"He actually defeated Fan Hongyi."

"The dignified Fan Shaobao, a young talent with long-standing reputation, fell into the hands of Shen Zhui, who has no literary reputation at all. He has become a huge laughing stock."

"Perhaps someone else wrote this poem for Champion Hou?"

"Nonsense! Which great Confucian would give away three poems of the true divine words as a gift? It's just for a mere moonlight feast. This is unjustifiable!"

""Enter the Kyoto" depicts a high-spirited general with great ambitions. By "Shogun Fu", he has fully grown into a peerless general, depicting the general's bravery and general's demeanor. In my opinion, the former is exactly what he is writing now. The latter may be written for the future champion."

"The two venerable-level holy words poems are combined into one, and they become the true holy word poems. Together with "General Fu", tsk tsk, it is equivalent to three true holy word poems by one person. Looking at the banquets over the years, there are only four One hundred and fifty years ago, the great scholar Liu Haoran created the four sages, and the poems of the two true gods can be compared."

"I'm afraid it won't be long before the name of the champion will be famous in the 33rd heaven of the capital."

"I wonder if the champion has a disciple?"

"This... I'm afraid it won't happen. Marquis Wu has to go into a secret realm to practice for seven years, so there will be no time to teach his disciples."

"pity……"

"It's so wonderful to capture the king, so wonderful!"

Everyone in the Guanwen Hall was talking endlessly. The Moon Flower Banquet has been held for nearly five hundred years, but it was the first time in a hundred years that it was so lively. Not only the civil servants were shaking their heads and intoxicated, but also the generals. It gives rise to a feeling of pride.

In the past, this kind of banquet had little to do with their generals, but this time, the champion Hou Chenzhui was a real military genius. He was proud of them!

Not only them, but even the three great scholars were surprised by Shen Zhui's performance at this moment. Especially the great scholar Liu Haoran, who was good at this, stood up excitedly and laughed loudly: "One person composes three poems, one poem at a time." They are all extraordinary. It is truly a blessing for the literary world to have such a poem come into being!"

"It is indeed rare." Li Qingzheng nodded. "If he hadn't already achieved the position of Wuhou, I would have wanted to forcefully accept him as a disciple."

The fourth prince Ji Dan sitting next to him was slightly shocked. He had never seen the great scholar next to him so excited for a long time. To actually say such words, it was clear that Shen Zhui was amazed.

"Shen Zhui, this person must be brought under my command." A glimmer of light flashed in the eyes of the fourth prince Ji Dan.

Although Lin Zhizhong said nothing, a smile appeared on his serious face, and he was obviously very satisfied with Shen Zhui.

While the Guanwen Palace was bustling with activity, the Seventh Prince Ji Chen stood up and said with a smile: "Teacher, gentlemen, although the Holy Wen Beast has been dispersed, I, the Lord Guan Wen, have composed a total of four poems. Can I let the Holy Wen Beast How about we reunite and read the fourth poem?"

The fourth prince looked suffocated. This kind of favor-selling thing was actually overtaken by Ji Chen again!

Everyone reacted immediately.

Many of them remember that Shen Zhui wrote four poems.

There were three good poems in front of them, and everyone's interest was aroused by Ji Chen.

"Your Highness is right, the champion has a fourth song!"

"Let's see what the fourth song is!"

"Yes, the power of the True God's Word Poetry is much greater when it is displayed in the outside world. We can only appreciate it in the True Wen world."

"The lower official seconded the proposal."

Everyone immediately agreed.

Although it is not easy for the Holy Wen Beasts to reunite, and this has never happened before, but now that Shen Zhui is already the confirmed No. 1 in the poetry hall, there is no harm in reuniting the Holy Wen Beasts.

"What do you two adults think?" Liu Haoran looked at the two people next to him.

"Good." Li Qingzheng stroked his beard and said with a smile.

Lin Zhizhong also nodded.

"Go!" Liu Haoran waved his hand, and a soft white light suddenly appeared in Zhenwen World.

In the world of Zhenwen, many scholars who were waiting for the return of their spiritual thoughts discovered that where the Holy Wen beast exploded, another huge outline formed.

At the same time, a bright white figure appeared above the head of the Holy Wen Beast. It was the figure of the great scholar Liu Haoran.

"I've seen Mr. Liu!" Many scholars raised their hands, knowing that they were preparing to announce the ranking of poems in the Hall of Talents, but they didn't know why the Holy Wen Beast was asked to reappear.

"The Champion." Liu Haoran's eyes fell on Shen Zhui.

"Mr. Liu." Shen Zhui raised his hand.

Liu Haoran smiled and said: "I wonder if the champion is willing to make the fourth poem public?"

Shen Zhui hesitated slightly, then nodded and said, "Okay."

"Then I will be brave enough to sing the fourth song for the champion." Liu Haoran stretched out his hand.

Whoa~ The fourth volume of holy pages soared into the air and appeared in Liu Haoran's hand.

Holding the holy page in his hand, Liu Haoran's face turned slightly solemn. What a state he was in. He already knew the contents of the holy page even before it was unfolded.

"Teacher, what's wrong? Could it be that this fourth poem has not been completed yet?" Ji Chen, the seventh prince, felt a thump in his heart and suddenly became a little worried. He was making a name for Shen Zhui this time. If this fourth poem was not even completed, it would be difficult for him to become a poem.

, that would be self-defeating.

"No, if it doesn't become a poem, then Shen Zhui will never agree so quickly." Ji Chen took a deep breath, shook his head, and shook this thought out of his mind.

Naturally, those who were interested noticed the change in Liu Haoran's expression, and immediately thought of the seventh prince Ji Chen.

"Could it be that... the first three songs were really done by others, but this fourth song was written by Shen Zhui himself, and is actually clumsy?"

"This is a lot of fun. For a mere January banquet, I'm afraid..."

"Even if it's a sage-level poem, it won't embarrass the great scholar. I'm afraid it's really not that good."

"..."

The atmosphere suddenly became subtle.

Xu Qingzhi and Wang Shixin, who were both quick-thinking, all thought of this possibility and started to worry about Shen Zhui.

Zhang Wengu, on the other hand, quietly stared at the holy page in Liu Haoran's hand, praying silently: "It can't be turned into a poem, it can't be turned into a poem..."

As for Fan Hongyi, the prince Shaobao frowned. He vaguely felt that this was not the result he had hoped for. On the contrary, it might be something he did not want to see.

Otherwise, why does Shen Zhui look so calm and composed?

After a while, Liu Haoran said: "I have kept you waiting for a long time."

Immediately, Liu Haoran unrolled the holy page without further explanation.

The golden light condensed but never dispersed, and two large characters stood in the void - "National Tragedy"!

When fighting with a golden sword, we wear iron armor; when the ship is on the wrong side, we have to fight in close combat.

The sun is blocked by the sun, and the enemy is like a cloud; the arrows are falling, and the soldiers are fighting for the lead.

The voice of the rules echoed, and the Zhenwen world suddenly transformed from a scene of blue sky, white clouds, and green grassland into a huge battlefield!

Groups of warriors holding magic weapons and wearing battle armor came from the sky on warships. After a while, we and the enemy were intertwined, and the warships and magic soldiers were connected with each other.

The flag covers the sky and the sun, and the enemy is like a cloud, and the flying arrows fall, and the warriors fight bravely to take the lead.

The tense and chilling atmosphere was suddenly pushed to a climax. As Liu Haoran's voice of rules sounded, everyone's hearts were clenched, as if they were on the battlefield and they were the soldiers charging into the battle.

Everyone was suddenly shocked, and suddenly realized that this seemed to be a scene depicting a sect in West Antarctica against a foreign sect, and it was about a battle between realms!

"The remaining formations are still in the woods, and the left side is wounded by the right blade.

Two wheels of haze come to feed four horses, and jade canals come to support and the drums are beaten.

The sky is full of anger, and the mighty spirit is so angry that it kills them all and abandons the wilderness."

Dong Dong Dong~ There is a general beating the war drum on the battlefield!

The enemy rushed into the Great Zhou camp, and many military cities such as the Boundary-Breaking City Youming City were destroyed one after another! The Great Zhou soldiers roared and fought to the death!

The two torrents killed the gods, making the sky dark and the earth dark, and the gods were furious. A large number of soldiers died in the vast wilderness!

Although they are not in the Zhenwen world, they can all feel the atmosphere!

Now, everyone understood why Liu Haoran hesitated.

This is an elegy!

"Alas, the soldiers at the front are fighting bravely in West Antarctica to protect the territory of the Great Zhou Dynasty, but we are here to have fun..."

"If there are no soldiers who protect our country and fight to the death, where can the prosperity of Kyoto's interior be?"

"The general is high-spirited and travels thousands of miles to find a prince, but those soldiers who died in battle are the cornerstone of my great Zhou Dynasty!"

The tragic atmosphere spread inside and outside the Zhenwen world, and everyone fell silent.

In comparison, the song "Prosperous World" by Fan Hongyi seems a bit exaggerated.

"If you can't go in or out, you can't go in the opposite direction. The plains suddenly turn out to be too long.

If you carry a long sword and carry a strong bow, if your head and body are separated, your heart will not be punished."

Brutal fighting continued repeatedly. Although they risked their lives, there were still a large number of soldiers holding long swords, bows and crossbows, rushing towards the enemy. They had the heart to fight and the will to protect the territory and never surrender!

Liu Haoran continued to chant, with a solemn and high-pitched voice, and finished the remaining verses.

"Sincerity is both brave and martial, and ultimately strong and undefeatable."

"Since the body is dead, the spirit has become a spirit, and the soul has become a ghost!"

"Boom~" The golden light exploded! All the heroes and soldiers who died on the battlefield suddenly stood up again under the blessing of golden light.

The entire battlefield seemed to have come alive. The neat and orderly troops fought bravely and fought forward resolutely.
To be continued...