My wife, the eldest princess of the demon clan, I recite poems and become a sword god

Chapter 87 The last poem (2 in 1, please subscribe)

Right now,

The Xie family members standing outside the formation could not help but whisper as they looked at the blood-red color in the air and the poems floating like swords.

Unlike Dean Jin,

As people who have lived in this mansion for decades, they still have the impression of Xie Tingfeng when he was five or six years old.

The third young master of the Xie family, who was still a teenager at that time, had repeatedly declared that he would become a general in the future.

The past is like smoke, drifting in the endless river of memories.

If they had not seen the poem banishing the immortals, they would never have thought of this long-lost past event.

Xie Guanchao, who stood at the head of the Xie family, stared at the bright beam of light that shot straight into the sky with his hands behind his hands, his eyes extremely complex.

He remembered that after his third brother woke up last night, he leaned on the bedside and said with a smile to himself:
I thought that if I acted recklessly in this life, I would die a good death, but I didn't expect that I could leave safely in my hometown.

This is God's favor to me, but it is also cruel to me.

This life has been a blur, with too many regrets, but there are also a few things worth being thankful for.

But having him as his eldest brother to see him off on his deathbed makes Tingfeng have no regrets in this life.

mind here,

Xie Guanchao lowered his eyes slightly and looked silently at the slender young man in the light column, whose expression was [-]% similar to Xie Tingfeng's when he was young.

If I had the chance to go back to the past, that summer afternoon when my father was still alive.

Facing his third brother who was forced to stand under the shade of a tree with an unruly look on his face, he would no longer earnestly advise him to live a low-key life.

on the contrary,

He would probably smile, pat the shoulder of his third brother, who is much shorter than him, and tell him seriously with his eyes:

The young man should be soaring up, grasping the stars, holding the moon and chasing the sun.

Unfortunately, this picture can only be imagined in his mind.

Xie Guanchao, whose temples were slightly gray, would never have the chance to say these words to Xie Tingfeng in the past.

……

……

After writing the first couplet, Li Cheng, who was in the center of the formation, couldn't help but sweating heavily on his forehead.

Even when Bai Mengyan holds the pen,

The energy escaping from the tip of the cinnabar pen made Li Cheng, who had never used any cultivation skills, feel as if dozens of kilograms of weight were tied to his wrist.

Even just writing down a few words is very difficult.

Clenching his back molars in silence, he still wrote the couplet in wild cursive in the air as smoothly as he could:
"Southeast Hate Full of Words"

This is the second sentence of this poem, which generally serves as a link between the previous and the next.

Compared to the first sentence, which was a little more subtle, this sentence expresses feelings more clearly:

It's a pity that I have been living in seclusion in the southeast for the past ten years, and my hatred can only be expressed on paper.

See this sentence,

Dean Jin, whose bun was a little messy, couldn't help but his eyes darkened slightly, and then he became worried.

Through the rhythm and rhyme of the poem, he has judged that it is undoubtedly a seven-character quatrain.

That is, there are four sentences in the whole poem, each sentence contains seven words.

Right now, the content of this seven-word poem is more than half, but it is a bit unremarkable to read.

Similar to the first couplet, the neck couplet still expresses the depressing feelings of frustration.

The degree of difficulty has been deepened, and the bitter cold north of the extremity is used side by side with the warm and pleasant southeast to form a front-to-back confrontation.

But that's all, it's just half a literary complaint.

Dean Jin knew that he was not qualified to deny Li Cheng’s poetic talent.
But what he was sure of was that if the standard of the second half of the poem remained the same, the formation would definitely end in failure that day.

Unless this poem adopts the method of suppressing first and then rising, the second half can reach the peak level of shock.

But how difficult it is!

At least he himself doesn't have this strength.

Not only Dean Jin, but also everyone with some knowledge present discovered this crucial issue.

But they all kept their little thoughts deep in their hearts and did not dare to show anything openly.

Even Xie Zhiyao, who desperately hoped that Li Cheng would fail, pretended to be sincere in looking forward to it.

Because he knows very well,
If he even sneers at this moment, he will easily be reckoned with by Qiu Hou, and he will most likely be stabbed through by Xie Yongxu, who is in despair.

Li Cheng, whose fingers were a little numb, raised his eyes to examine the two columns of large characters floating in front of him from right to left, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Noticing that the pink haired man in front of him raised his neck and showed concern, Li Cheng tapped his forehead with his chin and smiled to indicate that it was okay.

In less than half a quarter of an hour,
The brightness of the light beam the two of them were in gradually weakened, and the colorful petals surrounding them also became much dimmer.

Li Cheng, who was keenly aware of this, took up his pen and wrote the neck couplet without taking a break:
"One flute and one sword settle the business."

Seeing this sentence, Dean Jin's slightly gloomy eyes couldn't help but light up.

This sentence is more straightforward and easy to understand than the two sentences in the previous half of the article, eliminating the false and retaining the truth.

Xiao replaces literature, and sword replaces martial arts.

Composing poems to express my feelings and fighting enemies with sword are all my lifelong wishes.

This sentence seems ordinary but is not ordinary.

Think carefully,
The sound of the Dongxiao is like weeping, complaining, resentment and admiration, which exactly expresses the resentment and resentment of Xie Tingfeng's ten years of predicament.

The sword is a gentleman's weapon.

Xie Tingfeng was born in the Sword Sect, but he gave up his spiritual practice and became a civil servant in the court, which is enough to show his madness.

If it weren't for Dean Jin trying his best to maintain the formation, I'm afraid he would be appreciative on the spot.

This sentence is very wonderful. It not only fits the first half of the poem, but also elevates the height of the entire poem.

And while he was deep in thought,
Li Cheng, who held the girl's slender fingertips, did not stop writing, but immediately wrote the end of the whole poem.

The first three sentences connected from beginning to end are:
The plan to join the army in an extremely remote area is disappointing.
The deep hatred in the southeast is full of words and notes.

One flute and one sword smooth business,

15 years of insane fame.

When they saw the last line of the poem, everyone present fell silent.

Compared with the previous sentences, the last sentence is completely vernacular.

But just this sentence struck the heart of the person he saw like a heavy hammer.

Xie Guanchao, who knew the inside story, almost lost control of his expression when he saw the last sentence.

In the 13th year of the Great Wei Shengde,
Emperor Wucheng, who had raised a rebel flag since Jinyang, led his troops to the west and entered Guanzhong, and finally succeeded in capturing Chang'an City.

The most dazzling performance in this battle was undoubtedly his eldest son, Li Xuanji, who later became the crown prince of the Jin Dynasty.

At that time, Li Xuanji's military advisor, who was the marching coach, was his sworn brother, Xie Tingfeng.

It was Xie Tingfeng's painstaking planning step by step that enabled Emperor Wucheng to obtain the imperial capital of Chang'an.

From then on, the reputation of the madman became famous and gradually spread throughout the world.

Exactly 15 years have passed since then.

Bearing the name of being crazy, his words contained a touch of self-deprecation and some disapproval.

And isn't this obviously crazy to the extreme?
There was silence,

The whole person was like Li Cheng being fished out of the water, and he breathed a long sigh of relief.

He slowly let go of his right hand that was scratched by the true energy, and dropped a few drops of bright red blood.

The cinnabar pen with runes engraved on it was only half left in the girl's hand.

He lowered his eyes and glanced at the red crystal powder on the ground.

Looking back, Li Cheng turned to Dean Jin with a gentle expression and nodded heavily.

Jin Luo, who was still addicted to the shocking poem, saw this and quickly raised his hands upwards.

Taoist Yurun and Monk Shuanghui also made the same move.

The seven-character quatrain written in wild cursive calligraphy suspended in the air, felt invisible pressure and went straight upward along the light beam channel.

next moment,
A ray of light that was so brilliant that it was impossible to look at it suddenly burst out three feet above everyone present.

……

……

Hedong Road, Linzi City.

Compared with Chang'an and Luoyang, Linzi can only be regarded as a small city with a population of less than [-].

But its status in Hedong Road and even in the world is much more important than Jinyang City, where it is governed.

Because this is the hometown of Master.

Moreover, Jixia Academy, the first of the six Confucian academy palaces, is located here.

The entire academy has profound heritage and covers a vast area, which is equivalent to a quarter of Linzi City.

Under the clear sky,

A tall, thin young man in a green shirt walked leisurely through the vermilion archway with four golden letters "Jixia Academy".

Behind the three-story archway is a spacious and straight red brick and bluestone road.

Lush and towering ancient trees are planted on both sides, giving people a solemn and solemn feeling.

The dazzling sunshine lengthened the young man's back.

When the oncoming scholars saw the young man, they couldn't help but give way and salute.

When the young man reached the end of the long road, he entered a majestic tall building without hesitation.

Climbing up the spiral staircase to the top floor, he immediately saw the thin back of Yuan Tingyue standing by the window.

"Teacher, Liyan is back."

After bowing meticulously to the other party's back, Ye Liyan spoke in a deep voice with a calm voice.

Silence for a few breaths,

The other party withdrew his gaze from the window, turned around and looked at the eldest disciple who had bowed to the ground, with a smile on his lips:

"You look like you are trying to understand the essence of the master."

After hearing this, Ye Liyan quietly straightened up, lowered his eyes humbly and replied:

"It's just a fluke. It's all thanks to the teacher's words and deeds, and the disciples will remember it deeply."

Ning Ji, who was wearing a plain gown, shook his head slightly and spoke in a gentle voice:
"If your junior uncle were here, he would probably laugh at me for being a rigid and pedantic teacher, and the apprentices I teach are all old-fashioned."

Ye Liyan was startled at first, and then quickly wanted to explain something, but was stopped by Ning Ji's eyes.

The other party walked to the long table directly opposite the window lattice, poured tea, and asked casually:
"This trip to Liaodong should have a lot of feelings along the way."

"Sorry, teacher, the disciple failed to find the great sage in the mountains."

Ye Liyan said with some self-reproach, and at the same time took the teapot casually.

The master said: If there is something to do, the disciple will do his best.

Knowing that the eldest disciple strictly abides by etiquette, Ning Ji immediately let go of the handle of the teapot and walked slowly to the window again:

"I know this matter well. The person who can write those four shocking sentences will definitely not be an unknown person.

Since he doesn't want to see other sentient beings yet, there is no need to disturb them by force. "

"is teacher."

Ye Liyan responded with a respectful tone, and handed the fragrant tea cup to Ning Ji's hand with both hands.

After taking a sip of the slightly bitter tea, Ning Ji turned to look at the eldest disciple and smiled:
"Next spring, do you plan to go to Chang'an to take part in the examination?"

"Yes," Ye Liyan didn't hold anything back and spoke directly from the bottom of his heart:

"Since I ascended the throne today, the top three candidates in three consecutive years have all been non-school scholars. This disciple really...can't swallow this breath."

hear this,

As a first-class Confucian sage, Ning Ji couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes.

The imperial examination system of the Jin Dynasty was rigorous and meticulous. It was like fighting monsters to upgrade, requiring you to go through three small and three major levels, with a total of six levels.

The three major levels are the provincial examination, the general examination, and the palace examination.

Those who pass the provincial examination can choose to participate in the triennial examination held in the capital in March of the following year.

Those who pass the examination are called Gongshi, and No. 1 is Huiyuan.

After the results are released, the tributes still need to take part in the final test, the palace examination, with the emperor personally serving as the examiner.

Fortunately, there is usually no elimination in the palace examination, but the ranking of the tributes will be adjusted based on the level of the palace examination answer sheet.

After passing the palace examination, the Gongshi became Jinshi.

As for the No. 1 in the palace examination, of course he is the top scholar who is known as the best scholar in literature and music.

Different from the provincial examination and the general examination, the ranking in the palace examination largely depends on the subjectivity of the emperor.

Since the Suzaku Sect incident, the relationship between the Jin royal family and the Confucian sect has dropped to a freezing point.

Both sides are competing with each other overtly and covertly.

then,

In the first two palace examinations, the emperor changed the order of the top ten without authorization and promoted non-school disciples to the top spot.

As for the imperial examination two years ago, the emperor did even better.

Faced with the situation that the top ten people all had academic backgrounds, he actually selected No. 20 in the imperial examination to be the top pick.

The emperor's hand belonged to an old faucet. It was so rusty that it turned the entire Confucian sect into disgrace.

The truth is that you are looking at the tortoise with your eyes closed and ignoring the tortoise.

Looking at the eldest disciple's indignant expression, Ning Ji was silent for a moment, and then calmly and slowly spoke:
"Even if you really have the talent to be the number one scholar, given the emperor's prejudice against Confucianism, he will not select you as the number one scholar."

"Disciple understands," Ye Liyan raised his head and looked at Ning Ji with burning eyes:

"But I still want to give it a try. Even if I don't succeed, I still want to let the world see the integrity of the younger generation of my Confucian sect."

"...If you want to go, then go."

Ning Ji's voice was very calm, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

Ye Liyan nodded lightly, and when the teacher didn't say anything else, he was about to leave.

But at this moment,
Ning Ji, who was looking at the scenery outside the building, suddenly let out a light sigh and looked south:

"One Xiao and one sword smoothed the business, and the reputation was ruined for 50 years..."

“Good poetry, but not enough.”

……

……

Jiangdu City, by the green water lake.

After a moment of light blooming, everything returned to what it was just now.

There is no visible change at all.

Li Cheng, who stood silently on the spot, raised his head and stared at the slightly thin beam of light reaching the sky, his eyes slightly darkened.

The strong men of the three religions who were guarding the formation all had dark expressions.

Xie Yongxu, who was standing outside the formation in white clothes, had unconcealable disappointment in his eyes.

Almost.

Just a little bit.

As a land swordsman, she can feel the mysterious changes in the aura around her.

When the seven-character quatrain written with a cinnabar pen soared up into the sky, the vitality between heaven and earth fluctuated violently.

But unfortunately, it still fell short in the end.

Sometimes, disappointment is not terrible, but despair is terrible.

Xie Yongxu is obsessed with swordsmanship, but as a direct daughter of the Xie family in Danyang, she is undoubtedly a talented woman.

She couldn't think of anything else that could impress God more than this sentence, "15 years of being famous."

gradually,
The Xie clan members standing on the periphery finally discovered the fact that the Tianwen Formation had failed.

Xie Jingzhi, with bloodshot eyes, walked to Xie Guanchao, hesitated for a moment and then comforted softly:
"Father, God's will cannot be violated."

Xie Guanchao, who had experienced countless strong winds and waves, turned his head at this moment, deliberately not looking at the Tianwen Formation.

He was afraid when he saw the sad eyes of his little sister.

After about ten breaths,

The beam of light connected to the sky will dissipate, and the Tianwen Formation will be completely ended.

No matter what their intentions were, everyone present accepted the fact of failure.

Except for the young man in black clothes who was still inside the beam of light and was soaked with sweat.

Under the watchful eyes of all,

Li Cheng, who looked up at the sky, suddenly lowered his eyes and took the half-left cinnabar pen from Bai Mengyan's hand.

Regardless of the fact that his right hand was instantly scratched with several scars by the true energy,
He held the cinnabar pen flat in front of him, and his voice was sonorous and powerful, speaking every word:
“The sky is clear, and the sun and moon can be used as a guide.

Southeast Li Cheng, scrivener, unique pen-poem——"

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