Chapter 318

On the main table, Yang Ting gave a faint smile and said in a low voice: "it's no wonder that No. 1 scholar Lang can only be a bachelor in the Imperial Academy. The pattern is too general. "

Next to Xu Yanqi, he said: "sure! Although the number one scholar Lang in the past dynasties has a lot of scenery, few of them can become famous officials and generals. On the contrary, they are ordinary Jinshi, who make great efforts to govern and are famous forever. If we talk about the pattern of heart and mind, brother Yang is better than number one scholar Lang! "

"Ha ha!" Yang Ting gave a dry smile twice, grew up and said with a smile, "I'll try one!"

As soon as Yang Ting got up, the students all around cheered.

Yang Ting has a distinguished status, and is known for his talent and reputation. He is excellent in both culture and martial arts. As the leader of this year's freshmen and the representative of the first class, he has long been concerned by many people.

Yang Ting breathed out a deep voice and said: "the bright moon comes out of Tianshan Mountain, between the vast sea of clouds. Long wind tens of thousands of miles, blowing through the Yumen pass. When the Han Dynasty went down Baideng Road, Hu peeped into Qinghai Bay. There is no one to return the origin of the battle. "

As soon as the poem was chanted, it immediately won the full house.

The applause is thunderous and lasting.

As soon as an expert makes a move, he will know if there is one. Yang Ting's poem is grand in spirit and lofty in conception. It has not only a complete set of three elements of water, moon and people, but also a brilliant artistic conception with the spirit of swallowing mountains and rivers.

In addition, Yang Ting himself is tall and slender, with a pair of red phoenix eyes shining and bright, and his appearance is much better than that of the weak and short number one scholar.

As soon as the poem came out, many people on the scene were chanting it carefully and it was catchy.

"Good poem! What a poem! Yang Ting deserves to be the first class leader. This poem is very good! Drink to this poem He clapped his hands and raised his glass.

With this sentence, the whole audience raised their glasses and drank together for the good poem.

Wine into the liver and gallbladder, into a warm current. "Who else thinks he can make a better poem than these two! Please stand up

Three times in a row, there was only laughter around, but no one stood up.

At this time, Yang Ting himself stood up, raised his glass and said with a smile: "during the Mid Autumn Festival, our classmates meet friends with poems and sing their aspirations with poems, so we don't have to be different. I propose that each student representative at my desk write an impromptu poem, and then invite the grand sacrifice wine to the two judges for comments. "

Yang Ting's words were very beautiful, and the most important thing was not to embarrass the atmosphere. As for those students who didn't want to make a fool of themselves, they didn't have to write poems, so they immediately won a lot of praise.

The sacrificial wine nodded and said with a smile, "good! If each of us in Guozijian wrote a poem, I'm afraid that if we go on like this, we won't be able to win or lose even if the moon goes down. According to what you mean, let the students at the main table write a poem on behalf of each class. "

Yang Ting got the support of the big sacrifice wine and sat down triumphantly. His eyes shot at Shen Jianxin fiercely, and his eyes were full of provocation.

I've been humiliated by you several times before, but I'll see how you make a fool of yourself this time! Yang Ting sneered in his heart.

Shen Jianxin didn't care about Yang Ting's provocation at all. He was thinking about something else in his mind.

Just now, Shen Jianxin tried to observe these literati with the skill of observing Qi, and found a very interesting change.

For example, the number one scholar just now, when he was reciting poetry, his Qi changed obviously. In the process of reciting poetry, his Qi changed from weak to strong. At the climax of poetic prosperity, his Qi was not even weaker than that of the innate martial arts.

But at the end of the poem recitation, his spirit suddenly declined and became the standard of ordinary people.

There is also the great sacrifice wine. Every time he speaks in public, his Qi also changes and increases to a certain extent. However, the Qi of this great sacrificial wine was more than several times stronger than that of ordinary literati, so the increase of Qi was not as big as the fluctuation of Lang's poetry.

As for Yang Ting? Shen Jianxin really didn't want to look at him. He just glanced at him. When he was reading the poem, he was full of both voice and emotion, but his whole spirit didn't change.

In Shen Jianxin's opinion, these situations only show one thing, that is, Yang Ting cheated. His poems are not his own. He recited them well in advance, so there is no change in his spirit.

Of course, Shen Jianxin's observation of these breath changes is not to expose Yang Ting's cheating, but to prove one thing, that is, the classification of Qi.

According to what I have just seen, these literati can have not only literary spirit, but also the so-called noble and upright spirit. Even at certain times, they can turn into an opportunity to stimulate the vitality of heaven and earth. That's why there is a saying that injustice leads to cry.

Shen Jianxin has read a lot recently. He knows that the so-called three religions, Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, all have their own ways of inducing Qi, which can arouse the vitality of heaven and earth, trigger the visions of heaven and earth, and even turn them into means of attack.

However, although the martial arts competitors of the three religions are more likely to arouse the resonance of heaven and earth, the means of attack are rather simple and fluctuate greatly, which is not the real way of killing.

Wufu has proved that the skills of killing people and the realm of cultivation are much sharper than those in the three religions.

Shen Jian's heart has already reached people. He feels that the whirlpool of vitality he has mastered is similar to the means of communicating with heaven in the three religions. When he encounters a low level of martial arts, he will not go against the odds. As long as he needs to go to the secret realm, he will not be able to use it well.

"Shen Jian, it's your turn! You don't want your maid to write poetry for you, do you

Suddenly, an obviously sarcastic voice interrupted Shen Jianxin's reverie and brought him back to reality.

"Ah? What's my turn? " Shen Jianxin was stunned for a moment. He was just thinking about the profound meaning of martial arts. He really had no sense of the outside world.

"Ha ha! Is he playing dumb? " There was a burst of laughter in the crowd.

"Don't embarrass him! Didn't you see that in order to avoid composing poems, he even gave up his position to the maid? "

"It's said that he is a student of donation class recommended by qintianjian! If you want him to see a star, maybe it's OK, just write a poem! "

"It's said that Shen Jian is good at martial arts. He has a stupid younger brother who is very good at martial arts. He was captured by the royal guards Yamen. He is still a living dead man now!"

For a moment, all eyes were fixed on Shen Jianxin, talking and laughing.

Yang Ting gave a smile with a pretentious demeanor and said, "Shen Jianxin, if you can't write poetry, you just have to drink three cups in a row and admit that you are full of straw bags and have a whole body of brute force!"

"Poetry?" Shen Jianxin frowned, shook his head and laughed.

At this time, Liu Xiang blinked at Shen Jianxin and motioned him to look to the other side.

Shen Jianxin turned his head and saw Su Wanqing's pretty face slightly red. He gently pushed the tea cup around him in front of him.

A piece of paper as thin as a cicada's wing was pressed under the tea cup, on which four lines of graceful small characters were written in regular script.

With Shen Jianxin's eyesight, he could easily see the handwriting on it.

"The Jade Terrace is white dew, and the night is long. But under the crystal curtain, Linglong looks at the autumn moon. "

This is a graceful poem, which contains three elements of water, moon and people. The style of the poem is fresh and moving, and it is also quite talented.

It's su Wanqing's style. She is really brilliant. In such a short period of time, she wrote two songs in succession, one for herself and the other for Shen Jianxin to help him tide over the difficulties.

Shen Jianxin raised his head. Tiger's eyes looked around for a week. He was so fierce that it was quiet all around.

"I don't know how to write poetry! But I don't think the poems you just wrote are very good! "

The whole audience was shocked by this remark!