I slay demons and demons with poetry

Chapter 316
That Zhang Xingyang walked forward slowly, almost immediately attracting everyone's attention, especially after knowing Zhang Xingyang's Jieyuan identity, their attitude towards Zhang Xingyang was even more different.

And Zhang Xingyang seems to be well-known in Lin'an, and the other party's performance is very calm and peaceful. This demeanor has also become a halo, which unconsciously attracts others.

That Zhang Xingyang immediately walked to the desk, and first bowed his hands respectfully towards the prefect.

Wen Chengyong, who had been sitting and watching all the talents making poems and essays, stood up at this moment, and also bowed his hands in return, with a smile on his face.

"Zhang Jieyuan, I still vividly remember your demeanor at the Luming Banquet that year."

Wen Chengyong looked at the other party with a smile, and the turning of his eyes on Zhang Xingyang's body at this moment seemed to be a bit of appreciation.

Zhang Xingyang was not surprised at all, at this moment he bowed his hands upright and said in a deep voice.

"It's a great surprise that the late student can impress the lord, but today he's playing tricks in front of the lord."

Wen Chengyong smiled and didn't speak, Zhang Xingyang had already taken an ink pen at the side at this moment, and then spread out a piece of white paper, dipping the pen in ink at this moment.

This movement seems to be smooth and flowing, and I think I have a plan for it, and I have a plan in mind.

As Zhang Xingyang wrote, other people in the field looked at the white paper on the table one after another, and then someone stepped forward and gently read what Zhang Xingyang had written.

"Huh, it seems to be a Fu?"

"Somewhat similar, and this description seems to be the grand scene in the city today."

"This angle is a bit strange. After reading it, I just feel that the beautiful scenery of the south of the Yangtze River is vivid on the paper. Zhang Jieyuan really has a lot of skills!"

The few talented scholars around were savoring the content written by Zhang Xingyang carefully at this moment, each of them had a bit of surprise on their faces, and they were full of praise.

After all, it is already wonderful that such a well-recognized talented person can write such a beautiful article here, and what's more, I feel that Zhang Xingyang's article should be like this.

Even the people next to Song Mu were all looking there at the moment, Dai Mingliang also had a serious face, his eyes kept lingering on Zhang Xingyang and Song Mu, as if he thought that Zhang Xingyang would be Song Mu's strong enemy.

Listening to the content written by the other party, Song Mu sighed slightly, agreeing with Zhang Xingyang's excellent work.

There are endless articles and poems in this world, and there are many people in this world, those talented people can still write wonderful poems.

Song Mu wondered if he could beat others this time.

The reason why I haven't stepped forward to write poems immediately is that I am afraid that it will be self-defeating in the end, and the victory won in vain will be lost.

But at this moment, Zhang Xingyang had already finished writing the poem in that scene, and after he finished writing this "Fu of Lin'an", he saw a strong talent gushing out from the paper, and everyone exclaimed in the next moment.

Even the people outside the attic can clearly see that gushing talent.

At this moment, Zhang Xingyang stood in the vortex of literary energy, like the brightest star in the show, with a gentle smile on his face all the time.

Wen Chengyong next to him was also slightly startled at this moment, and immediately stepped forward, carefully studying the other party's poems.

After a while, Wen Chengyong also nodded and said softly.

"Six talents, good, Zhang Jieyuan is really talented in writing."

With such a final decision, the atmosphere of the surrounding people suddenly became enthusiastic, and they all praised him for a while.

And then the golden gong was struck again and again, and the crisp sound spread all around for a while, causing countless people to look up. The person who recited the poem also had a bit of surprise on his face at this moment, and said loudly .

"Jiangnan Dongdao Xieyuan Zhang Xingyang wrote a fu for the Wenhui..."

At that moment, the content of the short Fu was recited one by one, and the craftsman had already written the Fu on the most conspicuous place of the red cloth hanging down from the pavilion.

A Fu with six talents, it has almost locked the champion of this literary meeting.

In the previous literary fairs, the six talents have almost surpassed the entire literary fair, and this arrangement is no exaggeration.

Your Excellency, the people who heard the content of the Fu also cheered and applauded, especially when the Fu was recited. Although there were many gorgeous rhetoric, they could vaguely taste the scene of today's grand event, which made them even more popular. shocked.

Downstairs came the continuous applause from the common people, and many students in the pavilion rushed towards Zhang Xingyang, and at this moment they all bowed their hands to congratulate him.

Even Lu Guanglin, who had just written the poem of Five Fights of Talent, felt a little frustrated at this moment, and wanted to start a contest with the pen again, but after carefully savoring the poems written by the other party, he finally sighed and dropped the pen in his hand. .

"This is no longer the ability of the students in the provincial examination. It is already impressive in the general examination. I am not as good as it."

Lu Guanglin sighed all over his face, that Zhang Xingyang also bowed his hands towards the surroundings at this moment, and the people watching downstairs, then sat back in his seat, still talking and laughing happily, without any change in expression, as if the movement just now was not caused by him .

The No. 1 of this essay meeting has been decided without any suspense at this moment, but this still does not prevent other people from being jealous, and even the noisy atmosphere downstairs immediately aroused everyone's ambitions, and they all felt that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If he can make good poems and overwhelm Xie Yuan, then he will have a good reputation in the future.

Some people were eager to try, others scratched their heads and ears. The people at Song Mu's table couldn't sit still under the influence of Zhang Xingyang's speech. At the moment, every one of them is also full of poetic enthusiasm, and they can't wait to rack their brains to write good poems.

On the contrary, Shu Fang, who was the first to get together before, came back with some complacency.

He also wrote a poem with three talents. Although it is not as good as Xie Yuan's article, it has a certain level and is enough to defend his talent in raising people.

Now he came back and saw Song Mu still drinking tea, so he asked with a smile.

"Brother Song, what's the matter? You haven't figured it out yet?"

Shu Fang asked with a smile, Song Mu glanced at the other party immediately, and just nodded slightly.

Of course, Song Mu already has poems in his chest, but now he still wants to wait to see if there will be such powerful talents, and then whether his own poems can surpass the opponent's Fu.

This kind of enthusiasm in the field lasted for a long time, until it was almost afternoon, when the sun was setting, the excitement in the attic slowly dissipated, and all the students were sitting at separate tables, chatting with each other.

But at the moment, it is even more lively under the pavilion. The city gate is closed later today, and the people still have a lot of time to visit the city, and lanterns have been hung on various stalls under the pavilion. It looks colorful at the moment, and when night falls and the lights come on, it must be another grand scene.

A ray of sunset slanted into the pavilions of Guanlan Terrace. At the moment, all the students here are a little bit depressed, and Wen Zhifu is still there, but they are sitting with a few wealthy businessmen, listening to the music, Chatting about some things, I think it's just a pastime.

From time to time, someone came to write on the desk, and occasionally a talented poem was written, but it was difficult to attract the attention of the students before.

Song Mu drank the last bit of tea and got up to do some activities. Shu Fang, who was sitting next to him, looked at Song Mu. Seeing that Song Mu was about to go out, he immediately asked with a smile.

"Brother Song is going to pay respects again?"

Song Mu didn't reply, he just tidied up his clothes carefully, then shook his head and said.

"It's about the same as what I'm thinking, but this time it's a show of shame."

Shu Fang, who heard this, stood up immediately, with a bit of astonishment on his face, and Dai Mingliang, who was next to him, also regained his energy at this moment, with a bit of excitement on his face, he also stood up .

Several people at the same table looked over, with some different expressions in their eyes, but most of them thought that Song Mu was just going through the motions, and maybe he could indeed write such a good poem.

The talents at other tables also noticed Song Mu, a tall and burly young man, but they only paid a little attention, and then they chatted about their own things.

Song Mu came to the desk, cleaned some of the desks carefully, then rubbed the ink again with warm water, spread out the white paper, dipped the ink with a brush, took a deep breath, and went straight to writing.

"The shape of the southeast is strong, the three Wu cities are all in one place, and Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times."

"Smudged willows and painted bridges, wind curtains and emerald curtains, 10 households..."

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　Thanks to book friends Sunbu, Shuihen Wumeng, Yanhuang Zhiyan, Long Feifeng, Dad also (well...good name...), who can be a company in the long night, Coster's monthly ticket support~~
　　
　
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