poems are like riding a whale on the sea, grand and majestic.
This poem is simply pointing fingers at those people and cursing them.
Everyone in Jing State applauded. Zhang Poyue's poem was not as fluent and popular as Ji Anchang's, but it was more powerful. No one could say that this poem was inferior to Ji Anchang's.
Ji Anchang nodded slightly, but a trace of vigilance flashed in his eyes. He didn't expect that Jing Country would have undergone earth-shaking changes after he left Shengyuan Continent for several years. Yan Yukong was fine, as he was from Qing Country, but Zhang Poyue was not well-known back then, but now he has become a big shot. The words of holding a whale swimming in the sea are not something that ordinary people can do.
Zong Xueyan on the side explained in a low voice that Zhang Poyue once led the navy and fought against monsters and barbarians, so he was considered a legendary figure, so it was not surprising that he wrote such poems.
Zhang Poyue said in a clear voice: "Mr. Anchang, please write another poem. After all, even a university scholar like me can compose one off the cuff. You were known as the little poet saint of Qing State back then!"
Many people in Qing changed their expressions when they heard the title of "Little Poet Saint", because this title had long been taken away by Fang Yun. In terms of both quantity and quality, Ji Anchang was far from being comparable to Fang Yun.
Zong Xueyan hurriedly reminded him in a low voice: "Zhang Poyue is afraid that you have better poems and essays to beat Li Wenying, so he deliberately provoked you to make yours in advance. If it's good, Li Wenying won't do anything, but if it's bad, Li Wenying will definitely recite the poem."
"I'm just afraid that Li Wenying won't take action!"
After Ji Anchang finished speaking, he stood up and recited like Zhang Poyue without saying a word, "There is nothing more surprising than the strangeness beyond the strangeness, one wave moves and thousands of waves follow. I only know that the poem is finished when the luck is exhausted, but who is the one who is surging across the vast ocean?"
The people of Qing immediately praised him.