The twelve Scholars soon heard the fourth question, and a few of them looked at Fang Yun regretfully.
Kong Deyu, who had mocked Xun Li earlier, sighed and said, "The third question is very similar to the fourth question. Unlike the first question, which only looks at talent and nothing else, it also looks at the style of writing and talent. Scholars have a huge advantage over Scholars. Fang Yun, it's a pity for you. "
"However, you can at least get nine or even five points. You still have a huge advantage in the next two rounds. Although you can't get 30 points, 29 points is enough for you to be ranked first among the scholars. If you can get more than seven points, you will be the best in the history of the Ten Nations Grand Tournament. " The person who spoke was Wu Guo's Scholar, Ma Yuan. He was the disciple of the great scholar, Nangong Leng. That day, Nangong Leng praised Fang Yun as a "young phoenix" at the Chongyang Literary Meet. Not only did it make Fang Yun famous, it also made the scholars of the Ten Nations respect Nangong Leng even more.
Xun Li smiled and said, "Fang Yun, as a Scholar, you can take the lead for three consecutive questions. I really admire you. Unfortunately, not to mention the few famous Grand Scholars of the Ten Nations, even I am enough to defeat you in the front! "
Kong Deyu smiled and said, "Fang Yun, you're a good person in all aspects, but you can't change that."
Xun Li's face quickly turned purple.
However, Fang Yun touched his face and said with a smile, "It's an illness from when I was young. My mother said that if you have a bun face, don't blame the dogs for coveting you."
The Scholars at the side looked at Fang Yun, Kong Deyu, and Xun Li with smiles in their eyes.
Fang Yun and Kong Deyu didn't take Xun Li seriously at all. They echoed each other, making Xun Li seethe with anger.
Xun Li said angrily, "Fang Yun, I'm a Scholar, how can you humiliate me like this!?! Do you dare to compete with me? Let's see who reaches the end of this journey first! I want you to know that if a puny Scholar dares to be arrogant in front of a Scholar, he will definitely not have a good ending! "
Fang Yun smiled indifferently. He didn't even look at Xun Li. Instead, he looked at the black soil in front of him and said, "This humble one has read about famous mountains in books. I like Mount Lu very much. In my dream, I wandered around and got lost in Mount Lu. When I woke up, I came across a poem. I hope everyone will be generous enough to enlighten me. "
"Please!" Kong Deyu immediately stopped smiling, and the others also lowered their heads slightly, like students meeting an old teacher who was well-read.
Xun Li opened his mouth, but in the end, he didn't dare to stop them.
Fang Yun recited slowly, "Looking at it from the side, it looks like a mountain ridge. Looking at it from the side, it looks like a mountain peak. I don't know the true face of Mount Lu, but I am fated to be in this mountain. "
This poem was written in one place. Everyone was stunned. Then, many of them cried out in unison.
Rumble …
The ground in front of them cracked open, and the heavens and earth rumbled. A mountain range rose from the ground, stretching endlessly. It blocked out the sunlight, forming a huge shadow that fell on everyone.
The mountain range had endless peaks, endless trees, and endless clouds. It was as if the gate of heaven and earth was right in front of them, and no one could pass through it.
Tang Shi valued emotions while Song Shi valued logic.
Fang Yun knew that he wasn't talented enough to write a magnificent poem, so he took another approach. He borrowed Su Shi's famous poem, "Xilin Wall".
This poem was neither heroic nor majestic, and it was almost like a sketch of the shape of Mount Lu. However, the sentence "I am fated to be in this mountain" contained a profound logic that vividly explained the situation of "the onlooker is baffled. The onlooker sees more clearly. "
Kong Deyu smiled bitterly and said, "Well done, Fang Yun! I just spoke up for you and you came up with such a logic poem! The sentence "I don't know the true face of Mount Lu. I am fated to be in this mountain "is too vicious! It contains the truth itself, and there must be a destiny in the dark. As long as we enter, we will be 'fated to be in this mountain'. Later on, we will definitely be 'fated to be in this mountain' and eventually be trapped inside! "
"The words are simple but the meaning is profound. It's no wonder you're Fang Zhenguo." Yun Xunsong, the top scholar of Yun Nation, sighed softly.
"This is the Ten Nations Grand Tournament, not a pursuit of demons and barbarians. By writing such a wonderful poem, you're simply treating us as demons and barbarians. I'm heartbroken!" a scholar of Shu Nation said half-jokingly while clutching his left chest.
Ma Yuan scolded jokingly, "Bastard Fang Yun! We were still feeling sorry for you just now, but in the end, you tricked us in the blink of an eye! This poem is too powerful! It must be a legendary poem to stop enemies! If you don't believe me, you can write it. There must be a treasure light that can be passed down for us to learn! "
"It might not be passed down, I don't believe it," Xun Li muttered softly, unconvinced.
However, Fang Yun ignored Xun Li and walked forward.
Kong Deyu glanced at Xun Li, then cupped his fists at Fang Yun and said, "I'm Kong Deyu, and I would like to learn this legendary poem to stop enemies. Teacher Fang, please guide me."
Fang Yun didn't look back and walked away while saying, "Let's name it 'Mount Lu Game'. The mountain is like a chess game, the onlooker sees more clearly than the onlooker. "
"Great!" All the Grand Scholars present were moved.
"Although this poem doesn't blend emotions and scenery, it is reasonable and has the bearing of guarding the nation!"
"Wonderful poem with wonderful sentences, today's competition is really exciting! What a great line 'the onlooker sees more clearly than the onlooker'. This sentence will definitely spread throughout the Ten Nations together with this poem! "
Kong Deyu immediately picked up his brush and wrote 'Mount Lu Game' on the paper. As soon as he put down the brush, he immediately heard the sound of flowing water and the wind blowing through the trees.
The first level of calligraphy, the sound of the brush landing.
When he wrote the third sentence, white petals bloomed around each word.
The second level of calligraphy, the wonderful brush blossoms.
Unless one was a master of the fourth level of calligraphy, only battle poems and stopping enemies poems would show the calligraphy phenomenon when they were written.
After Kong Deyu finished writing 'Mount Lu Game', the paper burned, and a 100-feet-long phantom of Mount Lu landed in front of him. It was Kong Deyu's first time writing this poem, so he couldn't fully understand it. Therefore, the poem he wrote was very weak at the moment.
Kong Deyu waved his hand, and the phantom of Mount Lu disappeared. He turned to look at Xun Li and said, "I've already verified that this poem is a poem to stop enemies. Are you convinced?"
Xun Li stood in place and didn't say a word.
Kong Deyu looked at Fang Yun's back and said, "Xun Li, you want to compete with Fang Yun, but he's confident but doesn't answer you. Do you know why? It's because you're not worthy! "
"You …" Xun Li flew into a rage out of humiliation. He couldn't imagine that Kong Deyu would repeatedly expose his shortcomings during the Ten Nations Grand Tournament. Including this time, it was already the third time!
Kong Deyu reached out and flicked his sleeves, no longer looking at Xun Li. Instead, he looked into the air and said slowly, "Don't worry, I won't treat you like this again in the future."
Xun Li's expression eased, but the next sentence almost made him furious.
"Because you're not worthy."
The other Jinshi of the various nations shook their heads gently. Although they wouldn't reprimand Xun Li like Kong Deyu, they would all stay away from Xun Li. The reason was just as Kong Deyu said, he wasn't worthy.
Xun Li glanced at the crowd and realized that their expressions had changed. He then looked at Fang Yun, who was treating the mountain like it was nothing, and gritted his teeth.
Ma Yuan said, "We have to quickly write the poem and form ten mountains as soon as possible so that bastard Fang Yun can slowly climb them!"
To his surprise, Yun Xunsong smiled and said, "Fang Yun's Mount Lu is comparable to ten of our mountains. Therefore, the goal of our Yun Nation Academy is not to stop Fang Yun, but to stop people from the other nations. Naturally, we can't be anxious! "
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