Chapter 241 240. Peerless Poetry (Subscribe!)
"Drinking Song".

Li Bai created countless excellent works in his life, and his words alone represent half of the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

This poem can be said to be the pinnacle, with every sentence being a classic and every word being a gem.

The opening is grand and exciting, and the following sentences are heroic and philosophical.

In the end, the momentum accumulated layer by layer, which should have been earth-shattering, but it turned out to be free and easy and indifferent, forgetting the worldly world.

Mingyue Tower.

When the first line of the poem was written by Xu Qing.

All around, a magnificent chanting sound rang out in the void, the sound shook the sky and spread thousands of miles away, resounding like thunder.

next moment.

The city-wide snow and wind that enveloped the Imperial Capital rolled in like a tide, converging above the Mingyue Tower.

Hua la la. Hua la la.
The melting snowflakes turned into flowing water, forming a mighty river that stretched across the entire imperial capital.

The water of the great river comes from the sky!
At this moment, everyone in the imperial capital, whether common people or cultivators and nobles, looked up and saw the strange phenomenon in the sky.

Imperial College.

This is the highest official institution of learning in Dasheng, a place where culture and wisdom converge, and a holy place that countless Confucian scholars yearn for.

At this time, an old man with a gaunt face, after hearing the singing in the air, flew to the highest point of the prison without caring about his manners and looked at the mighty river flowing in the sky.

"What courage! What courage!" The old man's eyes were shining, he was very excited, and a flush as if he was drunk appeared on his face.

Then the second sentence came from afar, making the old man even more excited, just like drinking a glass of ice water in the dog days of summer, making his whole body feel refreshed.

"Good! Good! Good! What a beautiful girl whose hair is as black as black in the morning and as white as snow in the evening!"

After saying "OK" three times in a row, the old man took a step forward, his figure disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was already at Mingyue Tower.

What he didn't expect was that the person who wrote this peerless poem was not his Confucian disciple, but a Taoist priest.

The old man blew his nose and glared: "How foolish! With such literary talent, why don't you practice Confucianism but Taoism?!"

"Master Jijiu, what you said is biased. What's wrong with practicing Taoism with literary talent?" The figure of Taoist Qingshan, the master of Baiyun Temple, slowly appeared beside the old man.

It turned out that this old man was the chief academic officer of the Imperial College and one of the big figures in the imperial capital.

The Imperial Academy's chief priest shook his head and said, "If this boy studies Confucianism, with his literary talent, he will surely be canonized as a saint in the future."

Taoist Qingshan smiled slightly: "He can also become an immortal through practicing Taoism. He is the disciple of Qingxu."

"The headmaster of Yuanfu Temple?" The chief academician of the Imperial College was shocked.

Taoist Qingshan smiled but did not answer. His eyes were fixed on Xu Qing, who was the center of attention in the field.

He asked Xu Qing to make some big noise to attract attention from all parties, but he didn't expect that he would use this method.

Interesting and interesting.

The imperial capital is the territory of the royal family, but it is also the territory of Confucian scholars. After all, civil officials still have the most power in the court.

A Taoist priest is more talented in writing than all the literati in the city. This is a blatant slap in their faces!

I thought that the disciple Qingxu accepted would be more calm than his senior brothers and sisters, but it turns out that birds of a feather flock together.

The chief academician of the Imperial College felt like punching someone when he saw Taoist Qingshan acting like a hermit again.

But we can't disturb the Taoist who is composing poetry right now.

If you interrupt the other person's train of thought, you will be blamed for it.

Xu Qing didn't know that the chief academician of the Imperial College and the abbot of Baiyun Temple had come to Mingyue Tower. At this moment, he was immersed in the poem, writing the third, fourth and fifth sentences.

It was written in one stroke, with great elegance and vigor, shocking ghosts and gods. As soon as the extremely free and heroic verses came out, everyone seemed to see a hero wearing a sword, drinking, looking up to the sky and laughing as he went out.

Be free and unrestrained, travel far and wide in the world, and everyone in the world will recognize you.

Xie Qingyi recited the three lines of poetry over and over again. The heroic and free-spirited spirit in them was evident in her words, which made her very happy.

The chanting in the void became more and more majestic.

All the gold, jade and sword objects in the imperial capital city suddenly vibrated, interweaving with the sound of the river flowing in the sky, composing a faint and loud sound.

In the universities in the capital, Confucian students looked at the jade plates hanging around their waists vibrating in amazement.

A gentleman should wear jade, and the place with the most jade in the capital is the academy.

Another place is naturally the imperial palace.

In this imperial capital, when it comes to the number of gold and jade artifacts, where else can compare with this most supreme and precious palace in the world?

In the palace.

Several guards hiding in the dark opened their eyes and the power in their bodies vibrated, trying to suppress the vibration.

"Stop making such a fuss." A eunuch walked out of the hall and looked at Mingyue Tower from afar. "This is the sound of gold and jade. It is a phenomenon produced by the resonance between the scholar's humanities and the heaven and earth."

"Can you still fight against the trend of heaven and earth?"

As soon as those words fell, the guards immediately restrained their strength.

The eunuch's eyes flickered. "The Taoist priest from Yuanfu Temple is going to Beijing. Is he going to take over the position of inspector of Beiji Exorcism Court? It seems that there will be another storm in the capital."

at the same time.

The director and deputy director of the Imperial Observatory stood in the corridor upstairs, leaning on the railing and looking out.

"This poem is very well written." The deputy supervisor smiled approvingly, "I was born with talents that will be useful, and even if I spend all my money, I will get it back. I wonder how many heroes will sang this line in the future."

"Unfortunately, it is a poem written by Taoist Yuanfu Temple."

The supervisor replied without thinking: "There is a sword in this poem."

"Yes, there is sword spirit in this poem." Elsewhere in the city, three swordsmen held down the vibrating swords in their hands.

"This sword spirit has the air of a scholar, the heroic spirit of a knight, it is unrestrained, romantic, and magnificent. I wonder if this poet practices swordsmanship. If he does, I really want to compete with him."

The entire imperial city was shaken by a poem. Even illiterate common people could feel the beauty of the poem when they heard the poem chanting in the void.

One by one, they spontaneously flocked to Mingyue Tower.

In Mingyue Tower, Xu Qing's fingers kept moving and his pen was still moving.

"Master Cen, Mr. Danqiu, let's drink. Don't stop. I hope I can stay drunk forever. Why do you say you don't have enough money?"

When the scholar in Mingyue Tower heard the sentence "Since ancient times, all sages and wise men have been lonely, only drinkers leave their names."

His face was filled with excitement and he shouted, "That's right! That's right! It will all be clear."

But just as he stretched out his hand, his companion beside him had already picked up the wine jug, breathing heavily, as if he had seen a peerless beauty: "Peerless poem, peerless poem! Drink it!"

"My wine!" the scholar wailed.

"Shut up!" Xie Qingyi, the owner of Mingyue Tower, had a frosty face and shouted in a delicate voice. How dare you make a noise and disturb the world with such poems? What if you disturbed the other party?
In the last moment, Xie Qingyi had cursed these two scholars countless times in her heart.

The chief academician of the Imperial College was also very angry. Even he had to be cautious here. These two scholars really didn't know what was good for them.

Xu Qing was not affected at all and wrote the last sentence word by word.

(End of this chapter)