Li Changan glanced at Ji Wen, whose face was ashen, and paused for a moment, "My dear fellow, how about you admit defeat yourself and I won't write it?"
As soon as these words came out, his breath suddenly stopped on the high platform.
Especially the Zhou scribes were extremely angry and wished they could kill Li Changan directly here.
How dare you humiliate Da Zhou like this? You are really looking for death!
"Li Chang'an, you humiliate Dazhou like this, do you know that life and death are impermanent?"
Ji Wen's expression soon returned to calm, and the anger in his eyes quickly disappeared. He looked at Li Changan calmly, as if he was looking at a dead person.
"I'm just treating others in their own way, so why do you need to kill me?" Li Changan said with a half-smile but not a smile.
"Or do you want to have a fight with me here?"
A sneer appeared at the corner of Ji Wen's lips, "With your level of cultivation, you are not worthy of being my enemy."
"You won in Shiwen, but in terms of combat power, even ten of you would not be my opponent."
As he said that, he looked at Li Changan with a top-down look, "You should be lucky, now we are just competing in poetry."
Li Changan smiled and turned a deaf ear to Ji Wen's disdain and light poems, "That's right, otherwise you would have been pinned to death here by me, the scribe of the Jin Dynasty."
"Today's Six Nations Poetry Conference should be over."
"I heard that you really want to end it early... but I have granted your wish."
"If you know etiquette, you should say thank you anyway."
After saying that, he stopped looking at Ji Wen and other Zhou scribes, and took Chen Anyian to the "Dream" list published by Zhou Guo.
Countless eyes followed his movement.
Everyone's hearts were clenched.
"Among the six lists, the 'Dream' list is the most difficult to write." Wei Wen couldn't help but say, "Whether Uncle Zhongyong can suppress the six lists with one person depends on this."
"Compared to the other five lists, which are all real objects, the 'Dream' list is too illusory. The poems and essays written are all kinds of strange, and there are very few who can make it to the hall of elegance."
The other top literary masters around him are also worried,
"Yes...how can one write brilliantly about dreams? The State of Zhou has been preparing for this poetry meeting for a long time. In this list, they took all the top five places."
"I'm just worried that Uncle Zhongyong may not be able to write an eternal masterpiece comparable to the previous five poems if he is unprepared."
"It's difficult, it's too difficult."
Regarding the "Dream" list, many scribes also feel a burst of pressure.
In the first five rankings, Zhongyongbo's momentum was so high that he almost created an unsurpassable golden body of poetry.
If you fail in the final "dream" ranking, some flaws will inevitably be left.
"As long as it can occupy the top spot, it is enough." A scribe said, "The country that humiliated me the most in the Jin Dynasty was Zhou Guo."
Everyone's confidence in Li Changan has reached its peak, but until there is no final conclusion, everyone is a little worried.
Under the spotlight,
Li Changan finally put pen to paper.
""Sleepwalking Tianmu Yin Farewell"."
"Haike talks about Yingzhou, and it is hard to find letters from Yan Tao."
"The people of Yue are talking about Heavenly Mother, and the clouds and clouds may be visible when they fade away."
"Tianmu stretches the sky to the horizon, overwhelming the five mountains and covering the red city."
"The rooftop is 48,000 feet long, and I want to tilt it to the southeast."
At the beginning of the poem, we write about the overseas fairyland in ancient legends - Yingzhou, which is ethereal and cannot be sought.
The Tianmu Mountain, which is popular among the people of Yue, appears and disappears in the floating clouds, which is really better than a fairyland. The use of virtuality to contrast the reality highlights the scenic spot of Tianmu, which is very magical and fascinating.
It's that familiar feeling of pride again.
Although Tianmu Mountain is said to be unique and beautiful, compared with the famous Five Mountains, it is still dwarfed in the minds of the world.
But Li Changan praised Tianmu Mountain as "the five mountains can overwhelm the Red City".
The entire Tianmu Mountain is described as towering into the sky, reaching into the sky, majestic and extraordinary.
"It's done, it's done..." Wei Wen was shaking with excitement.
Just after reading the first paragraph, excitement and excitement arose in his heart.
Only Uncle Zhongyong could write such a momentum.
Once it is written with such courage, it will surely be another masterpiece that shocks the world.
Not only he was in such a mood, but all the scribes who saw this poem were shocked again.
Sure enough, another famous article passed down from generation to generation!
The heroic spirit of the whole poem hits you right at the beginning.
Li Changan continued to write,
"I want to dream of Wu Yue and fly across the Jinghu Lake to the moon all night long."
"The moon over the lake shines on my shadow and sends me to the Yan River."
"Xie Gong's residence is still there today, and the Lu River is rippling and the apes are singing."
"Wearing Xie Gong's clogs, we climbed the Qingyun Ladder."
"You can see the sun from half the wall, and hear chickens in the sky."
"Thousands of rocks have many twists and turns, and the path is uncertain; the lost flowers leaning against the rocks are suddenly dim."
"Bears roar and dragons sing in Yinyan Spring, and chestnut trees in deep forests are astonishing at the top of the mountain."
"The clouds are green as if it is raining, and the water is still and full of smoke."
"Thunderbolts struck the ranks, and the hills collapsed."
"The stone door of the cave opens suddenly."
"The blue sky is vast and bottomless, and the sun and moon shine on the gold and silver platform."
"Ni is the clothes, the wind is the horse, and the princes of the clouds come and go one after another."
"Tiger drums and harps come, and luan's return to the carriage, and immortals come and line up like hemp."
"Suddenly my soul palpitates and my soul moves, and I suddenly start and sigh."
"Only the pillow of sleep is lost in the haze that always comes."
The previous paragraph has not yet written about dreams, but this paragraph is about the fairyland in dreams.
It comes rushing like the Yangtze River.
On the only golden scroll in the sky, luck is steaming, and before the poem is finished, it has turned into a luck dragon flying high in the sky.
The literary energy is surging, and a brilliant and colorful fairyland emerges in mid-air.
The whole capital was stunned.
Countless people stretched their necks to get a glimpse of this fairyland.
Ordinary people only feel the wonder and magnificence in it, but scribes, especially those with extremely high realms, feel an almost suffocating illusion from it.
It was as if Li Changan had truly been to Wonderland.
This human realm can no longer bear his pen and ink, and only the otherworldly fairyland is his destination.
"Are there really immortals in this world?"
Qin Zhenliang from Songyue Academy couldn't help but sigh,
"incredible……"
Guan Xianli of the Imperial Academy could not help but let out a long sigh of relief.
"Such exquisite and wonderful verses are simply not like poetry on earth. They should come from heaven!"
"After flying over, I wrote about what I saw in the mountains. The stone paths were winding, the light was dim in the mountains, and I saw the sun rising over the sea and the roosters singing loudly."
"This is originally a twilight, but it is charming among the mountain flowers. I am resting against the stone for a while, and suddenly I feel the twilight is coming, and the change of dusk and dusk is so sudden."
"The roar of bears and dragons in the twilight echoed throughout the valleys, making the deep woods tremble and the tops of the mountains shaking."
"Not only the living bears and dragons roar and roar to express their emotions, but even the tops and deep forests can tremble and stir, and the smoke, water, and blue clouds are full of gloom."
"This strange state has already frightened people enough, but it does not stop there. The poetic state turns from strange to absurd, and the poetry reaches a climax."
Such poetry has never been seen or heard before.
It's like a bolt of lightning splitting the dark clouds hanging overhead, allowing all living beings in the world to see the poems of another realm.
Zhenzhen presents an unimaginable wonderland to the world.
All the third-grade scholars present were not impressed by him.
Even the scribes from the five countries who were unhappy with Li Changan and wanted to cut him into pieces opened their mouths wide and looked at the poems in the sky, unable to say a word for a long time.
The visions in the sky are still evolving along with the poems.
In the deep and terrifying twilight, in an instant "the hills collapsed" and a fairy world "suddenly opened up".
"The blue sky is vast and bottomless, the sun and the moon shine on the gold and silver platform. Ni is the clothes, the wind is the horse, and the kings of the clouds come and go one after another." The blessed land of cave heaven appeared here.
The "Lord of the Clouds" wears a rainbow as his clothes, drives the wind as a horse, a tiger as a harp, and a luan as a chariot. They are all ordered by the poet's pen to rush to the fairy mountain for the grand event.
The grand and enthusiastic scene spread for dozens of miles.
"The immortals are lined up like hemp"! The immortals seem to be lining up to welcome the poet's arrival.
The golden platform, the silver platform and the sun and moon complement each other. The scenery is magnificent and colorful. How shocking and dazzling!
Such a vision made the entire capital seem to be reflected in a fairyland on earth.
All the common people and scribes were also covered with a layer of brilliance, like immortals.
At this moment, Li Changan turned his pen and pulled the poem back from the dreamland.
"The same is true for pleasure in the world. From ancient times, everything flows eastward."
"Farewell, when will you return after leaving? Let's put the white deer among the green cliffs and ride to visit the famous mountains as soon as possible."
"An Neng is able to bend his eyebrows and bend his waist to serve the powerful, which makes me unhappy!"
At the beginning, fashion was still lamenting.
But soon I placed my mood on the mountains and rivers, adding a touch of joy to soothe my soul.
The last two lines are more like a stroke from the sky, lighting up the entire poem in an instant.
Let out all the anger and frustration in your chest.
The feeling of being high-spirited and unrestrained arises spontaneously, reverberating between heaven and earth.
All over the capital, there was a sudden loss of voice.
a long time,
A third-grade scholar high in the sky said in a daze, "Li Chang'an can be regarded as the immortal in poetry..."??