Three Kingdoms: At the beginning, Lu Bu was mistaken for his father-in-law

Chapter 119 118 Lin Mo's Shocking Technique (Two Chapters)

On the sixth day of October, the day will be chosen for the poetry meeting.

Although Lu Bu, Chen Gong and others all knew that Lin Mo's poems would have beauties to help out, and there would be glazed treasures as the first prize, which would definitely be very popular, but the scale is far beyond their imagination, and the only words that can be thought of are One, unprecedented.

Under the background of becoming an official through the examination system, the imperial court has no imperial examinations, and there is no need to hold political poetry conferences, but aristocratic families in various places will hold them from time to time. The most exaggerated one is the Yuan family, which once created the three states to absorb Scholars, a grand event gathered by thousands of scholars.

And Lin Mo's poetry meeting this time, covered people from the great Han and Kyushu, and there were [-] people from powerful families and poor students from all walks of life, and there were even many local officials.

These are just scholars and students. Counting the accompanying servants and others, more than 3 people rushed into Pengcheng.

Obviously, it is impossible for Ziyang Academy to accommodate so many people. No matter whether they want to or not, no matter whether they are slapped in the face or not, in the end, they can only hold this poetry meeting in the Pengcheng school grounds. Only in this way can we ensure that all the poor students can admission.

Even so, Lu Bu still issued an order that only scholars can enter the venue, and servants are not allowed. This is to ensure the absolute stability of the scene.

Thousands of people, shouting does not necessarily ensure that everyone can hear it.

At the same time, considering the large number of people, the poetry meeting was changed from two days to three days in order to allow the examiners enough time to review the grades.

In order to ensure absolute fairness, Lin Mo's method, two-in-one system, was adopted to select the leader of this poetry meeting.

The poems and songs written by the scholars will be scored by ten invited Confucians, and the one with the highest score will win.

For example, Guan Ning, the descendant of Guan Zhong, Zhong Di, the great sage of Yingchuan, etc., and almost all ten great sages came from different prefectures and counties, so it would not be biased and let them play with regional culture.

Regarding their arrival, Lu Bu brought along Lu Wentao, Chen Gui and other celebrities from the older generation of Xuzhou to receive them. After all, they were too forceful.

Even Lu Wentao said that he had no idea that Lin Mo would be able to invite these famous Confucian scholars.

In fact, these people are either concentrating on literature and not politics, or they are not in office because of the disaster of the party, so they are still interested in this level of poetry.

As people entered the arena one after another, the noise at the scene also began to boil.

There was no other way, a gathering of knight-errants from all the great families and various circles gathered, and the acquaintances were not only Pang Tong and Xu Shu, some were classmates, some were old friends, and even admirers.

"De Zu, the grandeur of this poetry meeting is far greater than the one held by Yuan Shao two years ago. You have to show your talent and win the top prize." A man in a Confucian robe who was over forty years old Seriously exhorted to the young man beside him.

Yang Xiu nodded calmly, "Uncle, don't worry, my son knows the significance of this poetry meeting leader to the Yang family, so he won't repeat the mistakes of Yecheng."

Two years ago, the poetry meeting held by the Yuan family had Chen Lin win the first prize. Yang Xiu has always been worried about this point.

But that's just a dissatisfaction in literature, this time is different from back then.

The Poetry Club gathered scholars from all over the world. Once it wins the first prize, it will not only increase the momentum of the Yang family, which already bears the title of fourth generation and third prince, but also attract students from poor families all over the world to vote for it.

Lin Mo put so much thought into marrying us, how dare he let him down.

For this poetry competition, he was under some pressure at first, but later he heard that all poems, songs and prose are acceptable, and the subject matter is not limited, so he felt that he had the chance to win.

All because after losing to Chen Lin and returning to Yang's house, he was hungover all day long, and he was impressed by watching the garden all day. He became very popular in poetry and inspired, so he made a "Jie You Fu".

Yang Xiu, who was extremely confident in this poem, did not publish it to the public, but chose not to publish it, in order to wait for the second Yuan family to hold a poetry meeting, and to overwhelm Chen Lin, but he did not expect to use it today.

Fortunately, Yang Xiu came to the poetry meeting with the name of the Hongnong Yang family, the fourth generation and the third prince, ready to show off his skills.

There are also some people who can't come because of their status, but they deeply understand the great interests behind the poetry meeting, so they have to come, so they pretend to be others.

For example, Cao Cao sent Xun Yu, his most trusted subordinate, and his eldest son, Xun Yun, to bring with him the "Guan Canghai" that he had recently published with his feelings.

He didn't care that the Xun family's prestige would climb to the top after winning the championship, and he didn't even care that he wasn't the one who left his name in history, as long as the ultimate goal could be achieved.

On this point, Cao Cao has always been pragmatic and not unrealistic.

Of course, it was also a helpless move. If he could, he would send his son here for the best, but there was a danger of being taken hostage, so Xun Yun was more suitable after thinking about it.

In addition, Zhou Yu invited his uncle Zhou Zhong to represent the Zhou family. The masterpiece behind it is that he wrote "The Song of the Long River" after the defeat of Guangling and when he crossed the river and returned to Jiangdong.

The difficulty of life is like the endless river. Although there is an ambition to go east to the sea, the process is slow and the journey is so difficult.

At the right time, Lu Bu, who was wearing the court state pastoral uniform, sat at the chief position of the commander's platform, quietly watching the scene in front of him.

He has always been scolded as a border refugee, and has always been despised by the big families. Unexpectedly, today my son-in-law made arrangements, but you and the others had to gather in Pengcheng and sit under my eyes.

This can only be a feeling of relief, because everyone can come to Pengcheng not because of him, Lu Bu, nor because of the pair of glazed treasures, but because they value the great sages invited by Lin Mo, and value the future after winning the championship. The benefits brought to the family may last for decades.

Therefore, Lu Bu, as the host, did not have the opportunity to speak in the opening remarks. The oldest of the ten great Confucian scholars, Zhong Yao's father Zhong Di, stood on the podium and shouted: "The poetry meeting will begin!" .”

A gong sounded, and the scene became quiet.

Afterwards, dressed in white clothes twice, he walked towards the martial arts arena.

The big and the small Qiao wore the same white veil skirt, with a slender figure and graceful demeanor, just like a fairy. Unfortunately, the faces of the two girls were all covered with veils, so they couldn't see their appearance at all.

Even so, those nimble eyes also reveal a coolness that runs counter to the scorching and chaotic world, like a fairy who does not eat the fireworks of the world.

I don't know how many people at the scene came for the good name of Xiao Qiao, so when they appeared on the stage, they immediately attracted the attention of countless people. In addition, the second daughter's guzheng performances were sometimes high-pitched like a torrent, and sometimes whispered like still water. People are hooked.

Although I couldn't get a glimpse of Er Qiao's face, this kind of beauty that still holds the pipa and half hides her face seems to show that mysterious beauty even more.

The scholars on the field were either eating fruit or drinking fine wine, shaking their heads and indulging in it.

After a song, there are many applause.

After Er Qiaofu took care of Fu's body, he left generously.

"The competition begins!" With the sound of Zhong Di's old voice, the scholars finally came to their senses from their wandering mind, with unfinished emotions.

Afterwards, they picked up the brushes that had been prepared on the table, and began to write vigorously on the silk cloth.

Looking at it like this, it is obvious that everyone is ready.

Lu Bu, who was on the general stage, saw that all the scholars were immersed in writing, so he couldn't help looking around, "Where is Yunwen, why don't you see him?"

"He seems to have gone out riding with the lady."

Zang Ba on the side muttered softly, "And only rode one horse."

Hearing this, Lu Bu's face turned dark. What time is it? It's still romantic. Young people are just full of blood, and it's understandable. Who hasn't been young yet, but you don't come to such a big poetry meeting, what are you trying to do? ?
Lu Bu was also wondering what kind of brilliant plan he had, but now it seems that it is nothing.

You must know that the investment of this poetry meeting is all from the treasury, not to mention the board and lodging arrangements of these celebrities, who sacrificed Anfeng's position to the Lujiang scholars, just the fruits and drinks eaten by the thousands of people in front of them. The wine is an astronomical figure.

It also reminds me that a proud soldier is bound to be defeated, and that you can never be complacent. I think you are quite floating now.

It is difficult for Lu Bu not to get angry if this matter is left to other people, but for Lin Mo, he can always challenge his bottom line again and again, and in the end he thinks it is a waste of time.

Not long after, someone began to send the silk cloth to Dianjiangtai for ten great sages to review and approve in turn.

In Xuzhou in October, the late autumn is slightly cool, the autumn is high and the air is crisp, and there will be performances by Xiao Qiao later, even if all the works are submitted, no one leaves. Everyone sits quietly, and the great thing is to discuss each other in a low voice. s work.

In less than half an hour, the silk cloth on the stage was piled up into several hills. The Confucian scholars sometimes shook their heads and curled their lips, and sometimes nodded slowly, discussing in whispers and commenting on the works in their hands.

Before I knew it, the sun was setting, but there was still half of the unapproved silk cloth, and I guess I could only wait for the results to be published the next day.

Of course, in this process, it should be said that within three days, anyone who has an idea can still submit a work.

That night, Pengcheng became a city that never sleeps, and the scholars were all talking about the works during the day.

Xu Shu sat in the habitual corner with some confusion, not knowing what was going on.

"Is there anything I don't understand? Doesn't Yuan Zhi know that Lin Mo, like Lu Bu, is from a lowly family background, and it's not easy to know a few words. Do you still expect him to jump out and compete?" Pang Tong drank his wine , scoffed.

"I know that."

Xu Shu rested his chin and murmured, "How could it be possible for someone as intelligent as him to defeat Cao Cao who was in full swing head-on, and destroy Yuan Shu's foundation with a single piece of broken stone.

It's not like what he's supposed to do. "

"Xiao Sheng forgot what his last name was after a few games, thinking that holding a poetry meeting would be able to call on scholars from all over the world, it's just a dream."

Pang Tong, who didn't see any cleverness, said coldly: "I'll go back to Jingzhou when the results come out tomorrow. It's a waste of time. What about you, are you following our Pang family's convoy?"

Xu Shu took a deep breath, feeling a little melancholy.

He came here intentionally to test out Lu Bu's quality, and if he could do something, he would assist him if he didn't mind.

He also knew that the most important person to judge Lu Bu's quality was not Lu Bu, but Lin Mo.

But Lin Mo's move was really stupid, and he didn't see half of his talent and grand strategy. Could it be that his trip was really in vain.

"I may need to stay for a while." Xu Shu still thinks in his heart that it is absolutely impossible for Lu Bu to get all this today. well.

If thinking in this direction, Xu Shu felt that he should continue to stay and investigate.

If he can set up a situation where he can't even react to it for a long time, then his methods are enough to convince himself.

"Could it be that Shi Yuan's heart is towards the North Kingdom?" It seemed to be changing the subject, but in fact it was still testing Pang Tong's intention to stay.

Pang Tong sighed, bored, "Whether it's Cao Cao or Yuan Shao, they are all in my consideration right now, that is, their strength background, they are worthy of my service."

"You, like Kong Ming, both have great talents. I don't know who will be favored by the two of you in the future."

In Xu Shu's view, it is possible for Pang Tong to choose the master in a short period of time, but Zhuge Liang will not.

Behind Pang Tong is the Pang family of the four major families as the backing, with sufficient background, and he can speak his mind in Jingxiang.

As for Zhuge Liang, although Zhuge's family is also a famous family, but after avoiding disasters and scattered, they lost their foundation. Naturally, relying on his own talent, he can shine brilliantly, but his role in the princes at the beginning must be far inferior to Pang Tong.

Of course, Xu Shu also knew that Zhuge Liang had been running the business for the past few years. He had established his reputation through Mr. Shui Jing, Sima Hui, and he had recently gotten closer to the Huang family, as if he had a crush on Huang Yueying.

The Huang family was originally the number one family other than the four major families, and was also related to the Cai family. If this happened, Zhuge Liang's reputation in Jingzhou would climb to a new peak.

At that time, he could truly be considered as famous as Pang Tong, not only for his talent, but also for his family background.

"I, Pang Tong, was born with a good head. I am not in a hurry to do business. I have plenty of time to think about it." Pang Tong is very arrogant.

Xu Shu was deeply convinced of this.

In addition to being full of talent, whoever wins Pang Tong is equivalent to getting the support of Jingxiang Pang's family. If one wants to govern Jingzhou, the support of the four major families is indispensable.

Why Jiangdong Sun Ce is fighting Shanyue desperately now, isn't it because the four big families seem to be at odds with him.

In this state, it is inevitable to transfer the conflict, which is also a helpless thing.

Therefore, in the eyes of Xu Shu, who was born in a poor family, Pang Tong's pride was full of confidence.

The next day, early in the morning, the scholars ran to the school grounds to check the list.

After overnight batching by ten great Confucians, the results have come out.

The top three are Xun Yun's "Guan Canghai", Zhou Zhong's "Long River Song", and Yang Dezu's work "Jie You Fu" brought by the confident Yang Dezu is only the third. This is unacceptable. The results are even worse.

Shady!There must be something shady!

The corners of Yang Xiu's eyes twitched, his entire face was red with blood.

But when he finished watching "Guan Canghai" and "The Song of the Long River", he shook his head helplessly like a deflated ball.

Xun Yun's "Guan Canghai" is rich in imagination, majestic, desolate and tragic. It outlines the magnificent scene of the sea swallowing the sun and the moon and containing thousands of things. With the enterprising spirit of the world in mind, what a poem.

"The Song of the Long River" is not too much, from which you can deeply understand a kind of attitude towards life, do your best, follow the will of God, do not force, and do not act rashly.

These two works are really overwhelming themselves, and it is not wrong to lose.

"Unexpectedly, the Xun family in Yingchuan won the first place."

"What's so strange about this? The Eight Dragons of Xun's family had the same scenery at one time, with a profound heritage, and I don't know how many books they have."

"You can't say that. Poems and songs are all about talent. If you don't have talent, it doesn't matter how many books you have."

"But no matter what, the leader of this poetry meeting has come out."

"Not necessarily, the poetry meeting will last for three days, and today is only the second day."

"Yesterday, all the scholars have submitted their works. Is it possible that someone can make a more majestic work than Guancang Hai?"

Scholars around the list talked and commented a lot.

Obviously, no one has any objection to "Guan Canghai" winning the top prize, and they don't think that anyone can create more brilliant poems and songs in the past two days, so many people have gathered around Xun Yun to express their congratulations.

"It's still a top-notch masterpiece."

Pang Tong, who was still reeking of alcohol last night and was drinking again in the morning, came out with a bad nose, and nodded with his mouth flattened, "That's all, go back and get ready, let's go back to Jingzhou."

"A good poem, with a myriad of scenes, and a vision of the past and the present, is not something that can be made by ordinary talents. I feel that the person who wrote this poem should be a hero or even an overlord." Xu Shu, who was also surrounded by the list, couldn't help but murmured language.

Of course, poetry requires talent, but it also needs experience. Without certain experience and background, it is impossible to write such lines.

Pointing Lu Bu on the stage with his hands folded, he looked at the scholars who were commenting in front of him, and his heart was calm, as if the whole matter had nothing to do with him.

What on earth is this brat Yunwen thinking? There are a lot of scholars here, and there are countless students from poor families, but the number of scholars in Ziyang Academy has only increased by more than twenty, what's the use?

Sending glazed treasures, and spending so much money, what a loser, let’s make it, make it hard, and in the end our son-in-law Weng can only be laughed at by others!

Xiao Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, and finally completed the task. In the future, he no longer needs to be restrained by Lu Bu, and can go home and marry with peace of mind.

The ten great Confucians saw that no one had any objections to the list, so they were all ready to go back.

Some scholars have even started to leave.
Just at this time, there was a commotion outside the school grounds.

I saw a row of sergeants coming in carrying screens one after another. Everyone was puzzled and looked at each other in blank dismay. Even Lu Bu himself was confused, why did the soldiers of the patrol battalion come here.

With the screens placed on the ground around the martial arts arena, Ruo Rong held his head high and strode forward to the ten great Confucian scholars, bowing and bowing: "Gentlemen, please stay."

Then he waved his right hand, pointed around, and said: "Last night, the Marquis of Lanling became very popular with poetry. He wrote 99 poems in one night, all of which were written on the screen. Gentlemen, please comment!"

Madness!How could it be possible to compose 99 poems overnight!

Heh, don't you think that putting things together and perfunctory casually can also be called poetry?

He has long heard that he was born in Lin Mojian, can recognize a few words, and learns to compose poems.

It is true that everyone dismissed Lin Mo's feat of composing 99 poems overnight, and only regarded him as a sensationalist.

Both Yang Xiu and Pang Tong showed contempt on their faces, and Xu Shu couldn't help but shook his head, writing poetry is not so easy, young man.

Joe and Joe also looked at each other, with surprise in their cool eyes.

"Sister, do you think this Marquis of Lanling is playing tricks? How could he write a poem overnight? Is it possible that he hired a helper?" Xiao Qiao leaned to Da Qiao's side and muttered.

Da Qiao shook his head, "No, no one in the world does not hesitate to be famous. If he really has this ability, he may not be caught for him."

Xiao Qiao pouted knowingly, then he must be bragging.

Let alone them, even Lu Bu, who has always been full of confidence in Lin Mo, is also stunned now, son-in-law, you are playing a little too big.

However, the ten great Confucians could not sit idly by. They were here to be examiners. If someone submitted a work, they would be graded. Even if it was a mess, it would have to be a full stop.

Then, under the leadership of Zhong Di, the ten Confucian scholars leaned against the screen.

With just one glance, Zhong Di and the nine scholars behind him were stunned.

"One day the roc rises with the same wind, and it soars up to [-] miles; if the wind stops when it comes down, it can still shake the dark water"

What a good poem, especially the opening sentence, "Rapeng rises with the same wind in one day and soars up to [-] miles."It can be said to be exciting, and the ambition of young people is vividly reflected.

Just for this poem, it won't lose to Guan Canghai. Zhong Di felt that it would be necessary to discuss who will be the top poet of today's list.

Do not.
wrong!

There are 98 songs left!

Zhong Di, who was nearly seventy years old, moved towards other screens with difficulty.

The scholars present couldn't help but feel a little suspicious, why is there something wrong with Mr. Zhong's expression.

Not only Zhong Lao, but other great Confucian scholars also had strange expressions.

Is it not.
Everyone leaned over immediately.

Even Lu Bu couldn't help but jumped off the platform, found a screen and looked at it.

Xiao Qiao wanted to join in the fun, but was rejected by Da Qiao's eyes.

They came here only in exchange for freedom, and don't worry too much about other things, this is what the old father specifically explained when he was parting.

"Life is a hero, death is a ghost"

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

"The bright moon in the sea has tears, and the sun in Lantian is warm and the jade smokes"

"The wind is rushing, the sky is high, the ape screams and mourns, and the white bird flies back to Zhuqingsha"

"Yun thinks about clothes and flowers, and the spring breeze blows the threshold of Revlon"

"The lonely sail is far away, the blue sky is gone, only the sky of the Yangtze River can be seen"

For a while, the entire school grounds were filled with the sound of poetry reading aloud, and there was no more discussion.

They seem to have forgotten to be amazed, to praise, to enjoy poetry, and to devote themselves to the scenery, feelings and emotions depicted in the poem.

Even the most arrogant Yang Xiu and Pang Tong couldn't help themselves.

The 99 screens attracted everyone like magic.

Finally, after a full hour, the nine Confucian scholars led by Zhong Di finished reading all the poems on the screen.

With dignified expressions and calm expressions, they walked slowly towards Dian Jiangtai.

The figures of the ten great Confucians also affected the hearts of the scholars present.

Although, they all knew that the result came out, not to mention the people present, even if the scholars of the world were tied together, it is impossible for anyone to shake Lin Motoukui's position.

However, they still prefer to hear Zhong Di shout out the final result.

"Talent in the world is one stone, Lin Yunwen monopolizes eight talents, and the world has two talents!"

When Zhong Di shouted out the words, everyone fell silent.

He didn't call Lin Mo the top poet, but gave such a shocking reputation, which is equivalent to pushing Lin Mo to the position of the world's literati and poets.

but
Did he make a mistake?
It doesn't seem to have either.

Among these 99 poems, which one is not a quatrain that can be sung for a long time and will last forever?

What is poetry?This is called poetry, what we did yesterday is nothing but a show of shame.
What's even more commendable is that he, Lin Yunwen, wrote 99 poems overnight, amazingly talented, No. 1 through the ages.

It is not too much to say that he has the talents of eight fights, really it is not too much.

Yang Xiu felt helpless and furious. Didn't he say that he was an illiterate pariah? How could it be possible!

I have seen it with my own eyes, but I have to admit that picking out one of these 99 poems at random is crushing my own existence.

Xu Shu pressed his chin and pursed his lips, so, this is Lin Yunwen's ultimate goal?
Win the first prize of poetry, and then use this to win over the poor families in the world, cultivate your own power, and even make the rich and powerful families look sideways and be tempted.

Really clever, clever ah.

This is like Lin Yunwen in my perception.

Xu Shu's heart was moved. He felt that such a person, such a master, was worthy of his assistance.

"Hey, my son-in-law, Lin Yunwen is my son-in-law." Lu Bu smiled from ear to ear, and kept emphasizing Lin Mo's identity to the scholars.

Yes, Lu Bu was very excited, even happier than when he captured Guangling and Lujiang.

His status as a border refugee, who has always been criticized by others, is his depression, as if it is difficult to enter the elegant hall.

But, but, I found a son-in-law, who was called by the great Confucianist Zhong Di as the one who enjoys all the talents in the world, the glory of the ancestors, the glory of the ancestors!

Lu Bu's eye sockets were actually moist.
He is really happy, and this kind of happiness is not like the momentary excitement of winning the city, but like letting out the bad breath that has been accumulated in his heart for many years.

Yunwen, that brat, why don't you ride a red rabbit with Ling'er, what if you get hurt from a fall, no, if you see him, you have to scold him a few words.

"Why isn't the Marquis of Lanling here?"

Finally, someone asked this question.

"Yeah, he is the top poet, a man of great talent, and I heard that he is not yet a weak crown, please ask Marquis Wen to let him come out, so that we can see him too."

"Chen Jin in Xiayingchuan, please see the Marquis of Lanling."

"See you, Marquis of Lanling!"

With all these yells, Lu Bu finally felt that his identity as the host was remembered by everyone. These sour and rotten scholars turned a blind eye to me two days ago, and now they will be out of politeness.

It has to be my son-in-law.

"All right, all right, I'll send someone to pass him on." Lu Bu waved his hand proudly.

It seemed that at this moment, the atmosphere of the poetry meeting really rose.

People seem to have finally realized that what Zhong Di said was not exaggerated, it should be lower.

Because, Lin Mo has never been good at poetry and prose, he is a military wizard who is rare in a century.

Especially in the battle of burning Anfeng County, in Pengcheng, he was able to help Liu Bei defeat the enemy.

Before the sergeant sent to invite someone had time to run out of the school grounds, a person walked by the entrance.

The man was dressed in a white Confucian gown, with a blue bridle showing elegance, a sword hung around his waist, and a cloak flapping behind him, wearing the attire of a traveling knight.

The young man in white robe walked to the middle of the martial arts arena, cupped his fists towards the great scholars on the stage, "Junior Lin Mo Lin Yunwen, I have met you gentlemen!"

Surrounded by blank faces.

He is Lin Mo?
Lin Mo, Marquis of Lanling?
Really young and promising, whether it is demeanor or talent, they were all top-notch at that time.

In the distance, Da Qiao couldn't help tilting his head to look at Lin Mo. He is a handsome young man, talented in poetry and prose, and has an unfailing record. He is the No. 1 in the world.

Da Qiao, who was already cold, felt her heart wavering.

Xiao Qiao also blinked her eyes, and couldn't help muttering in her heart that Jiangnan talents are far inferior to this person in terms of talent, fame, and appearance.

Since Qiao and Qiao instinctively took two steps towards Lin Mo's position, many scholars noticed this move and shouted in their hearts.

Damn it, if only I were the one standing on the stage, not only would I become famous all over the world, but I would also win the hearts of beauties, it would be a good story forever!

Don't say it's them, even Lu Bu is feeling in his heart, Yunwen, you brat is more majestic today than I was in the battle at Hulaoguan back then.

"Okay, okay, good-looking talent, gentle and elegant, a hero is a boy." Zhong Di nodded.

"Dare to ask, sir, can this junior be regarded as the top poet of this poetry meeting?" Lin Mo still clasped his fists and shouted loudly.

Pang Tong sneered coldly in his heart, installed it, right? Do you want to emphasize it again?
"Of course! You became 99 poems overnight, and each capital is enough to be sung. You deserve your title as the champion of poetry." Zhong Di replied.

"Thank you sir, but"

Everyone held their breath and looked at Lin Mo in a daze, "Actually, there are 99 works, not [-]. Please allow the juniors to read the last work aloud in public. If the gentlemen think this work is also considered a good work, this poem will be regarded as the top poem." deserved."

"Oh?"

Now, the ten great Confucian scholars became interested again, "Is there any good work? Read it quickly!"

The 99 songs just now have already made everyone feel agitated in their hearts, and even the elderly have great ambitions.

The last song at the bottom of the box must be more brilliant than the previous 99 songs, otherwise he would not choose to ask for the first reading in public at this time.

It is so, it must be so.

Not only the ten great sages including Zhong Di, but also the scholars present felt that this must be the case. They all stretched their necks, swallowed, and waited for Lin Mo.

"However, this is not a poem, but an essay."

"A call to action?"

Everyone didn't wait for a good work, but only waited for such a sentence, so they were a little at a loss.

You must know that the proclamation is a document used for exhortation, recruitment, denunciation, etc. In theory, it is impossible for this kind of carrier to appear more brilliant than those verses just now.

But he is Lin Yunwen, a man who enjoys all the talents in the world. The scholars want to believe it, so they hurriedly urged: "It is agreed that there is no limit to the subject matter. Poems, songs and prose can be used. Forget about the essay, please Lanlinghou Read it quickly!"

it is good.

What I want is your words.

Lin Mo slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, opened them suddenly, and shouted loudly:
"Gai Wenming's main plan is to control change by danger, and loyal officials worry that it will be difficult to establish power. Therefore, there are extraordinary people, and then there are extraordinary things; there are extraordinary things, and then extraordinary achievements are made.
Sikong Cao Cao, his grandfather's constant servant Teng, and Zuo Ji and Xu Huang were evildoers, gluttonous and unrestrained, hurting and abusing the people; his father Song, begging and raising him, because of the stolen goods, he used gold chariots and jade, and transported goods to wealthy families. Stealing the Ding Division, Overturning the Heavy Weapon
The one who gets to be the leader will be granted the title of Marquis of 5000 households and a reward of [-] million yuan.Don't ask any questions about those who are partial to the generals and school officials.Widely promulgate favors and trusts, reward Bunyan talismans, and announce to the world, so that the salty emissaries will know that the Holy Dynasty is in trouble.Like a law! "

This was originally Chen Lin's call to action against thieves. After Lin Mo recited it in one go, the entire school ground fell into a deathly silence, with nothing but the sound of the wind.

Everyone stared at Lin Mo with wide eyes, at a loss.
This this this.
Is this condemning Cao Cao?

Is this going to attack Cao Cao?

As expected of the talented Lin Yunwen, Cao Cao was scolded bloody in the essay, but the whole essay shows a domineering spirit, it must be a peerless masterpiece that can be spread at home and abroad.

Xu Shu staggered back two steps, and when he looked at Lin Mo again, the admiration in his eyes was filled with fear and fear.

Such scheming, such scheming by the city government, shocking methods, shocking methods!

He finally understood what Lin Mo wanted to do.

This poem will be just a pretext from beginning to end, what he really wants to do is to read this pleading against thieves in front of everyone.

First, 99 poems were used to occupy the position of the chief poet, and finally the essay on calling for thieves became the chief among other works.

Just imagine, if everyone recognizes him as the chief poet, it means they agree with his call to action, and naturally they must follow the content of the call to action to condemn Cao Cao.

This is clearly forcing everyone to fight against Cao Cao with him.

My God, this person. Xu Shu swallowed, feeling his scalp tingling and his head trembling. He couldn't even think of any words to describe Lin Mo.

A person who is less than a weak crown year has such deep intentions.

I finally understood why Lu Bu was able to rise so quickly. Whoever is assisted by this person will surely achieve great things for thousands of years!

If Xu Shu was hesitant at the beginning, then from this moment on, he will not leave Xuzhou.

Lu Bu is the person he wants to assist.

Not because of Lu Bu, but because of Lin Mo.

Whether it was Sima Hui, Zhuge Liang or Pang Tong, including the Yingchuan Junjie he knew well, no one could make him feel fear.

This world does not belong to him, but who else can it belong to.

"Are you still going?" Xu Shu looked at Pang Tong at the side, and found that he was also sluggish, not even noticing the wine pouring out of the mouth of the gourd.

"Let's go right away."

Pang Tong turned around and left, then turned back and whispered: "This person is too dangerous, with vicious intentions, staying in Lu Bu's camp, I'm afraid it will happen sooner or later."

The corners of Xu Shu's mouth twitched, and he asked with a sneer, "Then you are not afraid of meeting him on the battlefield in the future?"

Pang Tong stood there blankly for a while, obviously having heart palpitations, and then said disdainfully: "On the battlefield, it's not certain who will win. Besides, even if you want to vote for Lu Bu, let's see if he can beat Cao Cao. I'll make a trade-off. "

After all, Pang Tong and Xu Shu are different.

He needs to consider the interests of the Pang family. If he boards a shipwreck, not only will his talent be buried, but the family may also be annexed by the other three families.

Caution is never wrong.

Xu Shu didn't have these worries, and seeing Lin Mo's methods with his own eyes, he was completely convinced.

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