It was not a big deal to use medicine as the concept of medicine was too broad. Many plants could be counted as medicine, but this kind of poem would be exclusive. Since there were "trees" and "flowers" in the beginning, then there could not be any poems related to trees or flowers in the end.
For example, Man Jiang Hong was a red duckweed, which was considered a flower in many poems. Even though Man Jiang Hong was also a medicine, because of the "flowers" title, Fang Yun and other Jingguo Scholars could not use it.
There were many similar titles, such as chrysanthemum, plum blossom, and lilac, which were flowers and also medicine. Therefore, Jingguo Scholars could not use Chrysanthemum Sky, One Cut Plum Blossom, or Lilac Knot.
Other than medical scholars and scholars who studied medicine, they did not know much about medicine. However, Fang Yun had read and memorized a lot of medical books, so he had an idea after thinking for a while.
The other Jingguo Scholars did not look good, because too many medicines were related to trees and flowers, and time was limited. If they spent too much time thinking about the name of the medicine, they would have less time to think about the poem, which would be fatal.
Qiao Juze looked at Fang Yun. Fang Yun smiled and said, "There are too many medicines in the human race. Not to mention the title of the poem, there are many poems with fixed names. The poem 'Twelve Red' has the same name as a medicinal wine. The medicinal wine is neither wood nor flower, so it can be used. There is also the poem 'Wang Jiangnan', which is also a medicine. The seeds, roots, and leaves can be used as medicine. For example, the poem 'Red Lady' is also the name of a bug, which can be used as medicine. "
The Scholars nearby all looked at Fang Yun in surprise. They knew these poems, but they never knew that they were related to medicinal wine or medicine. Except for medical scholars, no one could remember these things.
"Fang Yun, see if there are any medicines that are not listed as trees, flowers, and birds. Write them down together. We Jingguo Scholars can just write poems. As long as the name of the poem contains medicine, the content can be written correctly. It is more convenient than writing poems. "
Fang Yundao said, "Okay. I will just say the poems that contain medicine. Listen carefully. Twelve Red, Wang Jiangnan, Red Lady, Holy Worriless, Yellow Bean Leaf … "
Fang Yun recited a long list of Ci names in one breath. Even a Grand Scholar would have a photographic memory and memorized all of it.
The Jingguo Scholars heaved a sigh of relief when they heard only half of the poem. There were too many poems, and any one of them would not make a fool of themselves.
A few people originally wanted to laugh at the Jingguo people, but when Fang Yun opened his mouth and said a string of Ci brand names of drugs, they were all speechless.
"Fang Zhenguo, oh Fang Zhenguo. He can also protect the country with his own strength! "
"That's right. There's a limited amount of time for the Literary Meeting. If it weren't for Fang Yun, the Jingguo Scholars would have wasted at least a quarter of an hour. Now, we have no advantage at all."
"Everyone has a quarter of an hour. Without Fang Yun, I really don't know how the Jingguo Grand Scholars will fare."
Fang Yun solved the difficult problem of the Jingguo Grand Scholars. All the Grand Scholars quickly chose their poems to fill in.
Fang Yun thought about it for a while. He chose the Wang Jiangnan poem as the name. It was a very common poem, and it was relatively simple. Plus, there was no need to compete. Fang Yun decided to write it himself.
Fang Yun had read almost all of the famous poems and essays that the Grand Scholars had read in the Sheng Yuan Continent. However, most of the people had not read the poems that Fang Yun had read. Fang Yun's huge reading volume and his mastery of many theories from later generations gave him a huge advantage.
Not long after, Fang Yun finished writing the Wang Jiangnan poem. He folded it and placed it in a red paper bag with the word "Jing" written on it. He wrote "Fang Yun" under the word "Jing" on the red paper bag and handed it to the waiter of the restaurant.
The waiter of the restaurant turned around and went downstairs. He would deliver the red paper bag to the table on the first floor. The host would read it out and the Grand Scholars would evaluate it.
Fang Yun stood on the third floor and looked down with a smile. The higher the level of the Literary Meet, the more different the evaluation method was. It was very interesting.
There were more than a thousand participants in the Ten Nations Literary Meet this time, and everyone was a Grand Scholar. Regardless of who was evaluated, it would cause dissatisfaction. Hence, there was only one way to evaluate the Literary Meet, and that was to evaluate the Sword Tone. Every time a poem was recited, if the Grand Scholars present felt that it was good, they would be able to produce a Talent Sword Tone. The more Talent Sword Tones there were, the better the poem would be.
The new Grand Scholars who did not engage in a verbal battle were not qualified to be evaluated. Fang Yun and Yan Yukong were not qualified to be evaluated either, even if they were geniuses.
Fifteen minutes later, the bell rang and many people had no choice but to hurriedly write and place it in the red paper bag of their country.
They were not in the academy and talent could not be displayed. Hence, unless there was a dispute over the evaluation of the poems, they would not be judged based on talent.
Soon, more than 200 red paper bags appeared on the table.
Although there were more than a thousand people in the Literary Meet, there were not many who had the ability to compete for the prize. Most of the Grand Scholars were self-aware.
"As usual, we'll read according to the order of the Ten Nations Pagoda. I'll start with the masterpiece of the Qi Nation." As the man spoke, he opened the red paper bag with the word "Qi" written on it. "The first one is the poem 'Autumn Thoughts' by Yang Tang, the Grand Scholar of Qi Kingdom."
"Qi Shu Zephyr Zephyr Qiu, Lu Yunkong, Shuiyi Yi, Lu Yunkong, Lu Yunkong, Shuiyi Yi. Singing a song to hide the mirror, yesterday's youth, today's white hair! "
After the poem was read, many people looked at Fang Yun who was holding the railing on the third floor.
Qiao Juze said softly, "It's no wonder that he's a Jinshi of Qi Nation. Yang Tang participated in the Ten Nations Grand Tournament last year, and it's now autumn and winter. He even said, "Yesterday's youth has turned white today." He was admitting that he was old, and Fang Yun, Yan Yukong, and the rest of the new generation were even better than the old generation. Such a scene is rarely seen, and it amazes the world with a single brilliant feat. I'm afraid it will be ranked in the top three. "
"Sword Chime," the host said.
Afterwards, the sounds of the sword chimes filled the air, and in the end, there were a total of 1,426 chimes. However, there were only about 1,800 people in the audience who were arguing with each other.
"Congratulations, Brother Yang!" Many people congratulated Yang Tang.
"If this poem was written a few years ago, it would probably be the best of the Literary Meet!"
Yang Tang smiled slightly without being arrogant. As a Grand Scholar of a large nation, he had received too much honor.
The host praised him and opened the second red paper bag of the Qi Nation. The second person had written a poem using "Eternal Spring" and won more than 900 sword chimes. Although it couldn't be compared to Yang Tang's, it was still considered a masterpiece.
The host recited one by one and soon finished reciting the reference poem of the Qi Nation. He then began reciting the poem of the Shu Nation.
There was a huge difference in the number of sword chimes in these poems. Yang Tang's poem was the best, and the worst only had 400 sword chimes. The person who wrote the poem wasn't a Grand Scholar, but an ordinary Grand Scholar. After hearing the sword chimes, he left in a huff.
Not long after, the host finished reciting the poem of the Yue Nation's Grand Scholar. He reached out and placed his hand on top of the stack of red paper bags of Jingguo. He smiled and said, "This stack is a poem of the Jingguo. I'm sure everyone is like me, looking forward to the work of someone from Jingguo. If anyone knows who I'm talking about, please make a sword chime. "
All the Grand Scholars laughed, and a large number of sword chimes rose and fell. In the end, there were more than 1,500 sword chimes. Following that, many Grand Scholars laughed.
Fang Yun also had a smile on his face. Then, he seemed to inadvertently glance at the host of the Gu Nation.
The people of Jingguo were full of confidence in Fang Yun. Some of the Jingguo Grand Scholars couldn't help but raise their heads. They believed that Fang Yun's poem could suppress everyone.
The host smiled and opened the first red paper bag of Jingguo. Inside was Qiao Juze's "Twelve Reds". After he finished reciting, the sword chimes sounded 800 times. It was above average, and Qiao Juze was very satisfied.
The host then opened the second red paper bag. He looked at the paper and smiled. "The author of this poem," Wang Jiangnan ", is Tong Xingqin of Jingguo. Below is the full text."
"Distant dreams, early winter in the Southern Nation, a hundred miles of mountains and rivers green …"
When Fang Yun heard these three sentences, he was stunned. He had also written "Jiangnan Wang", and nearly half of the words in these three sentences were the same as his "Jiangnan Wang". These three sentences seemed to have changed his lyrics.
Fang Yun frowned as he listened to the complete poem. He realized that it was 60% similar to his "Wang Jiangnan". As for the concept and emotions, they were 90% similar. He realized that something was wrong, but he couldn't be sure what was going on.
The host suddenly sped up. After he finished reciting the sixth Jingguo poem, his eyes suddenly lit up. He picked up the red paper bag of Jingguo with Fang Yun's name on it and showed it to everyone.
"Everyone, we have been waiting for so long. Everyone, please come with me to witness the best poem of this Wen Meet!"
Everyone's eyes were focused on the red paper bag of Jingguo. They were filled with anticipation. No one thought of refuting the words "best poem of this Wen Meet". They had already tacitly agreed that Fang Yun would be the champion of this Wen Meet.
A few of the Gu Nation Grand Scholars were also filled with anticipation. They had smiles on their faces, but their smiles seemed to be mixed with something inexplicable.
The host smiled as he opened the red paper bag of Jingguo. He reached in with his finger, and his smile froze on his face.
"What's the matter?"
The eyes of the thousands of Scholars were filled with bewilderment. It was not the time for jokes. It was the Ten Nations Cultural Meet, and a qualified host would definitely not fool people at such a time. Besides, it was Fang Yun's poem, and not everyone was qualified to joke about it.
"What the hell!?!" A grumpy Grand Scholar couldn't help but shout.
The host looked puzzled and said, "There's no poem inside."
"What!?!" Everyone was in an uproar.
"If you don't believe me, I'll tear open the paper bag and show it to you!" The host said as he slowly tore open the paper bag and spread it out to show everyone. There was really nothing inside.
Qiao Juze said angrily, "I saw Fang Yun put his poem into the paper bag with my own eyes. How can there be nothing inside? Some people are too much. How dare they play tricks at this Wen Meet. If you don't want us Jingguo people to participate in this Wen Meet, just say so. Why do you have to be so despicable!?! "
The host hurriedly said, "Brother Qiao, you've misunderstood! Maybe one of the servants knew that Fang Zhenguo's poem was precious and stole it first. The paper was stolen, but the poem is still there. It won't affect this Meet. Don't you think so? "
Qiao Juze was stunned. The host was right. Not only was there such a possibility, but it was also very likely. After all, Fang Yun's Literary Name was too famous, and there were too many people who wanted to get their poems written by him.
The host then said, "Fang Zhenguo, since the paper has been stolen, you won't forget the poem. Why don't you recite it yourself and let us listen to your masterpiece? How about that?"
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