Chapter 97 Poetry Festival

At the end of Shen Shi, Huang Zhen and Long Ting came to the gate of Song Tianxue Academy to wait for Princess Ling!

The school’s door is very big and grand! A pair of tall bronze lions guarding the door. Two innate masters stood outside the door! There were many people, and they all went in with invitations!

Huang Zhen and the other two waited for a while, and Princess Ling came. An old woman was next to her, with her introverted spirit and her eyes were like lightning! She looked like a congenital veteran!

Princess Ling said, "Let Brother Huang and Chairman Long wait for a long time!" Then she pointed to the old woman beside her and said, "This is my personal bodyguard Aunt Mei!"

Huang Zhen and Long Ting quickly saluted and said, "Hello Princess Ling, Hello Aunt Mei!"

Aunt Mei only glanced at them, nodded, and said nothing!

Princess Ling said, "Don't be surprised, Aunt Mei has such a temperament! Leave! It's getting late, let's go in!"

Huang Zhen and the others followed the princess and easily entered the Song Tianxue Academy. Princess Ling took them to a large conference room! It was very large inside, with more than 600 people!

Princess Ling took them to make a table! A young man who looked like a scholar immediately came forward and saluted, "Princess, you are here! You really make the young student look forward to the autumn water!"

Princess Ling smiled slightly and said, "Chen Yu, don't be polite! Please sit down."

Then, he turned to Huang Zhen and said, "This is a student from Song Tianxue Academy, and the president of this class. He is good at literature and martial arts! He is a rare talent!"

Huang Zhen looked at it carefully, but saw Chen Yu in his twenties, his face was like a jade, and his eyes were like a meteor! His nose bridge was straight through the heavenly court! His vigorous energy was hidden and he was obviously a congenital master! But his too thin lips and peach patterns at the corners of his eyes showed the man's meanness and lust!

Huang Zhen smiled slightly and said, "I have long admired Daqie, and I am well-known!" After that, he hugged his fists.

Chen Yu replied with a bow, a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes, and he smiled and said, "Princess Ling, who is this?"

Princess Ling smiled and said, "This is my new friend Huang Zhen. She was once the president of Kaiyan Chamber of Commerce and the national teacher of the Great Qin State!"

Huang Zhen was also shocked, obviously Princess Ling investigated him carefully!

"Oh! It turns out that it is the national teacher, I'm rude! I've heard that Master Huang's soft knife is superb and invincible in the world!"

"Haha! I've stopped being a national teacher for a long time, so I'd better call me Huang Zhen! As for using a knife, it's just a tool! It's not worth mentioning."

At this moment, several people walked onto the rostrum, and one of them shouted: "The annual Song Tian Xuefu Poetry Conference is here again! Welcome everyone to come and go from thousands of miles to attend! Let's invite Song Changtian, the head of our Xuefu, to speak!"

Song Changtian was about sixty years old! His spirit was restrained and his eyes were flashing. He actually was a great monk in the transformation of gods. He said: "Everyone is a well-read poet. The topic of this year's poetry meeting was to write poems with wine! The time was two quarters of an hour! Now it starts!" After that, he put a timing hourglass on the table.

More than 600 people in the entire venue suddenly became quiet! The students and celebrities began to think hard!

Wine is the most common thing, and it is not difficult to write a poem, but it is even more difficult to write a good poem! And it only takes two quarters of an hour! Many students hold pens, frown, and stare at white paper, and are unable to start writing for a long time.

Chen Yu beside him pondered for a moment and wrote like a god! Writing on paper!

Two quarters of an hour came soon, but when the hourglass was exhausted, only a dozen people handed in the paper! Chen Yu was the first to handed in the paper, and he only took about a quarter of an hour!

The people on the rostrum kept looking at the volume in turn and discussing it. After a while, Song Changtian said: "I reduced the time of this poetry meeting by half, but only a dozen people could write it! Moreover, the quality of the poem is limited and the artistic conception is not good! It seems that although you are talented in normal times, you still have fewer urgent talents!"

Many students and scholars were proud when they heard Song Changtian’s comments!

Then Song Changtian said, "But there is still one person who wrote a very good poem! He is Chen Yu. After the review of the seven of us, he was unanimously elected as the leader of this year's poetry meeting."

Next I will miss the poem he wrote: "Wine" tilts the jade pot and the bottle cover is opened, and this thing is poured into the gods. The fragrance of the sauce drifts for three thousand miles away, and the kings and princes drink nine hundred times. The nectar can burn the bitterness of the world, and the jade liquid washes away the eternal sorrow. Since ancient times, the fragrance has been passed down to the world. Wu Yi was drunk and wrote about the Spring and Autumn Period!

When Huang Zhen heard this, he secretly praised in his heart. This poem only a few sentences wrote down the action of opening wine, the color, fragrance and taste of wine, and even vividly described the yearning of gods and kings for wine! It also wrote about the role of wine! Finally, it also wrote about his lofty ambitions and wrote about the spring and autumn! Moreover, the whole poem does not contain a single word of wine! It is indeed a good poem!

After listening to Song Changtian's chanting, the audience suddenly burst into thunderous applause! Princess Ling also smiled and applauded!

At this time, Song Changtian said again: "Chen Yu, just say a few words!"

Chen Yu stood up and said, "Actually, writing poetry depends on daily accumulation! There is also the explosion of inspiration! I just happened to play it out, and it is not worth being proud of! There are many people who are better than me! For example, Huang Zhen, who is by my side, was once the national teacher of the Great Qin State and the president of the Kaiyan Chamber of Commerce. He is quick-witted and should be able to write this poem about wine at any time!" After saying that, he pointed to Huang Zhen with his finger!

Suddenly, more than 600 pairs of eyes in the audience looked at Huang Zhen! Someone immediately said: "The national teacher of the Great Qin State, let him write one too to see if it is better than our Song State..."

Huang Zhen was slightly angry, Damn! He was shot while lying down. This Chen Yu was indeed not a good thing, he was so ugly! At this time, he actually identified his identity and incited the people of Song toward him... Damn guy!

At this time, Song Changtian said: "Oh! The former national teacher of the Qin Dynasty! It turns out that he is young and promising, and he is disrespectful! Then please ask Master Huang to write a poem about wine too!"

Huang Zhen had no choice at this time, so he stood up and said, "I'm too rewarded. What kind of national teacher is all a thing in the past. Since everyone wants me to write a poem about wine, I'll do it!"

Huang Zhen said in his heart, "A Wine Fairy!" I can only use your poem today, please don't blame me!"

Huang Zhen lifted the pen and waved it on the white paper. The handwriting was vigorous and powerful, with iron painted silver hooks, and dragons and snakes were exposed to electricity!

Princess Ling watched from the side, her heart was so excited that she was shocked! After Huang Zhen finished writing, she couldn't help but sigh: "This poem will definitely be passed down through the ages and will never die!"

When Song Changtian heard this, he couldn't help but walk over, picked it up and looked at it, and was stunned! After a while, he said, "Master Huang is indeed a master of eternal literature! Listen, I will read it for you!" "Wine" You don't see you, the water of the Divine River comes from the sky, flowing to the sea and never returns. You don't see, the mirror in the high hall is sad and grief, and the morning is like blue hair turns into snow.

You must be happy when you are in a happy life, and don’t let the golden cup be empty against the moon. I am born to be useful, and I will come again after all the money is gone.

It is fun to cook sheep and slaughter cattle. You have to drink three hundred cups at a time. Ask the kings and princes, and ask the generals and ministers. Don’t stop the cup when you are about to drink wine.

I sing a song with you, and I ask you to listen to it for me. Bells, drums, delicacies and jade are not expensive, I hope I will never wake up after being drunk.

Since ancient times, all sages were lonely, and only those who drink were left with their names. King Chen had a banquet for Pingle and had a great time to drink and drink ten thousand times to make fun of him.

What does the owner say is that he has little money? He has to buy a drink with you. A horse with a thousand gold fur, and a man will be sent out to exchange for fine wine, and he will be given the same age as you.

Huang Zhen just changed the Yellow River to the Shenhe River, and changed Master Cen and Danqiusheng to ask the kings and princes, and to promote generals and ministers.

Listening to Song Changtian finish reading the poem, the audience was silent. After a while, thunderous applause burst out...

Everyone asked to watch and copy Huang Zhen's poems! Even the arrogant Chen Yu was stunned...

Song Changtian said again: "Teacher Huang is indeed quick-witted and has no one in the world to reach! Although you are not the leader of the poetry club, you are even better than the leader. I will always keep your poetry in the collection of Song Tianxue Academy! Set an example to inspire the younger generations!"

Princess Ling also said at this time: "Mr. Huang, why don't you stay in my Song Dynasty! It's no problem to be a marquis and minister with your talent!"

Huang Zhen smiled and said, "I know my own affairs, and I am just obsessed with the immortal way and do not want to be an official!"

Long Ting thought, Huang Zhen is from my Qin, so don’t stay in Song State! Well, I have to mention this matter to the emperor!

This was a disharmonious voice beside him: "Chen Yu admires the literary talent of Huang Zhen! I heard that the martial arts of the national master are the best in the world, I want to see the martial arts of the national master!"

"Oh! How do you want to see it?"

"I have a spiritual bird that I have been cultivating since I was a child and can fly thousands of miles in an instant. The feathers are as hard as iron stone, and it is hard to hurt swords and guns. As long as Master Huang can hit it within a quarter of an hour, I will be the master of the country win!" After saying that, with a blow, a colorful flower eagle fell on his hand!

I saw that the flower eagle was only the size of a human head, and its red eyes were very sharp! The eagle beak was like a hook, with black stripes in the jade color, and its body was covered with colorful feathers, shining with metallic colors! A pair of sharp eagle claws were filled with cold light! You could tell at a glance that this was not an ordinary person.

"Huang Zhen smiled slightly and said, Chen Yu, if I accidentally kill it, it would be a pity for a spiritual bird. I think it would be better to forget it!"

"Haha! Master Huang, don't worry. This spirit bird is a foreign species with a very fast speed. Even if you can hit it, you may not be able to hurt it!"

Huang Zhen nodded and said, "Okay! Then give it a try!"

Chen Yu raised his hand and the flower eagle disappeared in the air and appeared in the air more than twenty feet away from Huang Zhen! A pair of red eagle eyes stared at Huang Zhen, and his wings spread out and lived in the void!

Huang Zhen was dark and solemn. The beast was so fast that even his spiritual sense could not be captured!

Huang Zhen took a deep breath, his body and mind instantly merged with the world, and the soft knife flew out lightning, sweeping the flower eagle's neck! This speed was the best in the world! But when the sword flashed, it had reached the flower eagle's neck!

Chen Yu just looked at it quietly from the side with a sneer!

At this moment, the flower eagle suddenly disappeared and had reached Huang Zhen's face! A pair of sharp and cold light grabbed Huang Zhen's throat! The speed of the beast was like teleportation, as if it had broken the resistance of the air!

Huang Zhen opened his mouth and a white line flew out of the air! This was a killer move that Huang Zhen had simulated countless times in his heart! The Gengjin sword energy was already very condensed! Although it was just a line, everything was not cut and very sharp! A sound of a blow! The flower eagle was fixed in the air, and suddenly divided into two halves, and fell to the ground with a snap! The blood stains all over the ground...

Chen Yu rushed forward in a flying manner, holding the two halves of the flower eagle in both hands, and said in a loud voice: "Xiao Cai! Xiao Cai! My Xiao Cai..." The sad voice sounded through the clouds...

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!