Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 108: Come on!
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 Confucian seat was in an uproar.
The great Confucian historian who spoke before showed an angry look: "The intention is sinister! This Spring and Autumn Sage Page is the most sensitive to moods such as time, and can even be used to identify errors in history. With time as the theme, the requirements for poetry, lyrics and music are even more demanding. Strictly! 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!"
The other great Confucian sitting next to him also nodded repeatedly: "The poetry of time is more related to persuasion, I wonder if there is a breakthrough?"
Another great Confucian twitched his beard: "It's time for beautiful women to be late, it's time to reminisce about nostalgia, it's time to miss the old days, and it's time to fall in love with flowers. It's not limited to persuading students to learn. If there is a single song, there may be a chance. I see this The most difficult condition is four consecutive songs, the first one to be combined."
As soon as these words came out, everyone nodded.
At this time, Bai Qingqing opened her mouth again: "The second condition"
"The four poems, whether they are poems, songs and fu, must be unified in rhythm."
"Too bad!"
Kong Tianfang slapped the table again, his face full of anger.
"The previous requirements are so outrageous, and the rhythm must be unified. The people who compete 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.
"The 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 the lyrics and music."
"The so-called unified rhythm means that 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-character poems, the rest must also be seven-character poems."
"If you write words, the same is true. The first song uses one word card, and the remaining three must use the same word card!"
"Anyone who writes poems often knows that it is possible to write multiple poems on the same theme with different rhythms or cards. Difficult!"
"Are we going to lose this fight?"
Nan Yuanxi shook his head suddenly: "No!"
As he spoke, he looked at the phantom.
"Because, Amber Wan 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 prince Wang Bugui gave a free and easy smile, and bowed his hands to Bai Qingqing: "Miss Bai can come up with such a topic. ?"
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 is still a little girl from the Holy Page, so don't delay the writing of other talents."
"I'm relieved." Wang Bugui nodded, and then cupped his hands at Chen Luo and the other three, "Let's go ahead!"
After he finished speaking, Wang Bugui picked up the brush prepared on the high platform, and his righteousness poured into the ink and wrote it on a holy page. At the same time, the magic circle also projected the poems written by Wang Bugui on Zhongjing throughout.
"The east wind blows the green forests and ponds, a ray of spring light and frost on the temples."
"Wanduo can't see peach and plum, why do you need to paint red makeup when you break the hairpin."
"Young wanderer in Qingshan, Mingyue has a heart to return home."
“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 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 through, and the literary talent is a little lacking!"
"Nowadays poetry is withering away, and it is rare to have such a witty poet. I don't know if the Spring and Autumn Sage Pages approve or not!"
As the audience commented 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, then smiled bitterly, "I'm not good enough 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 around. He bowed deeply towards Wen Xiang and Ye Heng, "Wen Xiang, Your Majesty, you will not be able to write a poem today. 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 player."
Wen Xiang also nodded: "Be ashamed and then 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 that Wang Bugui failed and left, Fang Xiujie, who seemed to be unable to wake up, suddenly opened his eyes, went straight 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 makes the face grow old, and the green light illuminates the pine tree."
"Looking on the east side of the building alone."
As soon as this poem came out, the eyes of the great scholars in the audience lit up.
"This young man from Fang's family, dressed in brocade and jade, actually wrote such a poem of vicissitudes of life. 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. Collapse, a person leaning against the building, watching the winter snow flutter in his eyes, how desolate." A great Confucian nodded.
"It's not and it's not!" Another great scholar gave a different opinion, "This poem looks good at first glance, but if you pay attention to your taste, you always have a sense of scratching! The new words strongly say sorrow!"
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 down the jade high platform!
"This, this is too difficult!" On the Shengwen Square, Zheliu students were discussing, "There is no way for such poems to leave traces on the holy page, and this requires four consecutive poems! "
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"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, the students can only write one word, first to sue."
After speaking, Tian Xiangwan picked up the pen and wrote with it
"A piece of spring sorrow is waiting for the wine to be poured. The boat on the river is swaying, and the curtains are drawn upstairs. Hua Niangdu and Yanniang Bridge, the wind is fluttering, and the rain is light."
"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 finishing writing this song, Tian Xiangwan threw the brush in his hand and walked down the jade platform.
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. phantom of the line.
"Poems become visions, handed down poetry become!"
Bai Qingqing smiled lightly, and said to the minister: "Congratulations to the minister, the human race has obtained another handed down word. The demon race of the 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 mildly, "Wan Anbo, now 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 as Bai Qingqing was confused, Chen Luo suddenly shouted
"Xiaoji!"