Ling Tian smiled and ignored him. He looked at Qian ShuiRou and said, "Since that is the case, I will make up for the poem that I shared with Brother Qian the other day." As he said that, he tapped his finger on the table and pondered for a moment.
"Drizzling rain and light mist smile at the pavilion,
Flowers are like spirited willows;
Not emotionless is unintentional.
The spring breeze conveys my thoughts and the water conveys my worries! "
Qian ShuiRou's eyes revealed a rare trace of embarrassment. She turned her head slightly. A few cold snorts sounded out. The eyes of the eight experts were filled with rage. They looked at Ling Tian as if they wanted to tear him apart. Ling Tian chuckled, not minding it at all.
"Good! What a good spring breeze conveys my thoughts and the water conveys my worries! "An old scholar stroked his white beard and nodded. Ling Tian's poem was gentle and graceful. It was completely different from his style. It was actually a poem about love at first sight.
As the six judges carefully evaluated the poems of Ling Tian and XiMen Qing, they all frowned. If one were to compare the artistic conception of their poems, they were indeed on par with each other. Both of them had their own strengths and it was difficult for them to make a decision. Thus, they could only helplessly announce that the two of them were tied.
Ling Tian shook his head and smiled. With a trace of helplessness, he said, "Ling Tian was only trying to match the poem for Brother Qian. This poem could be said to be written for Brother Qian. It has nothing to do with Young Master XiMen. It has nothing to do with today's poetry competition. How can it participate in the selection, let alone a draw? Haha, if it is a draw with just a few random words, then it would be giving Ling Tian too much preferential treatment. Haha … "
The moment Ling Tian said that, the faces of all the judges turned purple. None of them had expected that such a beautiful poem was not Ling Tian's true talent that XiMen Qing had provoked him into displaying! Then how high was Young Master Ling Tian's real talent? Furthermore, this Ling Tian was too arrogant. He actually called such a beautiful poem nonsense. This was not self-modesty, this was arrogance! He was too arrogant!
In the eyes of everyone present, Ling Tian's quatrains could already be considered to be the best of the best. They could even suppress the entire audience. Although Ling Tian's poetry was far more talented than the average person, it was still slightly inferior to Ling Tian's! The fact that they had forced a draw was already giving the XiMen Family a lot of face! It must be known that although XiMen Qing's work was of high quality, it was still limited and did not have the demeanor of a true master. It would not be long before it was buried in the dust. But Ling Tian's poem, especially the last two lines, "Don't say it's heartless and unintentional, the spring breeze conveys his thoughts and the river conveys his worries," expressed the feelings of a young man and a young woman who were full of love, but couldn't express their feelings due to etiquette. They were melancholy, shy, and happy in silence. Just these two sentences alone were enough to be passed down to future generations and become a famous sentence for all eternity!
Moreover, Ling Tian had emphasized the word 'draw', which made the judges blush even more. Especially since three of them had been invited by XiMen Qing, they naturally had the intention to side with XiMen Qing and insisted on calling it a draw. Qin Da and Meng Lige were obviously Ling Tian's men. They had always been upright and upright people. Under such circumstances, if they were to argue with each other, it would not look good! Besides, Ling Tian had already won the first round, so it was not impossible to call it a draw. Besides, XiMen Qing's farewell was also quite unique. Hence, the two of them did not say anything. They tacitly agreed to call it a draw.
Besides, the two of them also had the intention to see all the other skills of Ling Tian. If Ling Tian had won against XiMen Qing with an overwhelming advantage, the two of them were worried that Ling Tian would stop showing off his skills. Based on Qin Da's understanding of Ling Tian, he knew that this kid had always been low-key and loved to pretend to be a pig to eat the tiger. If he stopped, it was completely possible!
However, XiMen Qing did not think so. He was anxious to regain his face and regain his prestige. He thought to himself, 'Isn't this kid asking for trouble by giving up this masterpiece?'
Actually, with his talent, he could see that Ling Tian's poem was much better than his own. Just now, XiMen Qing's heart was anxious, fearing that he would lose again. If that happened, his reputation would be ruined! Once he heard that it was a draw, his heart was greatly relieved.
At this moment, when he heard that Ling Tian wanted to give up this poem, he could not help but be greatly relieved. He thought to himself, 'If a poem has one or two lines that can be passed down from generation to generation, it is usually the work of a great scholar with a flash of inspiration and painstaking effort. It is very difficult for improvised works to be of high quality. There are even some scholars who studied the classics and became famous throughout the world, but they did not produce a single sentence that can be passed down from generation to generation! Could it be that this Ling Tian thinks that such a masterpiece is just a piece of stone that can be passed down from generation to generation? ' His' Farewell 'was also a flash of inspiration, and he felt that it was already the pinnacle of his talent. However, he did not believe that Ling Tian would be able to surpass him again and again.
Thinking of this, XiMen Qing could not help but snort coldly, "Prince Ling is indeed a great talent. XiMen Qing admires him! If Prince Ling can come up with another poem that can be passed down from generation to generation, then I, XiMen Qing, swear that in this life, I will never talk about poetry again! "
Ling Tian laughed and calmly poured himself a cup of wine. His gaze was fixed on the clear wine, and he seemed to be full of affection. He slowly recited, "Those who abandon me, yesterday's day cannot be kept; those who disturb my heart, today's day is full of worries!"
With just these two lines, the thousands of people in the hall suddenly became silent! XiMen Qing's face was ashen. Just these two lines were enough to be passed down from generation to generation!
Qin Da and Meng Lige's eyes shone with a strange light as they stared at Ling Tian, as if they had found a treasure. They repeated these two lines in a low voice, and they could not help but feel as if they had drunk a hundred-year-old wine. The aftertaste was endless, and the fragrance lingered in their mouths!
Qian ShuiRou, Xiao YanXue, and the other girls were all shocked. They were all experts in this field, and they were also people who knew what was good for them. When they heard Ling Tian's words earlier, they did not think that Ling Tian was arrogant. Now that they heard these wonderful lines, they looked at Ling Tian with an expression of disbelief! Just now, Ling Tian had already casually said 'spring breeze conveys one's thoughts and the river conveys one's worries'. None of the ladies could have imagined that in such a short period of time, there would actually be another masterpiece that would be passed down from generation to generation! Since ancient times, how many people could achieve this?! If this was really the case, then this person's literary talent, even if it was not unprecedented, was definitely enough to show disdain for the current generation. He was truly worthy of the title of number one in the world!
Ling Tian's brows furrowed, and he picked up his wine cup and paced around the entrance of the Heavenly Moon Chamber, as though he was deep in thought. Everyone could not help but hold their breaths, afraid that they would disturb Ling Tian's train of thought, and cause a great work that could be passed down from generation to generation to come to a premature end. If that were to happen, they would become the sinners of the literary world!
Ling Tian paced another two steps, and suddenly raised his head with a carefree expression, as though he was a hermit wandering in the woods. At this moment, in everyone's eyes, Ling Tian was no longer the so-called number one silkpants in Sky Bearing, nor was he the young master of a wealthy family. He was a wise man who held the world in his heart! A refined scholar who was able to see through the world!
Right at this moment, Ling Tian's clear voice sounded, and he actually finished writing the entire poem in one go!
"The long wind sends the autumn geese off from thousands of miles away, and I can drink to the tall buildings;
Filled with the desire to fly, I wish to soar to the blue sky to grasp the moon;
Drawing a knife to break water makes it flow, raising a cup to drown one's sorrows makes one even more sorrowful;
If one's life is not to his liking, he will make a small boat in the morning! "
The poem had already been recited, but even after a long time, the thousand people in the hall still remained silent! Finally, someone started clapping, and everyone could not help but feel as though they had just awoken from a dream. In that instant, the applause was like thunder, shaking the ground!
What kind of beautiful poem was this! What kind of wise poem was this! What kind of carefree mind was this! What a wise and farsighted person!
What kind of great talent was this! Even if one were to use the word 'breathtaking' to describe Ling Tian, everyone would not be able to describe him!
Such a beautiful poem would definitely be passed down through the ages! As for Ling Tian's name, just this poem alone would definitely be passed down through the ages! It was enough to be called immortal!
Just as the applause stopped, a white-haired old scholar walked up shakily. With a single glance, everyone could recognize him. This person was the publicly acknowledged Titan of the literary world, Rong Zhiyu of the Western Han! XiMen Qing was the disciple he was most proud of, and to think that he would be here as well. This person had an upright temperament, and was extremely talented. There was no scholar in the world who did not admire him! Seeing his teacher walk up, XiMen Qing hurriedly went up to support him.
Rong Zhiyu let out a long sigh, and forcefully shook off XiMen Qing's support. Facing the crowd, he said, "This is the Sky Bearing Empire, and this old man does not have the right to speak! However, this old man cannot help but say a few words. This old man dares to ask the scholars of the Sky Bearing Empire a question. "
Rong Zhiyu's white hair fluttered, and he stretched out a skinny arm, pointing at Ling Tian. His finger could not help but tremble, and his voice became hoarse from agitation. He almost shouted himself hoarse, "Such a peerless genius, even if he is overflowing with talent, it would still be difficult to describe him. He is truly a rare prodigy in the literary world. How can he be called the number one silkpants in your mouths?! Don't tell me that the talents of the Sky Bearing Empire are actually so high? "
"People like you are actually fit to be called scholars!" Rong Zhiyu shouted, "Before this old man came here, whenever the name Ling Tian was mentioned, there would be no one who would not look down on him. There were even some parents who taught their children that it would be better to have no talent than to become a character like young noble Ling of the Sky Bearing Ling family." Rong Zhiyu let out a sorrowful laugh, with tears in his eyes, "This old man was still wondering what kind of character this young noble Ling Tian was! Now that I know the truth, it is truly laughable! Lamentable to the extreme! Infuriating to the extreme! Burning the zither and cooking the crane! Burning the zither and cooking the crane! Ruining the cultured! Indeed, it is better to have no talent than to have a virtue. Who can compare to Ling Tian? The stupidity of the people can be seen! "
"Prince Ling, this old man apologises to Prince Ling for the prejudice I had towards you today!" As he said that, Rong Zhiyu actually gave a deep bow to Ling Tian. Without waiting for Ling Tian to reply, Rong Zhiyu had already stood up straight, and suddenly shouted, "Today, this old man shall thicken my old face, and represent the scholars of the world, to clear young noble Ling Tian's name in front of everyone! With young noble Ling Tian's age and talent, even if he is not the last, he is definitely unprecedented! He is definitely the number one poet in the literary world! Does anyone have any objections?! " (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please go to www.qidian.com, there are more chapters. Support the author, support legal reading!)
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