I am gradually omniscient in the heavens

Chapter 179 Three Hundred Tang Poems

Hearing Zhuang Mohan's words, Fan Xian waved his hands and said, "There is no him in the history books, or in other words, there is no him in the current history books. There is a gap in the history of this world, and the records about him have long since disappeared. In the dust of history.

The era he lived in was an era with thousands of years of romance and dazzling literary talent. "

Hearing this, Emperor Qing's eyes instantly became sharper. Regarding this moment, Emperor Qing knew something, but Emperor Qing just looked deeply at Fan Xian and didn't say anything.

Zhuang Mohan said nothing, and asked, "Could it be that he is from the legendary fairy world?"

Hearing this, everyone in the palace laughed out loud, thinking that Fan Xian was talking nonsense.

Fan Xian looked at the people in the hall and said, "That is the picture scroll left in my dream, it is my remaining memory."

Guo Youzhi smiled and asked, "Master Fan, what do you mean, you traveled to the fairy world in your dreams and even recited a poem when you came back?"

Then Guo Youzhi came forward and saluted Emperor Qing, saying that Fan Xian was just sophistry and wanted to punish Fan Xian for his crimes.

Fan Xian turned around and asked, "Mr. Zhuang, does your teacher write many poems?"

Although Zhuang Mohan didn't understand why Fan Xian asked this question, he still said, "My teacher wrote a lot of poems."

Fan Xian asked again: "Are there many unknowns?"

Zhuang Mohan replied: "Shi Haigoushen, lesser known than the one just shown."

Fan Xian laughed when he heard the words, patted Guo Youzhi on the shoulder, and said, "Who said I was only memorizing a song in a dream."

After speaking, Fan Xian walked forward, drank the wine in his hand, and threw the glass on the ground.

He reached out and took the wine jar in the hand of a eunuch who was pouring wine.

Say loudly: "Paper here, ink here."

Hearing this, Eunuch Hou understood with just one look from Emperor Qing, and hurriedly asked people to prepare pens, ink, paper and inkstones. At the same time, Eunuch Hou knew that Fan Xian's handwriting was really not very pretty.

Immediately said: "Mr. Fan, if you want to compose a poem, this old slave has the courage to transcribe it for you."

Hearing this, Fan Xian smiled and drank from the wine jug in his hand.

Seeing this, Guo Youzhi said, "Master Fan, do you want to compose two or three more poems temporarily to prove that you read them from the fairy world?"

Seeing Fan Xian walk up to Guo Youzhi's place, he said, "You don't know, that memory is as vivid as a chisel, every book I've read in that memory, every book I've read I remember every single word perfectly."

Guo Youzhi thought that Fan Xian had lost his mind, and said with a smile, "Do you know what you're talking about?"

And Guo Baokun also chimed in from behind: "I'm afraid I've lost my temper and started talking nonsense."

Seeing that Fan Xian ignored them at all, he directly raised his head and drank the wine in the jar to the bottom, smashing the wine jar next to Guo Youzhi's seat, smashing the wine jar to pieces.

Then Fan Xian staggered up the steps, turned to face the crowd, and began to recite poems.

"Don't you see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning"

"Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward."

".I don't know the palace in the sky. What year is it? I want to ride the wind and go home."

"Looking at the sword with the light on while drunk, dreaming of returning to the company of blowing horns"

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Looking at Fan Xian in the hall, everyone was stunned for a moment.

At this time, Fan Xian walked up to Yun Zhilan and took the sword over. Yun Zhilan was already surprised by Fan Xian's literary talent, and he didn't notice it for a while.Fan Xian actually got the sword in his hand.

Fan Xian picked up Yun Zhilan's sword and started dancing. The guard wanted to step forward, but Emperor Qing stopped the guard, wanting to see what Fan Xian was going to do.

I saw Fan Xian dancing his sword while reciting poems.

"Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, the Wu hook is bright with frost and snow.

The silver saddle illuminates the white horse, rustling like a meteor.

Kill ten people in ten steps, and stay in a thousand miles.

Hello.

Leisurely drink Xinling, take off the sword knee and cross.

Will Zhi Zhu Hai, hold on to persuade Hou Ying.

Three cups of Turanuo, Wuyue is light.

After the dazzling ears are hot, the mood is suddenly born.

Handan was first shocked when he rescued Zhao with a gold gavel.

Qianqiu two strong men, Xuhe Daliang city.

It is not ashamed to be a hero in the world.

Who can write your Excellency, Bai Shou Tai Xuan Sutra. "

The moment Fan Xian finished reading the poem, the sword dance also ended. At the same time, a huge aura surged from Fan Xian's body. Only Emperor Qing and Yun Zhilan noticed it. Xian unexpectedly broke through in this palace.

That's right, because of these verses, Fan Xian's heart was opened, and at this very moment, he entered the ninth rank.

At this time, Hong Sixiang outside the hall also noticed Fan Xian's burst of breath, and jumped up to the front of the hall. Emperor Qing waved his hand when he saw Hong Sixiang.

Hong Sixiang glanced inside the hall, said nothing, saluted, and went back outside the hall.

After Fan Xian broke through, he didn't stop reciting poems. After throwing the sword to Yun Zhilan, he continued reciting poems.

Emperor Qing looked at Fan Xian with a smile on his lips, and the more he watched, the more satisfied he was. This Fan Xian could be said to be both civil and military. At this time, Fan Xian was about to be 17 years old. Not only did he have such a poetic talent, but his martial arts realm had reached the ninth rank superior.

In the whole world, it can be said that such young talents will never be found again, not to mention that there will be no future ones, at least there will be no one before.

The most important thing was that this Fan Xian was the flesh and blood of Emperor Qing, so at this time, Emperor Qing was of course even more satisfied.

Fan Xian is still reciting poems.

At this time, the Eldest Princess Li Yunrui's face had changed. He knew that the plan had failed.

Although Zhuang Mohan knew that the plan had failed, he was very interested in Fan Xian's talent. At this time, the poem Fan Xian chanted made Zhuang Mohan nod and stroke his beard frequently.

I saw Fan Xian read aloud: "I don't see the ancients before, and I don't see the new ones in the future. I think about the long life of the world, and I feel sad and weep."

After reading, Fan Xian looked up at the ceiling, and did not speak out for a long time. Emperor Qing knew that Fan Xian no longer wrote poems.After tidying up his instruments, he looked at Fan Xian.

Sure enough, Fan Xian looked at Eunuch Hou and asked, "Is it over a hundred?"

At this time, Eunuch Hou was already writing with some cramp in his hands, and he said quickly: "Oh, Mr. Fan, it's already over a hundred."

Fan Xian waved his hand and said, "Then let's do this!"

Guo Baokun was already beaten to death, and he was also drunk at this time, and said: "How can there be any fairyland in this world?"

The second prince indeed said: "If there is no fairyland, where do these lines come from?"

Guo Baokun did not hesitate, and blurted out: "It must have been written by him."

After finishing speaking, he felt something was wrong, and added: "Even if he wrote these poems himself, even if he wrote thousands of good poems, there is no way to prove that the seven-character poem was not copied by him."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the palace knew that the Guo family was over, how could such a poetic talent copy someone else's poem.How can you bother to copy other people's poems?
(End of this chapter)