Time, enough rest, naturally he will burst into witty remarks for everyone to feast their eyes on. After all, Brother Chen is nicknamed Wolong, don’t you think so, Brother Chen?"

Not far away, another young scholar seemed to be speaking for Chen Shaojun, but as soon as the word "Wolong" came out of his mouth, all the scholars in the entire assembly burst into laughter:

"Hahaha, Wolong? I think he's a sleepyhead, right?"

"Still staying up late at night to read? Yesterday in class, he was made to stand by his master, and he fell asleep even while standing. He was dozing off when he was just composing a poem. Does he look like that kind of person?"

"Hehe, the people of Ziju school only have this ability, but they are also known as disciples of Confucius!"

…

Chen Shaojun took in everyone's reactions and looked calm and unmoved, as if they were talking about another person.

Human relationships are like drinking water, and one knows whether one is warm or cold. They are mocking themselves like this just to anger him and drive him out of the Bamboo Forest Meeting. If it were his previous self, he might actually leave the meeting in anger and leave in humiliation.

, but he is completely different now than before.

If he was a pearl covered in dust before, now, this pearl has revealed its true colors.

What's more important is——

In addition to refining weapons, he is the number one talent in the immortal world!

His body straightened slightly, and Chen Shaojun naturally exuded an elegant and elegant temperament, like snow and pine.

"Who said I can't write poetry?"

Chen Shaojun suddenly spoke in front of everyone.

This rebuttal came out of the blue, and for a moment, the entire gathering fell into silence. Everyone looked at Chen Shaojun in silence. Obviously, no one expected that Chen Shaojun, who had always been timid, would actually say such rebuttal in public.

Chen Shaojun smiled calmly, and under the surprised gazes of everyone, he suddenly leaned over and picked up the narrow strip of snow paper from the floating wooden tray.

This precious snow-covered paper, which is as frosty as snow and well-known throughout the capital, has only one simple word, "Chrysanthemum". Looking at this word, Chen Shaojun smiled:

"It's not that I can't do it, it's just that I don't bother to do it. The theme of plum blossoms, orchids, chrysanthemums and bamboos every year is the four gentlemen in this article, year after year, there is no change. Since I am writing poetry, and the competition is talent, then naturally

It should be difficult, Xie Chuan, are you right to say this?"

In the last sentence, Chen Shaojun's target is directly at Xie Chuan.

As soon as the words fell, the crowd burst into shocking laughter:

"Hahaha, this is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard in my life! Chen Shaojun can compose poetry, and he said it must be difficult? Let's talk about it if you can do it!"

"Chen Shaojun, what kind of virtue do we not know about you? Before you make a fool of yourself, you'd better admit your mistake to us and leave quickly!"

…

A famous scholar looked at Chen Shaojun, his eyes full of sarcasm.

"Oh, Chen Shaojun, you should be moderate even if you don't overestimate your capabilities. Although I don't know what you think, but since you want to humiliate yourself, then I will help you. Tell me, what difficulty method do you want?"

Above the stream, Xie Chuan smiled lightly, slowly put down the "Analects of Confucius" in his hand, and said casually.

Chen Shaojun smiled, Xie Chuan's attitude was completely what he expected.

"It's very simple. The title remains the same. Within half a cup of tea, we compose poems at the same time, but the word "chrysanthemum" cannot appear in the poems! How about it?"

Chen Shaojun smiled lightly and looked calm:

"Of course, Xie Chuan, if you are afraid, I won't force you. Just pretend I didn't say this. After drinking this glass of wine, I will leave on my own."

After saying that, Chen Shaojun picked up the wine glass on the table, drank it all suddenly, then got up from the table and turned around to leave.

"Wait a minute!"

Seeing this scene, a sullen look flashed in Xie Chuan's eyes:

"Chen Shaojun, when did I say I wouldn't agree?"

"Oh, so Mr. Xie agreed?"

Chen Shaojun turned around.

"Humph, I can promise you!"

Xie Chuan's expression was slightly cold. With his status, he would naturally disdain to compete with a mediocre person whose talent had not even improved. However, since he was so ignorant of praise and challenged him in front of everyone, he didn't mind fighting hard.

Teach him a lesson:

"But Chen Shaojun, if you lose, I want you to withdraw from the Bamboo Forest Gathering immediately and never participate in any such gathering. In addition..., if you fail, you must admit in front of everyone that the Ziju School is inferior.

Our son Zhang School!"

At the end of the sentence, an imperceptible smile suddenly appeared on Xie Chuan's lips. There are many schools of Confucianism. At that time, Confucius had seventy-two disciples. These disciples were passed down from generation to generation, giving rise to Zi Zhang's Confucianism, Zi Si's Confucianism, and Yan's Confucianism.

and many other Confucian schools.

Each family considers itself orthodox and advocates different ideas and doctrines.

Although Confucianism is modest in nature, competition is fierce when it comes to schools and Confucian orthodoxy. Among them, the academic dispute between the Zizhang School, to which Xie Chuan's father belongs, and the Ziju School, to which Chen Shaojun's father belongs, is the most intense.

fierce.

Xie Chuan targets Chen Shaojun everywhere, which is also related to this.

For people in Confucianism and Taoism, the dispute between schools is even more important than life.

Chen Shaojun was taught by his father, so he was naturally from the Ziju school. If Chen Shaojun said that Ziju school was inferior to Zizhang school, it would mean that Zizhang school had completely surpassed Ziju school.

——This is something that even his father has not done.

What's more important is that although Chen Shaojun presented a lot of problems, Xie Chuan didn't believe that he could do it.

Xie Chuan originally thought that Chen Shaojun would think for a long time, but unexpectedly, Chen Shaojun's reply was much faster than he expected.

"good!"

Chen Shaojun said with confidence.

As soon as the voice fell, everyone was in an uproar. Xie Chuan's eyelids twitched fiercely, as if someone had stabbed him with a needle.

Seeing the serious look on Chen Shaojun's face, not only Xie Chuan, but also all the officials and officials in Liushangqushui and the Bamboo Forest Assembly were stunned.

No one expected that Chen Shaojun would take the initiative to challenge Xie Chuan, and he actually meant it.

Is this really the same Chen Shaojun they knew?

"Hahaha, Chen Shaojun, you are asking for humiliation. Let me see how you challenge Mr. Xie!"

Zhou Yuan suddenly shouted, and with one sentence, everyone burst into laughter.

Chen Shaojun smiled and did not argue. He straightened his body, took the inconspicuous rat-whisker pen on the side, dipped it in ink, and spread out the rice paper at hand with one hand.

"Oh, I am impatient, careless, and just trying to please others."

Xie Chuan smiled and didn't take it seriously. He took the rice paper and the gold brocade and white beard pen next to him, rested his chin slightly with one hand, and began to think.

Good poems are the result of hard work and painstaking efforts. No matter what Chen Shaojun put into it, he couldn't write any good poems just because he didn't think much about it and was ready to write on paper so quickly.

However, just when Xie Chuan lowered his head and was about to concentrate on thinking about his poem, suddenly, something unexpected happened.

"Boom!"

Without any warning, the crowd suddenly went into an uproar. Even Zhou Yuan and Lu Zhi beside Xie Chuan didn't know why they suddenly stood up. Everyone looked in one direction with shock on their faces.

"Quick! Look there!"

"Chen Shaojun, haze actually appeared on Chen Shaojun's paper!"

"How could such a thing be possible? Am I dazzled? How could he do it?!"

"The writing creates an image, the writing creates an image! There is actually someone in our poetry meeting this time who can write an image!!"

…

Xie Chuan was startled and raised his head suddenly. Across the entire stream, he saw Chen Shaojun sitting upright with his body upright. In his hand, an inconspicuous rat-whisker pen was dancing like dragons and phoenixes, and the pen was like a snake. It was very powerful.

A flavor.

But this is not Xie Chuan's focus.

"impossible!!"

Following everyone's gaze, Xie Chuan fell on Chen Shaojun's paper. He saw that on the three-foot-square rice paper, following Chen Shaojun's strokes, a brilliant wisp of haze slowly rose up, lingering and getting closer and closer.

The more you gather.

"Words create haze!"

A sudden thought flashed through Xie Chuan's mind, and his eyes widened suddenly.

Heaven and earth are endowed with literary spirit. Whenever there are exquisite poems and articles appearing in the world, heaven and earth will react. Depending on the article, the grade of the poem will show different phenomena to prove the extraordinaryness of the article.

This is called article manifestation.

The appearance of articles is divided into five levels. From high to bottom, they are the arrival of saints, the appearance of ghosts and gods, the writing of heaven and earth, the writing of candles in the sky and the people, and the writing of images. Each of these five levels is extremely difficult to achieve. Among Confucianism and Taoism, only writing is the most accomplished.

Only talented people can do it.

The words are born with haze, which is the highest state in the first stage of writing and forming images!

Xie Chuan has been hailed as a child prodigy since he was a child. He is already full of talents at a young age. However, only when he occasionally gets inspiration and his articles and poems are sublimated, can he start writing and reach the first level. However, only
To be continued...