super god ancestor

Chapter 116 Don’t See You, the Water of the Yellow River Comes Up from the Sky

Li Cezhi drank a pot of drunken fairy wine, so drunk that he dared to stand up.

As soon as he appeared on the stage, he attracted everyone's attention.

Pairs of eyes stared at him, either in surprise or doubt, not knowing why he stood up.

"What do you want to do?"

Master Xu Qing frowned slightly, and asked.

According to his father's instructions, Li Cezhi bowed his hands to Mr. Xu: "The student just saw Chen An's poems, and he was amazed, but he also gave birth to some inspiration, and wanted to compete with him in poetry."

After drinking, Li Cezhi was no longer as mature and steady as before, and his posture also appeared a little wild.

Fighting poetry with Chen An?
Hearing this, the audience was in an uproar.

Previously, Chen An's reading of history has already convinced many Confucian scholars, and it can be said that there is no other poem since this poem was published.

Even Zhu Yuan would sigh at himself.

Right now, Li Cezhi didn't know where he got the courage to volunteer.

Some supervisors stood up, ready to win face for the royal party, Xu Qingshi was not happy, but his complexion was slightly gloomy.

It is not easy to suppress Chen Anna's first reading history.

If the level of Li Cezhi's poems and essays is far inferior to that of Chen An, then it is not to save face for the royal party, but to be ashamed.

"I'm afraid you are drunk, go down and rest first."

Master Xu Qing already felt that the current situation was embarrassing, and he didn't want to make trouble for himself, so he advised Li Cezhi not to play tricks.

But when Chen An heard this, he laughed.

"Mr. Xu, since some students want to compete with me in poetry, why stop them?"

Chen An took the initiative to stand up and invited: "This courage is commendable, and he should be given a chance."

"If his poems are really better than mine, then he should be given the honor of being the number one scribe in this poetry society.

Otherwise, some people will say that I, Chen An, are jealous. "

He pretended to be generous and encouraged.

In fact, the more people are willing to stand up and compete with him, the happier he is.

If there is no green leaves to set off, how can it show the national beauty of flowers?

As for whether Li Cezhi can surpass him in poetry, this is something that does not need to be considered at all.

His history reading was written half a year ago, and he spent six months polishing and proofreading it.

During the period, three literary masters, including Mr. Kong Mo, were recruited to help polish and add luster.

The reason is to become a blockbuster at the poetry meeting today and become famous among scholars.

The name of Li Ce is unknown, so how could he surpass him in poetry?

"That's right, since it's fighting poetry, students who are willing to stand up should be given a chance.

This is an exchange between students and supervisors, Mr. Xu shouldn't stop it. "

Seeing this, Kong Mo also said something aside.

Master Xu Qing could only shut up, and continued to drink tea with his head down, but his complexion became more and more ugly.

This student who has no eyesight is afraid that he will completely embarrass the imperial party students at this poetry meeting.

"Then Li Ce's battle poem can win?"

"I don't see a show."

"If you don't have beautiful articles in your stomach, it's useless to stand up alone."

Among the students of the imperial party, there were constant discussions in low voices, especially because they were not optimistic about Li Cezhi.

Even Zhu Yuan has been compared, how can Li Cezhi win?

Similarly, the students from Zhu Guo's aristocratic family, as well as many Confucian scholars present, were discussing in low voices, waiting for Li Cezhi's performance.

Li Cezhi, who was drunk, didn't care about the many doubts and let go a lot.

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

Staggering, he walked between the atriums, slowly reading out the magnificent masterpiece from another world.

When the first sentence came out, it was so loud that all the students and Confucian scholars in the audience, and even the two literary masters, were all refreshed.

Xu Qingshi, who already felt that the poetry would never be reversed, stared in disbelief at Li Cezhi, whom he had never cared about.

And Kong Mo beside him also changed his face immediately.

Just the first sentence of the opening chapter is majestic, heroic and free and easy to the extreme, as if it really pulled everyone into the side of the turbid Yellow River, allowing everyone to see the admirable torrent.

The two masters in the literary world have profound backgrounds. After studying the sage's scriptures for many years, the more they can feel the beauty of this poem.

"You can't see, Gaotang Mingjing is sad and white hair, the morning is like blue silk and the evening turns into snow."

Before everyone could react, Li Cezhi's impassioned voice came out again.

This sentence made everyone boil even more.

"Gaotang Mingjing's sad white hair, the morning is like blue silk and the evening is snow, wonderful, wonderful!"

Master Xu Qing muttered a few words, he was so happy that he clapped his hands.

The Yellow River and the high hall, the torrent and the white hair.

This ingenious combination of time and space does not make people feel abrupt at all, it can be called a supernatural workmanship, and the literary talent is astonishing.

After hearing the second sentence, Kong Mo's face became even more ugly.

The first sentence is amazing, the rest is mediocre, he can still find fault with the egg and forcibly belittle it.

But Gaotang Mingjing's sad white hair, like blue silk in the morning and snow in the evening, made Kong Mo stupid.

These two lines of poetry alone, even if the backside is nonsensical, can still be called famous lines through the ages, attracting the shocking pursuit of scholars in the scholastic circle, and they are so eager for Li Cezhi.

"This this."

After hearing these two sentences, Chen An's eyes were also wide open.

He thinks that his reading history can be called a good poem, but when compared, it is completely different.

"Brother Li's literary talent has reached such a level."

Zhu Yuan took a deep breath, only felt that when he was talking to him before, seeing that he didn't look like a mountain or dewy, he just felt ordinary.

But right now, as soon as the two poems come out, it seems to have the courage of a literary master.

"Gaotang Mingjing's sad and white hair is like blue silk in the morning and snow in the evening!"

Farther away, those Confucian scholars and celebrities who came to watch the ceremony, young ladies and gentlemen, were all excited, and quickly copied, pricking their ears, for fear of missing any sentence.

"You must be happy in life, don't let the golden bottle face the moon.

I was born to be useful, and I will come back when my daughter is gone. "

Li Cezhi gradually entered the state, speaking faster and faster, provoking words, pointing to the world, and his heroic spirit seemed to be reborn as a poet.

These two poems, accompanied by Li Cezhi's recitation, slowly spread to everyone's ears.

Those who heard it were so excited that it was difficult to calm down.

Eternal masterpiece, this must be an eternal masterpiece!
Although this is a poem about wine, Li Cezhi only read four sentences, a scroll of magnificent mountains and rivers, and only one corner was opened.

But it is also enough to make these scholars and Confucian scholars who have made achievements in the literary world feel that this poem must be a famous piece of history!

Like this kind of famous article, even if it is the world's top literary masters, they may not be able to get a piece of it in their whole life!
Unexpectedly, a small superintendent had such a great literary talent.

The more profound one is in the literary world, the more he can feel the beauty of this poem about drinking.

Li Cezhi's poems were not over half, Xu Qingshi and Kong Mo, the two masters in the literary world, were already shaken and shocked beyond control.

"Li Taibai, who is known as an exiled immortal, Huaxia is really a poetic immortal.

The heroic atmosphere of the general toast can be regarded as a masterpiece through the ages. "

Li Chaoge used the method of fugue to see these Confucian scholars who claimed to be scholars and masters in the literary world, each of them looked stunned, and he was secretly happy.

He has never copied the ancient poems of the predecessors, mainly because he did not have this condition in the past.

Back then in Nanshan Village, unable to get out, the people Li Chaoge met were all illiterate peasants who only knew how to face the loess and back to the sky.

I don't know who to copy the poems for.

You can't read these magnificent and famous poems facing the rice in the field.

Today, I will hand over the work of copying official documents to my son.

It is also a very cool thing to see the splendid civilization of my hometown, amaze the literary world in another world, make a sensation in the audience, and make countless people fall in love with it.

　After struggling for a long time, I decided to choose this song to toast.

　　I always like Li Bai!
　　Some readers said that the poem is inappropriate, I will mention it later, this climax is not over yet...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)