Scholars from all over the world secretly praise it.
One "take them all" and the other "take them well". Li Wenying made no secret of his contempt for Qing Guo, nor did he hide his strong self-confidence and fighting spirit.
Regardless of victory or defeat, let me first say that those who fight are truly heroic.
Li Wenying picked up his brush, dipped it in thick ink, and wrote three large characters on the page.
Chanting luck.
Then he picked up his pen and meditated, looking into the distance.
Some people followed Li Wenying's gaze and saw that it seemed to be the direction of Ning'an City, which was also the most important place in the city that Fang Yun had experienced.
Li Wenying hesitated to write, and the whole place was silent. No matter how the Qingguo scholars made noises before, they remained silent now, and some even pursed their lips nervously.
Li Wenying stood with his pen in hand, like a sword as high as a mountain piercing the sky, unstoppable.
Ji Anchang had been smiling before, but now he was looking at Li Wenying intently, with a serious face and bright eyes. There was a trace of redness on his face, and the blood in his body was surging, and his talent was surging.
The general closed his eyes and listened to the harp, because he had no opponent before him.
After dozens of breaths, Li Wenying was chanting and writing.
Only when the pen is written can one reach for the stars, and the dragon and the phoenix can hardly stop.
The hall was filled with flowers and three thousand guests were drunk, and fourteen states were frosty with one sword.
The drums and horns lift up the sky, the air is cold, and the wind stirs the sea and mountains in autumn.
Ning'an will always be the golden pillar. Who would envy the thousands of princes in those days
This poem means that when Fang Yun starts writing, his poetic talent soars into the sky, like a dragon rising, like a phoenix flying, with unstoppable momentum that makes the stars sway.
Fang Yun was both talented in both civil and military affairs. He could win over everyone at literary gatherings and mesmerize all the guests with his poems. Once in a battle, his words and swords shone with cold light and he could destroy a place as large as fourteen states. His sword was invincible.
Back then, Fang Yun fought against the barbarians. The drums roared, the trumpets shook the sky, and the killing intent was cold. It could even cool down the originally warm weather sharply. The momentum of the army swept across the world like a strong wind, blowing the mountains, rivers and oceans, and seemed to make the entire Holy Yuan. The mainland has entered autumn.
Fang Yun successfully defeated the barbarians and allowed Ning'an to stand firm, as if it had become a pillar supporting the heaven and earth. It was impregnable and protected the human race from being invaded by foreign enemies.
If the human race has people like this as role models, who would still envy those feudal officials, princes, generals and ministers
When Li Wenying wrote, "When the pen is written, the talent reaches the stars, and the dragon and the phoenix are difficult to control." Many readers nodded slightly. No matter what happens after this poem, the momentum of the first two sentences alone is worthy of Li Wenying. Also worthy of good luck.
When he wrote "Three thousand guests were drunk with flowers in the hall", many readers' eyes lit up. This sentence is exquisite and vivid, like a picture.
After writing "One Sword of Frost and Frost in Fourteen States", there were bursts of exclamations at the literary conference, and almost everyone was affected by the murderous aura revealed in this text.
"It's done!" After hearing this sentence, many people in Jingguo made a conclusion in their hearts.
This overwhelming spirit alone is not far behind even compared with Fang Yun's poems.
Then there was the sound of many tables and chairs shaking and heavy objects falling to the ground.
Even though many people heard it, they didn't even look at it. They still stared at Li Wenying, just looking at him from the corner of their eyes.
Where the Qingguo seats were, a large number of young scholars fell to the ground, their whole bodies trembling, shivering from the inexplicable cold air.
After Ji Anchang, who was drinking tea, heard "One sword frosted fourteen states", he clenched his cup, held his breath, and looked at Li Wenying quietly, and at the pages written by Li Wenying.
When the whole poem is completed, the heirloom light first lights up.
This is a war poem.
Ji Anchang's complexion suddenly turned pale.
War poems are not divided into different levels. However, the value of war poems handed down from ancient times is often equal to the poems handed down to the world. Moreover, these are war poems handed down by great Confucian scholars, and their value is higher than ordinary poems handed down to the world.
What's more, after the appearance of the handed down treasure light, a layer of treasure light that has never appeared in the human race appeared.
The brilliant sun in the sky trembled slightly, and then emitted an extremely brilliant light.
The whole world is white.
"That's..." Jiang Hechuan stood up suddenly and looked at Li Wenying, his eyes full of surprise.
Afterwards, countless great scholars and scholars stood up, and the scholars behind them immediately stood up.
"What's wrong?"
"Why are the great scholars so horrified?"
"General Zhang, what happened?"
Zhang Poyue stared with big eyes and murmured to himself: "There are countless poems reciting the sages and saints, and there are also many that have become war poems and even handed down from generation to generation, such as the war poems of famous generals and the war poems of kings. However, among the sages and saints, When the saint was alive, he wrote a poem in praise of him. If the other party could withstand the praise and it became a war poem spread all over the world, this legend has never appeared in the history of the human race. I am afraid it will come true... "
"What legend?"
For a time, the entire literary venue was buzzing with people, all asking about the legend.
However, those who knew the legend looked at Li Wenying quietly.
Li Wenying himself also showed a hint of surprise. He did not expect that his poem would become a war poem handed down from generation to generation.
After seeing the numerous treasures of light forming on the poem page, Li Wenying's heart moved, and he looked up at the huge talent sun in the sky. Then with a stroke of his pen, the poem page did not burn, but flew out and flew into the talent sun. .
"Mr. Jianmei, what kind of precious light is that?" A Jingguo Jinshi couldn't help but shout loudly.
Li Wenying looked at the huge blazing sun in the sky and said slowly but firmly: "Infinite treasure light!"
Many great scholars, bachelors and children of aristocratic families present took a breath, that legend had come true!
"What is the blazing sun of talent in the sky?" someone asked again.
Li Wenying suddenly showed a rare bright smile and said: "You will know when you all go to the holy temple to study this great Confucian war poem."
As soon as he finished speaking, the blazing sun of talent wrapped around the poem page, quickly took off into the sky, and flew towards Wenquxing.
Everyone looked up in surprise, and finally saw that the talented Lieyang entered Wenquxing.
Wenquxing seemed to tremble slightly, emitting a silver light, like a meteor streaking across the sky, fleeting and flying to nowhere.
"My wish is over!"
Li Wenying suddenly laughed and walked away from the cultural meeting, ignoring the next allocation of Shengxing.
At this moment, Jiang Hechuan suddenly walked quickly around the apricot grove, entered the holy temple behind, and then walked back slowly, with unconcealable joy on his face.
Several great scholars rushed over to ask.
"How about you learn the Confucian war poems of Duke Jianmei?"
"How powerful is it?"
"You should say something."
Jiang Hechuan shook his head slightly and said, "You can go to the holy temple and learn by yourself."
Some great scholars rolled their eyes at Jiang Hechuan and hurriedly entered the temple. After a while, these great scholars came back with the same expression as Jiang Hechuan, with incredible joy on their faces.
Daru who didn't go asked hurriedly, and their answers were the same as Jiang Hechuan's.
Except for Ji Anchang, the other great scholars couldn't bear it anymore and all entered the temple, and returned soon.
Except for the great scholar from the Qing Kingdom who looked a bit ugly, the other great scholars from all over the world had happy expressions on their faces. Even some great scholars who were known for their rigidity were also beaming with joy at this moment.
The other scholars wanted to know what happened and hurriedly asked, but these scholars were still thinking about it and no one answered.
Later, a great scholar from the Qing Dynasty sent a message to Ji Anchang.
Ji Anchang was stunned for a moment, his figure swayed, his body was in chaos, and a wisp of blood trailed down the corner of his mouth.
Ji Anchang pushed his chair and staggered out of the liberal arts college.
Many people from Jingguo and Qingguo looked at Ji Anchang's back and suddenly remembered that Ji Anchang escaped like this many years ago.
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