Chapter 552: Unite as one and gather people's hearts
In the capital, luck is like a waterfall, falling down from the sky.
All the scribes and common people felt the indescribable power and rushed towards them.
The power of heaven and earth carried by luck penetrates into everyone in the capital.
It's as if the spring breeze is blowing and flowers are blooming.
The luck dragon in the sky swallowed the vision of the fairyland into its belly, and turned into a stream of light, which was swallowed by Li Changan.
"Click..."
At the same time, a clear sound of breaking echoed between heaven and earth.
The last golden scroll quickly shattered and fed back to the world.
Only the poem that amazed the world is left shining brightly.
At this point, there are only six poems in the sky, shining with gentle and not dazzling light, illuminating the capital.
Wing On Plaza,
Li Changan collected all the subsequent four luck dragons into the Cangsheng Society Ji Ding.
Within the sea of consciousness, golden luck ripples and continues to expand outward.
The magic power of the stars in the sky is also unceremonious, and it flows into every part of the body with luck.
Every golden elixir of the stars in the sky is lit up with a little golden glow, just like the stars in the dark night.
The cultivation base was forcibly pushed upward again.
But Li Changan forcibly activated the two magical powers to suppress his current level of cultivation.
Before the third magical power is brewed, the fifth level realm cannot be improved for the time being.
Otherwise, such a split situation will definitely cause a huge crisis in the future.
If you cannot control these two naturally hostile magical powers, you will definitely suffer severe backlash.
After suppressing the fate dragon in the sea of knowledge, he turned his attention to Ji Wen and the scribes from various countries behind him, and asked with a soft smile,
"Everyone, are you convinced?"
"If you are convinced, the Six Nations Poetry Conference will be over."
"If you don't accept it, there is still time today, and Li Changan will be with you at any time."
Tens of thousands of Jin scribes in Yong'an Square looked over excitedly, and the excitement in their eyes was beyond words.
Relieve anger!
What a relief!
Before today, the Five Kingdoms were aggressive and the Jin Dynasty was disgraced.
Nearly 100,000 scribes came forward one after another, but they were still suppressed and unable to stand up.
Today, Uncle Zhongyong returned, bringing with him six famous poems throughout the ages, and with the power of one man, he suppressed all the great poets and poets in the world.
They can finally feel proud.
As long as Uncle Zhongyong is around, the poetry and prose of the Jin Dynasty will never be at a disadvantage again.
The luck of the Jin Dynasty will no longer flow to other countries like before.
Ji Wen's face was as dark as water, but a smile soon appeared on his face, "Li Chang'an, I admit that your poetry is very strong."
"But why haven't your poems appeared on the list of literary saints for a long time?"
"The Six Kingdoms Poetry Society is just a poetry gathering. The biggest dilemma facing the Jin State today is that it is losing ground on the list of literary saints."
"Don't you think that with a small poetry meeting, you can stop the loss of Jin's luck?"
He wasn't just talking randomly, he was gambling.
Li Changan self-destroyed the innate cultural relics back then, and it was impossible to restore them.
Unless you use the inherited cultural relics that will be restricted to death for a lifetime.
What kind of literature can Jin give him?
Even if Li Changan is given a first-grade literary instrument, Li Changan will only be able to cultivate to the second-grade at most in the future.
Even if you don’t know Li Changan before, you can still read the heroic spirit contained in these six poems.
He simply did not believe that Li Changan would choose to use the inherited cultural relics.
It is true that second-grade scribes have stood at the pinnacle of the world, but how can a true genius be willing to do this?
If you use the inheritance artifacts, your strength will definitely not be fully unleashed, and you will only be at the bottom of the same level.
Would Li Changan be willing to accept such a second grade?
Which top talent does not regard the holy way as the highest goal?
Therefore, Ji Wen guessed that Li Changan, whose poetry and prose skills were astonishing to the world, did not have a literary talent yet, but had to use some means to ensure that his literary talent was not lost.
This can also explain why Li Changan is still alive, but in February, the beginning of the great change in human destiny, no poems have appeared on the list of literary saints.
According to Li Changan's poetic talent, any of the six poems just mentioned can suppress the Literary Saint List and gather huge momentum.
Not only is there no list of literary saints in February, there is still no list in March.
Li Changan, something must have gone wrong.
If this guess can be confirmed, what's the big deal if the Six Nations Poetry Competition loses?
No matter how strong Li Changan is, he can't affect the overall situation.
Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, the uncontrollable ecstasy and excitement in Yong'an Square quickly extinguished.
Many people have never thought about this issue at all, and some people had doubts before, but Li Changan's literary spirit is pure and powerful, so there is no doubt.
But when Ji Wen brought it up again, such worries couldn't help but come to mind again.
"Is Uncle Zhongyong really what the Zhou scribe said?"
"Without literary documents, it is impossible to communicate with the Literary Saint List..."
"Don't talk nonsense. Can Uncle Zhongyong's literary style be faked?"
"That's right, Uncle Zhongyong deliberately hid it to make the enemy take it lightly."
Although some people objected, they still lacked confidence.
There are still no poems by Uncle Zhongyong on the list of literary saints, and from the beginning to the end, Uncle Zhongyong has never used a literary instrument. It is indeed possible that there is no literary instrument.
Li Changan saw the worry in Chen Anian's eyes, smiled and patted his shoulder, then looked at Ji Wen, "You're scared."
The tone is firm.
"Originally, Zhou Kingdom could take this opportunity to gather the world's luck, but now, you are afraid."
Ji Wen was unmoved. Li Changan's words had exposed the problem.
He was already sure that Li Changan didn't have any documents yet.
Then he smiled and said, "I failed in poetry, so what?"
"The world's poetic talents are like the crucian carp crossing the river. Who dares to claim to be invincible? Who dares to claim to be invincible?"
"You and I are just one of the stars in the sky."
"But, Li Chang'an... even if you are invincible in poetry and prose, so what?"
"You can't stop the general trend of the world. Even if you are poetic, you can only watch the Jin Kingdom decline day by day and eventually fall apart."
Li Changan smiled and shook his head, "Yes, I do have no literary skills. Even if I am literary, I have gone through many difficulties and dangers before I can barely maintain it."
These words were not deliberately concealed, and all the Jin scribes around heard them.
The exclamations quickly spread outward.
"This...this...how could this happen?" Wei Wen's hair trembled and his eyes were red. He said tremblingly in disbelief,
"Bo Zhongyong's poetry and prose are unparalleled in the world. Why is this so? Heaven is jealous of talents, God is jealous of talents..."
The Jin scribes who learned that Li Changan had no official documents exclaimed with unconcealable grief and indignation.
"Why does God treat Uncle Zhongyong like this?"
"Uncle Zhongyong should have reached the pinnacle of literature, he should have reached the pinnacle..."
"He has done so much for the Jin Dynasty, why does the national destiny not protect him!?"
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Chen Anyian couldn't help but grasp Li Changan's clothes tightly, his eyes full of worry and discomfort.
Uncle Zhongyong has great wisdom and courage, and he has made great contributions to the country, the country and the country.
Unexpectedly, Wen Lu still has not recovered.
But under such circumstances, he still came to the Six Nations Poetry Society to turn the tide of the war for the Jin Dynasty.
God is really unfair to such people!
Li Changan looked around and laughed loudly, "I don't have any writing documents, so what?"
There was no hint of pity or lamentation in his words, "On the battlefield of Fengchuan Three Thousand Miles, many soldiers of the Jin Dynasty went and died on the battlefield, but I survived."
"There were huge floods in three prefectures in the south. Many people were displaced and separated from their families. Some people died of starvation on the roadside. I am still alive."
"It is true that there is still injustice in this world, and the world is still not peaceful. Now the war in the north is still going on, and the six human nations have entered an era of great changes in destiny."
"But today, for the Six Nations Poetry Society, nearly one hundred thousand scribes from our Jin Dynasty came from all over the country. Even if they knew it was a failure, they still contributed their own strength."
Li Changan pointed to Yong'an Plaza, "Everyone here is working hard for it."
He patted Chen Anyian in front of him again, "Even our young Confucian scholar is not afraid."
"I'm just lucky."
"Even without me, Li Changan, but with these 100,000 scribes, and with these latecomers who will never bow down even though they are young, how could I, the Jin Dynasty... be defeated!?"
After those words, the whole Yongan Plaza became quiet.
The hesitation and lamentation before are no longer the same.
All the scribes clenched their teeth tightly, and their eyes were filled with an unprecedented fierce fighting spirit.
Everyone's heart felt like a war drum was beating, their blood was boiling, and they wished they could raise their arms and shout.
The atmosphere of Yongan Plaza was instantly shocked.
The sinister look in Ji Wen's eyes flashed away, and he sneered, "He is indeed a loyal and brave man of the Jin Kingdom. This eloquence really boosts morale."
"But in the face of the general trend of the world, what's the use of your morale?"
Li Changan glanced at Ji Wen disdainfully, "The general trend? What is the general trend?"
"The general trend of the world is the people! As long as the people live and work in peace and contentment, the general trend will be there!"
"When the day comes that the people can no longer survive, even without this literary saint list, the general trend will surely dissipate."
"Do you really think that the general trend of the world can be promoted by a few people?"
"Water can carry a boat or capsize it. The people are the most valuable, the country is the second most important, and the king is the least important."
"Although I, Li Changan, have lost my official career, I am still willing to contribute to the national destiny of the Jin Dynasty as an ordinary citizen of the Jin Dynasty."
As he spoke, he pointed to the six poems that were still shining in the sky, and shouted at the Jin scribes in Yong'an Square:
"Gentlemen, I want to use these six poems to conquer the Wenchang Monument in every prefecture and county in the six countries of the world. Can anyone help me?"
Before he finished speaking, Chen Anyian beside him was the first to raise his hand and shouted, "I do!"
This sound was like a signal, and tens of thousands of Jin scribes present raised their arms.
"I do!"
"I do!"
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Some scribes shouted loudly,
"We are willing to serve as the front soldiers of Zhongyong Boma, using poetry as our battle flag, and wishing good luck to the Jin Dynasty!"
"I am willing to open the way for Uncle Zhongyong!"
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For a time, the crowd was agitated and the momentum was as strong as a tsunami.
Outside Yong'an Gate, people who didn't know what was going on inside looked at each other in shock, but they all started shouting as well, thinking it was a celebration.
Li Changan bowed to all the scribes in Yong'an Square, clasping his fists and bowing.
Yong'an Plaza suddenly became quiet.
Tens of thousands of scribes looked solemn and responded with fists in their hands.
Even Chen Anyian clasped his fists in a decent manner.
Li Changan turned around, looked at the scribes from the five countries on the high platform, smiled and nodded slightly,
"One day, my poetry will appear in your land."
"Li Changan makes friends with his poems and is waiting for your advice."
"As far as I know, the fortunes of the world are converging, and the Wenchang steles in various places will no longer change every month, but will last for a whole year."
"The poems and essays I have written below will definitely not disappoint you."
The expressions of the scribes from the five countries suddenly changed.
Ji Wen looked as if he had eaten a fly, his face turned livid, "Li Chang'an, do you really think these people can enter our Kingdom of Zhou?"
"What you can't get on the Wen Sage List, can you get it on the Wenchang Monument?"
Li Changan said with a half-smile, "Now that the fortunes of the six countries are merging, and exchanges and communications between various places are becoming increasingly frequent, I think... it will slowly become a monument to the Wenchang of Zhou Dynasty."
"For example, one night, a ninth-grade scribe accidentally wrote on it."
"Maybe I'm not even a scholar of the Jin Dynasty."
"Anyway, anyone can write my poems and essays as long as they have a literary name, and so can you..."
His eyes glanced at the other scribes from the five countries from time to time.
At this point, Li Changan's face became serious, "Besides, I can't get the luck on the Literary Saint List. Who said Da Jin can't get it?"
Li Changan leaned down and whispered a few words into Chen Anyian's ear.
Chen Anyian immediately shook his head, "I can't do it, I really can't!"
"I don't want this poem!"
All eyes turned over, they vaguely guessed something, and the expressions on their faces were completely different.
The scribes of the Jin Dynasty are all the light of hope and inspiration. Uncle Zhongyong... really served the country and the people, and was selfless.
On the other hand, the scribes from the five countries all couldn't believe it. Is this Li Changan crazy!?
Li Changan knelt down, pressed Chen Anyian's shoulders with both hands, and said seriously, "For Da Jin..."
"Although you are still young, you are the hope of Dajin!"
"I trust you!"
Chen Anian opened his mouth, and for a long time, he clenched his fist tightly and nodded heavily, "I understand, Uncle Zhongyong!"
After saying that, he opened his palm, summoned a piece of writing paper with only the ninth grade, and began to write,
"One day the great roc rises with the wind and soars ninety thousand miles."
"If the wind stops and comes down, it can still blow away the water."
"When people see me, they all sneer when they hear my great words."
"My father-in-law is still afraid of future generations, but his husband cannot be young."??