In the beginning of a poem of seven killings, I use the article to kill ghosts and gods

Chapter 44 Spring River Moonlight Night!
After seeing this scene, Bai Zijin stomped his feet angrily.

Because in this way, even if Lin Buyu did not pass the literary test, he must be the one who stands out the most in this literary meeting.

"What do you think if you don't speak?"

Amidst the uproar in the audience, Xu Ye stopped the pen in his hand and turned to look at Lin Buyu who was beside him.

There was still a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he was not angry because of Li Moyan's sudden appearance.

"Who do you think Lin Buyu is?"

Lin Buyu glared at Xu Ye with some displeasure, then raised his head and frowned at Li Moyan and said:
"The number one scholar, please go back, the vulgar work of the little girl is not worthy of your poem."

"What did you say?"

Li Moyan, who had been beaten since he was a child and was rarely rejected by others, looked at Lin Buyu with a look of disbelief, as if Lin Buyu spoke a language he couldn't understand.

"I said, you don't need to write poems for this painting."

Lin Buyu repeated it, his tone became colder and more uncompromising.

"Lin Buyu, you are confused, this is the number one scholar."

"Don't let the number one scholar write poems, but ask a ghost to write poems, isn't it stupid?"

Discussions around him revived, and many people began to accuse Lin Buyu of being ignorant of flattery.

"Sister Buyu, you are offending even the number one scholar."

"In order to show off a moment of pride, even the number one scholar dared to refuse. After all, he is just a woman with little knowledge."

Not far away, Bai Zijin and Liu Muxuan began to gloat.

"Xu Ye, write!"

But these people still don't understand Lin Buyu's personality, the more you object, the more she will do it, don't say you are the number one scholar, even if the emperor stands in front of her with the saint, she will never change her mind.

"Good."

Xu Ye smiled "hee hee".

He re-dipped the pen in his hand with some ink, smoothed the edge of the pen, and then began to deliberate and prepare to write.

"Come, come, come, everyone, let's have a look, if you can make the silent girl reject the number one scholar, this ghost messenger must have a good writing style."

In the crowd, Liu Muxuan encouraged his subordinates to start booing, and made everyone gather around the table.

Because the nature of this essay meeting was inherently communicative, the old Confucian scholar Liang didn't stop the crowd from booing, but just watched coldly from the sidelines.

Li Moyan, the number one scholar who was rejected by Lin Buyu, was not angry because of being rejected by Lin Buyu, but after a short period of confusion and bewilderment, he regained his cold and arrogant posture and stood quietly aside, Waiting for Xu Ye's writing.

"Chunjiang."

Under everyone's gaze, Xu Ye wrote down two words, and then all the onlookers read them out in unison.

I have to say that Xu Ye's handwriting is pretty good. It is a running script that is different from this world. It has an elegant charm that catches everyone's eyes.

"The tide reaches the level of the sea."

Then, Xu Ye wrote down the first line of the poem in one go, and then picked up the pen and ink again.

"The Spring River...the tide reaches the level of the sea."

After Old Confucian Liang read the first line of the poem completely, his cloudy eyes suddenly lit up.

Li Moyan, the number one scholar at the side, also showed surprise.

"This sentence fits the painting very well."

"Not bad."

Quite a number of scholars who had been watching the play turned serious at this moment.

Lin Buyu was also surprised, because Xu Ye's poem not only matched the picture of her painting very well, but even the artistic conception was very similar.

Then, amidst the obvious changes in everyone's eyes, Xu Ye landed and wrote the second sentence——

"The bright moon on the sea rises with the tide."

When the last stroke of the character "sheng" fell, the huge scripture hall hall was dead silent, so quiet that even the "rustling" sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper could be heard clearly.

Almost everyone, including Zhuangyuan Lang, was staring at the two poems on the scroll in dumbfounded.

"The tide of the spring river connects with the sea level, and the bright moon rises together with the tide... A small literary society for recruiting sages, and you can come up with such a masterpiece?"

Old Confucian Liang also muttered to himself in disbelief.

At this moment, there was no one in the scripture hall, and they showed a hint of contempt for the little devil who was writing hard in front of him, and everyone's faces were full of surprise and expectation, surprised by these two shocking poems , looking forward to his next complete poem.

Some people have even begun to pick up pen and paper to extract from the sidelines.

Only Liu Muxuan and Bai Zijin stood there with distorted expressions as if they had eaten Coptis chinensis.

"The slanting moon sinks deep into the sea fog, and the road to Xiaoxiang is infinite."

"I don't know how many people will return by the moon, and the falling moon will fill the river and trees."

A moment later, Xu Ye wandered around with his pen and wrote the last two lines of poetry.

"boom!……"

And just after he wrote this complete "Spring Break Flowers and Moonlight Night", the flowering pen that had been hanging in the air at the side suddenly released a turbulent tide-like aura of arrogance.

Immediately afterwards, amidst the astonishment of the crowd, Spring and Autumn Brush used awe-inspiring aura as ink to draw a picture of a moonlit night that was exactly the same as Lin Buyu's painting in the sky above the scripture hall hall.

In this picture of a moonlit night, the bright moon floating above the sea reflects the entire sutra hall as if it were daytime.

"Peerless poem, this is a peerless poem!"

Seeing this scene, someone in the scripture hall couldn't help but exclaimed.

And just in this exclamation, the Spring and Autumn Brush suspended in the air suddenly tapped lightly on the bright moon, and then pulled the whole painting down to the night painting on the paper in front of Lin Buyu's desk. month map.

Immediately, the painting hanging in the air was transformed into an aura of grandeur, and began to flow into the painting on the table like a waterfall following the lead of the spring and autumn brush.

After a while, Lin Buyu found out with disbelief that his originally ordinary picture of the moon at night had turned into a picture full of grandeur.

Especially the bright moon above the picture scroll, which is constantly spreading awe-inspiring aura.

"Don't be too surprised, Miss Silent, this is the Spring and Autumn Pen using peerless poems as ink to turn your picture of Yeyue into a sacred object."

At this moment, Old Confucian Liang stepped forward to pick up the Spring and Autumn Brush, and then explained something to Lin Buyu with a gentle smile.

"And it's a third-grade sacred object at the beginning, and it will even have the appearance of destiny in the future."

Li Moyan, the number one scholar, added with a bit of envy.

"I didn't expect that there are young disciples like Mr. Xu who can write peerless poems in this capital. I'm sorry."

Then Li Moyan turned his head to look at Xu Ye, and bowed to him with a serious face.

"Don't, just copied it casually."

Xu Ye was a little embarrassed.

"Brother Xu is too modest, even with this poem, you should come to the Taixue Palace."

Li Moyan said with regret.

(End of this chapter)