Since these noble families had decided to stand in front of him.
Li Yuansheng would not be polite with them.
Nangong Luo suddenly laughed.
This Marquis Champion was quite interesting.
He was clearly famous for his bravery, but he gave up his own strength and wanted to compete with Cui Guisheng and other high-class disciples in poetry. What should he say?
Cheng Chumo was also stunned. He quickly pulled Li Yuansheng and whispered.
"Brother Yuan Sheng, we are all boorish people who are straightforward. How can we compete with these sour scholars?”
Although Cheng Chumo was usually carefree, he was actually very smart.
Unexpectedly, Li Yuansheng shook his head lightly.
"It is precisely because we are martial artists that it is not considered a skill to beat them with our fists.”
"Only by surpassing them in poetry can we truly make them lose face.”
It was reasonable, but these people were all masters trained by noble families. Their poetry skills were definitely not to be said.
We are just a few uncouth people. If we compete with them in poetry, wouldn't that be showing off our skills in front of an expert and asking for trouble?
However, Li Yuansheng was very confident.
"A few ignorant and incompetent scions of noble families, relying on their surnames, shaking their heads and wagging their tails, tyrannizing.”
"Today, I want them to understand that they are just trash.”
Cheng Chumo looked at Li Yuansheng and thought to himself, They are really not weak in this aspect.
One of the most important reasons why the five surnames and seven surnames had such a great reputation was that they had almost monopolized the knowledge of this era.
If it was the old Li Yuansheng, Cheng Chumo would have told him to stop.
However, this Li Yuansheng gave Cheng Chumo a different feeling.
"Big Brother Li, I believe you."
Cheng Chumo naturally changed the way he addressed him and directly called him big brother.
Qin Lijian and Yuchi Baolin also said.
"Big Brother Li, teach them a lesson.”
On the other end, Cui Guisheng also spoke.
"Since it's a competition, we should go outside and let everyone be a witness. Otherwise, some people will lose and not admit it.”
This was something that Li Yuansheng could only wish for.
They went to the hall below and placed two tables, each with the four treasures of the study.
Hearing the news of the five surnames competing with the Marquis Champion, the Ten Thousand Flower House was instantly in an uproar. Everyone rushed over to watch the show.
Nangong Luo took out a scroll.
"Use the painting in my hand as a topic and each of you will write a poem. The time limit is one incense stick.”
Tonight, there were many scholars who came to the Ten Thousand Flower House.
Hearing this question, they couldn't help but feel shocked.
Looking at the painting and writing a poem, and being limited to the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, this was extremely difficult to write.
Even if he managed to write it out, it would most likely be unsatisfactory.
As expected, even Cui Guisheng frowned slightly when he heard this question.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, he not only wanted to win, but he also wanted to win cleanly.
After all, everyone knew that the Marquis Champion was famous for his bravery, so it was understandable that his poems were rubbish.
As for Cui Guisheng, as the manager of the Cui family of Qinghe in Chang 'an, he would be a laughing stock if he did not have any talent.
"Can you do it?"
Wei Feiyan still didn't believe Li Yuansheng.
This guy didn't look like he was well-read.
Nonsense, how could a man say no?
"Don't worry. Although I'm only a rudimentary scholar, it's still very easy for me to beat up these trash.”
In fact, Li Yuansheng was not lying.
At the very least, Zhuge Liang's literary attainments were very high. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to write the famous poem "
Li Yuansheng had copied all of Zhuge Liang's abilities, including his literary accomplishments.
It should be more than enough to deal with Cui Guisheng.
However, to be on the safe side, Li Yuansheng still immersed his mind into the Heroic Soul Palace.
It was fine if he didn't make a move this time, but once he did, he couldn't weaken his momentum.
With a thought, Li Yuansheng arrived at the second level of the Heroic Soul Palace.
"Among you, who is good at writing poems and articles? I can reincarnate two now."
As soon as he finished speaking, someone in the hall immediately replied.
" Li Bai requests reincarnation."
"East Dongpo requests to be reincarnated."
Li Yuansheng was overjoyed when the two literary giants applied at the same time.
"Agreed."
'Ding…Li Bai's reincarnation successful.'
'Ding…Su Dongpo has successfully reincarnated.'
"Ding! Li Bai's ability has been engraved on the Heroic Soul Hall. Would the host like to Store Li Bai's ability?”
"Ding! Su Dongpo's ability has been engraved in the Hall of Heroic Souls. Would the host like to Store Su Dongpo's ability?”
Boom!
In an instant, Li Yuansheng felt as if a vast amount of knowledge had flooded into his mind, and his brain felt like it was about to burst.
Li Bai and Su Dongpo, the two literary giants, had passed on all the knowledge they had learned in their lifetime to Li Yuansheng in an instant.
Just the few of you dare to compete with me in poetry!
At this time, Nangong Luo had already put down the painting and hung it upstairs.
This was a landscape painting.
There was a red sun and a river that had turned a sharp bend. There were green mountains on both sides of the river and a lonely boat.
"This painting is about the scenery of Sky Gate Mountain. I'll use this painting as a title to write a poem.”
This was too easy.
Li Yuansheng picked up his brush and started writing.
"The Gate of Heaven is broken, and the Chu River opens. The blue water flows eastward to this place. Green mountains on both sides of the river stand opposite each other, and a lone sail comes from the sun.”
Li Yuansheng finished his poem in one go. He had just lit the incense stick and finished his poem.
Cui Guisheng glanced at Li Yuansheng's poem and was stunned.
How was this possible?
How could such a poem with such a broad artistic conception, majestic atmosphere, dynamic and static, and real and false complement each other come from the head of a general?
With this beautiful jade in front of him, Cui Guisheng's brush couldn't fall anymore.
This time, he was really embarrassed.
After all, Cui Guisheng was not a martial arts practitioner.
However, how could Cui Guisheng bear to be trampled on in his most proud poem?
Cui Guisheng could only close his eyes and 'faint' on the ground as he looked at the crowd.
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