Chapter 13 Literary Contest
Seeing that Xie Xunfeng agreed, Xiao Yiran did not linger.
As he said this, he was about to return to the palace.
Although the queen promised to let them be together.
But in name only, Xie Xunfeng and Xiao Nalan are still engaged.
She doesn't fit in here.
Seeing this, Xie Xunfeng did not try to keep her and sent her back to the palace.
After all, if love between two people is long-lasting, why does it matter if they are together day and night?
Xie Xunfeng also told Guan Chong to stop wasting time and asked him to take Jing Fei to Zuixian Tower and wait.
After seeing Xiao Yiran off, Xie Xunfeng went to Zuixianlou.
Zuixianlou is located on the most prosperous street in Longyang City and is the best restaurant in Longyang City.
Because it is a commercial street, horse-drawn carriages are not allowed to pass through.
The design concept has the feel of a modern pedestrian street.
Xie Xunfeng walked in.
Before I reached Zuixianlou, I was attracted by a teahouse full of people.
There is a fighting stage in front of the teahouse.
In the ring
There was a man in a black robe standing on the stage, holding a flag in his hand.
"I've been here for three days! I've set up a literary competition, but no one is my opponent! Doesn't your Great Xia claim to be a country founded on literature, with millions of scholars! Now in this capital, there is not a single person who can match me! In my opinion, the scholars of your Great Xia are all mediocre! I, Mo Xiaonian, alone can overturn your Great Xia's literary world! Hahahaha, if you haven't come yet, from today on, I will be the number one in your Great Xia's literary world!"
The man is extremely arrogant!
The scholars in the audience were indignant.
However, they all looked fearful.
In a private room above the teahouse.
An old man with white hair and eyebrows, wearing a white robe.
The old man looked at the situation in the literary arena calmly.
A handsome man at the side said to the old man, " Teacher , this guy is too arrogant! Let me go meet him."
The old man shook his head and said, "Yuan Yao, although this boy has an arrogant and presumptuous personality, he does have some literary talent. If you go, I'm afraid you will return empty-handed."
"Teacher, are we going to allow this fellow to humiliate the literary world of Daxia here?" Yuan Yao said with a frown.
"Wait a little longer! If there is no one who can be his opponent, then I will have to do it." The old man with white hair and eyebrows stroked his beard and said calmly.
"Teacher, is it necessary for you to intervene against a mere arrogant servant?"
The old man said with a bitter look on his face, "Based on my observations these days, even if I take action, I'm afraid I don't have the confidence to defeat him."
Yuan Yao was shocked, even though he knew he was no match for him.
This Mo Xiaonian has come to show off his writing skills
He has defeated hundreds of scholars, some of whom are extremely talented.
But he is no match for Mo Xiaonian at all.
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Xie Xunfeng didn't want to meddle in other people's business.
But thinking that there will be a garden party tomorrow, I don’t know what level the ancient poems from my time would be compared to here.
I promised Xiao Yiran that I would win the prize for him.
If the people here are very good at poetry and songs, then I have to prepare early.
I just thought I could use this thing to practice.
However, the original owner's identity was too dazzling, and it seemed that everyone in Longyang City knew him.
He didn't want to shine too brightly.
I happened to see a man selling New Year masks nearby.
Xie Xunfeng bought one, put it on, and returned to the literary platform.
"I want to challenge you!" Xie Xunfeng said to Mo Xiaonian on the ring .
As soon as Xie Xunfeng said this.
Everyone's eyes turned to him.
Fortunately, I was wearing a mask.
Otherwise, if everyone finds out that it is a fool who wants to challenge, they probably won’t let him participate.
Mo Xiaonian looked at Xie Xunfeng wearing a mask and said, "Sir, you don't even show your true face. Are you afraid of losing and being embarrassed later?"
Xie Xunfeng ignored his provocation and said, "Just tell me whether you dare to accept it or not."
Mo Xiaonian laughed and said to Xie Xunfeng, "What a joke! Why wouldn't I dare? I set up the literary challenge just to accept the challenge."
Xie Xunfeng nodded and said to Mo Xiaonian, "Okay, how do we compete?"
"Poetry, songs, or couplets. Choose one." Mo Xiaonian said
"Let's compete in writing poetry." Xie Xunfeng said to Mo Xiaonian.
Mo Xiaonian said with disdain, "Okay, just draw a topic from this bucket and write a poem."
Xie Xunfeng did as he was told and pulled out a bamboo stick.
It says "mountain"
Mo Xiaonian saw the topic, smiled slightly, and then said, "I have already written a poem on this topic. I will use the previous one to respond."
Xie Xunfeng searched casually in his mind and saw some paper and pen beside him.
Xie Xunfeng picked up the brush and began to write.
“When you look from the side, you see a mountain range; when you look from the front, you see peaks; they look different from different distances and heights; you cannot see the true face of Mount Lu because you are inside it!”
After reading it, Mo Xiaonian stood there in a daze.
I couldn't help but exclaim, "What a great poem!"
He was not only shocked by Xie Xunfeng 's poems, but also by his calligraphy, which was as sharp as iron and silver.
Xie Xunfeng said to Mo Xiaonian, "How do we judge the winner now?"
Without saying anything, Mo Xiaonian knelt on one knee excitedly and said to Xie Xunfeng, "Sir, this seven-character poem of yours! I dare not say that there will be no better one, but I dare say that this poem has never been written before! You win!"
Mo Xiaonian's words shocked everyone at the scene.
You have to know that Mo Xiaonian was still pretending to be cool just a second ago.
Many scholars in the audience gathered around.
"What a wonderful line: I cannot see the true face of Mount Lu because I am already in it! Great poem, great poem!"
"Not only is the poem good, the calligraphy is even better! It is thin and straight, with hooks at the end of the horizontal strokes and dots at the end of the vertical strokes. The left stroke is like a dagger, the right stroke is like a knife, and the vertical hook is slender!"
Xie Xunfeng looked at everyone's reactions and now he had an idea in his mind.
He wanted to run away without saying a word.
However, he was stopped by Mo Xiaonian.
"Sir, what is your name? What other works do you have?"
Before Xie Xunfeng could answer, the scholars nearby exclaimed.
"Old Master Wen is here! Old Master Wen is here! Everyone, make way..."
The crowd made way for him, and Old Man Wen walked up slowly, leaning on a cane.
He walked straight onto the stage and looked at Xie Xunfeng's calligraphy and poems.
After reading it, I couldn't help but tremble and said, "There is a successor to the literary world of Daxia... There is a successor!"
After that, he turned to the masked Xie Xunfeng and said, "Sir, what is your name and who is your teacher?"
Xie Xunfeng had never expected that his momentary impulse would cause such a big incident.
"Don't tell outsiders! I just got excited on the spur of the moment..." Xie Xunfeng said and was about to leave.
Old Master Wen said to Xie Xunfeng, "Sir, I am hosting a poetry party in the garden tomorrow. I wonder if I can have the honor of inviting you to attend! If you don't want to show up, you can wear a mask and attend!"
As he said this, he asked Yuan Yao who was standing beside him to hand over a gold-stamped invitation card written by Old Master Wen himself.
