RPAGF Chapter 42: The poem is completed, summoning the sage, General Li Guang!
Chapter 42: The poem is completed, summoning the sage, General Li Guang!
Chapter Forty-Two: The Poem Summons a Sage, General Li Guang the Flying General!
As the poem was written, a brilliant yellow light shot into the sky, causing everyone to gasp in shock and their faces to turn extremely horrified!
The power of the original poem is increased by 20%!
The power of the Battle Poetry Realm increases by 10%!
The power of calligraphy increases tenfold when practicing by the inkstone!
The power of the poem that astounds the saint is increased by one-tenth!
The power of the scholar's rank increases by 10%!
The power of the amazing poems is increased by 30%!
The battle poem written by Ye Ru directly increased its power by 90%!
"A poem that astounds the saints?"
Han Feng's eyes widened in shock. He never expected that a mere student could create such a stunning poem!
Not just Han Feng, everyone was deathly silent, looking at each other in disbelief.
"This is yet another amazing poem. The first couplet is a parallel structure, the third couplet uses allusions, and the whole poem uses simple language to express a powerful and open-minded theme. The poem flows smoothly and is completed in one breath."
Just how talented is Ye Ru...?
Fang Zifeng swallowed hard and said bitterly.
"The original work, with its calligraphy at the first level, its poetry at the first level, and its astonishing power, plus ninety percent of its original strength, is probably only something that a scholar of the rank of Juren can shake..."
Magistrate Zhang gasped and muttered to himself.
"What do you think that is?"
Someone said something, and everyone looked towards Ye Ru.
In the sky, a yellow aura gradually condensed, eventually forming a phantom image of a general holding a longbow and wearing a silver battle robe.
"really……"
All the scholars above the rank of Xiucai looked up at the sky. When they saw the silver-robed general, they were all stunned, and their hands trembled involuntarily.
Magistrate Zhang and Fang Zifeng exchanged glances, seemingly having thought of something, and all of them saw a deep shock in each other's eyes.
"Indeed, the poem summoned a saint... General Li Guang..."
He managed to utter the name Fang Zifeng with difficulty, his face filled with disbelief.
The so-called "poems that amaze the saints" have a certain probability of evoking the saints of allusion or the saints of the people described. If one out of a hundred poems can evoke the saints, then the poet can be unparalleled in the world.
Li Guang was a famous general of the Western Han Dynasty. Born into a military family, he was exceptionally talented and participated in suppressing the Rebellion of the Seven States. In the world of Confucianism and Taoism, he led his army to resist demons, making them tremble with fear. He was revered by the demons as the Flying General!
The Flying General slowly drew his bow and nocked an arrow at the dart, and to everyone's astonishment, he released the final arrow!
This arrow, carrying fierce talent, pierced through the void and collided fiercely with the talent dart.
However, the next moment, Han Dingsheng was horrified to see that the darts he had conjured using the "Song of the Great Wind" began to dissipate rapidly, and the arrows shot towards Han Dingsheng!
At this moment, Fang Zifeng and the others were shocked. Facing the arrows from the phantom of Li Guang, they felt a sense of powerlessness.
Han Dingsheng's face also turned pale; this kind of power was not something he could withstand.
However, the arrows were getting faster and faster. Just when everyone thought Han Dingsheng was doomed, they only saw a blur before the arrows blasted away.
Immediately afterwards, Li Guang turned his head, clasped his hands in a fist salute to Ye Ru, and shouted in a deep voice, causing everyone to look up:
"This humble general, Li Guang, pays his respects to Your Majesty. I am willing to go through fire and water for Your Majesty without hesitation!"
A deep and powerful shout echoed between heaven and earth, and then the Flying General gradually turned into a phantom and finally disappeared from the spot.
Ye Ru, pale-faced, coughed twice and clasped his hands in return. Li Guang, who had served his country with utmost loyalty, was humiliated by those swordsmen and scribes, leading him to commit suicide. Even in death, he still retained his unwavering loyalty to the imperial family, which saddened Ye Ru.
"May you rest in peace, General. May you be reborn into a commoner family in your next life."
Where is Han Dingsheng?
After a few minutes of stunned silence, someone suddenly spoke up, drawing everyone's attention and causing them to look towards the spot where Han Dingsheng had been standing.
When the smoke cleared, the poetry duel platform was completely unrecognizable, and all that remained were ruins.
"Was this caused by Ye Ru?"
Staring blankly at the ruins, Xu Qingyuan couldn't help but swallow hard and mutter to himself.
Magistrate Zhang and the others nodded stiffly, their gazes fixed on the frail-looking Ye Ru. They couldn't help but think to themselves, "If he were to shoot Li Guang's arrow at the Four Pavilions and Three Bright Platforms, how powerful would it be..."
Thinking of this, everyone couldn't help but shudder, looking at Ye Ru as if he were a monster.
"This war poem will probably be sent to the Holy Academy again."
Everyone turned their attention to Han Dingsheng, who was now slumped on the ground, his face pale.
My gaze shifted forward a little, and an elderly man dressed in the robes of a scholar who had passed the imperial examinations appeared there.
"Chen Sijun, the Jinshi (successful candidate in the highest imperial examination)?"
Everyone suddenly realized that it was the scholar who had made the move.
Chen Sijun calmly withdrew his hand, but no one saw that he couldn't help but tremble for a moment as he withdrew his hand.
His eyes were also filled with solemnity.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Chen Sijun surveyed the entire arena, then looked at Ye Ru, her soft voice echoing through the devastated poetry arena:
"Ye Ru wins this match."
Wow!
As soon as he finished speaking, the silent scholars of Qingyun County cheered, and everyone looked at Ye Ru with excitement.
Unexpectedly, in the final and least likely poetry battle, Ye Ru won by defeating a Xiucai (a lower-level scholar) with only the title of Tongsheng (a student who passed the lowest level of the imperial examinations), turning the tide of the battle!
This result was beyond everyone's expectations!
Ye Ru, pale-faced, coughed twice and looked at Magistrate Zhang with a bright smile:
"Fortunately, I did not disgrace my life."
"This is impossible! I am a scholar, there's no way he could beat me... Impossible!"
Han Dingsheng spat out a mouthful of blood, and a low rumble suddenly came from his lower abdomen.
That's the sound of a book's core breaking.
If one's courage is broken, unless one adheres to Ye Ru's sacred path, one will find it difficult to advance in the sacred path throughout one's life!
"We actually lost..."
Han Feng looked at Ye Ru, his face turning extremely ugly. He never expected that what was supposed to be a sure win would turn out like this.
"This young man may achieve great things in the future. We should maintain good relations with Qingyun County. Perhaps Qingyun County is truly on its way to prosperity."
An elderly Legalist man standing next to Han Feng said this.
"Let's go. A true man is neither arrogant in victory nor discouraged in defeat. He is flexible and adaptable. Let's take Dingsheng with us so that the Han Fei family will not be criticized."
Han Feng frowned, then said to Ye Ru:
“Young friend, your talent is extraordinary. I am ashamed to admit that I am not as good as you. If you are interested in the future, you are welcome to visit my Han family. My Han family will certainly do our best to be a good host and treat you with courtesy.”
"Thank you for your kindness, Patriarch Han."
Ye Ru did not show any disrespect to this member of Han Fei's family branch, and immediately cupped his hands in greeting.
The Legalist school was deeply rooted and produced many great Confucian scholars; even its branches possessed considerable power.
If you can avoid offending someone, then try to avoid offending them.