Chapter 88 The last page
The song "Chi" tells the heroic and domineering life of the King of Chu Xiang Yu, and also a regretful and unwilling life. Even more, Xiang Tian jealous of the descendants of the Xiang family, writing, which makes people even more sigh.
"Pan Yuanshou, the poem "Chu Qi" by Xiang Tianyan is indeed a good poem. It can be placed on the first page of "Sacred Literature" by the semi-saints of the Holy Literature Department! It is enough to illustrate the problem!"
The head of the institute, Fang Chong, did not give a positive answer, but simply nodded in praise of the peak battle poem of Mingzhou, "Chi".
However, in this way, Pan Shi thought that Fang Chong had surrendered, so he laughed loudly: "It is rare for the head of Fang Yuan to praise him! God is jealous, why don't you thank Fang Yuan to the head of Fang Yuan?"
"God is jealous of the first place in Fangyuan!"
Xiang Tian was jealous of his burly figure and a proud person. He had a kind of arrogance inherited from his ancestor Xiang Yu. When he bowed to thank Fang Chong, his eyes looked at the students of Jian'an Prefecture with a domineering look.
As he looked at him, almost all the students of Jian'an Prefecture dared not look at him. Whenever he touched his gaze, he would lower his head guiltily. What Xiang Tian wanted was this effect, and I was the only one. Just like when my ancestor Xiang Yu was uprising, no one would accept it, so he beheaded all the way.
This kind of domineering aura is only the domineering one that only the Xiang family has. Even Lu Tong, a descendant of the miscellaneous family, and Fang Hui, the son and nephew of the Grand Tutor Fang Zhengxin, did not dare to look directly at Xiang Tianyan's sharp and domineering gaze, so he had to lower his head.
But when Xiang Tianni finally looked at Su Lin, the boy who was standing in front of the small case, was not afraid of his eyes, but instead widened his eyes and looked directly at him.
"So brave! How dare you compete with me for a small case?"
Xiang Tian sneered in his heart, and then unconsciously passed his domineering thoughts through his eyes. He directly looked at Su Lin, trying to completely overwhelm a sense of energy in Su Lin's eyes.
"What a domineering look! I am worthy of being a descendant of Xiang Yu, the King of Chu. However, I, Su Lin, are not a soft persimmon that you can control casually. The person who can make me, Su Lin, surrender has not been born yet, let alone you are a reckless man!"
Su Lin knew that this way of jealousy was probably domineering and self-righteous. Just like King Chu, you must use your strength to convince everyone.
Ordinary people, when they encounter such sharp gazes, naturally dare not look at each other, and even feel fear and fear in their hearts. But Su Lin is not afraid, Su Lin is a way of being incompetent. How could he be impressed by such powerful domineering aura?
He would rather break than bend. Although he knew that the other party was a juren's literary position, Su Lin resolutely mobilized all the water and ice fog in Zhihai, gathering it in his eyes. The way of Wuqi instantly resolved Xiang Tian's domineering gaze with three ways of thinking.
"What a boy from the case! He can actually ignore my domineeringness! Humph! How dare you not accept me? You have your hardships! Wait for a while and see what kind of shit poems you wrote. How can you compare with my "Chu Qi" that remembers the ancestors and kings?"
Because there are many people here, Xiang Tian was jealous and could not use the holy power. His thoughts and gazes were secretly released, but they were blocked by Su Lin, a child, and he secretly held a grudge in his heart. However, he did not immediately attack, just waiting to see Su Lin's so-called masterpiece. At that time, he would ridicule and sarcasticly leave a shadow in Su Lin's sea of wisdom and completely hinder his ideological progress.
But what Xiang Tian was jealous of himself was that when he had this idea, a cloud of jealousy had already floated over his own sea of wisdom.
"Huh! What a powerful look! What a domineering word! No wonder Xiang Yu, the King of Chu, fought almost with one person, and led 8,000 soldiers to capture more than 70% of the national destiny in the Tianren Continent."
Seeing Xiang Tianzi retracting his domineering gaze, Su Lin also breathed a sigh of relief and returned the three forms of ice, fog, and water to Zhihai, but he was still scared and deeply understood the terror of the domineering inheritance of this Xiang family.
After the first page of "Holy Literature" was fully presented, a holy power surged immediately, and the content of the holy power text on this page was printed out. It turned into a golden page of holy power, falling down, solidifying into a solid.
This is the book of the Holy Power. Every page of the "Sacred Text" is condensed with such holy power. Of course, only the "Sacred Text" of academies in various countries can appear in this way as soon as possible. If other ordinary people or students of academies want to keep the "Sacred Text" publication, they must go to the bookseller to buy a paper version of the "Sacred Text".
The paper version of "Saint Text" only has simple and standard printed texts, without the surging power to exaggerate the ideological momentum of the article, but it is difficult to see the momentum and mystery of the writing.
"The first page of the Fang Yuan, the first page of "Saint Text" has been settled. Haha, I just don't know which page of Mingzhou masterpiece, the head of the genius case of the Youfu Court, is on. Anyway, it is all academic exchanges and ideological communication. Now I will bring these students to see the masterpieces of the Youfu Court disciples!"
Pan Shi's pride was beyond words. After hearing this, the students of Jian'an Prefecture clenched their fists, their hearts full of reluctance, but no one could refute. After all, they were not as good as others, and it was necessary to be ridiculed and underestimated. They could only blame the disciples of their Prefecture for being unsuccessful!
"Hey! I originally thought that with Su Lin, the genius, this time, I could fight a good battle, so that the people of Jianning Mansion would also know how powerful our Jian'an Mansion is! Unfortunately, Jianning Mansion actually pulled all the descendants of King Chu. I heard that the Xiang family cultivated the domineering, and the domineering that the world cannot tolerate is beyond our reach!"
"What a pity! If Su Lin could write the poem about Mingzhou last month, it would be enough for us to cheer in front of the students of Jianning Prefecture. But now, the other party's song "Chu Qi" is really outstanding..."
"I originally wanted to take a closer look at Su Lin's masterpieces and study them! But now, there is no idea! Even Su Lin's Mingzhou poems are very exciting, can they still compare to "Chu Qi"? They are placed on the first page of "Sacred Literature"!"
"Yes! Unless Su Lin can use the poems of Zhenguo, he can beat "Chu Qi", but... this is too whimsical. "Saint Literature" seems to have not been written in Zhenguo for several months. Hundreds of thousands of Confucian scholars in the nine countries have not written the poems of Zhenguo for several months. How could Su Lin be a mere boy?
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The golden pages of "Saint Literature" are presented page by page, but most of them are poems written by Confucian scholars in various prefectures and counties in the nine countries. I just saw the peak poems in Mingzhou like "Chu Qi". Who is still in a good mood to read the poems of other prefectures?
Occasionally, one or two Mingzhou poems with a slight shining point were released, and people were surprised, but they immediately returned to ordinary things. Everyone was waiting to read Su Lin's poem "Autumn Poems".
"Fang Yuanshou, you see that the light of the holy power is weakening. It seems that there are only a few pages left in "Saint Literature"? Why haven't you seen the masterpiece "Autumn Ci" by Su Lin, a genius of the court, yet? Could it be that Fang Yuanshou was deceived by this Su Lin? Or was it fabricated by Fang Yuanshou himself?"
The more you see the low emotions and faces of the students of Jian'an Prefecture, the more happy Pan Shi felt, and the more transparent and smooth the sea of thought in Zhihai. If someone goes deep into Pan Shi's Zhihai, you can see that over his Zhihai, there is a city of dark clouds, black and exudes a stench of thought, pressing hard on his Holy Power Mountain, and even corroding his Holy Power Mountain at all times.
This is a dark cloud of thoughts accumulated since childhood. The dark clouds of jealousy and comparison are the most poisonous ideas. Therefore, Pan Shi knew that it was wrong to deliberately suppress Jian'an Prefecture, but he had to do so. His Tao was already hindered by Fang Chong. This obstacle is now very deep. Only by completely subduing and defeating Fang Chong can he be liberated, completely resolved the dark clouds of thought and promoted to the position of great scholars.
"Haha! Pan Yuanshou, you can see it."
Fang Chong did not explain too much, but instead focused his attention on the holy text stele. The penultimate page of the holy text had already flowed out. The holy light that soared into the sky had dimmed, but at the moment when the last page of the holy text was about to appear, a dazzling holy light suddenly burst out from the entire holy text stele.
"What's wrong with this... Why did the Holy Monument suddenly become a sacred light? Even the poems of Zhenguo have no reason to cause such a huge reaction?"
Pan Shi, who was already proud, was stunned by the sudden masterpiece of the holy light. It seemed that such a situation had never happened!
"Hurry... look, why does a pen appear on the Holy Memorial Monument? Is this... a legendary holy pen?"
Someone immediately discovered the difference in the appearance of the poems on the last page. When other poems are presented, the holy light condenses the golden characters, and each word appears in order. However, the poems on the last page are first condensed from the strong holy light into a holy pen, and then written by the holy pen writing strokes.
"Holy pen! It's been thirty years, and the holy pen seems to have not appeared for thirty years..."
Mr. Cai's expression also solidified, and he said a little obsessed with it, "This is the birth of calligraphy! The author of this last page of poetry is not only outstanding in poetry, but also has good writing, which can actually alarm the temple to summon the holy pen..."
"Look! Qiu...The first word is Qiu..."
Seeing that the first word was "Autumn", the scholars and juren on Jian'an Mansion became excited in an instant, and they all wanted to stretch their necks out five feet long.
"Autumn Ci! It turns out to be autumn Ci! Su Lin's "Autumn Ci" is on the last page..."
"Oh my God! Did I read it wrong? Is it really "Autumn Ci"?"
Chapter completed!