Summons the Invincible Emperor

Chapter 21

As soon as these words came out, all Confucians were shocked!

Chen Xuan, the lord of the Great Qin Dynasty, is really going to compete in poetry with Xu Xin, the Great Confucian?
"It is said that the Lord Chen Xuan is the number one strange person in the Seven Kingdoms, and I think so!"

"Competing poetry with Xu Xin, a great Confucian? It's just asking for humiliation and overestimating one's abilities!"

"Xu Xin's poems are like 'When the pen falls, the wind and rain startle, and the poem weeps the ghosts and gods'! As for the Lord Chen Xuan, whether he can write 'the grandeur of righteousness' is a question!"

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All of a sudden, there were countless cynicism and sarcasm on the sage square.

Almost every Confucian scholar is extremely certain: as long as Chen Xuan dares to write poems, he will definitely be humiliated!

"Looking at the world, only Yi Xiangguo can surpass Xu Xin in terms of poetry and Taoism!"

On the pilgrimage stage, while drinking fine wine, the Lord of the Kingdom of Wu was thinking with great anticipation: "Want to compete with Confucianism Xu Xin? Hmph, let's see how you end up!"

The Lord of Chu also had a sneer on the corner of his mouth, as if he had foreseen the bleak scene where Chen Xuan couldn't even write about his uprightness, and finally left in disgrace.

Not far away, Xia Yuan, the lord of the Wei Kingdom, frowned, and thought to himself: "It doesn't make sense! The Lord Chen Xuan would not be so reckless. Could it be that he is really sure that he can overwhelm Xu Xin in terms of poetry?"

clatter!clatter!clatter!
Step by step, with his hands behind his back, Chen Xuan stepped into the center of the Sage Square, facing the burning eyes of thousands of Confucians and countless people in Qingyang Academy.

Before the case was erected.

Chen Xuan's expression sank, and he began to write in handwriting.

boom!boom!boom!
The moment Chen Xuan wrote the pen, a seemingly endless sense of righteousness suddenly burst out from the paper!
The light shines, illuminating the world!

Under the moonlit night, the billowing awe-inspiring righteousness was like the brilliance of a bright sun, instantly whitening everything around, making the entire Sage Square as if it were daytime.

The awe-inspiring righteousness elicited by many Confucian scholars, sages, and even Xu Xin's great Confucianism was completely eclipsed!

Seeing everything that happened in front of them, everyone was stunned and forgot to speak.

All this is incredible!
Chen Xuan's poems must be shocking to the world to elicit such a terrifying amount of awe-inspiring righteousness!

Swish swish!
When countless people were shocked, the first two lines of Chen Xuan's poem caught everyone's eyes:
[Traveling the road of Tianque for half a lifetime, I was born with contempt for Confucianism. 】

"This poem..."

Comprehending the artistic conception in the poem, Xia Yuan, the lord of the Wei Kingdom, stood up suddenly, his eyes full of astonishment.

Born with contempt for Confucianism!
What a boldness this is!
As for the Wanru on the Shengxian Square, all of them were silent, as if they were all overwhelmed by Chen Xuanzhi's poem!

"Hoohoo!"

"Chi Chi Chi!"

Suddenly, a strong wind blew up, making countless people's robes rattle.

Suddenly, the torrential rain poured down, and the sound of landing was like firecrackers exploding.

It's the pen falling in shock!
"how is this possible!"

"This, this, this is too exaggerated! It's like a storm!"

"The pen falls in shock! This is the real pen falls in shock! It is ten times more majestic than Xu Xin's! Oh no, a hundred times!"

…………

All around the square, the common people exclaimed incessantly, their eyes full of shock.

"Hey!"

"Hey!"

…………

After a while, one after another, the sound of devil's cry that seemed to be able to penetrate the soul rose into the sky and resounded through the sky.

The endless crying of ghosts, reaching all directions, sounds as if there are hundreds of millions of heavenly ghosts weeping and chanting together!

The poem becomes weeping ghosts and gods!
Under such an earth-shattering "the pen falling shocks the wind and rain, the poem becomes weeping ghosts and gods", Xu Xin, who had a confident face before, instantly turned pale.

"No, no, I won't lose..."

He stood there in a daze, the corners of his mouth twitching constantly, he didn't want to believe that what he saw was the truth!

You know, he has never heard of or seen such a magnificent "pen falling startles the wind and rain, poetry becomes weeping ghosts and gods"!

As soon as he thought of this, he felt a burning sensation of swelling and pain coming from his face, which made him wish he could find a crack in the ground and get in there.

And amidst the exclamation that filled the sky and the earth, Chen Xuan continued to write freely.

Accompanied by the awe-inspiring righteousness that shone like snow crystals, continuously pouring out from the paper, the last two lines of Chen Xuan's poem were also quickly presented to Wan Ru:
[Try to repair the sky and shake Kyushu, and kill Yama with a hundred thousand flags! 】

"One hundred thousand flags beheading Yan Luo? The aura of Lord Chen Xuan is simply invincible!"

"I don't know much about literature, but I can feel that this poem is more than ten times better than Xu Xin's!"

"In the mind of Lord Chen Xuan, all the Confucian scholars in Qingyang Academy are just Yan Luo's little ghosts, who can be killed at will?"

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The onlookers were completely overwhelmed.

"It's a good sentence 'one hundred thousand banners will kill Yama'!"

On the pilgrimage stage, Xia Yuan, the lord of the Wei Kingdom, stared straight at Chen Xuan with his eyes slightly lowered: "Unexpectedly, he really did it! One person, one poem, can suppress thousands of Confucians!"

"All the Confucian scholars in Qingyang Academy are no match for him alone! How can his literary talent be so powerful?" The rulers of Wu and Chu froze in place, their eyes full of fear.

Saints Square.

All the Confucian scholars in Qingyang Academy did not say a word.

Those great Confucianists and sages who are famous in the world are all flushed, but they have a look of helplessness.

Because they all know very well in their hearts that all the previous poems added up can't match the line "One hundred thousand banners cut Yama"!
"No! It seems that it's not over yet!"

Suddenly, a shocking exclamation resounded in the sage square.

After exclaiming, people soon discovered that the endless righteousness is constantly gathering!
Seeing this scene, the great Confucians in the Sage Square couldn't sit still any longer, they all started up in surprise, their eyes were filled with indescribable ardor.

"Could it be, could it be the legend..." On the pilgrimage platform, Xia Yuan, the lord of the Kingdom of Wei, seemed to realize something, and his heart jumped violently.

"Ok?"

Chen Xuan raised his eyebrows, feeling extremely looking forward to the next changes.

Chen Xuan knew little about literary methods.

However, in Chen Xuan's view, since Wen Dao can be ranked among the five cultivators in the world, it must not be just a pretentious "pen falls to startle the rain, poetry to weep ghosts and gods"!
Whoop, whoop, whoop.

The endless awe-inspiring righteousness is still gathering.

Under the common attention of countless people, these awe-inspiring righteousness gradually began to condense into a human form.

Really incredible!
"Poetry Chengning weather, it's really poetry Chengning weather! Lord Chen Xuan has achieved the legendary 'Poetry Chengning weather'!" A cry suddenly resounded through Shengxian Square.

"Poetry becomes condensed?" Chen Xuan narrowed his eyes.

Although Chen Xuan didn't understand what it meant to "poetry into a condensed atmosphere".

However, he can be sure of one thing - this is definitely Wen Xiu's extremely powerful method!
(End of this chapter)