The long river was like a jade belt passing through the city. The water vapor on the river surface was like a thin layer of fog. The willows on both sides of the river drooped down and countless people crowded on the shore.
On the shore of the Sand Island, everyone on the dragon boat stood up.
On the black-tiled building, the prefectural magistrate of Jade Sea recited an elegy to pay respects to the ancestors. It represented the official start of the dragon boat race.
"Raise the flag!" Someone on the Sand Island shouted.
The drummers on the five dragon boats held the red flag together. It was the last reinforcement to prevent the red flag from falling down during the race.
"Beat the drums!" That person shouted again.
The five drummers beat the drums together. The sound was deafening and the crowd on both sides of the river cheered again. It was so loud that Nunu's two little ears fell down to block the sound.
"Let's begin." Scholar Qian said.
The person on the second dragon boat sat down and began to grind the ink.
Fang Yun had just finished grinding the ink and had not even picked up the brush when he heard someone in the crowd exclaim.
"The first dragon boat has talent! It's still rising. "
Fang Yun immediately looked at the first dragon boat where the people of Gyeongo were. Under the power of the official seal, he saw that the paper in front of Shi Dehong's disciple had an orange glow of talent. It was rising and now it had exceeded one foot, reaching the standard of leaving the county.
The scholar in front snorted and said, "They are indeed prepared. I'm afraid they have spent a few months preparing the draft. They have been thinking about it in their hearts but never wrote it down."
The scholar on the third dragon boat sighed, "As expected of Shi Dehong's disciple. I might not be able to write a poem that leaves the county even if I wait my whole life."
"Gyeongo is surrounded by enemies, so they are naturally good at writing romantic poems. If we are allowed to write about boats, we can use the dragon boat as the theme to write a battle poem. Our literary talent might not be as good, but we can bring about more Qi of Heaven and Earth. How can we lose to them? "
"Stop talking nonsense and start writing!"
The talent on the paper in front of Shi Dehong continued to rise. When he finished writing the poem, it was one foot seven. It was only three inches away from reaching the prefectural magistrate. It was amazing.
Shi Dehong smiled and glanced at the dragon boat of Fang Yun and the other Jingguo people. When he realized that no one was writing, he began to recite his poem, "The Jade River is on the Dragon Boat Festival …"
He had only said one sentence when he realized that everyone was looking behind him. They saw Half-saint's disciple Yan Yukong's talent increasing at an even faster rate.
On the black-tiled building, the prefectural magistrate, Feng Zimo, used his official seal to see Yan Yukong's poem. He read every line that Yan Yukong wrote.
Some of the surrounding officials remained silent, while others praised him. No one would belittle him. Even if Yan Yukong was from an enemy nation, they could not casually criticize a disciple of Half-saint. Moreover, Yan Yukong had written very well, and he would not lie.
When Yan Yukong put away his brush, two feet and one inch tall Cai Qi appeared on the paper in front of him.
"Shi Cheng Da Prefecture!"
The Jingguo people on both sides of the river sighed. The willow branches swayed as if they were blown into a mess by everyone's sighs.
The Gyeongo people on Dragon Boat No.1 were elated. Just two people's talent Qi had increased to four feet.
The other four people from Gyeongo immediately started writing. Everyone's talent Qi surged in front of them. One person wrote a poem, while the other three wrote lyrics. After they finished writing, the entire dragon boat's talent Qi combined to reach five feet and seven inches.
Then, the talent Qi of Dragon Boat No.1 stirred up the Primal Qi of Heaven and Earth. A layer of faint green light appeared on the dragon boat. This faint green light was the power that would drive the dragon boat forward.
"Last year, Gyeongo's team only had a talent Qi of four feet and six inches. I didn't expect there to be so many this year."
The Gyeongo people on the other four dragon boats sighed. They didn't know whether to write or not. They were afraid that they would embarrass themselves if they wrote too badly.
Fang Yun noticed that the expressions and actions of the people on Dragon Boat No.2 were not right. They were obviously suppressed by the aura of the Gyeongo people. Even if these people had prepared their poems beforehand, they still needed to make some changes. Without their aura, it was very likely that the poems would be messed up.
The dragon boat competition was about the cooperation of six people. Without the aura of the other five people, even if Fang Yun wrote a poem with a talent Qi of four feet, he would still lose without a doubt.
Fang Yun took a deep breath and said, "Friends, if we lose to Gyeongo, the Jingguo people will bear the stigma of 18 consecutive defeats. Even if we win next year, Jingguo will never be able to wash away this stigma! Gyeongo's talent Qi is five feet and seven inches. As long as our dragon boat has five feet and eight inches of talent Qi, we can beat them! I will take two feet and five inches. Do the five of you dare to share the remaining three feet and three inches? "
Two feet and they would have a chance to write "Sacred Path" in the future.
The five people in front turned their heads and looked at Fang Yun in astonishment. Seeing the unswerving determination on his face, they were instantly encouraged!
"Everyone only has six inches of talent Qi! How can I not do it! "
"We will definitely gather three feet and three inches!"
"We will definitely not lose this battle!"
The five people's aura surged, sweeping away the haze that the Gyeongo people brought to them.
Shi Dehong, the disciple of the Lord of Poetry, laughed and said, "Jingguo people are indeed arrogant! Do you think it's so easy to write a poem? A scholar dares to be so arrogant. You are even more arrogant than the number one arrogant scholar, Yi Zhishi! "
Qian Juren turned his head and said, "Gyeongo people's sharp tongue is getting better and better. It's a pity that we are now competing in poetry and lyrics, not in talking. When we get the brocade flag of the Dragon Head Bridge, you will naturally know that you are the arrogant ones, not us! "
"I'll be waiting! If you can get first place, I, Shi Dehong, will eat the heads of all five dragon boats! "
The Jingguo people on the second dragon boat ignored Shi Dehong and began to write slowly.
Fang Yun did not participate in the quarrel. He first wrote down the name of the poem, "Huanxi Sand", and then added the two words, "Dragon Boat Festival".
The officials on the black-tiled building not far away immediately became excited.
"Fang Shuangjia is writing!"
"Zimo, what is he writing?"
"'Huanxi Sand Dragon Boat Festival'!"
"He is writing again, quickly read it."
"You guys … I will read it. The light sweat slightly penetrates the jade green cloth, the Dragon Boat Festival of the Ming Dynasty. The fragrance rises and fills the clear river … "
"Good! The scene of women playing in the Dragon Boat Festival is vivid in front of my eyes, especially the fragrance rises and fills the clear river. It is quite novel. After the women freshen up, they pour their cosmetics into the river. Naturally, the fragrance rises and fills the clear river. "
"This talent Qi is increasing more rapidly than that of Yan Yukong!"
The people on the second dragon boat continued to write the poem, but the people on the other dragon boats looked at Fang Yun.
The arrogant Yan Yukong's gaze landed on Fang Yun.
At this moment, Fang Yun turned to look at Yang Yuhuan and Zhao Zhuzhen on the boat. The little fox immediately waved her little paws at Fang Yun.
Fang Yun smiled and continued to write the second half of the poem.
On the second floor, Feng Zimo continued to read, "The colored thread wraps around the red jade arm, the small talisman hangs on the green cloud hair. The beauty meets for a thousand years. "
Someone clapped and cheered, "The color is bright and beautiful, as if it is in front of my eyes. It turns out that he is praising his daughter-in-law, Jiangzhou's Xi Shi. The colored thread wraps around the arm, preventing her from getting sick; the small talisman can protect her from disasters. Writing her beauty is also hoping that she will not get sick or suffer from disasters, staying with the beauty for a thousand years. At the beginning, he wrote the scenery of the Dragon Boat Festival, and at the end, he used the items of the Dragon Boat Festival to bless the beauty. He is much better than that Yan Yukong! "
Everyone nodded. Poems must have feelings.
Yang Yuhuan could not see or hear clearly. She could only smile as she looked at Fang Yun's rising talent Qi.
When Fang Yun stopped writing, Yang Yuhuan asked softly, "Sister Zhao, how long is Xiao Yun's poem? I am far away, so I can't see clearly. "
Zhao Zhuzhen did not mind that Yang Yuhuan had exposed her gender. She looked at a high scholar behind her. That high scholar immediately said, "Two feet and eight inches, his poem is seven inches higher than that of Yan Yukong."
Zhao Zhuzhen asked, "What did he write?"
The high scholar said, "Let's row the boat to the building where the prefectural magistrates and court officials are. Someone will naturally inform us."
"Alright."
The others continued to write their poems. The boat quickly stopped at the bank of the building. Someone handed over Fang Yun's poem.
Yang Yuhuan had just learned to read and could not understand. However, when she saw that it was Fang Yun's poem, she liked it.
Nunu stared at the poem and read it word by word. Her eyebrows danced as she read.
Zhao Zhuzhen murmured softly, "A light sweat, a little bit of green grass …" Finally she lowered her head and looked at the surface of the river. She murmured softly over and over again, "Beautiful people meet for a thousand years, beautiful people meet for a thousand years …" Her eyes revealed a faint sadness.
Before long, she looked up at Fang Yun and said softly, "Fang Shuang Jia is indeed worthy of his name. His talent is astonishing. Yuhuan, this poem is for you. You must remember it well. "
"Ah? It's for me? "Yang Yuhuan was overjoyed.
"Ying ying! Ying ying! "Nunu smiled and nodded.
Not long after Fang Yun finished his poem, the rest of the people on the same boat had finished their poems as well. None of their poems had reached the level of a foot. Even if they were to combine their poems together, they wouldn't be able to reach the level of three feet and three inches. However, High Scholar Qian's poem had reached nine inches.
In the end, Fang Yun's dragon boat number two reached five feet nine inches, which was two inches taller than the dragon boat number one. Even people in the distance could tell which one was taller.
"The heavens have eyes! My Jingguo can finally hold its head high! "
"Jingguo will win!"
The people on both sides of the river were excited. Some scholars even had tears in their eyes. They did not expect that after losing for seventeen years, they would finally be able to turn the tables.
Many people roared crazily, cheering for Fang Yun and the others on the second dragon boat.
Tong Li, who made a bet with Fang Yun, stood at the head of the Dragon Head Bridge. He gripped the stone railing tightly and looked in front of him in disbelief.
"Idiot! A disciple of Lord of Poetry and a disciple of Half-saint can't even compare to Fang Yun! A bunch of idiots! "
Someone immediately shouted, "Which country are you from? If you dare to slander Fang Yun again, I will break your legs! "
"Someone is helping the Gyeongo people? Who is it? Come out! "
"Who dares! It's not you! "
"It's not me! You heard wrong! "Tong Li hurriedly waved his hands. He was so scared that his face turned pale.
The people around him sized Tong Li up. They saw that he was wearing a brocade robe and was either rich or noble. They did not attack him. One of them pointed at him and said, "If you dare to help the enemy country again, don't blame us for attacking you!"
"It's a misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding!" Tong Li hurriedly left. His friends also hurriedly left.
Of the Qing people on Dragon Boat Number One, other than Yan Yukong, who remained expressionless, the other five were all thrown into confusion.
"Who is that person? He is just a young scholar. How can he write a poem from the Da Fu Palace?"
"Could it be that the Jingguo officials cheated and the talent is fake?"
"It's very possible!"
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