After a moment, there was no pause, and it was extremely smooth as flowing.

Once the poem was completed, Wang Yan finished writing and then spoke.

"Mr. He created a seven-character quatrain with the theme of plum blossoms. The Taoist is not talented, so he also borrowed the theme of plum blossoms and wrote the seven-character quatrain together. You are all scholars who are well-read in poetry and books, and you can appreciate it and offer ugliness."

Wang Yan bowed his hands and saluted everyone and stood aside.

In an extraordinary period, I had to borrow a masterpiece from Mr. Wang to respond to the emergency. They happened to have the same surname as Wang, and maybe they were one of them five hundred years ago!

Wang Yan thanked him so much in his heart and burst into tears of gratitude. Although Wang Mian might not be able to see and hear him, his feelings finally came to express.

Fortunately, I remembered the poem correctly, otherwise it would be a bit difficult to end.

To be honest, he still remembers not many poems and articles he learned in his previous life, and this is one of them that has some impression of them.

The poem is called "Ink Plum", which is written by Wang Mian, a master of poetry and painting in the Yuan Dynasty. Wang Mian is known as the "Plum Blossom Housekeeper". He has extremely profound attainments in both painting and poetry and calligraphy.

Wang Mian loved plum blossoms all his life, planted plum blossoms, chanted plum blossoms, and painted plum blossoms. His understanding of plum blossoms is not comparable to that of ordinary people.

Several Confucian scholars around him read the poem carefully several times. The man in the brocade robe immediately looked surprised and shocked.

He Huailiang even took the rice paper on the table and put it in front of him to study it twice. Then he closed his eyes slightly, as if he was immersed in it.

"The trees beside my inkstone pool are all blooming with light ink marks. Don't praise the good color, it will only flow with clear air and fill the world!"

As soon as this poem was released, almost everyone present was stunned.

Some of the literary talent are even more immersed in it and cannot extricate themselves.

Close your eyes, just like your soul flying out of the sky, and you were immersed in the scene. Before you knew it, you came to the inkstone pool and saw a plum tree standing there, smelling the fragrance of blooming plum blossoms on the tree.

There is no word "Plum" in the whole poem, but the artistic conception expressed in it is extraordinary and fascinating.

"Don't praise anyone for their good colors, they will only flow with clear air and fill the world!"

"Every word is pearly! Every word is pearly!"

"Such a wonderful work is rare in the world!"

...

Everyone who hears poetry is impressed! All those who appreciate it are amazed!

He Huailiang was also immersed in it for a while, then he gradually recovered and exhaled a long breath of turbid air. He carefully put the poem back on the table.

He admitted that his "Song of Plum" was really not as good as this "Ink Plum". It was difficult to compare the two. It was as if one was in the sky and the other was underground. The artistic conception alone was a hundred and eight thousand miles apart.

But he did not admit that he was not as good as this Taoist priest.

He congratulated Huailiang on his own poems at the age of three, wrote essays at the age of five, and was able to create his own poems at the age of seven. He wrote 100 poems at the age of nineteen, selected twenty-one poems, bound them into a book, named them "Huailiang's Poetry Collection", and published them in major bookstores.

At the age of 21, he wrote the next song "Sighing the World" at Qingteng Academy in Jiangnan. He made a stunning success and was awarded the title of "Shi Jun". What a glory.

He didn't know whether he could make better poems in the future, but he knew very well that this song "Sighing the World" was his current pinnacle.

This poem was praised by the current cabinet ministers and was also included in the library of the Great Race Dynasty. After reading it, many famous scholars also praised it.

With his talent, it is actually not difficult to get a fame and fortune. It is just because his family has already been in the officialdom and does not want him to get involved in the complex and dark officialdom again, so he would rather be a romantic and talented man and wander around the world.

Although the poems written by this Taoist priest are rare, they are still eclipsed in the end when compared with his "Sighing the World".

There is no need to feel inferior because of this.

Maybe this poem is already the Taoist priest’s special skill?

Maybe this one is the only song he can show off?

Of course, maybe this Taoist priest is indeed very literary and talented!

Although he looks young and has little reputation, he is so big that there are so many talented people and strangers in the world that everything is possible.

"The Taoist priest's poem is indeed wonderful! He only opened his eyes today. I really admire him! I admire him!"

He Huailiang bowed, his attitude also changed, and he said with a tribute.

"I dare not! I dare not! In fact, this poem is also a work by Xiaodao who draws on others. It is because everyone is loving. Xiaodao cannot bear to ruin her elegant mood. He has no choice but to write it down. He really dares to take credit for it and is extremely ashamed!"

As soon as these words were spoken, He Huailiang felt a little relieved.

"The Taoist priest is humble!"

He then looked at the green-robed Confucian scholar beside him. The man immediately understood. Although he was impressed, his attitude was still a little reluctant.

"Tao Master, forgive me! It's because I don't know Mount Tai, and I offended you. You have a lot of it. Please don't have the same knowledge as me."

Regardless of whether this poem was original or not, the other party did write it out, and everyone present was unanimously amazed.

The dignified seven-foot man said something like water poured out. Naturally, he would not break his promise. Moreover, Mr. He had shown that he still had to give this face, so he stepped forward and apologized directly to Wang Yan.

Seeing this, the other Confucian scholars also apologized.

Wang Yan returned the gift one by one and made a few polite words. They were originally going to invite Wang Yan to the restaurant for a banquet, saying that they were making friends with each other.

However, Wang Yan shirked it away and said that he still had something to do and it would not be too late to get together again if he had time another day, so he asked to resign.

He did not disclose his name and Taoist temple to avoid trouble coming to the door.

But after this battle, the poem "Mo Plum" quickly spread to major colleges and even the streets and alleys in the city in a short period of time.

This poem was written by a young Taoist priest who wanted to be named and was widely circulated.

...

On that day, Wang Yan returned to Songfeng Temple and had nothing to do all night.

The next morning, Wang Yan and his master set out from Chen Shih and arrived outside the main gate of Laoshan Academy in about two quarters of an hour.

Today is the first day of the Scholars' Conference, which is the day for the appraisal of disciples within the Laoshan Academy. The subjects were all newly recruited disciples from the previous session. There were not many people, and they occupied two examination rooms, with four tests in the morning and afternoon.

There are people guarding the examination room closely, no one is allowed to approach, nor are there anyone making noise nearby, and all violators will be deprived of their qualifications to attend the conference.

All guests, judges and even court officials invited by the Academy, will be led to visit the Academy in one day today and familiar with the environment so as to prepare for tomorrow's highlights.

Among the many guests, there were many famous scholars and talented men. Wang Yan and his master were mixed together, which seemed a bit abrupt.

Fortunately, others didn't care too much, just followed the scholars leading the way ahead, carefully recorded the path, and the area where they will be tomorrow.
Chapter completed!