"I…I didn't stand up just now because I didn't want to bully these Humble Class scholars.”
When Li Yi finished speaking, the civil and military officials in the hall shook their heads and smiled bitterly.
He had thought that Luo Binwang was already arrogant enough, but who knew that the moment this kid appeared, he was even more arrogant.
In the eyes of these civil and military officials, Li Yi's standard was not bad. Furthermore, he had a certain level of attainment in calligraphy, which was considered rare in Chang 'an Fortress.
But now, he was facing the famed genius of Jiangnan.
At the age of seven, Luo Binwang wrote a poem,"Ode to Goose," which became the enlightenment poem of Tang poetry. Zhang Ruoxu's poignant love poems were praised by famous actors and noble ladies. He Zhizhang's poems were wild yet exquisite, causing countless scholars in the Great Tang to follow suit.
These three people could be said to be the most famous young talents in the world, and they were also famous poets.
It was said that even the Tang Emperor Li Shimin would often have their latest poems on his table.
Now that these three people were fighting together, it would be even more difficult for the disciples of the powerful families to win than climbing the mountain.
"I don't expect to win. It's fine as long as I can lose decently.”
This was perhaps the common thought of all the princes and ministers.
Among the descendants of the powerful families, other than Li Tai and Li Yi, there was one more person who stood up bravely-Wang Ling, the legitimate son of the powerful Wang family.
He had also become famous in Chang 'an at a young age, but he was best at musical instruments and poetry.
It was said that this person had a close relationship with Crown Prince Li Chengqian and was deeply loved by the Crown Prince. He often sang and danced with a group of performers in the Eastern Palace.
When Luo Binwang saw that the three disciples of the powerful families had finally gathered, a hint of disdain appeared on his face. He bowed slightly to Li Tai, the King of Wei, and said,"Your Highness, don't say that we're bullying you. Poetry, songs, four books and five classics…you can choose whatever you want.。”
As soon as he said this, the disciples of the powerful families present did not dare to say anything.
Seeing this, Li Shi Min sighed in his heart, Although this Luo Bin Wang was talented, it was a pity that he could not enter the Imperial Court in the end. To govern a country, one could not just rely on talent and learning.
Just as King of Wei, Li Tai, was thinking about how to choose the right materials for the questions, Li Yi walked out and waved his hand. He said proudly,""Do whatever you want. Since it's a competition of talent, wouldn't it be better to write whatever you want?”
When Luo Binwang, He Zhizhang, and Zhang Ruoxu heard this, they were stunned at first, then their eyes lit up.
In fact, the competition had already begun when Luo Binwang said those words. It seemed like he wanted the King of Wei, Li Tai, to make a choice, but it was actually a trap.
Because no matter which theme Li Tai chose, he was at a disadvantage. Because choosing a theme was a sign of weakness.
This was actually a competition of intelligence and reaction speed.
Fortunately, Li Yi's reaction was faster. He only needed one sentence to disintegrate Luo Binwang's attack.
Li Tai, the King of Wei, was also secretly shocked. At the same time, he glared at Luo Binwang. If Li Yi had not reacted in time, he would have been tricked by that kid.
"I think it's better to let His Majesty set the question.”Luo Binwang smiled at Li Yi, his expression finally turning serious.
"Since you're a guest from afar, we'll do as you say.”Li Yi nodded and looked at Li Shimin.""Your Majesty, please draft a question."
Li Shi Min's face was filled with excitement. It had been a long time since he had seen such a wonderful scene.
Before it even started, the two sides were already competing.
"Alright, then zhen will set a topic for you.”Li Shi Min pondered for a moment and said,"In a few days, I will head east and ascend Mount Tai to offer sacrifices to the heavens. Why don't we use 'mountain' as the title?"
"Alright." The six of them agreed at the same time.
The eunuchs standing at the side had already prepared six tables, as well as high-quality brush, ink, paper, and inkstone.
Using the word 'mountain' as the topic seemed easy, but it was very difficult to write it well.
Because it was too common, it was easy. Because there were too many predecessors who had written about it, it was very difficult.
Even though Luo Binwang, He Zhizhang, and Zhang Ruoxu were rare geniuses of the Great Tang Empire, they still needed to think about it and draft a script.
Writing an article was not as simple as it seemed.
First, look at the calligraphy, second, look at the literary talent; Third, the last thing to look at was the intention.
Only by taking into account all three aspects could it be considered a good essay.
Thus, even the three great scholars, Luo Binwang, and the others, did not dare to write so easily.
At the same time, Li Yi's consciousness sank into his Moments and contacted the Calligraphy Saint, Wang Xizhi.
"Little friend, is there anything you need?" Wang Xizhi asked.
"Let me borrow your calligraphy to show off." Li Yi went straight to the point.
Although his calligraphy skills were not bad, and even Li Shiming and Fang Xuanling had praised him, since he had done it, he had to do it to shock the world and stun these arrogant scholars to death.
"Yes, my Heroic Spirit can attach itself to you for 10 minutes. However, it required 1000 friendliness points.”
"Then let's begin."
Previously, because he often chatted with Wang Xizhi and asked him for a lot of advice, the friendship between the two had reached more than 3000.
Consuming 1000 points was still acceptable.
Li Yi felt as if his consciousness had gained a calligraphy skill that shook the past and the present.
Although it was only 10 minutes, it was enough for him to finish writing a poem.
Following that, Li Yi began amidst everyone's exclamations.
"Oh, oh, how dangerous! The difficulty of Shu Road was harder than climbing the blue sky! Silkworm bushes and fish ducks, how can the founding of the country be at a loss! For 48,000 years, there has been no communication with Qin. There is a bird path in the west of Taibai Mountain, which can cross the top of Emei Mountain. The earth collapsed, the mountains collapsed, the strong men died, and then the stone stairs were connected. There are six dragons above the high mark of the sun, and there is a river below that is reversed by the surging waves. The yellow crane can not fly past, the ape wants to climb over the sorrow. The green mud is like a plate, a hundred paces nine twists and turns around the mountains. He sat down with his hand on his chest and sighed deeply.
When will you return from your journey to the West? the path of dread is rocky and unclimbable. I saw sad birds crying in ancient trees, male and female flying around the forest. I also heard Zigui crying in the moonlight, sad about the empty mountain. The road to Shu is more difficult than climbing the sky. If you listen to it, your face will wither. The peaks are less than a foot from the sky, and the withered pines hang upside down against the cliff. Flying rapids and waterfalls compete with each other for noise, and the rocks on the cliffs roll like thunder in thousands of valleys. It's so dangerous. Why do you come from afar?
The Sword Pavilion is high and steep. One man can block the pass, and ten thousand men can't open it. Some of the people they guard are not close to them, and they turn into wolves and jackals. In the morning he avoided tigers, and in the evening he avoided snakes. He grinded his teeth and spat blood, killing people like hemp. Although Jincheng is very happy, it is better to go home as soon as possible. The road to Shu is more difficult than climbing the blue sky. I look sideways and sigh for a long time.”
His pen moved like a dragon, and every word under his pen emitted a little light. When he finished writing, the room was filled with light.
"What is it? These words…This was the rebirth of the Sage of Calligraphy.”
"Heavens, this…this character not only has the form of the Sage of Calligraphy, but it also has its spirit. There's even a faint trace of Dao Qi in it.”
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All the officials in the hall, including Empress Zhangsun, who had always been steady, hurried over.
"You guys…look at this article again. It's simply…a divine work, a divine work.”
"It's really a masterpiece that has been handed down from generation to generation.”
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Luo Binwang, He Zhizhang, Zhang Ruoxu, Li Tai, and Wang Ling were all in a daze. They didn't even realize that the pen in their hands had fallen onto the white paper on the table.
"It's too difficult…it's too difficult for us. We haven't even started, and he's already finished.”
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