Even a third-grade Confucian scholar can hardly imagine that such an astonishing phenomenon could appear in just one poem. It is really unimaginable.
It's as if the scene in the poem has been brought into reality.
Although the people of the capital were not really harmed, the entire capital seemed to be in doom.
At this time, Li Changan did not wait for the vision to end, but came to the "mountain" list posted by Zhao Guo.
After thinking for a moment, he suddenly started writing.
There are many poems and articles about mountains, but not many can fit the current situation.
One of them is quite suitable.
""Wangyue""
"How is Mr. Dai Zong? Qilu is still young."
"The clock of good fortune is beautiful, and the yin and yang cut off the dusk."
"Zeng Yun is born when the chest is widened, and the returning bird returns to the canthus."
"You will be at the top of the mountain, and you will have a panoramic view of all the small mountains."
The entire poem has the smallest number of words among the five poems written so far.
Li Changan was done with one wave of his hand.
Just after writing the second sentence, the "mountain" list in the sky burst into golden light.
The originally dark cloud-filled sky and the roaring thunderous vision broke through.
As the verses continue to fall,
It seems that in the void, there is a mountain peak rising from the ground, gathering all the luck of heaven and earth to suppress this world.
This is a mountain that cannot exist in the human world, but it appears in poetry.
Majestic, magical and beautiful.
The phantom of the mountains rumbled up, causing the dark clouds that had just blocked the sun to slowly dissipate.
The sadness in the hearts of the people in the capital also dissipated.
And when the last two sentences "I will be at the top of the mountain, I can see all the mountains and small mountains" appeared, the whole atmosphere in the capital was shocked.
The dragon of luck that appeared in "The Song of Thatched Cottage Broken by the Autumn Wind" swallowed the wind and rain into its belly and fell into the center of Li Changan's eyebrows.
The entire sky is already occupied by this mountain.
On the "Mountain" list, a golden dragon transformed by luck soared into the sky. It did not hover for a long time, but wrapped directly around the mountain peak.
It makes the mountain peaks more majestic and taller.
It seems as if the yin and yang of heaven and earth are really completely separated.
Some scribes in the capital understood Li Changan's good intentions from this poem.
"The previous song "Song of Thatched Cottage Broken by the Autumn Wind" hints at the precarious and difficult situation of the Jin Kingdom today."
"Uncle Zhongyong expressed his compassion for the common people in the world as his own responsibility by saying, 'I can live in thousands of mansions, and I can shelter all the poor people in the world with joy.'"
"But overall, it's mainly sad."
"This song "Wang Yue" is different!"
"Undoubtedly, Uncle Zhongyong is rebuilding our confidence."
"The last two sentences directly point out the profound meaning."
"You will be at the top of the mountain, and you will have a panoramic view of all the small mountains."
"You are really strong and powerful!"
"After sweeping away the spirit of decadence and decline, the ambition and spirit of not being afraid of difficulties, daring to climb to the top, and looking down on everything will be vented."
"This is Uncle Zhongyong's good intentions..."
The mountain vision in the sky is entangled by the golden dragon, exuding huge pressure.
But such pressure did not harm the people in the capital below. Instead, it made the people in the capital feel an indescribable sense of solidity.
high in the sky,
The public relations official of the Imperial College of the Imperial Academy stroked his beard politely and said, "Although this poem has the fewest words, it is not weaker than the previous ones."
"It's so majestic that it overlooks the world."
"The word "Wang" is used throughout the poem, and every sentence is inseparable from the scenery of looking at the mountains. However, there is no word "Wang" in the whole poem, but it gives people the feeling of being on the scene."
“It shows the exquisiteness of its layout and artistic conception.”
“It’s really inspiring.”
The third-grade scholar on the side had a hint of vigilance in his eyes, "Just looking at the poem itself, I'm afraid it might be biased."
"Of the five poems and essays written by Li Chang'an right now, three of them contain profound meanings that I believe you will not fail to see."
""Qinyuan Spring·Snow", "Song of Thatched Cottage Broken by Autumn Wind", and "Looking at the Mountains".
"Every poem and prose contains the ambition to covet the country and the country."
Zhao Hongshan smiled and waved his hand, "You are serious."
"It's just a few poems and articles, so why do you have the ambition to covet the world? Mr. Liu Xiangong may have overinterpreted it."
"Li Changan just cares about the people of the world and inspires millions of scribes."
"Isn't it the same reason why he was providing disaster relief in the three southern prefectures?"
Wang Tiangang also nodded in agreement, "Yes, "Song of Thatched Cottage Broken by the Autumn Wind" is clearly just a compassion for the common people, how can it mean coveting the country?"
"Now that Li Changan is vying for the gold medal for the Jin Dynasty, can Liu Xiangong not wait to label the heroes of the Jin Dynasty?"
As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the sky suddenly froze.
There is something wrong with the meaning of Wang Tiangang's words.
After finally uniting to resist the poetry offensive of other countries, before the dilemma was solved, they were about to split again.
Who dares to bear such a notoriety?
Mr. Xian, surnamed Liu, immediately retorted, "I didn't mean that."
"It's just that the momentum in Li Changan's poems is extraordinary. It's better to be careful. After all, the Jin Dynasty is surrounded by powerful enemies and cannot withstand too much trouble."
Wang Tiangang snorted coldly, "Do you still know that you are surrounded by powerful enemies?"
"If it weren't for Li Chang'an, the Jin Dynasty would have been completely defeated. Being ridiculed by outsiders in the court has happened. Why didn't you speak out at that time?"
"As a result, he made great contributions to the Jin Dynasty and wrote poems and essays, but he is still suspected and vigilant?"
"According to what you say, who will dare to write poetry in the future? If he writes a little more powerfully, he will be suspected of coveting the world?"
"Why don't we just stop fighting for the Literary Saint List and the Six Nations Poetry Society? Let's just wait until we are killed by the other five countries."
"Liu, have you been kicked in the head by a donkey!?"
Wang Tiangang has a fierce personality and doesn't give any face at all.
Mr. Liu's face turned livid, "Wang Tiangang, don't think that I won't be able to deal with you just because you have entered the third rank."
"If you have the guts, just come." Wang Tiangang was not used to this old man's bad habits.
"What you said, I will return it to you intact. Don't think that because you are a third-grade person, I won't dare to deal with you!"
"If we really fight, I'll hold you down with one hand!"
Before he reached the third level, and his civil and military skills were only half-step to the third level, he had already killed two third-level demon kings in the northern border, and chased after the demon king of the Golden Lion Clan to kill him.
What’s more, now?
After having a third-level scholar in the literary arts to offset the advantages of these third-level scholars, even if the strength of the third-level martial artist is not exposed, it is enough to kill most of the third-level scholars.
It just takes more time.
He sits in the capital with only one purpose, which is to protect his disciples.
If anyone dares to have even the slightest bad thought.
Killing is his first choice.
It's useless for anyone to come.
He has already made up his mind to make everyone put the enemy on the line and not dare to harbor evil intentions towards Li Changan, otherwise it will be a life and death battle.
The atmosphere high in the sky became increasingly tense.
At this time, Zhao Hongshan broke the silence with a smile,
"Why are you two so at odds with each other?"
"Now that Jin Dynasty is still on the verge of life and death, we should work together as one, right?"
"Are we still going to watch the luck of the Jin Dynasty being snatched away by the other five countries? Are we going to let the Jin Dynasty be cannibalized?"
"Li Changan now has the important task of suppressing the fate of the Jin Dynasty. The better the poetry, the more stable the fate of the Jin Dynasty, right?"
"It's better not to take everything seriously."
"Some words should not be said carelessly. If someone takes advantage of you, the consequences will be disastrous."
"What do you think?"
Mr. Xian, surnamed Liu, snorted coldly and stopped talking.
Li Changan's poetry will definitely attract the attention of the royal family, so how can it be that he is the only one who sees it?
After the Six Nations Poetry Society ends, Li Changan's prestige will only be greater than before, reaching an unprecedented level.
The fear of the royal family can be imagined.
Once the royal family finds a way to resolve the crisis, there are countless examples in history where the cunning rabbit died and the lackey was cooked.
By then, Dajin will probably fall into chaos again.
This is what he is worried about, so how could it be anything else?
Just when a group of third-grade scholars were uncertain,
The luck dragon swallowed up the mountain in the sky and turned into a stream of light falling onto Li Changan's head.
Five of the six golden scrolls hanging in the sky have dissipated, feeding back to the world.
The five poems shine brightly in the sky.
Only the last gold list is left, floating alone in the air.
Astonishingly, it is Zhou Guozhang’s “dream” list.