Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading

On the high jade platform, Bai Qingqing opened his mouth

"The first condition for this literary competition is that four poems need to be produced on the spot, and the four poems are related to each other and are related to time."

As soon as these words came out, the Great Confucian seat was in an uproar.

The great Confucian historian, who had spoken before, had an angry look on his face: "The intention is sinister! This Spring and Autumn Sage Page is the most sensitive to moods such as time, and it can even be used to identify errors in history. With time as the theme, the requirements for poetry, lyrics and music are more stringent! Not to mention four songs in a row, and they are related to each other. Even if Li Qinglian is resurrected, he is afraid of difficulties!"

Another great Confucian sitting next to him also nodded repeatedly: "The poetry of time is more related to persuading learning, I wonder if there is a breakthrough?"

Another great Confucian twitched his beard: "It's time to be beautiful, it's time to miss the old days, and it's time to miss the old days. It's also time for leaves and flowers to fall. It's not limited to persuading students to study. If you sing a song alone, there may be a chance. I think this condition is the most difficult. It is four in a row, the first is the first couplet."

As soon as these words came out, everyone nodded.

At this time, Bai Qingqing opened his mouth again: "The second condition"

"The four poems, whether they are poems, songs and fu, must be unified in rhythm."

"Too deceiving!"

Kong Tianfang slapped the table again, his face full of anger.

"The previous request was so outrageous, and the rhythm must be unified. The people who competed are all Confucian scholars, not great Confucian scholars! Isn't this bullying?"

Tian Haiyi squinted his eyes. He shouldn't have watched the phantom with the head of the Confucius Institute. He already knew that he was going to the scene.

"Head of the hospital, it's no use getting angry! Look, the Prime Minister didn't speak."

"He's wearing wool!" Kong Tianfang was still angry.

"Mr. Nan, what's the point of unifying the metric?"

In the North Wind Building, someone asked again.

Nan Yuan sighed and said, "The rhythm is originally aimed at the style of poetry, but in this case, it is aimed at poetry, lyrics and tunes."

"The so-called unified rhythm, that is, if the first poem is a five-character rhythm poem, then the remaining three poems must be five-character rhythm poems. If the first poem is seven characters, the rest must also be seven characters."

"It's the same if you write words. The first song uses a word card, and the remaining three must use the same word card!"

"People who often write poems will know that it is possible to write multiple poems on the same theme with different rhythms or cards, but if the rhythm or cards are unified, and four poems are made at the same time, it will be even more difficult!"

"Then are we going to lose this fight?"

Nan Yuanxi shook his head suddenly: "No!"

Saying that, he looked at the ghost.

"Because, Wan Anbo is on stage!"

At this time, on the high jade platform, Bai Qingqing smiled charmingly: "Four people, the questions are over, and then it's up to you. But the little girl reminds me that there is only one hour at most."

The suave son Wang Bugui gave a free and easy smile, and bowed his hands towards Bai Qingqing: "Miss Bai took a lot of trouble to come up with such a topic. Xiao Ke is impatient, so write a song first, I wonder if it will occupy the holy page?"

Bai Qingqing nodded and said: "It doesn't matter, even if only one song is recognized by the Holy Page, even if it loses Wen Lei, it is a good thing. There are still little girls in the Holy Page, so don't delay the writing of other handsome talents."

"I can feel at ease." Wang Bugui nodded, and then cupped his hands at Chen Luo and the other three, "One step ahead!"

After he finished speaking, Wang Bugui picked up the brush prepared on the high platform, and he immersed the ink in the ink with his righteousness and wrote it on a holy page. At the same time, the magic circle also projected the poems written by Wang Bugui all over Beijing.

"The east wind blows the green forest and ponds, a ray of spring light and frost on the temples."

"Wanduo can't see Taoliyan, why do you need to paint red makeup when you break the hairpin."

"Young wanderer in Qingshan, Mingyue has a heart to return to her hometown."

"Mo Xiaoxiao and Wengchang feel emotionally, how desolate the flower affairs are in ancient times."

After writing a poem, Wang Bugui put down his brush.

"Wang Bugui wrote about a woman who lived in a foreign country. She was old and fading, and she recalled her hometown." A great Confucian commented, "The idea is good, and the description is good, especially the sentence when the hairpin is broken, why do you need to paint red makeup, just read it thoroughly , the literary talent is slightly lacking!"

"Now that poetry is withering, it is rare to have such a witty poet. I don't know if the Spring and Autumn Holy Page approves it or not!"

Just as the audience was commenting on this poem, the Spring and Autumn Sacred Page shone for a moment, and the verses that were written just now disappeared word by word, and finally there was no trace of ink on the Sacred Page.

"This" Wang Bugui was stunned for a moment, and then smiled bitterly, "I don't have enough ability to write poetry, and I won't be recognized by the Holy Page, that's all, let's practice for a few more years." After speaking, Wang Bugui turned to face Wen Xiang and Ye Heng bowed deeply and said, "Xianxiang Wen, Your Majesty, you will not be held in high esteem. I cannot write poetry today, so I hereby accuse you."

Ye Heng waved his hand: "You are still young, you don't have to think too much, study hard and practice hard, you will become a great weapon."

Wen Xiang also nodded: "Know your shame and then be brave, go!"

Wang Bugui bowed to Chen Luo and the other three again: "I'm defeated, it's up to you all."

After speaking, Wang Bugui's figure flickered and flashed out of the high platform.

"I'm coming!" Seeing Wang Bugui's failure to leave, Fang Xiujie, who seemed to be unable to wake up, suddenly opened his eyes, stepped forward, picked up the brush, and started writing.

"The wind and snow are boundless, and the rivers and lakes are poor."

"Human feelings change at any time, and the ambition is this life."

"Grey hair urges Yan to grow old, and the green light illuminates the pine trees."

"The eyes are full of cold winter scenery, and I lean against the east of the building alone."

As soon as this poem came out, the eyes of the great Confucians in the audience lit up.

"This young man from the Fang family, dressed in brocade and jade food, actually wrote such a vicissitudes of life poem. On a windy and snowy night, when we were strangers, people were cold and unfulfilled. The white hair was full of white hair, and even the shadow was a little loose with the passage of time. People leaning on the terrace, watching the winter snow flutter in their eyes, how desolate." A great Confucian nodded.

"No, no, no!" Another great Confucian gave a different opinion, "This poem looks good at first glance, but if you pay attention to your taste, you always have a feeling of scratching your head! After all, he is from an aristocratic family. Say sorry!"

Sure enough, the Spring and Autumn Sacred Pages flickered again, and then the verses that Fang Xiujie had just written disappeared word by word!

Fang Xiujie was stunned for a while, then a stern look flashed in his eyes, but he suppressed it. He turned around, bowed in the direction of Wen Xiang and Ye Heng, and walked straight down the jade high platform!

"This, this is too difficult!" Zheliu students were discussing in the Shengwen Square, "There is no way for such a poem to leave traces on the holy page, and this requires four consecutive poems!"

"Don't worry, don't worry~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Sister Tian is still here."

"Look, Sister Tian moved."

On the high jade platform, Tian Xiangwan walked to the holy page, pondered for a moment, shook his head, turned around, and saluted Wen Xiang and Ye Heng.

"Your Majesty, Prime Minister, students can only write one word, first to accuse the crime."

After speaking, Tian Xiangwan picked up the pen and wrote

"A piece of spring sorrow is waiting for the wine to be poured. The boat on the river is shaking, and the curtains upstairs are drawn. Huaniangdu and Yanniang Bridge, the wind is fluttering, and the rain is drizzling."

"When will I go home to wash the guest robes? The silver character is melodious, and the heart character is incense burnt. The streamer is easy to throw people, red cherries, green plantains."

After writing this piece of plum blossom, Tian Xiangwan threw the brush in his hand and walked down the jade high platform.

Everyone in the audience stared at the Spring and Autumn Sacred Page, and the Spring and Autumn Sacred Page suddenly burst into light, but the words on it did not disappear at this time, but one by one, the blue light was shining brightly, and there was a phantom of a small boat moving forward in the wind and rain. film.

"Poetry becomes vision, handed down poetry becomes!"

Bai Qingqing smiled lightly, and said to the minister: "Congratulations to the minister, the human race has obtained another handed down word. The monster tribe of this text dare not take it, and return it to Daxuan."

After saying that, Bai Qingqing pointed to the holy page with a cut of plums written on it, and the holy page immediately rolled up and flew towards Wen Xiang.

Wen Xiang reached out his hand, grabbed the flying scroll, and nodded.

Bai Qingqing waved again, and another blank Spring and Autumn Holy Page flew to the high jade platform.

At this time, everyone's eyes turned to Chen Luo.

Bai Qingqing said in a mild tone, "Wan Anbo, you are the only one left. The handed down poetry must be recited or written in ink. If you are not a Confucian student, you might as well abstain."

Chen Luo shrugged, "Not now, but soon!"

Just in Bai Qingqing's doubts, Chen Luo suddenly shouted

"Xiao Ji!"