The first four lines of "Ode to Chivalry" suppressed "Returning Army of the Han," making it hard to breathe.
Even those who did not understand calligraphy could tell that the righteous white light of "Returning Army of the Han" was growing dimmer and dimmer. It was like a small stream competing with a large lake. Overestimating oneself.
However, those who understood calligraphy had a deeper understanding. This was especially so when they heard the lines "Killing a person in ten steps, leaving no trace for ten thousand miles, leaving behind only after the matter is done, hiding their merits and fame." They did not want to read "Returning Army of the Han."
As the saying went, "There is no first place in literature, and no second place in martial arts." This meant that while martial arts could determine superiority, it was difficult to determine victory in literature. This was because everyone had different tastes. Some people liked this essay, while others liked that essay. When there was a dispute between people with different tastes, there would be no clear victor.
However, this was not the case at all. Both articles were easy to understand. Even those who did not practice calligraphy could instantly feel the suppression of more than one level.
These short four lines described the strong image of a chivalrous hero.
The first four lines completely suppressed "Returning Army of the Han." However, this was not the end yet. Gu Hai was still reciting a new poem.
At the side, Li Shenji's expression changed. Like everyone else, Li Shenji had made many guesses. However, how could he have guessed that Gu Hai's poetic abilities were so strong? The Go Dao, the Zither Dao, and now the Calligraphy Dao were also shocking?
Although Long Wanyu could not understand the poem, she felt excited when she saw that the righteous white light suppressed the essay scolding her brother-in-law. When she looked at Gu Hai, her eyes sparkled like stars. Her brother-in-law is really incredible.
Binghime sat behind Gu Hai. At this moment, she looked at Gu Hai in shock.
Binghime was sent to help Gu Hai. She had done a lot of research on Gu Hai. Ever since Xiao Chen left Nine-Five Island, he had dominated in the Go Dao, killing everyone he met. Even the Ninth Young Master of Guanqi's nine sons had not been able to defeat Gu Hai.
This should have been the limit of a person. After all, Gu Hai was only in his seventies.
However, it didn't take long before the Guqin Dao also began to dominate. He was invincible all the way. In so many battles in Yingzhou, Gu Hai's Dao of the Guqin had only one word to describe it: victory!
Victory, victory, victory! He was also invincible.
Now, the Dao of Calligraphy was the most difficult to determine a winner. It was the first time he spoke, yet his words were so shocking. Even back in the Solar Divine Palace, Binghime had never seen such a monstrous monster.
Do you want to learn all four arts? It's one thing for you to be a full cultivator, but you're actually so powerful?
Walk of Chivalry?
Binghime also had a certain level of literary cultivation. From the first sentence, Binghime's heart suddenly jumped. Sure enough, each sentence was fiercer than the previous one. She sang all the way, as if she was fiercely trampling on "To the Army Returning from the Han". Just what kind of person was this Gu Hai that she was following?
Gu Hai continued to recite the poem.
"After leisure, Gu Hai drinks, unsheathing the sword and crossing the knee!
Burning the Purple Star, holding the pole to persuade longevity!
Three cups of wine, the Five Great Mountains are light!
After the blur of eyes and ears, high spirits are born!
Saving the wind and waving the golden hammer, Chaoge is first shocked!
Two heroes of all time, famous in the capital! "
"Rumble!"
As Zi Wei continued to write, an awe-inspiring righteous aura shot up from the paper. It was as if numerous meteors were pouring out. One meteor, ten meteors, twenty meteors, and eventually over a hundred meteors, were pouring out as if they didn't cost anything.
The Dao of Calligraphy surged wildly, the Qi surged as the brush fell, and the sky changed color.
At first, there were pillars of light, but later on, they were like fireworks, shining brightly in the sky.
The dark clouds disappeared, and the wind disappeared. Only the vast white light was left, illuminating the sky as if it was daytime.
Wuyue Academy was still a distance away from the capital. The people in the capital were originally watching the scene in the Black Light Mirror, but now, streaks of light surged into the sky like a meteor shower. From far away, through the gaps in the clouds, the people in the capital could see the dazzling white light in the north of the city.
Previously, it was the Qi of Righteousness stream. Now, it was the Qi of Righteousness sea. Countless cultivators were dumbfounded.
Those who did not understand the Dao of Calligraphy had long understood. Heokkang Of Silla wanted to humiliate Gu Hai, but now, he was being slapped in the face by Gu Hai's poem. Every sentence was slapped a few times. Looking at the picture and seeing Heokkang Of Silla's dumbstruck expression, it was as if they saw his face swollen from the slaps. They could not help but mourn for him for a while.
As for those who understood the Dao of Calligraphy, they understood everything from these six sentences.
It was talking about Zi Wei and Chang Sheng befriending Gu Hai. Gu Hai set up a banquet, and the two placed their swords on their knees. Gu Hai treated Zi Wei and Chang Sheng to a delightful meal and wine. Gu Hai asked for help for a girl called Wan 'er. After three cups of hot wine, he generously promised that he was willing to sacrifice himself for his bosom friend. A promise is more important than the five mountains. The spirit in his heart can pierce the rainbow! The two waved their golden hammers for Gu Hai to save the girl, Wan. This magnificent feat shocked everyone in Chaoge. The heroic deed of the two heroes would definitely be passed down as a story in the capital for thousands of years to come.
"What two heroes for thousands of years!" Sima Changkong stood in the courtyard and clenched his fists. Obviously, he was completely attracted by this poem.
Inside a restaurant.
Fairy Wan 'er looked at Gu Hai in the picture, who kept saying words. Fairy Wan' er's eyes turned slightly red.
That woman called 'Wan' is me. So, although we were separated, Gu Hai has always been thinking about me? Because of the taboo between the two countries, she could not come. She even asked the two of them to protect her secretly.
"Idiot!" Wan 'er's eyes were slightly moist.
The others in the city also understood after explaining to each other.
"So that's what happened?"
"Heokkang Of Silla misunderstood the two heroes!"
"The Noble Spirit has already explained everything. Gu Hai did not lie. The two heroes were asked by Gu Hai to attack Heokkang Of Silla with their golden hammers!"
"That demoness, maybe it was also a misunderstanding!"
"Two heroes for thousands of years? How could I have thought that he was a villain? How could such a trustworthy and righteous person be a villain? "
"They are not villains. Gu Hai is not a villain either! Didn't the Lord say that birds of a feather flock together? Every sentence in this poem is majestic and righteous. How could he be a villain? "
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The ordinary people in the city started to change their opinion of Gu Hai. Some of the scholarly cultivators now looked at Gu Hai with boundless reverence. This kind of poem was hard to come by.
It was more than hard to come by. Gu Hai's earth only had such a Li Bai in thousands of years. In writing this kind of poem, no one had ever surpassed him. He was an immortal, standing in the clouds, overlooking all living things.
The Noble Spirit rushed out. How could it be a meteor? It was a meteor shower! And it was a large and dense meteor shower.
In the square.
Mo Yike gasped. He stared at Gu Hai.
Mo Yike could be said to have the deepest understanding of Gu Hai. From the beginning, Mo Yike was good at chess. Although he rarely showed it, Mo Yike himself knew that the better a strategist's chess skills were, the better he could plan. But in chess, he was most proud of, he could not compare to Gu Hai.
In the guqin, Gu Hai had shown his invincibility in Yingzhou in the past.
Now, in calligraphy, he could suppress Heokkang Of Silla?
"I can't see through you anymore! Ha! "Mo Yike looked at Gu Hai and smiled bitterly.
Chang Sheng looked at Gu Hai and narrowed his eyes.
Long Wanyu sat at the side. Although she did not know much about calligraphy, she roughly understood the meaning. Previously, outside Dragon Vein City, Gu Hai treated the two foodies to a meal, eating enough for ten thousand people. Then, he asked the two to help take care of Fairy Wan'er. The two did it. It was that simple.
However, what Long Wanyu did not know was that these few lines completely washed away the suspicion of the three as vile characters. It made them seem even more righteous and romantic.
Li Shenji gripped his wine cup so tightly that his fingerprints appeared on it.
At this moment, the one with the ugliest expression was Heokkang Of Silla. He gritted his teeth, flabbergasted.
How can this be? How can Gu Hai's poetry be so strong?
At this moment, Gu Hai also said the last two lines.
"Even in death, the heroic bones are fragrant, not ashamed of the heroes of the world!
Who can compose the White-Headed Taishang Sutra?! "
Rumble …!
Suddenly, the dense righteous aura under Xiao Chen's pen multiplied several times and soared into the sky. Instantly, white light encased the surroundings.
The light soared, even shooting into the surroundings of the capital. In an instant, the evening capital became as bright as noon. The light shone brightly, illuminating the entire city. The righteous aura mixed in the light instantly baptized the bodies of all the cultivators in the city.
Countless cultivators immediately felt comfortable all over. It was like listening to the poem swept away all the filth accumulated in their bodies.
The righteous aura shone, removing all filth.
However, this was not all. Suddenly, countless cultivators seemed to hear the sound of the poem in the world. It was like countless ghosts were reciting it in an unseen place.
"'Ode to Chivalry!'
A traveler's beard tasseled, the dry hook shining like frost and snow!
A silver saddle shining on a white horse, moving like a meteor!
Killing a person every ten steps, not leaving a single trace for five thousand kilometers!
Leaving with a flick of his sleeves, hiding his merits and fame!
After leisurely drinking, Gu Hai drew his sword and crossed his knees!
Setting the Purple Star on fire, urging longevity!
After three cups of wine, the Five Great Mountains are light!
After seeing and hearing the heat, high spirits are born!
Saving and waving the golden hammer, Zhao Ge is first shocked!
Two heroes of all time, famous in the capital city!
Even in death, the heroic bones are fragrant, not ashamed of being a hero of the world!
Who can write the White Head Taishang Sutra! "
One, one hundred, ten thousand, one million!
It was like ghosts from beyond the heavens, resounding in all directions. The ghosts seemed unwilling to recite, but there was a mysterious force that forced them to recite. Their voices were somewhat strange, as if they were weeping and resisting, slowly accepting the baptism of the poem.
The two hundred million people in the capital city were silent, all staring with wide eyes.
On the plaza of Five Mountains Academy:
The crowd of officials was also silent. They stared at Zi Wei as she wrote the last word.
When everything was finished, the crying of ghosts and gods filled the sky, causing goosebumps to rise on everyone's skin. That was a kind of soul trembling.
"When the brush falls, it shocks the wind and rain; when the poem becomes, ghosts and gods weep?" Someone suddenly recited.
"When the poem becomes, ghosts and gods weep? It really is when the poem becomes, ghosts and gods weep! "In the capital city, a calligraphy cultivator's eyes widened as he exclaimed.
The crying of ghosts and gods lasted for almost an hour before it slowly calmed down.
However, the word was still emitting infinite light, shooting in all directions.
As for the "To the Army Returning from the Han" at the side, it had been completely suppressed to the point that it was completely dim.
The surroundings of the banquet fell silent. Everyone held their breaths until Gu Hai opened his mouth to say something. "That's right.
"I am an ordinary scholar. Thank you, Heokkang Of Silla, for giving me the" To the Army Returning from the Han ". Good poem, good poem. I will definitely treasure it carefully and not let your calligraphy be covered in dust!" Gu Hai opened his mouth and said with a smile.
"Slap, slap!"
Everyone seemed to have heard the two crisp slaps on Heokkang Of Silla's face.
The two hundred million people in the capital city seemed to have heard the two slaps on the live broadcast.
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