"The luminous cup of grape wine, if you want to drink, play the pipa immediately. Don't laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times."
Qi Huaizu recited "Beiliang Ci" in a low voice.
The bamboo house suddenly became quiet.
The five people in the Bamboo House are all Wenzong, how amazing are their eyesight?
As soon as "Beiliang Ci" came out, their hearts tightened unconsciously.
This poem is anything but trivial.
"The luminous cup of grape wine... this is a feast before going out." Wenzong, surnamed Qin, drank tea and seemed to see a grand banquet in front of his eyes.
"It's not a casual drinking session for one or two people, drinking to drown their sorrows, but a bold banquet for the soldiers of the three armies."
"Interesting..." A Wen Zong was also savoring it carefully.
"Instead of writing about the hardships of the war, I wrote about a grand banquet full of colors, dazzling things, and free-spirited drinking at the beginning."
"If you want to drink the pipa, hurry up...is this saying that the war horn is sounding, urging people to go to war?"
Another Wenzong expressed his doubts.
Qi Huaizu shook his head, "Probably not."
"The pipa came from the Western Regions. It was first played while sitting on a horse, and then it was introduced to our eastern lands, where it underwent many changes."
"This sentence should still exaggerate the scene of joyful drinking."
Wenzong, surnamed Qin, looked at Qi Huaizu, "Isn't it supposed to highlight the heavy and sad atmosphere?"
"The last two sentences are the successor to this one."
Before he finished speaking, someone retorted, "I think what Brother Qi said is reasonable. He should still be exaggerating the atmosphere of the banquet and the free drinking."
Because of this second sentence, the five Wenzongs all held their own opinions, and no one could convince anyone.
"That's all, let's read the next two sentences first." Wenzong, surnamed Qin, temporarily put aside the argument, "These two sentences are the highlight of the whole article."
"Don't laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times?"
“Speaking broad-minded words makes me feel doubly sad.”
"I pretended to be drinking heavily, but I was extremely sad."
You Wenzong shook his head and sighed.
Qi Huaizu frowned and pondered for a moment, "Otherwise, in my understanding, it should be 'the sad language will be easy to read, and the humorous language will be wonderful to read'."
"What's the explanation?" The other four Wen Zong looked over one after another.
Qi Huaizu tapped his fingers, and a ray of light passed by, imprinting these two lines of poetry into the void.
"The reason why I say that these poems are sad and easy to read is because these two lines of poems are not advocating the horror of war, nor are they expressing disgust for military life, nor are they lamenting the loss of life."
Having said this, Qin Wenzong's frown slightly relaxed, "I seem to understand a little bit."
"If this is really the explanation, then the previous sentence is indeed, as Brother Qi said, still writing about the joy of a banquet."
Qi Huaizu nodded, "I prefer the last two sentences to be a persuasion to drink!"
"Looking back at this grand banquet, I heard bursts of joyful and exciting pipa playing. The soldiers were drinking and drinking, and they were slightly tipsy."
"Perhaps someone wanted to put the cup down at this time, but someone in the audience shouted: What are you afraid of? Just get drunk. Even if you are lying drunk on the battlefield, please don't laugh. 'How many people have fought in ancient times'? You have already put your life and death aside."
Qin Wenzong smiled and clapped his hands, "Not bad, brother Qi's interpretation is even smoother."
"If the second sentence is urging departure, it is not consistent with the artistic conception of the last two sentences."
"Interpreted in this way, 'lying drunk on the battlefield' shows not only boldness, cheerfulness, and excitement, but also the courage to face death as if returning home, which is quite consistent with the warm atmosphere displayed by the banquet."
"Qinglian expresses a tragic and solemn mood with a heroic and broad-minded pen."
Everyone present nodded.
There is indeed no deviation in this interpretation.
But after reading it, everyone's shock became more intense.
Qinglian's "Beiliang Ci" is incredible!
Although there are only four sentences, people can't help but be moved by it.
Especially the soldiers in the northern border would be extremely excited if they read this poem.
"Brother Qi, how do your poems compare with Qinglian?" You Wenzong looked at Qi Huaizu.
Asking this sentence means that "Beiliang Ci" has reached the level of Wenzong in this person's eyes.
Qi Huaizu's expression changed, and then he sighed softly, "It's hard to say."
Three words, everyone was silent.
This already explains the problem.
Qi Huaizu had no confidence in victory.
"In the end, I should be suppressed, but I am not better because of my poetry, but because of my status as a literary scholar."
Qi Huaizu said truthfully.
"Who is this Qinglian...who can write such a masterpiece?" A Wen Zong couldn't help but ask.
Among the five of them, Qi Huaizu ranked first in both poetry and prose.
Even if he were placed among the hundreds of Wenzong of the Jin Dynasty, he could still be ranked at the middle level. There were hundreds of Wenzong below him.
But such a character actually ended up in a tie with a fledgling Qing Lian.
Who dares to believe this?
Wenzong, surnamed Qin, said, "The one who wrote "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" is known as the youngest top storyteller, and he is only one step away from Zongzheng."
"The Legend of the Condor Heroes" is famous all over the world, and the Ministry of War has spread it all over the world.
Even Wen Zong, who has lived in seclusion all year round, has heard about it.
"No wonder it's another Taibai." A Wen Zong sighed with emotion.
"This is more than just the second Taibai?"
"If you really want to talk about it, Qinglian is stronger than Taibai."
"As long as we take another step forward, we will be called the ancestors of the scripts. Isn't it his single-handed support of the martial arts scripts?"
"The terrible evildoer is now making trouble in the Literary Saint List again."
Qi Huaizu was lost in thought while reading "Beiliang Ci" and was speechless for a long time.
After a long time, "If we can get this Qinglian to our Songyue Academy, from now on, the younger generation of our Songyue Academy will also have a leader..."
…
Qinglian's "Beiliang Ci" became more and more popular. After reaching the top of the list, her reputation increased by leaps and bounds.
Critical articles by masters have begun to appear on literary sage lists.
There are countless people who worship Wen's name.
Even if it is not yet the time to compete for the top five lists, "Beiliang Ci" will definitely occupy the top spot on the list of literary saints.
This is already the consensus of everyone.
“How do I feel like I’m witnessing history?”
"I have an inexplicable feeling that something big is going to happen."
"Will Qinglian's poem suppress Wenzong? Even if it suppresses one Wenzong, it will shock the literary world of the Jin Dynasty."
"I'm wondering if Taibai's poetry can catch up with Qinglian?"
"I'm afraid it's a bit difficult. This poem is more than a little better than ordinary masters."
"If Taibai can also come up with a poem comparable to "Beiliang Ci", May's list of literary saints will be interesting."
"If we can suppress one or two more Wenzongs, it will really shock the whole country."
"I think you're just watching the fun and don't mind it."
…
The fourth day of May,
There is only one day left before the big wave of competition.
After Li Changan finished his martial arts training, he came to Tiandiyuan.
"Brother Li, aren't you worried?" Zhou Ziyu came over and asked softly.
"What are you worried about?" Li Changan asked in surprise.
"Qinglian, another monster who can compare with you has appeared on the list of literary saints. Now it is said outside that Taibai is not as good as Qinglian."
Zhou Ziyu quickly lowered her voice and said.
Li Changan shook his head decisively, "Don't worry."
What a joke, Qinglian is also me. Comparing here and there, isn’t it just comparing yourself with yourself?
So worried.
"The fifth day of the Lunar New Year is almost here." Zhou Ziyu said angrily, "Why aren't you in a hurry?"
"What's the use of being anxious? I've already written the poem, just wait... By the way, there's still things to do."
Li Changan seemed to have remembered something, summoned the literary paper and opened the literary list, and then found a poem from Songyue Academy and wrote it down,
"The competition for rankings on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year is coming soon, are you ready?"
Watching Li Changan move like this.
Zhou Ziyu and Annan silently extended their thumbs.