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Chapter 178 Can new poems be on the list?

"There is really no one who can fight!"

In Kunming Pool, Qixi Garden, and pavilions, more than a dozen barbarians ate meat and drank heavily. The same ingredients tasted wonderful in Dagan, which they had never imagined before. After finally coming here, of course they had to eat enough!

They seem to be too lazy to shout around, because they visited the entire Qixi Garden yesterday, so they ate and drank in the gazebo here, and at the same time they talked nonsense.

Confucian scholars passing by all cast disgusted eyes. Anyone who had a good poetry meeting disturbed by a group of barbarians would feel disgusted.

But they can only dare to be angry and dare not speak out. They still remember the few Confucian scholars who were beaten before. In the end, the government not only failed to help their own Confucian scholars, but punished them severely. How dare they provoke these guys.

On the stele of talent today, the first and second positions were written with the name "Barbarian Cui Wuji"!

Cui Wuji wrote another poem today, then squeezed out Wang Huanyu, who was originally ranked second, without any suspense, and slapped Dagan Confucian scholar hard on the face, as if he had completely shattered Dagan Confucian scholar. Dry the spirit of Confucian students.

"Hahaha, isn't this the guy in the tavern that day?"

Thinking of slapping his face, Hu Zheng suddenly saw a Confucian scholar with a bruised nose and a swollen face sneaking past in front of him.

Zhu Hanyin has been really unlucky lately. That day at the tavern, because he was the one who made the move first, he was finally caught in the prison of Jingzhao Mansion, and his father spent a lot of money to get him out.

But those barbarians were really ruthless, and they didn't kill him. Zhu Hanyin's injury was not serious, but they hit Zhu Hanyin's face with every punch and palm. How could he go out to meet people?

So he didn't come at all on the first day of the Dagan Poetry Fair, but he has been preparing for the poetry fair for more than half a year. There are several works that he thinks he is proud of, and he is going to be a blockbuster at the poetry festival, so why is he not willing to come? .

Unexpectedly, just after arriving at the Qixi Garden, they saw the barbarians who beat him and were recognized by them.

Zhu Hanyin is not prepared to be troublesome, he is here to write a poem today, and he will leave after writing the poem!
"The serious crime of beating people was released so quickly. It really is a big crime, and there is no law at all!"

Hu Zheng tsk-tsk said, full of provocation and blocked Zhu Hanyin's way, obviously, his hands were a little itchy again.

"Why, don't you even have an apology for hitting someone?"

"This is the great cause of the prosperity of Confucianism and Taoism, and the rule of law?"

Following Hu Zheng's words, a group of savages surrounded Zhu Hanyin, but they also knew how to measure, and did not do anything, but provoked Zhu Hanyin, and waited for Zhu Hanyin to do it first, so that they could beat people justifiably .

"The barbarian hit someone, the barbarian beat someone!"

However, they underestimated the hatred they had drawn from the Confucian scholars in the past two days. When they surrounded Zhu Hanyin, a Confucian scholar suddenly shouted.

Others saw that a group of barbarians surrounded a Confucian scholar, what is this for?
Bullying Dagan Confucian scholars in front of so many of them?

Some Confucian scholars with a bad temper even surged with talent and directly launched Confucianism.

[Like an eagle's fingers and claws that only grab the flesh, the ruthless feathers of the heavens only fly to Han Fei]

A figure flew into the barbarian like an eagle, and fought with Hu Zheng while waving the eagle's claws. It turned out to be a Confucianist cultivator in the Grand Virtue Realm, and he was also a close-combat Confucian cultivator in the Grand Virtue Realm.

The Confucianism of the Confucianism Cultivator usually uses talent to seduce the awe-inspiring energy and mobilize the power of heaven and earth to show unpredictable power.

The melee Confucianism cultivators are not the same. They use poems to seduce the arrogance to attach themselves to themselves, and then fight like warriors. This kind of close combat Confucianism cultivators are often extremely terrifying. They are the cultivation methods specially created by the sages to deal with the barbarians.

【The lonely white rabbit, walking around and looking around】

Soon, another rabbit-shaped audacity charged into the crowd...

The barbarians are all born warriors, and their combat prowess is indeed astonishing, but they miscalculated today. There are countless Confucian scholars gathered here, and soon, they were submerged in the sea of ​​people and Confucianism.

A quarter of an hour later, only a group of barbarians were left wailing on the ground.

The Confucian scholars also had a lot of bruises and swollen faces, and they took a lot of blows. In fact, those Confucian cultivators who fought meleely just now were the main force. Never been the same.

It's hard to believe that they passed by here by chance. After all, melee Confucianism cultivators are rare, so they can't all happen to be here, right?
But now Zhu Hanyin is happy, and now everyone is the same, so there is nothing to be ashamed of.

Perhaps because of the same thought as him, the other Confucian scholars who were beaten up with bruised noses and swollen faces no longer concealed their secrets, but swaggered around in the Qixi Garden, as if the bruises on their faces were not shame, but medals of merit!
Lin Yuhan watched all this not far away, but unfortunately she is only in the realm of self-cultivation and has limited combat power, otherwise she would also want to go in and fight these barbarians.

Seeing these savages, she thought of her father, her mother, and the countless broken families displaced in that war. Without these savages, she might still be living a carefree life in Ningyuan City. Lady's life.

However, now these savages, these savages who killed her father, appeared in the capital of Daqian in a grandiose manner, and set foot on this land that his father guarded with his life, she hated it!
[If I were a bird,

I should also sing with a hoarse throat:

This land hit by the storm,
This river of grief and anger that is always raging with us,

This irritating wind blowing endlessly,
And the incomparably tender dawn from the forest...

——And then I died,

Even the feathers rot in the ground.

Why do I often have tears in my eyes?
Because I love this land deeply...]

The moment the poem was completed, Lin Yuhan felt as if he had grown a pair of wings, flew high into the sky, and screamed at the north with an angry voice.

Then the next moment, she really flew up!

Lin Yuhan was surprised and delighted. Flying is an ability only possessed by sixth-grade Confucianism cultivators!

However, at the same time she showed surprise, her wings dissipated, and she fell heavily to the ground. After all, she only ascended to the sky for a short time by virtue of the vision that she just wrote, and the fuel for her flight was the anger in her chest. When the anger disappeared, she would naturally landed.

At the same time, on the talent tablet, one name continued to climb up, stepping down one name after another, and soon came to the top twenty!

This naturally attracted everyone's attention and cheered up the Confucian scholars who were originally lost.

"Could it be that the Heavenly Dao poet is here?"

"With this momentum, it is likely to rush to the first place!"

A Confucian scholar said in surprise, and at the same time, the name had already reached the top ten, and the speed slowed down a little. Only then did everyone see the name clearly—Hongdu Lin Yuhan!

"It's not a poet of heaven?"

Everyone exclaimed, and then they were overjoyed, watching the name climb up slowly.

"Third, third!"

When this name surpassed Wang Huanyu and appeared in the third place, everyone shouted.

Sure enough, as everyone expected, this name quickly surpassed Cui Wuji, who was in the second position, and continued to hit the top!
This time, even Cui Wuji, who was sitting on the Juanyun Terrace on the island in the middle of the lake, stood up.

It's a pity that this name stopped after several times of upward impact in the second position, and settled in the second position without any change.

Only then did everyone see the weight of talent acquired by this poem, six liters and six liters!
Seeing this result, many people sighed, they were just a little bit short of squeezing Cui Wuji's name down, but unfortunately, they failed.

U Wei, who was beside Cui Wuji, also stood up and looked up at the stele of talent, amazed, "Daqian really is full of talents!"

Others didn't know how much preparation Cui Wuji had made for this poetry meeting, but he knew it. Unexpectedly, he was almost surpassed by others.

"New poetry?"

Soon, someone frowned.

The poems made in the Qixi Garden can be perceived by everyone as long as they appear on the stele of talent, and everyone will soon know the content of the poems.

Although the new poems have appeared in Dagan for a while, the Confucian scholars here still prefer the ancient poems. When they see this kind of new poems, they always feel that they can't appreciate them. Many people even think that the ranking of this poem is a bit low. Inflated.

If the poem hadn't been about fighting against the barbarians this time, they might have stood up and criticized it loudly.

At this moment, Lin Qian brought Yong'an and the eldest princess to the Qixi Garden.

"I didn't expect there to be such a good writer of modern poetry in Dagan!"

Looking at the stele of talent, Lin Qian praised secretly, but he was deeply impressed by the name Lin Yuhan in his heart, because on the new list, this girl's name is a frequent visitor, and she always ranks high. I didn't expect that she would also make a big poem meeting.

"Lin Qian!"

"Which Lin Qian? Lin Qian, the poet of the Dao of Heaven?"

"That's right, I saw him when he entered Chang'an!"

Soon, someone recognized Lin Qian, and a stone stirred up waves, and a group of Confucian scholars surrounded him excitedly.

Lin Yuhan, who just wrote the No.2 poem of this poetry meeting, also cast a curious look. After all, besides the founder [Beihai], it is Lin Qian, the poet of heaven, who is on the list of new poems today.

She had read Lin Qian's poems, and although she didn't like them very much, she had to admit his talent.

"Lin Jieyuan, you are finally here!"

The Confucian scholars looked at Lin Qian eagerly, as if welcoming a long-lost relative.

"You must vent your anger on us, those barbarians are bullying too much!"

"Lin Jieyuan is here, let me see how long Cui Wuji can be arrogant!"

For a while, the atmosphere in the Qixi Garden rose again, and finally there was a festive atmosphere.

The commotion here also attracted the attention of Cui Wuji and the others. Uwei looked at Huai Jinfeng who was at the side with a fierce look in his eyes, "Didn't it be agreed that Lin Qian would not be able to come to this poetry meeting?"

Huai Jinfeng was sweating profusely. When he learned that Emperor Qianyuan didn't want to release Lin Qian, he proudly assured Uwei that Lin Qian had appeared in the Qixi Garden in just a few hours. .

Soon, after walking across the Magpie Bridge, surrounded by a large group of Confucian scholars, Lin Qian and Yong'an came to the island in the middle of the lake.

(End of this chapter)