Most people ignored the evaluation of Shi Jun's first disciple because they all knew that regardless of whether the beginning of a poem was stunning or ordinary, the latter part would be earth-shattering. This line, "Delicate clouds are ingenious, flying stars pass hatred, silver rivers cross in secret" was obviously narrating. It was not as stunning as the beginning of the Epigraph of My Shack, but there were no flaws. Furthermore, the process of the explosion of talent was extraordinary.
Under the expectant gazes of the crowd, Fang Yun wrote the second line.
"Golden wind and jade dew meet, it surpasses countless things in the human world."
The talent erupted for the second time, like an orange pillar of light standing on the paper. It was unusually solid, more than two feet long, it had reached the mansion!
After Magistrate Dong finished reading, he could not help but add another line, "Half of the mansion!"
When Yuanjun heard this, he slapped his thigh and could not help but exclaim, "It's done! Without the sorrow of the Double Seventh Festival, hatred is turned into pity. It has changed the tradition of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl's grief and indignation! Since they are separated by heaven and earth, they naturally have to cherish this moment. After a year of sorrow, they naturally have to be happy today. The love between the two is stronger than that of others! "
"Autumn wind and autumn dew were originally ordinary, but on the Double Seventh Festival, it became golden wind and jade dew. It was enough to set off the hard-won reunion of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl."
The crowd nodded involuntarily. An old scholar stroked his beard and praised, "That poem, 'Distant altair, bright river, Han Girls' represents the pinnacle of Double Seventh Festival poetry. Every Double Seventh Festival, scholars and literati racked their brains to write about the sorrow and resentment of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl. But this poem brushed past the resentment. The first line was simple and straightforward, but the second line was strange. Meeting should be joyous, where does the sorrow come from? More real! More wonderful! More touching! "
Even many of the Gyeongo's enemies nodded subconsciously. Although they served different masters, they were all scholars. After so many years of learning, they instinctively agreed with the poem.
Shi Jun's first disciple glanced at them coldly, and all the Gyeongo's immediately lowered their heads.
Fang Yun pondered for a while before continuing to write.
Tender as water, the auspicious day is like a dream. Enduring the magpie bridge and returning to the road.
This time, the talent on the paper had only increased by five inches, less than three feet. It's still in the mansion, unable to reach Mingzhou.
As soon as the third sentence came out, the person who had praised him just now immediately shut his mouth, and even felt a little embarrassed.
The first disciple of Master Shi immediately smiled and said, "At first, I admired Fang Yun's extraordinariness, but this sentence is about two people meeting to express their deep feelings for each other. The short meeting is as illusory as a dream. When they leave, they don't even dare to look at the Bridge of Magpies. Isn't it just like those vulgar poems? An infatuated man and a resentful woman. Grief and hatred intertwined, spoiling the scenery and falling into a disadvantage! "
The Jingguo people were speechless, because what the first disciple of Master Shi said was right. The third sentence seemed to be following the old path of the predecessors. If the next sentence continued to express the resentment in the heart, it would be impossible for it to be better than the previous sentence, "Between a pool of water, the pulse cannot be spoken." It would be difficult to describe Mingzhou.
However. The elders and Jinshi were very calm because Fang Yun had written the first two sentences very well. Even if the third sentence was slightly dull, the fourth sentence was steady. There was also a chance to go to Ming Province.
Fang Yun slowly wrote down the fourth sentence, and Magistrate Dong finished reading it in a steady voice.
"If two people love each other for a long time, why should they be together day and night?"
"Good!" The two Gyeongo High Scholars blurted out.
The first disciple of Master Shi's face instantly turned from white to red, from red to green, and finally from green to purple. He stared angrily at the two people and cursed in his heart. Fang Yun is a Jingguo person, what are you shouting for?
Many Jingguo scholars could not help but slam the table and stand up. They slammed the table and stared at the page excitedly.
The surrounding Qi of Heaven and Earth surged, and the Qi of Talent on the page soared to the sky.
The Qi of Talent on the page instantly broke through three feet and reached Mingzhou. Then, it surged again and broke through four feet. Finally, the Qi of Talent stopped at four feet and five inches.
The words on the page emitted a faint light, and the light of each word was as bright as the moonlight.
A strong ink fragrance spread in all directions, like the fragrance of osmanthus in August. Everyone who smelled it felt refreshed.
"What a stroke of genius! Seeing the hatred before, seeing the joy after, seeing the sorrow after, rising and falling in an orderly manner, but in the end, seeing through the bitterness of parting, seeing through the reluctance to part. If love exists, what harm is there in being separated by thousands of mountains and rivers? "
"The last sentence is the deepest and kindest of feelings! Everyone knows about the love between the Cowherd and the Weaving Girl, but after hundreds of years of singing and singing, they still could not escape the shackles of resentment. This last sentence smashed thousands of Qixi poems, and it really transcended ordinary poems. The weight of this poem is greater than a thousand mountains! "
"With this poem, those Qixi poems written by infatuated men and resentful women do not need to be read anymore!"
"If the Cowherd and the Weaving Girl stars are alive, they will sigh that Fang Yun is their only confidant!"
"The artistic conception of this poem is really transcendental. The Qi of Talent is four feet and five inches. If it is sung for a hundred years, it will surely rise a few more inches and break through five feet, and the poem will be spread all over the world! "
"That's right!"
"This last sentence faintly shows the wisdom of seeing through the world! The name of Fang Zhenguo is confirmed! "
A scholar said loudly, "People of Gyeongo, who said that this poem is inferior?"
The head disciple of Lord Shi lowered his head and did not say a word.
The scholars and scholars completely forgot to refute the head disciple of Lord Shi. They were immersed in the last sentence of the poem, "If love lasts for a long time, why should they be together day and night?" Many people took out paper and brushes to write and discuss repeatedly.
Many people's expressions slowly changed, as if the poem had brought back memories of the past.
Suddenly, the Cowherd and the Weaving Star in the sky shone brightly, and two rays of starlight fell like two light pillars on the south side of the city. Each light pillar was ten miles thick.
The light around the Cowherd's starlight was very faint, but the center was the brightest. It was even somewhat dazzling as it shone on Fang Yun's body.
Fang Yun squinted slightly and felt as if there was something like water flowing through his body, slowly seeping into his body. Other than that, there was no other feeling, and he could not say whether it was good or bad.
The Weaving Star's starlight fell below the city.
Fang Yun curiously walked to the city wall and saw Yang Yuhuan in a light green dress standing at the brightest spot of the Weaving Star's starlight.
Yang Yuhuan covered her mouth with both hands and was extremely excited. She looked at Fang Yun on the city wall in disbelief.
The two of them looked at each other from a distance, like a golden boy and a jade girl. It was as if the beauty of heaven and earth was concentrated on the two of them.
Everyone looked at Fang Yun and Yang Yuhuan enviously. This was the Cowherd and Weaving Star, which symbolized love. This matter would not only shock the world, but it would also be very likely to be recorded in the history books. As for the various unofficial histories, there was no need to talk about it. In the future, it would be very likely to become a legend, a touching love story like the Cowherd and the Weaving Girl.
Zhao Hongzhuang, who was in the guest area, looked at Fang Yun and finally at Yang Yuhuan. Her eyes were filled with envy.
Everyone present was attracted by this magical scene. Many people looked curiously at the sky, wondering what the starlight of the Cowherd and the Weaving Girl Star was used for.
After a while, the pillar of light slowly shrunk until it only shone on Fang Yun and Yang Yuhuan. Finally, it shrank into a line of starlight and disappeared.
Magistrate Dong's thunderous voice spread throughout the city.
"Fang Yun used the Chinese Valentine's Day poem, 'Immortals on the Magpie Bridge' to suppress everyone and become the country's guardian!"
Tens of thousands of people cheered in unison, especially the young boys and girls. Everyone believed that the Cowherd and the Weaving Girl Star's starlight was the best blessing for them!
At the same time, gazes pierced through the void and looked at the Cowherd and the Weaving Girl Star in the sky. They quickly retracted their gazes and only a few divine senses passed through the sky above Jade Sea City.
In Jade Sea City's Luring Dragon Pavilion, an old senior bent over and held a voice transmission conch.
"Princess, please speak."
"Think of a way to exchange for the country's' Immortals on the Magpie Bridge '! As long as Fang Yun is willing to exchange, try your best to satisfy his request! "
"What if his asking price is too high?"
"I only want to see the manuscript of 'Immortals on the Magpie Bridge'!"
There was no reply from the other side. The old man looked at the voice transmission conch with a frown. Since the princess was so fond of Fang Yun, it was impossible to use force, but if he went to exchange for it himself, he would definitely be able to do it. What should he do if he went to exchange for it himself, he would definitely be ripped off by Fang Yun.
On the streets below the city wall.
Fang Daniu looked at Deputy General Lai excitedly and said, "Lord Lai, do you mean what you say?"
Deputy General Lai smiled and said, "Yes! Of course! When we return, we will discuss the marriage between the two of you. "
Fang Daniu secretly glanced at Xiao Ying. However, he found that she was also looking at him. The two of them looked at each other and quickly looked away, their faces flushed red.
The girl next door hugged Yang Yuhuan's arm. She said sweetly, "Sister Yuhuan, I envy you so much. Even the Weaving Girl Star is shining on you. You will soon be famous throughout the world! You will be the Weaving Girl Star, and Brother Fang Yun will be the Cowherd Star! "
Yang Yuhuan's face blushed, her heart filled with joy.
Fang Daniu said, "Our Young Master is obviously the Literary Star!"
"But the Literary Star did not shine on him."
"This … it will shine on him soon! If the Cowherd Star is shining on him, the Literary Star will not be far away. "
"Eh? Daniu, your words are quite interesting. "
Fang Daniu touched his head and laughed embarrassedly, "Hehe, we are more or less influenced by the Young Master's talent!"
Scholar Pang looked at the city wall and said, "It will probably be very lively up there. I wonder what will happen when the people of Gyeongo take out Shijun's poem."
On the city wall, the scholars of Jingguo were full of praises. However, everyone had a look of pity on their faces. This was because they saw with their own eyes that Fang Yun had stuffed the poem "Immortals at the Magpie Bridge" into his chest pocket, killing everyone's thoughts.
"The hearts of the people are not what they used to be!"
Fang Yun did not listen to their discussion. He hugged Nunu and asked Feng Yuanjun, "What is the use of the Cowherd Star and the Weaving Girl Star?"
Nunu opened her eyes wide and listened attentively.
Feng Yuanjun said, "We only know the use of the Literary Star, but there is no clear record of the use of the Cowherd Star and the Weaving Girl Star. However, Half-saint has used other stars before, but they did not say what they were used for. However, I heard that the other stars are not very useful to humans, but they are very important to demons. "
Fang Yun immediately asked, "Will the demons come to us?"
"That is hard to say. However, if the demons really want to capture you, Notre-Dame will receive the news in advance and protect you. Actually, you don't have to worry. The Cowherd Star and the Weaving Girl Star are not ominous stars. The demons will not be interested in you. I will ask Notre-Dame's friends. If there is any news, I will definitely inform you. "
"That's good. Thank you, Master Feng."
Feng Yuanjun said softly, "The stars are extraordinary. They can't be used as an oil lamp to illuminate them from so far away, right? Don't worry, this is two stars shining together. You and your wife will benefit greatly from it! "
"The Cowherd Star and the Weaving Girl Star is not an ominous star that the demons need. It is also not the strongest star, Literary Star. Will there really be great benefits?"
Feng Yuanjun said, "If someone obtains the Cowherd Star and the Weaving Girl Star, there will naturally be records. Think carefully, is there any record?"
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