The small soldiers on the frontier at the beginning killed Liu Ye, the Han God of War, and Lu Lingqi

Chapter 275: The long river of literature is coming, replacing the heart of heaven with one’s own heart

A few more people recited a few more songs one after another, but whether it was wording, sentence making or conception, they were all far behind Yuan Wei, and they were not qualified to compete for the imperial master at all.

Just when everyone thought Yuan Wei would be the winner of the first round, Liu Ye finally put down the wine glass in his hand and slowly stood up.

For a moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Liu Ye. They didn't understand what the King of Qin wanted to do. Could it be that he also wanted to get involved?

Have you ever heard that this guy has talent in literature?

Yuan Wei frowned, and the scholar's intuition told him that something bad might happen.

As for Liu Hong, who was sitting on the dragon chair, he breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but curse in his heart: "This little bastard."

When I saw Liu Ye's nonchalant look earlier, I thought he was going to run away from the battle, so he had to wait until the end to show off.

"Now that everyone has finished reciting, I would like to show my shame."

Naturally, Liu Ye didn't know that Liu Hong was scolding him in his mind, so he took out a bottle of wine, took a swig and began to recite: "Golden bottles of sake are worth ten thousand."

This sentence, how should I put it, is quite satisfactory, and I don’t see much of it yet.

But one thing everyone is sure of is that this King of Qin does know some poetry and poetry.

Liu Ye picked up another delicacy on the jade plate and slowly recited the second sentence: "The treasures on the jade plate are worth ten thousand dollars."

But this time Liu Ye didn't eat anymore. Instead, he put down the jade plate and the wine bottle in his hand, and walked slowly to the center of the hall, with a trace of melancholy on his face: "I can't eat when I stop the cup and throw chopsticks. I draw my sword and look around with my heart at a loss."

The wine in the gold cup is worth ten thousand gold, and the food on the jade plate is worth ten thousand gold.

But the depression in my heart forced me to put down my cup and chopsticks.

He pulled out the sword in his hand and looked around, but there was only a sense of confusion in his heart.

At this moment, everyone in the court, no matter who they were, seemed to be affected by this poem. They all unconsciously put down their bowls and chopsticks, and the atmosphere seemed quite depressing for a while.

Suddenly, Liu Ye looked up at the sky, his gaze seemed to penetrate the hall, becoming sharp and deep.

"If you want to cross the Yellow River, which is blocked by ice, you will have to climb the snow-covered mountains of Taihang!"

Then he seemed to be drunk and sat down swaying.

"When I am free to fish on the Bixi River, I suddenly go on a boat and dream of the sun."

This sentence uses two allusions from history

That is, Jiang Shang was fishing in the Bixi River and waiting for the Ming Dynasty. In his dream, Yi Yin took a boat and passed by the sun.

Jiang Shang and Yi Yin are both saint-level beings, so everyone can naturally understand the meaning of these two allusions.

"Huh! I'm moaning for no reason."

As a top scholar, Yuan Wei was the first to break away from that confused state of mind.

Then he snorted coldly and brought everyone out together.

Of course he didn't do this out of kindness.

It would not be a good thing for him to keep everyone immersed in the artistic conception of this poem, so he decisively used literary style to break this atmosphere.

However, the next second, a sudden change occurred.

Liu Ye got up from the ground, picked up the wine bottle on the side and took another sip.

"It's hard to travel! It's hard to travel!"

"There are many different roads, where are you now?"

boom!

The literary energy in his body soared to the sky, and it seemed that in an instant, Liu Ye and the heaven and earth merged into one.

At this moment, in everyone's eyes, the entire hall disappeared, and everyone seemed to be in darkness, unable to see any light.

"what happened?"

"This is...a literary vision!"

"This son can actually trigger the long river of literature and art to come!"

For a moment, everyone was in shock.

Although the great Confucians use the literary mind as a medium, they can also trigger the temporary manifestation of the long river of literary education.

But one is active arrival and the other is passive manifestation. The concepts of the two are completely different.

To put it simply, the rules of this world have been completely controlled by the long river of literature.

At this time, Liu Ye's Qi was connected to the long river of literature, and here, he was the controller of the rules.

This is the true meaning of substituting one's own mind for the heaven's mind, and truly possessing the supreme power of having a single word spoken and all dharma accompanying it.

It can be said that if Liu Ye wanted to kill Yuan Wei at this time, it would be useless even if he held the weapon of the saint.

But Liu Ye didn't have this intention at all, and he couldn't express his pain now.

To be precise, he underestimated the power of this poem.

Even with his current reserve of literary talent, he still feels like he is about to be drained by this poem.

The Haoran righteousness in Liu Ye's body began to burn crazily, and even the tree of literature and art was swaying violently, constantly releasing the Haoran righteousness previously stored in it.

Even so, he still couldn't keep up with this terrifying consumption.

This poem was like a bottomless pit, wildly devouring the literary energy in his body.

This is Liu Ye, otherwise any fourth-grade Wenzong would have passed out at this moment.

Of course, once you get through it, the benefits won't come back, and you might not be able to break through to Great Confucianism in one fell swoop.

"This, what exactly is this poem?"

Yuan Wei couldn't help but tremble slightly at this time.

As a great scholar, he is naturally a knowledgeable person.

Based on this astonishing literary phenomenon alone, it can be inferred that once this poem is fully sung, it will definitely be earth-shattering!

But he couldn't figure out how could Liu Ye, a warrior, have such high attainments in poetry?

Not only Yuan Wei, but also Lu Zhi, Cai Yong, Xun Shuang, Yang Biao and others were also a little stunned at this time.

They are all literati, do they all understand what these visions mean?

This means that a truly famous poem that will be passed down through the ages is about to be born!

And they are all witnesses of history.

Even Liu Hong, who was sitting on the dragon throne, could no longer maintain his imperial majesty and opened his mouth wide.

Boy, I'm just asking you to compete for the position of Emperor Master. Do you want to make it so big?