One Punch Monk

Chapter 64
On both sides of the two parallel canals, the grassland is lush and neatly manicured. The big shots have their own desks, which are filled with wine and spiritual fruits.

All kinds of flowers and trees are planted on both sides, there are many delicate flowers like peonies and peonies, there are also vibrant green trees, and there are even many spiritual plants, which are full of vitality, which makes people feel Refreshing.

Shen Budu couldn't help secretly praising this scene. It seems that Haoran Academy spent a lot of money to hold this Liushang Poetry Conference, and actually brought all these precious spiritual plants here for the participants to watch. If this scene spreads Going out, I don't know how many people I will envy.

"did you see it?"

"what?"

"That's our Jinyang, the young lord of Wang's generation, who stomps the entire Hedong Road and shakes three times!"

"Hmph, in front of that prime minister of Qinghe Cui's family, what does a young lord do?"

Aristocrats passed on the scriptures from generation to generation, and such grand events as the Liushang Poetry Fair invited many people with high status in the clan and also practitioners of Confucianism.

With the beginning of the flowing water, every big shot in the north will cause a heated discussion.

Among them, Cui Shenye, who was left behind in Xijing, and Tongfengge Luantai Pingzhang Shi, was the most brilliant.

Cui Shenye was born in the Cui Ji branch of the Qinghe Cui family's southern ancestor. He was one of the six houses of the Qinghe Cui family. His father was Cui Renxuan, a famous official in the former Tang Dynasty, who was the Duke of Qingqiu County. The three emperors Gaozu, Taizong, and Gaozong, and the second sage personally tried the eldest grandson of the empress' rival when they came to court.

Therefore, this person is not only a powerful practitioner of the Confucian fourth-grade gentleman, but also owes his father's legacy. He became the prime minister at the age of forty and guarded Chang'an in Xijing for the empress. He is an important figure in Guanzhong Dao. Purple.

No wonder these scholars desperately want to participate in a Liushang Poetry Contest. If they win the appreciation of some important person with their talents, it may really change the fate of their lives.

Of course, all of this seemed to have nothing to do with Shen Budu, he just listened to it.

However, when he was listening to the scholar next to him, he was surprised to find that Huang Kai quickly turned his head away when he saw him.

Moreover, Huang Kai seemed to have squeezed into a new circle, while the people beside him were sitting on the other side, looking at Huang Kai from time to time with eyes mixed with horror, confusion, and shyness.

The panic and incomprehension came from the two companions, and the shyness came from Liu Liulang.

Heard about that night.
cough cough.

Shen Budu was not very interested in Huang Kai's death, on the contrary, he was quite curious about the wine bottle used for drinking Qushui.

This wine bottle is obviously a special spiritual weapon, it looks like it is only the size of a palm, but it floats slowly on the river canal, no matter who stops in front of it, whoever fetches it to pour the wine, it will never decrease.

It should be good for storing water.

If there is nothing to say about the wine bottle or the canal, Shen Budu would not believe it, because it obviously floated past the seats of the big shots, and then got stuck by accident.

And you must know that Liushang Shihui is actually a PK game in essence.
Two canals, two wine bottles.

The two people selected by the wine bottle will have a round of competition.

In the first round, the wine bottles from the river canal on the east side were parked in the seats of Haoran Academy.

"It's Master Huang, Huang Erhe!"

"Brother Huang, today the dean has chosen 'leisure' as the topic, is Master Huang prepared?"

Everyone looked over, Shen Budu also listened attentively.

"This father is busy teaching and educating people, um, teaching and educating people."

"Xueshi Huang was known for his talent in his early years. I think he will be able to write amazing works this time. It is possible to be the top one. Brother Huang, don't you think so?"

Huang Kai smiled awkwardly, and the corners of his mouth moved slightly.

He couldn't hear the sound, but Shen Budu had excellent eyesight, so he judged his words by reading his lips.

"...don't ask."

"Hey, Mr. Huang is a person who has served as a 'hidden phase', and he can easily come up with edicts, so why are you afraid of mere poetry?"

"...don't ask."

No matter how you ask, Huang Kai doesn't say anything, which can't help disappointing everyone.

At this time, Liu Liulang suddenly asked someone to hand over a kit with affection.

Huang Kai was so frightened that he didn't even read his father's poems, and ran out on the pretext of going to the toilet.

Soon, everyone understood why Huang Kai refused to ask.

The wine bottle in the canal on the west side actually stayed in front of Cui Shenye, who was left behind in Xijing and was in charge of Tongfengge Luantai Pingzhang.

If Huang Erhe, who once served as a bachelor of the North Gate, is the "hidden face" of folk jokes, then Cui Shenye is a veritable Prime Minister of the Great Zhou Dynasty!
Although "Tongfeng Pavilion Luantai Pingzhangshi" is actually "Tongzhong Shumenxia Pingzhangshi" was changed by the empress.

Although Cui Shenye's main official position was staying behind in Xijing, the prime minister was just a name, and the Dazhou was a group of ministers, and the prime minister of Nanya was jointly held by many people.

But in any case, Cui Shenye was the highest-ranking civil servant present, but it was an undeniable fact.

Huang Erhe Huang Fuzi saluted from a distance across the river, and Cui Shenye also returned the salute.

"Scholar Huang, please!"

"Cui Xiang is so kind, Huang has made a fool of himself."

Master Huang brewed for a while, and the aura in his body soared, and a "artistic conception" faintly emerged in the sky.

This is a unique method of Confucian practitioners, which can be used to explain poems with artistic conception, and can even be used in battle.

What I want to say here is that Liushang Poems are not impromptu poems, and impromptu poems must be written to be peerless poems. For example, Li Bai, who wrote a hundred poems about fighting wine, has not yet been born in this era.

Therefore, in order to avoid embarrassment for everyone, the topic of the poetry meeting must be broad and common.

It is nothing more than a few limited types such as farewell, chanting, homesickness, landscape, etc., and even the frontier fortress rarely appears, so that the important people can prepare their belly drafts in advance, so as not to make a fool of themselves.

Of course, if you didn't bet on the right topic, you will be fined three cups with a laugh, and it will be over.

Master Huang didn't intend to punish himself with three cups, he pondered for a long time, when all eyes were on him, Master Huang fully mobilized the aura in his body.

The awe-inspiring aura rose up, and as he recited, not only did he write poems in mid-air, but also evolved a corresponding scene.

"The leisurely courtyard is only growing berries, and there were no cars and horses on the three paths. The hotel is still worried about the cold and food, and the laziness of the heart will not be ashamed.

Although the guests drop off in front of the door, the fish are poor and their gills are exposed by the stream.He is becoming more and more courteous, and he has to say that there is Yan Hui in the back alley. "

As Master Huang recited, the artistic conception changed constantly, and what a demoted official who was talented and learned but had no choice but to live in idleness appeared in front of everyone as he strolled home.

Obviously, this kind of complaint poem must have been written by Master Huang after he was demoted, but it has never been published.

As the first poem in the opening, it is quite satisfactory, and it is already at the level of the passing line.

Shen Budu looked at the artistic conception in the sky, and couldn't help being a little curious, if he also drives the aura to recite poems to build the artistic conception, will he be able to succeed?

After trying those one hundred auras, he was about to refine them in the past few days, leaving only the last dozen or so.

Shen Budu even vaguely felt that if the complete refinement was completed, he would be able to perfectly release that pose
In the competition between the two sides, the artistic conception will collide with each other. This is a kind of Confucian "literary battle". What kind of scene will it be when Cui Shenye, a fourth-rank practitioner of Confucianism, makes a move?

(End of this chapter)