Summons the Invincible Emperor

Chapter 19

The moon is like a silver plate, shedding thousands of bright lights.

Qingyang Academy, Shengxian Square, all Confucian scholars sit together.

"Look, look, is that Wu Guo Da Confucianism, Hua Chunqiu?"

"Unexpectedly, in just three short years, I, the number one talented scholar in Dachu, Yu Xiu, has already been ranked among the 72 sages of Qingyang Academy!"

"I'm afraid this is the most grand cultural gathering in the past hundred years, right? Qingyang Academy's 24 Confucian scholars are rarely seen on weekdays, but this time they all attended!"

"This essay meeting will definitely be included in the history books, and will be passed down as a scholarly story by later generations!"

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Outside the sage square, countless people were whispering to each other, and the voices were like waves, almost filling the sky.

Qingyang Academy is the only sacred place of literature and Taoism in the six countries!
This is the most fascinating place for all literati in today's world!

Almost every scholar is eager to enter Qingyang Academy!

Even if it is doing odd jobs, I am willing.

Qingyang Academy's Literary Fair is undoubtedly the ultimate literary event in the minds of scholars from the six countries!
In order to be able to see the grand occasion of the Literary Fair, I don’t know how many scholars have traveled thousands of miles and worked tirelessly to the Shengxian Square!

Just to be able to see the demeanor of those great Confucians!

And this time, Qingyang Academy is about to hold the largest cultural gathering in the past century.

24 Confucian scholars, 72 sages, and [-] Confucian scholars, without exception, were all present.

There are more than 20 common people crowded around the periphery of Shengxian Square.

The occasion is unprecedented!
Shocking!

"Yi Xiangguo's methods are truly terrifying..."

On the pilgrimage platform where the entire Sage Square can be seen, Xia Yuan, the lord of the Wei Kingdom, frowned slightly, and secretly said in his heart: "Use the mouth of thousands of Confucian scholars to guide the hearts of the world, pointing directly at Chen Xuan!"

The Lord Cai Guo who was seated at the side also sighed in his heart: "After all, Yi Xiangguo is the number one literary cultivator in the world. He has been in charge of Qingyang Academy for many years. Those great scholars and sages all respect him. With Qingyang Academy in hand, Yi Xiangguo It is equivalent to controlling all scholars in the world!"

"Tonight, this Great Qin Chen Xuan, I'm afraid he can only hide in the palace!" Not far away, the Lord of Wu Kingdom looked at an empty seat on the pilgrimage platform, and the corner of his mouth involuntarily raised a sneer.

In his opinion, Chen Xuan absolutely dare not show up tonight!

Let me ask, in today's world, who can resist the verbal criticism of thousands of Confucian scholars in Qingyang Academy?
"As long as the literary meeting is over, all scholars in the world will know that Chen Xuan disrupted the formation of the six-nation coalition... By that time, the people of Great Qin will definitely lose their hearts!"

At this moment, the lord of the Chu Kingdom also sneered: "Antagonize Yi Xiangguo? Hmph, looking for a dead end!"

Saints Square.

Under the eager anticipation of countless people, an old man with white eyebrows, facing the bright moonlight and the light of thousands of candles, slowly stepped into the center of the square, and shouted loudly:

"The auspicious time has come, Wenhui, let's start!"

Following the announcement made by the white-browed old man, nearly ten thousand Confucian scholars, sages, and great Confucian scholars stood up and greeted each other in the square.

Immediately afterwards, the white-browed old man stretched out his palm and pressed it down slightly, signaling for everyone to be quiet.

For a moment, no one spoke in the entire Shengxian Square.

Countless people who were onlookers also looked at Shengxian Square with fiery eyes.

"The so-called joint appreciation and analysis of strange essays, if you have good poems, feel free to show them! We will taste them together and improve together!"

After announcing the start of the essay meeting, the voice of the white-browed old man soon spread to all directions in Shengxian Square.

And as the white-browed old man finished speaking, the hearts of many Confucian scholars present felt hot, and bursts of anticipation flashed in their eyes.

They know that if they can write a good poem in the literary club and amaze everyone with their skills, then they will definitely be famous all over the world!

There is even a chance to become a sage in one fell swoop!
Therefore, many Confucian scholars are eager to try it!
A gust of wind blew past, making everyone in Renshengxian Square feel very comfortable.

"Let me come to hug a brick to attract jade!"

Not long after, a man with tied hair and a crown slowly got up, bowed in all directions, and then walked straight to the center of the square, in front of the huge vertical desk that resembled a screen.

After taking a deep breath, the man with his hair tied up and wearing a crown immediately began to write dragon snakes on the vertical case.

As the pen fell, streaks of white light burst out, bursting with brilliance.

Under the moonlit night, the white light was extraordinarily bright.

"Hao Ran is righteous, this must be a good poem!"

Seeing the white light pouring out, nearly ten thousand Confucian scholars in the square applauded.

Chi chi, chi chi.

The man with his hair tied and wearing a crown kept writing, and in a blink of an eye, a poem was successfully completed on the rice paper.

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The chaotic strips have not yet turned yellow, and they become mad when leaning on the east wind.

The solution covers the sun and the moon with flying flowers, not knowing that there is clear frost in the sky and the earth.

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When the poem was completed, the awe-inspiring righteousness rose from the table and case, and the white light shone in all directions, which was magnificent.

"Good! Well written!"

"This poem, on the surface, is written as a willow branch, but in fact it is insinuating the mentality of Chen Xuan, the lord of the Great Qin Dynasty, who doesn't know that the overall situation is the most important thing!"

"Wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful! The irony is just right!"

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In the square of Shengxian Square, many Confucian scholars continued to applaud, and there was a lot of compliments.

Those sages and great scholars also nodded frequently.

As for the people who watched the grand event, most of them felt extremely incredible.

Writing poems can actually trigger the appearance of awe-inspiring righteousness?
Could it be that this is the so-called literary method?

I came to watch the literary fair today, and I really learned a lot!

"Second song, here I come!"

Before the man with his hair tied up and wearing a crown was complacent, another Confucian scholar walked up to the erected case in the center of the square and began to write.

boom!
The moment the pen was written, a more intense white light burst out than before, making the surroundings gorgeous!
Once again, awe-inspiring righteousness appeared!
And when the Confucian scholar finished writing the whole poem eloquently, with a "huh", an unknown wind started up in the square and blew in all directions.

The robes of countless common people were blown, and their hair fluttered slightly.

The most amazing thing is that this nameless wind is also mixed with a little bit of rain.

"This, this is the frightening wind and rain in the legend?" Among the people, some people soon exclaimed, as if they couldn't believe it.

"This person is not only able to easily achieve the 'magnificent righteousness', but also 'the pen falls to startle the wind and rain'. He is already qualified to be a sage!" The 24 great scholars in the Shengxian Square all showed approval at this time .

And there is no doubt that this poem of "the pen falls and the wind and rain" is also ridiculing Chen Xuan!
It is also completely conceivable that every poem that appears next will be like this!

Wan Confucianism scolded!

Who can bear it?
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Great Qin Palace.

"Father, the literary meeting has already begun, and those Confucian scholars are writing poems." Chen Huang stood in a black suit and bowed.

"Write poetry?"

Looking at the bright moon above the sky, Chen Xuan put his hands behind his back, thoughtfully.

He was thinking, what is the use of writing poetry?

Could it be said that writing poetry is the so-called method of literary cultivation?

If this is the case, then...in the world, who can compare with me?

(End of this chapter)