Even the literary and moral officials of the great merchants who arranged all this were shocked.
"What a magnificent scene!"
On the steps, even the Third Prince's Master couldn't help but sigh. If it weren't for Liao Boya, such a scene would be rare even for them.
It can be said that the fortune of the entire literary world of Dashang is gathered in this palace of heroes.
"Huh, now it's time for me to show off."
At this time, Wang Xiaonian looked around, looked confident, and began to write.
He is an eight-year-old scholar. He is the youngest here, but he has the deepest cultivation. Although these people are good at poetry, they are still a little behind Wang Xiaonian.
Whoosh!
Wang Xiaonian picked up the brush and dropped it on the paper. In an instant, the paper and pen touched each other, and the sound of wind and rain could be heard. In an instant, it seemed to faintly cover up other sounds in the hall. This instant change immediately attracted the attention of all civil servants.
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"He is a child prodigy from Jingyue. He also wants to compose poems."
"This kid is no worse than anyone else!"
"In this gathering of the Hall of Heroes, he is one of the most highly educated people. We will see how he performs next."
A strange look flashed in the eyes of all the great scholars, and their eyes were full of expectation.
Confucianism and Taoism put knowledge first, no matter how big or small, there must be a teacher among the three of us. Wang Xiaonian's academic attainments are definitely among the best.
Wang Xiaonian listened to everyone's praises, his expression became more and more proud, and then the writing on the rice paper also changed.
Boom, a vast stream of energy shot up into the sky like a bolt of lightning, or like a waterfall splashing. At that moment, the sky and the earth suddenly darkened, and then stars appeared out of thin air, straddling Wang Xiaonian's energy.
Article star!
With just one hand, Wang Xiaonian overwhelmed the many scholars in the Hall of Heroes and became the brightest light.
Not only that, most people's articles will only show a few stars when their energy rises into the sky, but the stars in Wang Xiaonian's energy are so densely packed that there are as many as dozens of them, spreading all over the sky, like a galaxy, shocking and bright.
Incomparable.
The majestic atmosphere was in sharp contrast with Wang Xiao's small body, giving people a strong visual impact.
"Okay, what a great article. This kid really didn't disappoint."
Seeing this scene, the great scholars and scholars around him were very excited, especially the several great scholars and scholars who were familiar with Wang Xiaonian and had given him guidance. Their eyes were bright and excited, which was beyond words.
"Now it seems that this kid is definitely one of the most powerful candidates to challenge Liao Boya."
What does it mean to be one of the most powerful? It is the strongest!
Also, what does it mean to challenge him? It should be that bastard boy Liao Boya who challenges him!
Wang Xiaonian picked up the words of several of the great scholars and rolled his eyes.
Even Liao Boya, an arrogant and superficial guy, is he worthy of comparing with him?
Bang, after finishing the last few lines of the poem, there was a beautiful ending. Wang Xiaonian threw away the pen and hung it back on the pen holder, and then looked provocatively at Liao Boya in the other corner of the banquet.
I saw Liao Boya kneeling there, his body upright, still motionless.
It's been so long, but this kid hasn't started writing yet, and the smile hanging on the corner of his mouth is really annoying the more he looks at it.
"Whatever you pretend to be, I want to see how much you weigh and how much you can compare with me."
Wang Xiaonian felt agitated.
It's not that Wang Xiaonian has never heard of Liao Boya's deeds, but literature and martial arts are different. Literature is not the first. This saying has a long history in Confucianism and Taoism, and is widely accepted. It is not without reason.
A person's talent is limited. No matter how gifted a Confucian or Taoist genius is, the splendid chapters and poems he can produce in his lifetime are limited. Moreover, it is also necessary to pay attention to the right time, place and people. Only when everything is in place, at the same time, there must be
Only with a burst of inspiration can you create a chapter that will be passed down to the ages.
No matter how smart a person is, it is impossible to be good at any field, let alone to create a chapter that will be remembered anytime and anywhere.
It is said that articles are made by nature, and a good hand can accidentally pick them up. He can recite a word and break several stems. Even Liao Boya may not necessarily be able to write poems and articles that surpass his own.
And in the past few days, he has traveled around to challenge, and challenged a large number of people in the great merchant capital. If a person's poetry talent is like a bottle of wine, then during this period, the wine in Liao Boya's bottle may have dripped away.
No more left.
After all, he is just a human being.
——He did this himself.
"snort!"
Wang Xiaonian quickly withdrew his gaze, folded his arms, knelt on the seat, straightened his waist, and waited silently.
"I want to see what good poems you can make!"
On the other side, Liao Boya didn't know so much, but he could clearly feel the atmosphere in the hall. After finishing the poem, Wang Xiaonian was not the only one who looked at him, but Liao Boya was always calm and composed.
Don't care.
"about there."
The next moment, under the gaze of everyone, Liao Boya picked up the brush from the pen holder next to him, gently ground the ink stick, and after a while, finally started writing.
The moment he started writing, in the entire Hall of Heroes, countless Confucian scholars, great Confucian scholars, including the Prince's Third Master, the Minister of Civil Affairs and others all looked at him.
In the first game, the difference between superior and inferior was immediately clear.
"boom!"
The moment Liao Boya started writing, without any warning, the whole Hall of Heroes suddenly shook, as if a pair of invisible hands were shaking it hard. Then, the wind surged in the hall, and the whole atmosphere suddenly changed.
There was only an earth-shaking loud noise, and at that moment, it was like a rising sun rising in the hall, and thousands of feet of light bursting out from the rice paper in front of Liao Boya.
In that dazzling light, everything was instantly dimmed and colorless.
"Wen is like a bright sun!"
At the edge of the hall, a great scholar exclaimed, and Wang Xiaonian, who was originally confident, suddenly changed his expression.
However, none of this could stop the gushing light.
The haze, brocade, haoguang, and Zhuji were all swaying. Only Wang Xiaonian's articles, Xingdou, and the articles of a few others could barely support it, while everything else was completely covered up by Liao Boya's.
Not only that, the vast literary energy washed over all directions and could be felt even from a distance.
"This is--"
Almost at the same time, in the west direction of the city, Chen Shaojun was studying in his study. The literary energy in his body suddenly fluctuated, as if he was disturbed by something. Chen Shaojun was shocked and looked in the direction of the fluctuation.
"It's the Hall of Heroes!"
At that moment, Chen Shaojun saw the majestic palace in the distance, and also saw the dazzling light like the morning sun in the direction of the Hall of Heroes. Chen Shaojun's heart sank, and he suddenly understood something.
"It's Liao Boya!"
There were so many people in the Hall of Heroes, but no one could suppress him.
At that moment, Chen Shaojun's heart was heavy, but he was still powerless.
"In the first game, Mr. Liao wins!"
"Now let's start the second item, the couplet!"
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Wow, as the first competition ended, pigeons suddenly flew into the sky outside the Hall of Heroes, and the news spread quickly.
Deep inside the palace, Donghai Palace.
This is the palace of the Empress Dowager of the Great Shang Dynasty. It was taken from the East China Sea and Shoubi Nan Mountain. It is said that the word "East China Sea" on the plaque was personally inscribed by the Dragon Realm Dragon Clan invited by the ancestor emperor of the Great Shang Dynasty.
"What? We lost the first game! There are so many literati and so many young geniuses, but they can't compare to Liao Boya?"
On the throne in the main hall, after hearing the news, the Queen Mother's head was trembling with pearls and jingling sounds, and she looked shocked.
Nowadays, not only the civil servants, but also the royal family are paying close attention to the civil war. However, after all, this is a confrontation of the literary and moral line, and it involves two empires. In order to show fairness, it is not appropriate for the royal family to appear at the scene.
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However, despite this, the royal family has also deployed a large number of people outside the Hall of Heroes to report back immediately as soon as there is news.
"Yes, Queen Mother, Liao Boya's literary talent is so outstanding, it seems... none of us can be his opponent."
"Moreover, there was news from the ministers of the previous dynasty that Liao Boya seemed to have reservations and was not doing his best."
Your Highness, the Ouchi expert who delivered the news had his head lowered and was sweating profusely.
"What?"
The Queen Mother looked startled:
"Does Your Majesty know?"
"Go back to the Queen Mother. Your Majesty already knows."
When the Queen Mother heard this, she sat there in a daze, unable to say a word.
When an empire lost to one man, not only the Confucianism of the great merchants, but also the royal family was truly disgraced.
With so many people paying attention and so many envoys appearing in the capital of Great Shang at the same time, I am afraid that the entire Great Shang will become the laughing stock of the entire human world in the future.
"Is there really no other way?"
The Queen Mother murmured to herself and was speechless for a long time.
This is not just a competition, it is also related to the national system. More importantly, when the competition is over, Dawenguo has established its own literary orthodoxy and the status of its direct lineage. To a certain extent, it will also give people a sense of Dawenguo.
The Shang Dynasty became a branch of the Dawen Kingdom, and felt inferior to others.
Dachang has been a country for more than 800 years, but it has never suffered such humiliation.
However, now that you are a royal family, you have no power to use it. This is definitely not something that external forces can interfere with.
However, all this is far from over. A moment later, another vast spiritual energy rose into the sky. With the Hall of Heroes as the center, a vast literary energy radiated in all directions. Wherever that literary energy went, the dead trees in the entire palace were revived.
, even the wooden eaves of many palaces crackled with sprouts.
There are many formations deep in the palace, and formations are buried under all the palaces, which are enough to protect the main hall and isolate external forces. However, even so, it cannot stop the literary spirit at all.
In the depths of the palace, in the palace halls, wooden boards, tables and chairs were created from scratch, giving birth to classics and historical texts one after another.
