noffsinger Chapter 1145 Who cares about the cold west wind?
Chapter 1145 Who cares about the cold west wind?
Chapter 1145 Who cares about the cold west wind?
The people below also made a loud noise, accompanied by screams...
"Isn't this the rhythm of poetry? How could it be possible that it came from the hand of a great master of poetry?" someone said.
"This is not a poem! But this is a poetry platform, and it doesn't have to be a poem. Maybe someone is writing an essay."
"Yes, a great master of poetry, how could he not understand rhythm? How could he make such a low-level mistake in this situation?"
"Look further..."
The next five sentences came out in one stroke...
"I remember the place where we left.
Now the mountains are far away and the waters are long,
A heart full of sorrow removes the remaining makeup,
The water of youth flows westward,
After we parted, the east wall was full. "
There was a slight sound in the sky, like water flowing eastward, and colorful waves filled the sky and the earth, interpreting an unparalleled beautiful picture in the sky.
"Colorful Wenbo!" the whole audience shouted.
“Original and first work!”
"Although this poem does not follow rhyme, it is very exquisite in that it is connected from top to bottom and has a good length. This is a brand new style of writing!"
“Oh my god, today we can actually see the beginning of a brand new genre of writing?”
"That's right, if there's nothing special in such a high-end occasion, it would be difficult to fully display the elegance of a high-end scholar..."
As soon as he said this, he was ridiculed by the people around him: "Brother, what you said is a bit hypocritical. Isn't the flute played by Grandmaster Lin a new way of music? Why did you reject it? But when it's this person's turn to open a new path in literature, you praise him so much."
"There is a fundamental difference. The flute is an instrument, but poetry is not. The beauty of the instrument can cover up the lack of literary virtue of the person holding the instrument, but poetry is different. If Heaven approves, then it is approved..."
For a while, there was a lot of discussion.
Eventually, there will be a trend towards a common understanding.
There is indeed a difference between poetry and musical instruments.
The musical instrument itself is exquisite. Even if someone farts, it can produce heavenly music. Do you think it is the instrument that is at work or the person?
Poetry is different. Without the medium of tools, it directly demonstrates the literary and moral foundation of the literati. If the way of heaven approves it, it is a hard thing...
The pen in the hand of Nanhe Jushi suddenly turned into a folding fan. He waved the fan gently, and there was endless elegance. He smiled faintly: "In the way of poetry, it is easy to stick to the rules, but it is difficult to open up a new way. This "Linjiangxian" is not a poem, but a new style of writing, called: Ci!"
Opposite him, Deng You suddenly had a line of sweat on his forehead.
Poetry was what he had studied all his life, and he considered himself the best in Xiandu. However, to follow the other party's topic and stir up the colorful waves of heaven within the short time of an incense stick was also a matter of chance for him.
Even if he was really lucky and wrote a colorful poem, he still lost because he was sticking to the rules while the other party was opening up a new path...
His mind was agitated, and his thoughts instantly became a mess. The inspiration that just came to him disappeared...
Everyone's eyes were fixed on Deng You's face, and their minds were in a mess...
Even in the deep palace, His Majesty half leaned over again, and scratched the jade table with a few fingers again...
The third prince also felt a chill in his heart...
The entire Xiandu was in a dead silence, feeling an extremely heavy pressure...
Deng You, can you handle it?
He had indeed written poems that could stir up Qicai Wenbo before, and even more than one. He also wrote a monograph on poetry called "Poetry Talks through the Ages", but could all this past support him in winning the final round today?
difficult!
too difficult!
Beside Deng You, only a small piece of the incense stick was left.
The pen in Deng You's hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.
His forehead was covered with sweat.
The whole city was filled with spectators, but those who could see his appearance clearly had cold sweat in their palms.
"It's over, his mind is in chaos!" Ji Qianling's voice was transmitted to Lin Su, and her own voice was also in chaos.
This is what happens when you worry too much.
Originally, she didn't need to care because she was just a member of the Luotian Sect and had little to do with this literary war. However, she didn't know whether it was because of Lin Su's help or his harm, but she was dragged by him into this literary war.
If she wins, she will, like Su Yuexin, glorify an era with her sacred and noble literary reputation.
However, in the current situation, she didn't see any possibility of winning.
Lin Su gently put down the teacup in his hand and slowly raised his head: "Brother Deng, I have read your "Poetry Talks Through the Ages" and I know a thing or two about poetry. How about I write a piece of practice on your behalf today to repay your "Poetry Talks"?"
Deng You raised his head suddenly, his eyes full of disbelief.
Everyone in the city was shocked.
Seeing Deng You sweating profusely, suddenly someone else jumped out and wanted to take over this heavy responsibility?
Does he know how heavy this burden is?
On top of the nine-petal golden lotus, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. Is this okay?
Lin Su's eyes turned to Bai Yutai: "Elder Bai, I remember that the rules of this literary gathering are: the contestants are determined by each party, and it is not limited to one person only playing one match, right?"
Elder Bai nodded slowly: "Although the rules do not restrict it, but..."
A clear voice suddenly interrupted: "Since there is no restriction, there is no 'but'... As long as the leader of your dynasty agrees, Master Lin can take over this round on behalf of Master Deng!"
The voice was decisive.
It was the female envoy who was one of the two special envoys from Baiyujing.
She didn't utter a word during the whole process.
But at this most critical moment, she spoke.
With just one sentence, he bluntly blocked Elder Bai's "but" and directly agreed to Lin Su's request.
The third prince's brows slightly relaxed: "Agree!"
The word "agree" means that the person in charge of the Daotai Center has been replaced!
Lin Su stepped to the center of the Taotai and replaced Deng You as a contestant in the poetry competition.
Everyone in the city had colorful eyes, including Ji Qianling.
This junior fellow apprentice actually went on stage to write poetry?
In the early days, his divination had already shocked her to the point of prostrating herself, but she accepted it because both she and he were members of the Luotian Sect, and it was not surprising that the people of the Luotian Sect had reached any level of divination.
She hadn't gotten over the shock of his cheerfulness yet, and now he was taking over the battle of poetry.
Can he really write poetry?
Far away outside the capital, Su Yuexin's eyes suddenly lit up in the void, and Jin Sican's eyes beside her also suddenly lit up: "Miss, he can also write poetry?"
"The spring waves are green under the sad bridge, and once a stunning figure was reflected in it!" Su Yuexin murmured, "Outsiders may not know these two lines of poetry, but I do! The person who can write such stunning lines should be a superstar in the world of poetry! Will this trump card be revealed today? What kind of earth-shattering and soul-stirring lines will it be?"
At the Daotai Center, Lin Su finally came face to face with Nanhe Jushi.
Huang Xiu, the lay Buddhist from Nanhe, laughed: "Your Excellency, by coming out like this, are you declaring this Grandmaster Deng a failure?"
Lin Su said: "Master Huang, please don't forget that at this moment, your opponent is me, and the victory or defeat has nothing to do with others."
"Wonderful!" Huang Xiu said, "There are only ten breaths left. Master Lin, please!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone held their breath at the same time...
Time, only ten breaths left...
Where are his poems?
Lin Su laughed: "Ten breaths are enough!"
He lowered his hand, used his finger as a pen, and wrote in the air...
"Huanxisha. Who cares about the cool west wind?
Who thinks of the west wind and is left alone to cool down?
Xiaoxiao yellow leaves close the windows,
Standing in the setting sun, thinking about the past..."
As soon as the three lines of poetry came out, everyone's eyes lit up. The wording of this poem is so exquisite, and the three lines are truly on paper with unparalleled artistic conception.
Lin Su's fingers continued...
"Don't be alarmed by the heavy spring sleep caused by alcohol,
Gambling on books makes the tea smell gone.
At that time, I thought it was normal! "
As soon as the last word fell, the sky above suddenly shook slightly...
Colorful Tiandao Wenbo interprets the desolate mood of the west wind alone...
"Seven-color Wenbo!" Someone below shouted, and countless people stood up!
“And it’s a new style too!”
"He uses a new style of writing to counter a new style of writing, and he is not inferior in the slightest! Is he still a master of music? Isn't he clearly a master of poetry?"
"How can we decide the winner now? Both sides are colorful..."
Suddenly, the sound below stopped!
The Heavenly Dao Wen Bo behind Lin Su suddenly turned into green lotuses and transformed into Wen Dao Qing Bo in a moment!
"Qingbo?!" Ji Qianling stood up suddenly on the stands. Her face was no longer as transparent as white jade, but faintly red, as if a bottle of red dye had been overturned behind this flawless jade.
The Third Prince Ji Cha's face flushed without warning. His eyes were as bright as autumn water, and he stared at Lin Su as if he didn't know him at all.
Deep in the palace, the Immortal Emperor's body, which had always been unmoved by wind and rain, suddenly trembled, and the jade table in his hand turned into dust out of thin air.
Zi Qiwen rushed towards that queue, and everyone was petrified at the same time.
The face of the monk Nanhe who was sitting opposite Lin Su turned pale.
Lin Su bowed slightly to Nanhe Jushi: "I'm sorry, Master Huang, you lost!"
boom!
The entire city of immortals shook!
"Won!"
"we won!"
"We won the Baiyuwen battle..."
The waves of calls came one after another, and the entire Xiandu was completely boiling...
Amid the boiling tide, on the high platform of Baiyujing, Elder Bai's face seemed calm, but if you looked closely, he was vaguely embarrassed. The female envoy next to him smiled slightly: "Elder, announce it!"
Elder Bai stepped forward with a smile on his face: "The White Jade Literary Contest has come to an end. I declare that the winner is... the Eastern Region Immortal Dynasty!"
boom!
At this moment, everyone in heaven and on earth began to cheer...
Lin Su returned to his own team. Two maids came over with a tray. The Third Prince Ji Cha reached out, picked up the teacup from the tray, and presented it to Lin Su with both hands: "Master Lin, you have worked hard!"
"Thank you, Your Highness!"
The two looked at each other, and saw joy in each other's eyes...
"In compliance with my father's order, I will host a celebration banquet on his behalf. Masters, follow me!" Ji Cha bowed again.
"Thank you, Your Highness!"
The contestants from Ziqiwen Dynasty have already left.
They were the second group to leave.
In a blink of an eye, all the guests on the viewing stand left.
But the glory and excitement it brought to the whole city cannot be eliminated overnight...
On the high pavilion in the northwest corner, the woman in white who was lying on the soft couch sat up, stretched out her bare hand, caught a pen in the air, and wrote...
"Who thinks that the west wind is alone in the cold, rustling yellow leaves behind closed windows, meditating on the past and setting off the setting sun..."
Outside the pavilion, the sun is setting.
The pavilion seems to be a projection of the poem.
She looked at the projection for a long time, and at the manuscript of poetry in her hands for a long time, and seemed to be completely mesmerized.
"Young Master, this boy is so stunning that he is rarely seen in the world. Do we need to issue him the 'Tian Fang Order'?" The purple-clothed woman next to him bowed.
The girl in white slowly raised her head and shook her head gently: "It's not Tian Fang Ling, but 'Rou Si Tie', remember it!"
"Yes!"
Outside the city, the sun sets over the mountains.
The ground is covered with yellow leaves and golden yellow.
The canary jumped down from the tree and landed on Su Yuexia's shoulder. Su Yuexia walked forward step by step on the Xishan Ancient Road...
She walked very slowly, as if she was afraid of crushing the sunset with every step...
"Who cares about the cold west wind blowing alone... Miss, is this poem really that good?" The canary whispered.
"Is it really that good? Certified by the Heavenly Dao Qingbo, it is the pinnacle of poetry and prose!" Su Yuexin exhaled softly: "I originally thought that Zeng Jinghong Zhaoyinglai was his limit, who could have thought that in the blink of an eye, someone like Who Reads the West Wind Alone in the Cold came? Who is he? What is he seeking? Is there really someone in the world who is so proficient in the art of calculation, music, and poetry?"
A grand event, a glimpse into the world of literature and art, will be a sleepless night for the entire Xiandu tonight.
The whole city was in an uproar.
Hotel discounts.
The brothel began to compose and sing, and the lyrics were ready: Who remembers the cold west wind alone...
Under the great power of heaven, the sunset seems unable to sink.
The sun was setting in the sky, and the brothels, the restaurants, and the various high towers all seemed to have become the setting sun as this poem spread...
Huixian Tower.
The menu at the royal restaurant owned by the Eastern Region Immortal Dynasty is in line with the recipes of the Imperial Palace.
The waiters inside were all palace maids.
The guests who came were all royal relatives.
The third floor is the most honorable floor. The third prince Ji Cha sits in the main seat. On his left is Zeng Gong, the academician of the Imperial Examination Hall. On his right is He Yue, the academician of the Hanlin Academy. Below them are the five contestants.
The Grand Secretary of the Hanlin Academy is not here.
Xie Dong, the Grand Secretary of Wenyuan Pavilion, was not there either. They went to His Majesty's side immediately. Perhaps to analyze, perhaps to report.
Ji Cha raised his cup and said, "Today, in the White Jade Literature Competition, all the masters worked together to compose a brilliant chapter of literature. Father is very pleased. I have specially ordered this prince to host a banquet on behalf of Father to entertain you all."
Everyone raised their glasses and expressed their gratitude towards the northwest, where was the imperial palace.
Ji Cha smiled slightly: "Before the banquet officially begins, there are still some rewards! Come..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door to the outer chamber opened, and one eunuch held the imperial edict in his hand, while another eunuch held a tray...
"The Immortal Emperor has issued an edict. All the masters have worked hard and made great contributions. You are allowed to stand and receive the eunuch's order!" said the eunuch.
The five contestants stood up at the same time, left their seats, walked to the door of the pavilion, and bowed at the same time.
"The Immortal Emperor's decree: The White Jade Literature War is related to the status of the Immortal Dynasty and the great plan of the Immortal Dynasty. The five masters have defeated powerful enemies and achieved unprecedented merits. The Immortal Dynasty should reward them heavily! Wenyuan student Lin Su was promoted to Wenyuan fifth-rank scholar, Wenyuan student Ji Qianling was promoted to fifth-rank scholar, Xianchao Academy sixth-rank teacher Deng You was promoted to fifth-rank professor, Hanlin Academy seventh-rank imperial envoy Zhou Yu was promoted to sixth-rank imperial director, Gongyuan seventh-rank envoy Lu Qingyao was promoted to sixth-rank director. In addition, one thousand Immortal Yuan are granted to each of them! This is the decree."
"Thank you, Your Majesty!" The five of them responded in unison.
A tray was placed next to it, with a yellow bag for each person. Lin Su weighed it and found that in addition to the immortal essence, there was also a token in the bag. This token was equivalent to his previous official seal.
He and Ji Qianling looked at each other and smiled, both of them were happy.
"Become an official now!" Lin Su's three words entered Ji Qianling's ears.
Ji Qianling smiled softly: "Yes, who would have thought that I, Ji Qianling, would also be an official one day."
This is the difference between a bachelor and a student.
If students were part of the Xian Dynasty's organization, then bachelors would be regular court officials. One of them was of the fifth rank, and the other was of the junior fifth rank, both of which were quite high official positions.
This is also a special case. The Immortal Dynasty has never been so generous in appointing officials. A person was directly promoted from a commoner to a fifth-rank official. In the secular world, this is the treatment of a top scholar.
But it is still appropriate today.
Lin Su won two games and Ji Qianling won one game. It was the two of them who pulled the Eastern Region Immortal Dynasty out of an absolute disadvantage and won the final victory in the Baiyuwen War.
Therefore, they are the ones who deserve the big reward!
As for the other three people, although they played no role in the entire war, the Xian Dynasty also emphasizes humanity in its actions. Five people form a team. If the team wins, the others will also receive rewards as long as they have made efforts. However, the rewards are much lighter than those for these two people.
Most of them were promoted one or two levels.
However, the huge reward of Xianyuan is treated equally by everyone.
What is Xianyuan?
An upgraded version of Jingyuan!
One immortal yuan is equivalent to one hundred crystal yuan, one thousand immortal yuan, and one hundred thousand crystal yuan. The purchasing power in Xiandu is probably equivalent to the purchasing power of one hundred thousand taels of silver in the former capital of Da Cang. One can definitely make a fortune.
However, what Lin Su was most excited about was something else.
What excited him most was that he could enter Wenyuan Pavilion and obtain all kinds of top-secret information in Wenyuan Pavilion!
The immortal decree has been issued.
Prizes claimed.
The eunuch who delivered the imperial edict has left.
Everyone was excited...
Just as Ji Cha was about to bring all the heroes to the banquet, he suddenly stopped...
On the attic, a group of people appeared...
The person in the front, wearing gorgeous clothes and a jade crown, looking handsome and elegant, is none other than His Royal Highness the Crown Prince Ji Yun.
Behind him was a group of people that Lin Su had seen before. The old man in purple was the Prince's young master Hong Bo, and there were also the Prince's groom, the commander, and others.
"Brother Crown Prince!" The third prince Ji Cha bowed deeply.
"Greetings to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!" A group of people knelt down at the same time around Lin Su.
Ji Qianling frowned slightly, a little undecided, but when she saw Lin Su's actions out of the corner of her eye, she made up her mind and bowed!
Don’t kneel!
According to the rules of the Immortal Dynasty, when you see a royal family member or a person of high rank outside the court, you don't have to kneel down.
They are all people of class.
You don’t have to kneel!
Of course, people will definitely like you kneeling down more, however, Ji Qianling didn't intend to make herself uncomfortable. Anyway, Lin Su was more senior than her, so if Lin Su didn't kneel, she wouldn't kneel either...
The prince swept his eyes across the entire room. At this moment, his face was radiant with energy, as if there was not even a trace of the previous stain.
"I happened to be next door, and I heard that my brother was leading the masters to hold a banquet here, so I came to take a look."
"If I had known that the Crown Prince was next door, I should have gone to pay my respects to him. It is my fault that I have caused him to move away!" said the Third Prince.
The Crown Prince smiled widely and patted the Third Prince on the shoulder. "As the saying goes, ignorance is not a crime. How could I blame you? I came here uninvited, just to offer a glass of wine to all the masters and thank you for your unparalleled contributions to the Immortal Dynasty."
The three contestants kneeling in front kowtowed together and said at the same time: "The honor I have today is all due to the support and recommendation of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. Any achievements I have made are all due to His Royal Highness. I am absolutely unworthy of your respect..."
The prince smiled and said, "Masters, you are too modest. My recommendation is also based on the overall situation of the Immortal Dynasty..."
His voice paused slightly and his smile was stiff, as if he had not noticed Lin Su and Ji Qianling until this moment.
His voice stopped, his eyes fixed, and the atmosphere in the pavilion seemed to freeze.
The purple-robed old man stepped forward and said, "Lin Su, Ji Qianling, why don't you kneel down to the prince?"
His voice was deep, powerful and intimidating.
Lin Su smiled, "According to the rules of the Immortal Dynasty, people of high rank do not need to kneel when they see His Royal Highness the Crown Prince outside the palace. The kneeling of the three of them should be to thank His Royal Highness the Crown Prince for his recommendation. However... I have not been recommended by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. If I thank His Royal Highness for his recommendation, wouldn't it make His Royal Highness feel like I am seeking fame? Therefore, I dare not kneel!"
This statement is polite and reasonable, but it is also extremely harsh.
All three of them were chosen by the prince, and it was their right to kneel down.
And I, who was not chosen by the prince, played a key role in the arena. Now that you have seen my value, you come over and ask me to carry your sedan chair. Isn't this just for fame and reputation?
The prince's face darkened.
The atmosphere in the entire attic suddenly dropped to freezing point.
The purple-robed old man's face suddenly turned purple: "You bold lunatic! Are you so arrogant as to look down on the Crown Prince because of your merits?"
Lin Su said: "Your Majesty has just issued an imperial decree, clearly telling the world that I have made real contributions to the Immortal Dynasty! But the Crown Prince's Junior Tutor said that I was just 'confident about my contributions'. Don't you think this is a disobedience to Your Majesty?"
The old man in purple almost had his hair flying.
Lin Su stopped looking at him and turned his gaze to the Third Prince Ji Cha, whose expression was changing with time: "Your Highness, this cup of toast is for you!"
He stretched out his hand, and a wine glass on the table flew up. He tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp. Then he stepped into the air and disappeared!
There was deathly silence in the field.
Ji Qianling also extended her hand: "Your Majesty, I would like to offer you this glass of wine as well!"
She raised her head and drank the wine. There seemed to be a long river in the sky, and she walked away on the waves.
In the pavilion, the prince's face turned pale and he stared at the sky. He suddenly turned around and went downstairs to the third floor!
Within Wenyuan...
The night is deep...
Lin Su stepped into his Juxianju, and the four maids knelt down at the same time, like four tuberoses blooming at the same time, their faces were all red: "Congratulations to the head of the family for showing his prowess in the arena!"
"Congratulations to Mr. Lin for his joy of learning and his poetry skills that amaze the world!"
The former is an eunuch and the latter is an outsider.
No matter whether they were eunuchs or maids, they all witnessed with their own eyes today how Lin Su, standing on the high platform, controlled the situation. The waves in their hearts were probably something that most people could not handle.
Lin Su smiled softly: "What is there to congratulate my family for? Prepare some wine and food for me."
The two eunuchs, Xiaorou and Xiaoruan, ran away, but the two waiters were a little surprised but did not show it.
They were sent by King Nanjiang to serve Lin Su, so they naturally knew that King Nanjiang was hosting a banquet on behalf of the Immortal Emperor tonight. The young master was such a great contributor, it would be ridiculous for him not to be drunk, so how could he not have eaten?
It really is!
Lin Su really didn’t eat!
If the prince had not suddenly jumped out, he would definitely have food to eat, but since the prince jumped out, he would have no food to eat.
(End of this chapter)