I Don't Know Martial Art Chapter 44

Chapter 44 - Crest of Perfection

"Oh right, this Lin Feng was also in the same class as Crown Prince back then."

"Cough cough!"

Wang Wenjing did not say anything but immediately felt that he had misspoken. He hurriedly looked at the head, Ling Tian's expression, and only after seeing the latter's expression become unchanging did he finally let out a sigh of relief.

However, the expressions of the others were quite interesting. They all had expressions of trying their best to hold back their laughter.

The highest level class was the A class amongst them. Xiang Yun had been the most interlude student that year, and he had been directly assigned to the A class. Although he was only the last seat of the A class, it was still the position countless people dreamed of.

However, Heir Xiang had only studied in class A for a few days, because during the principal's lecture, he had devoted himself to studying the 'Spring Palace Painting' and had been expelled from the Orthodox Academy!

At that time, this matter was widely spread in the Imperial Capital of the Empire of Feng Yun and became a joke among the crowd. Who would have thought that Lin Feng would bring up this matter today?

"Cough cough … Lin Feng's poem has a profound artistic conception and an extraordinary literary talent. It is already a classic masterpiece that could spread through the world for a hundred or even a thousand years!" Wang Wenjing coughed dryly and pulled everyone's attention back to him.

When everyone heard Wang Xiangguo's comment, they were stunned. They had never thought that Wang Wenjing would think so highly of this poem. He believed that it could be passed down for hundreds and thousands of years.

However, they did not have any objections to this. After all, among these poems, the words that Lin Feng had composed did indeed stand out and stand out! Even Wang Wenjing's previous poems couldn't compare to it.

"Haha, I never would have thought that there would be someone who could produce such a masterpiece at the prince's birthday banquet. It can be said that all the time and people are in this palace!"

These two masterpieces were both written by students of the Orthodox Academy, causing Wang Wenjing to be unable to help himself from feeling somewhat pleased. His laughter was abnormally happy, but at the same time, he did not forget to flatter Xiang Ling.

There were not many poems left, probably only a few dozen. Everyone continued browsing and found another masterpiece, one written by the crown prince, Xiang Gan!

This poem was also a seven phrase poem, its words refined and its literary talent soaring. It was also rather extraordinary. Although it was inferior to the Orthodox Academy's Lin Feng and Wang Shouyi, it was still absolutely an outstanding work.

As the crown prince's master, Wang Wenjing was overjoyed to see Xiang Qian write such a poem. Although the latter was not the best, as the crown prince, Xiang Qian was not a scholar, so there was no need for him to fight for this title. It was enough to prove his talent.

At this moment, he had nearly finished all of the poems. Only the county governor of Dongling County had a few more poems in his hands. As the county governor of Dongling County was a martial artist, his literary standards were not too high.

He had recommended a masterpiece before, but when everyone had a good impression of it, they felt that its literary talent was mediocre and its artistic conception was not high. This caused this Lord Grand Guardian to feel rather embarrassed.

At this moment, almost all of the poems had been appraised, and the top three had almost been decided. The person who was first was naturally Lin Feng, who had written "Xi Jiang Yue's Great Dream".

Wang Shouyi was second only to Lin Feng, and the third was the Crown Prince, Xiang Qian. As for Wang Wenjing, as the Prime Minister, he naturally would not compare with the juniors and automatically withdraw from the selection.

Of course, Wang Wenjing did not dare to say anything about the real ranking. He still obediently asked Xiang Lingtian to decide, and the ranking that Xiang Lingtian had decided on was in accordance with everyone's thoughts. Lin Feng, Wang Shouyi, and the crown prince, Xiang Qian were ranked second.

"The Orthodox Academy educates and nurtures people. The disciples emerge from the blue above the blue, truly are the cradle of talent. Prime Minister Wang, as the overseer of the Orthodox Academy, your contributions must not be lost." Xiang Tian said with a smile.

Wang Wenjing hurriedly bowed and modestly said, "Your Highness is too kind. The Orthodox Academy can't afford it, and this old man can't afford it. Your Highness, you are the pillar of the country, the pillar of the middle class of our Storm Nation!"

Although Wang Wenjing was modest on the surface, in his heart he was extremely pleased. As the Minister of the Left of Storm Nation, he was the true supervisor of the Orthodox Academy.

In this Yue Ye's poetry competition, the top three ranks, one two, were all students of the Orthodox Academy, while the third was also his disciple. Thinking about it, the top three were all his disciples.

"Alright, since the rankings have been decided, Jing Hong, you can go out and announce it. Have these three people come!" Xiang Lingtian was just about to give the order to issue the rewards.

"Wait, Your Highness!" Suddenly, the East Ascent County's Grand Guard, who was holding the last poem on the table, suddenly interrupted Xiang Tian's words. It was unknown just which tendons had been pulled out from his body.

Xiang Tian looked at the Eastern Courtyard Grand Guard in surprise, while Wang Wenjing, Wan Bing, and the other Grand Protectors all looked at the latter with surprise. They did not understand why the Eastern Ling County Grand Protector would interrupt the Prince.

"What else does Lord Grand Guard need?" Xiang Tian did not reveal an expression of dissatisfaction as he asked curiously.

"Your Highness! This poem seems to be a little good. "

The Dongling County Grand Guard's gaze never left them as he spoke hesitantly to the piece of paper placed in front of him.

He wanted to say that the poem was excellent, but then he was afraid that his literary level was too low to make the same kind of joke as before, so he only said good words.

When the crowd heard this, they couldn't help but reveal a strange expression. Wang Wenjing and Wan Bing were still alright, but the other Great Protectors secretly sent a look of understanding to the Eastern Tomb County's Great Protector, telling him not to speak carelessly.

Everyone felt that the level of the lyrics recommended by the Dongling County's Grand Guard was very low. Now, the latter actually wanted to recommend them, and he even interrupted Xiang Tian's words for this reason. In their eyes, the Dongling County Grand Guard really did not know what was good for him, and his head was spinning.

However, facing the kind reminder from his colleagues, the Eastwoods Grand Guard once again looked at the poem in front of him. As if he was very stubborn, he continued to insist on his own opinion and said, "Everyone, I feel that this poem is really good."

Even Wang Wenjing was cursing in his heart, "You rascal, you really are an unfathomable boor. Now that the top three have been chosen, you, who don't have much money in your stomach, still need to come up with a poem. With your level and appraising words, how good can it be? At most, it can only be considered an average poem."

"Eh, who wrote this character? It's really well written!" Meng Yuzhan, who was the closest to the Eastern Tomb County's grand guard, couldn't help but praise when he saw the words on the piece of paper. He immediately stretched out his head to take a look as well.

"One second, two seconds, three seconds …" The Western Lion Grand Guard, who had a slightly surprised expression, stood still as if someone had used a movement technique on him. His gaze was fixated on the poem on the Xuan paper.

The latter's posture did not change, but the surprise in her eyes gradually turned into astonishment!

"This … this …" The Grand Guard seemed to be tongue-tied. He wanted to say something, but no words would come out.

"Hmm?"

At this moment, everyone felt that something was amiss. The Grand Guard of the Eastern Tomb County had committed a heinous crime. However, the Grand Guard of the Western Lion Country was a person with an extraordinary literary background. Thus, he revealed such a strange expression.

At this moment, the surrounding imperial guards were all looking at the Xuan paper on the table. What was unexpected was that the other imperial guards had the same expression as the one just now. They were speechless, as if in a trance, with shock written all over their faces!

"Let me take a look!" At this moment, Wang Wenjing couldn't sit still any longer. What the hell were these guys doing? It was just a poem, so why were they making such a big fuss over it?

Wang Wenjing walked to the back of the crowd and stood there looking down at the contents of the Xuan paper.

The first feeling that came into his sight was that Wang Wenjing's body suddenly trembled and he could not help but say this.

"This writing is really good!" The ink on the xuan paper had yet to dry. The words written in the full ink were like a continuous stream, intertwining together like iron and silver!

Every word was like floating clouds, agile like a dragon, smooth like flowing water, continuous like a majestic mountain!

Even the high level of mastery in calligraphy, the Left Premier Wang Wen Jing could not help but feel a sense of awe when he saw the words before him!

"This person's calligraphy skills are no longer at the level of perfection. I'm afraid he has already reached the pinnacle of perfection!" Wang Wenjing's eyes were filled with shock as he muttered to himself!

Hearing this, not only the crown prince, Xiang Qian, but even the princess, Xiang Fei, and the King, Xiang Tian, all revealed an expression of surprise!

They all knew that Wang Wenjing was one of the top three calligraphers in the entire Wind Cloud Country. The latter praised this person's calligraphy skills to such an extent that it could be said that this person's calligraphy skills were above his!

For a moment, even Xiang Tian was curious as he wanted to see the words on the xuan paper. However, with his identity, he naturally would not get up to look.

At this moment, Wang Wenjing was already in a state of worship as he first appreciated the entire text on the paper. He thought to himself that it was no wonder that the Dongling County Grand Guard would insist on doing so much, and it would be a lifetime of regret if he didn't take a look at his calligraphy skills.

"Let me see how this poem is written." At this moment, Wang Wenjing didn't want to admit defeat. The person in front of him had completely surpassed him in calligraphy, so he wanted to see if this person could surpass him in writing poems.

"When will the moon be bright? Ask Qingtian about the wine. "

When he finished reading the first line of the poem, Wang Wenjing frowned slightly. His heart was in turmoil as he continued to recite the first line of the poem.

"I wonder what year it will be. I want to ride the wind and go home, but I am afraid of the beauty of the palace and the cold of the high places. If you were to dance and understand your surroundings, why would you be in this world? "

"Hiss!"

While he was reciting, Wang Wenjing's expression changed to one of shock. He couldn't help but take in a deep breath as if there was a giant boulder weighing down on his heart, making it hard for him to continue reciting!

Not only him, but even Xiang Tian, Xiang Qian, Xiang Fei, who was sitting beside him, and even the unkind Xiang Jinglei and Xiang Jinghong revealed expressions of shock. Just these few words caused them to feel a kind of inexplicable shock!

In front of their eyes, it was as if the bright moon had appeared in the starry sky, and a man dressed in white clothes floated along with the wind. And within the Moon Palace, the beauty was like a dream. Her figure was graceful and ethereal. With a light dance, even deities and buddhas were intoxicated!

At this moment, the wine cup that Xiang Ling had originally been holding in his hand was unconsciously put down, while the ivory chopstick in the crown prince's hand fell to the ground. At this moment, the wine cup that Xiang Ling Tian had originally been holding in his hand was unconsciously placed down, while the ivory chopstick in the crown prince's hand fell to the ground.

While the crowd waited anxiously, King Wen Jing, who had made his preparations, finally recited the second half of the poem!

"Zhu Zhu Ge Pavilion, Ling Qi, sleepless. What should I hate? It was difficult to complete the story of the people who had their sorrows together and the moon that was full and round. "Let us hope that we will live on for a long time, with a distance of a thousand miles between us."

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