Summons the Invincible Emperor

Chapter 20 I, As You Wish

Saints Square.

Confucian scholars one after another came to the center of the square and wrote poems and lyrics on the vertical case!

Every song has at least reached the level of "awe-inspiring righteousness"!

You know, this is Qingyang Academy!

The only sacred place of literature and Taoism in the six countries!
To be able to become a Confucian scholar here, it is natural that everyone has read poetry and books, and has real talents and learning!

The awe-inspiring righteousness is naturally no problem for the people of Qingyang Academy!

And with the birth of poems one by one, the awe-inspiring righteousness continued to emerge, and the entire world around the Shengxian Square was almost washed away.

Seen from a distance, Shengxian Square is like a floating island filled with fairy air, which looks very ethereal.

Those common people crowded around the square watching, seeing the awe-inspiring righteousness surging continuously, and the breeze and drizzle rushing towards them from time to time, they were all shocked and inexplicable.

For the vast majority of them, it was the first time in their lives that they wrote poems and lyrics to trigger changes in the celestial phenomena!

Haoran is upright now!
The pen fell into a storm!
For ordinary people, all of this is simply unbelievable!

"The song "Black Crow" written by Zhao Jixian just now is really talented, and it will be widely recited in the world soon!"

"These poems are all satirizing the Lord Chen Xuan of the Great Qin Dynasty, right?"

"I don't know what kind of unreasonable behavior Lord Chen Xuan did when he was in the alliance, which attracted thousands of scholars to scold him!"

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The Wenhui has been going on, while the people in the four sides of the square are always talking and making noise.

There is no doubt that Chen Xuan at this moment has been belittled to the point of being useless by Wanru of Qingyang Academy!

The satirical poems on the case were like huge mountains, suppressing Chen Xuan's reputation to pieces!

Notorious for a hundred and 80 years, I am afraid it will not be a problem!

You know, even the most ordinary Confucian scholar in Qingyang Academy has great influence!

But now that all Confucian scholars are gathered together, their power is terrifying!
It seems a foregone conclusion that Chen Xuan's reputation will be ruined and he will be cast aside by all Confucians and even all people in the world!

Unless, he can fight against the thousands of Confucians in Qingyang Academy with his own strength!

"Quick, look! Great Confucian Xu Xin is here!"

After the literary meeting went on for about an hour, an exclamation suddenly sounded from the crowd of onlookers.

For a moment, all the fiery gazes of everyone present were staring at the center of the square.

I saw a white-bearded old man in a purple robe, with a smile on his brow, pinching his beard, and calmly came to the front of the case.

He is Xu Xin, one of the 24 Great Confucians of Qingyang Academy!
"Everyone, please share this poem with us!"

After bowing slightly in all directions, Xu Xin began to write smoothly on the vertical case.

When the pen is falling, there is a great righteousness rising to the sky!

Bai Guangxiong is extremely shining!
As for Xu Xin's poem, he had only just written halfway through it, and there was already a strong wind blowing in all directions of Shengxian Square.

"Hoo!" "Hoo!" "Hoo!"

A strong wind suddenly blew, and the robes of many Confucian scholars were shaking.

The raindrops are even more pattering, drifting away!
The pen fell into a storm!
"It's not just a pen and a storm!!!"

On the square, a sage who was closest seemed to be the first to perceive something, and shouted repeatedly: "This, this is the legendary 'poetry weeping ghosts and gods'!"

Hearing this, everyone's heart jumped suddenly, and then they all began to hold their breath and concentrate.

"woo woo woo woo!"

"woo woo woo woo!"

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After a while, people could clearly hear the cries of ghosts mixed with the sound of wind and rain.

Only heard the sound, but no one can see, or know where the ghost is!
It's a miracle in the world!
Swish swish!Swish swish!
Amidst the mighty wind and rain and the sound of devil's cry, Xu Xin's poems finally appeared completely in the boundless awe-inspiring righteousness:

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Snake and snake speak loudly, and they come out of their mouths.

Ingenious words are like reeds, and Yan Zhiboo.

Biherensi, the elk living in the river.

No boxing and no courage, the job is chaotic rank.

Both small and small, Er Yong Yihe.

There are many generals, but there are only a few of you.

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"When the pen falls, the wind and rain startle, and the poem becomes weeping ghosts and gods! I can die with no regrets to witness such a literary wonder!"

"Worthy of being a great Confucian in the world, once you make a move, it will shock the audience!"

"Dangfu Dabai! This poem will surely be praised through the ages and will last forever!"

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At this moment, the eyes of Wanru on the Shengxian Square and countless people watching were all showing fanatical admiration.

Those great Confucians who have always been calm and prudent also admired it unceasingly, thinking that this poem must be able to push this essay meeting to its peak and make everyone's blood boil.

However, at this moment, a cold snort sounded very abruptly from the pilgrimage platform.

Immediately afterwards, Wan Ru on the Sage Square heard an extremely discordant voice resounding in his ears:

"Poetry is so illiterate, can it be regarded as a great Confucian?"

As soon as the words fell, Xu Xin, who was pinching his beard and enjoying thousands of praises, suddenly froze.

As if her neck was stuck, Xu Xin raised her head in a daze, glaring at the pilgrimage platform.

Thousands of Confucian scholars in Shengxian Square, as well as countless ordinary people, also followed the sound and raised their eyes, looking at the pilgrimage platform!

At this moment, everyone's hearts are full of question marks!
The poems of Xu Xin, a great Confucian, are "the pen falls to shock the wind and rain, and the poem to weep ghosts and gods"!
Such divine poetry, such great Confucianism, are they said to be illiterate?
Who the hell dares to speak nonsense in front of Wanru!

And the next moment, everyone could see that a man in a dragon robe was slowly stepping up to the pilgrimage platform.

It was Chen Xuan!

"Chen Xuan?"

The great Confucians looked at each other in blank dismay, as if they never thought about Chen Xuan dare to appear in the Wenhui.

At the same time, in all directions of the square, countless noises and sounds of surprise rolled up.

No one expected that Chen Xuan would come!

In people's perception, no matter who it is tonight, they will never have the courage to face the scolding of thousands of scholars!
"No way? It's Lord Chen Xuan! How dare he show up, how dare he say that Xu Xin, a Confucian, is illiterate?"

"Is the Lord of Great Qin in a panic, or has he lost his mind and gone crazy? How dare he come to the literary conference to humiliate himself?"

"Tell me, could it be Xu Xin Daru's poems that blow him up, and he's going to smash it!"

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With the appearance of Chen Xuan, there was an uproar in the square and endless discussions arose.

But Xu Xin seemed to have caught a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and immediately lowered his eyes, and said coldly:

"Master Chen Xuan, since you think that I don't know how to write and write, and my poems can't catch your eyes...then, you dare to compose a poem on the spot, so that I can teach all the scholars in the world to see what is wrong with my poems!"

"I, as you wish!"

With his hands behind his back, Chen Xuan replied very casually.

　Everyone, let's order a recommendation ticket!
　　


(End of this chapter)