"Shuidiao Getou … Shuidiao Getou … I'm afraid no one will dare to compose a Mid-Autumn Festival poem today!" A blank expression appeared on the scholar's face. He had already been shaken by the paper raft in his hand.
"It's not just today. I'm afraid that from now on, it will be difficult to compose a Mid-Autumn Festival poem." Yang Yanzhou's eyes were also filled with shock. Even though he was known as the number one scholar in Qing 'an Prefecture, he would never be able to compose a poem of this standard.
At this moment, all the scholars at the scene were no longer as noisy as before. Yang Yanzhou's gaze once again swept across the paper raft, and finally noticed the name at the bottom. His heart suddenly jumped, and he exclaimed, "Li Yi!"
"What?"
Hearing this, everyone's bodies trembled. They all lowered their heads. In the next moment, an even greater uproar erupted.
"He is Li Yi!"
"Li Yi from" Immortal Magpie Bridge "?"
"That" Drinking Alone Under the Moon "was also written by him?"
...
...
The moment they saw the name of the poem, the shock in their hearts exceeded the poem itself.
Ever since the Mid-Autumn Festival a month ago, everyone had their own guesses as to who the author of "Immortal Magpie Bridge" was. But it was undeniable that this person's talent was astonishing. With just one Mid-Autumn Festival poem, he had already been elevated to the same status as Yang Yanzhou and Shen Zhao.
Including Yang Yanzhou, who knew how many people wanted to meet this scholar named Li Yi, but no one was able to do so.
No one thought that he would appear in such a manner. With a wave of his hand, he produced an extremely high standard Mid-Autumn Festival poem. Not just Shen Zhao, but even among all the scholars in the Jing Kingdom, who could compare to him?
Thinking of this, everyone couldn't help but glance at Shen Zhao, who was still happily writing. The expressions on their faces were especially interesting.
A month ago, because of the "Immortal Magpie Bridge", Shen Zhao tore his proud work into pieces in front of all the scholars in Qing 'an Prefecture. He announced that he would never compose a Mid-Autumn Festival poem again … from today onwards, he probably wouldn't even be able to compose a Mid-Autumn Festival poem.
"'If two lovers love each other for a long time, why would they stay together day and night'..."
"'Raising a cup to the bright moon, the shadow becomes three people'..."
"'May we live together for a long time' …"
Yang Yanzhou muttered to himself and a self-mocking smile appeared on his face. He said, "Everyone says that I, Yang Yanzhou, am the number one scholar in Qing 'an Prefecture. When I compete with others, I have never tasted defeat in poetry. Today, I know that there are people better than you. From now on, the title of number one scholar in Qing' an Prefecture should not be mentioned again …"
"Brother Yanzhou …"
Scholar Wan opened his mouth, but in the end, he only patted his shoulder and didn't say anything.
"The Immortal on the Magpie Bridge", "Drinking Alone Under the Moon", "Shuidiao Getou", these poems were enough to scare many people to death. If Yang Yanzhou still carried the title of the foremost scholar in Qing An Prefecture, this was not praise for him, but a great mockery.
He looked at the back of the scholar with a complicated expression and sighed in his heart …
Since Li Yi was born, how could Yang Yanzhou be born?
He couldn't help but look in Shen Zhao's direction. He must have committed too many sins in his past life to have to compete with this kind of person. After today, Shen Zhao would probably have a hard time keeping a foothold among the scholars in Qing An Prefecture.
"Look, even though this style of writing is not restricted by rules, the strokes are smooth, the structure is simple, and the strokes are continuous. Amidst the frenzy, there is a hint of elegance. I'm afraid that he is quite accomplished in calligraphy!" A scholar stared at the manuscript on the table and suddenly exclaimed.
When the crowd heard this, they all lowered their heads to look at it. For some reason, the words that looked like a child's scribble now looked much more pleasing to the eye. There seemed to be a certain rhythm between the lines. Thinking about it carefully, what the scholar said just now did seem to make some sense.
"Brother Wang's words are reasonable. Our eyes were blind and almost made a mistake!"
"Not bad, not bad. How could someone with such talent not know calligraphy?"
"Could it be that this style was created by this brother?"
…
…
Yang Yanzhou stood to the side and listened to the discussions of the crowd. A trace of doubt floated onto his face.
Could it be that the other party's cultivation level was too high? Even with his skill in calligraphy, he could not comprehend the beauty of this style?
Even Li Yi couldn't help but blush when he heard these words.
He coughed to hide the awkwardness in his heart. When he put down his brush, he saw Li Xuan, Wan Ruoqing, Zeng Zuimo, and the others standing behind him. They looked at him with a complicated expression.
"What is it? Is there ink on my face?" Li Yi was stunned and asked in confusion.
He reached out and wiped his face. He looked down at his palms. There was no ink?
No one nodded and no one spoke. Li Xuan looked at him with a burning gaze. It was as if he was meeting him for the first time.
Originally, he thought that the other party was an interesting scholar who was good at painting, greedy for money, and had a low tolerance for alcohol. On top of that, he had cured his mother's depression. His impression of him improved greatly and he was willing to interact with him …
But who would have thought that this scholar, who did not have any outstanding qualities other than his good looks, was so talented that even the top scholar of Qing 'an Prefecture had to admit defeat?
This guy was even better at hiding than he was!
Wan Ruoqing, Zeng Zuimo, and the others were just as shocked as he was.
First, they found out that the young master from yesterday was Li Yi, the one who created "Immortal Magpie Bridge". Before they could recover, "Shuidiao Getou" appeared out of nowhere. Not only did it stun all the scholars present, it also stunned them.
Especially when they remembered that he was a member of the Yunying Poetry Society in name, they all wondered if they were dreaming …
"Pah!"
Shen Zhao threw the brush in his hand onto the table. The writing on the Xuan paper was vigorous and powerful. It was vigorous and free. Even if one ignored the content, it could still be considered a good piece of calligraphy.
After all, his reputation as the second scholar did not come from nowhere. To be recognized by so many proud scholars in Qing 'an Prefecture, Shen Zhao definitely had some ability.
He turned his head and saw that the scholar opposite him seemed to have finished writing. The corner of his mouth twitched and he strode over.
Because of the distance, when Shen Zhao was concentrating on writing, he did not hear the discussion. At this moment, he walked in front of Li Yi's table and lowered his head to look. His expression froze for a moment, then he laughed loudly.
"Is this your work, or is it a child's random scribbling?"
At this moment, Shen Zhao no longer had any doubts about the outcome of this competition.
However, as he laughed, his laughter gradually became softer.
Because at this moment, he was the only one laughing.
The surrounding talents all looked at him with a strange expression.
The smile on Shen Zhao's face froze. An extremely bad feeling suddenly arose in his heart.
"Brother Shen …"
At this moment, Su Wentian walked over in a daze. In his hand was a paper raft. He looked at Li Yi with a complicated expression and handed the paper raft to Shen Zhao.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
