I Don't Know Martial Art Chapter 45

Chapter 45 - Peerless Works

After Wang Wenjing finished reciting the poem, the entire second floor of the Apricot Altar Garden was filled with people chatting and drinking merrily. Some people were talking loudly while others were commenting on the brilliance of the performance.

On the second floor of the Spring Pavilion, it was completely opposite from the bustling scene of the second floor. It was completely silent, as if time had stopped at this moment. Everyone's expression froze at this moment. There was shock, confusion, intoxication, sadness, and joy …

After an unknown amount of time, when a gust of cold wind blew into the window, it suddenly stirred the Xuan paper on the table that everyone was watching. The paper immediately flew up into the wind!

"En!"

In that instant, the dazed crowd attacked at the same time. A dozen hands carefully held onto the paper like it was some sort of treasure, afraid that it would disappear along with the wind!

"Good, good, good!"

The originally silent and lifeless Wang Wenjing stroked his long beard as he shouted out three words of 'good' in succession!

His expression was excited and excited. He was like a teenager who had seen the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life. His heart was overwhelmed with emotions and he couldn't calm down!

"Such a poem is rarely seen in the world. It is truly a masterpiece!" Wang Wenjing sighed from the bottom of his heart!

"Sigh, this is indeed a peerless work. This is the first time in my life that I've ever seen such a poem that makes my emotions unsettled!" At this moment, the Grand Guard of the Xi Liang Prefecture was also sighing with emotion.

The Beichen Grand Guard stroked his beard with his hands as tears flowed from his eyes. He choked with sobs and said, "Such a good poem is truly touching. The fact that I was able to witness the birth of this poem is not in vain!"

At this moment, the usually calm and composed Wang Xiangtian had actually already stood up. As the latter stared at the poem placed in front of him, he couldn't hide the shock in his heart.

"This person's literary talent is unparalleled!" Xiang Tian had only made the following short evaluation:

And his evaluation was something that even a scholar like Wang Wenjing, who had an extremely high literary knowledge and the pride of a scholar, could not refute. On the contrary, he thought to himself, was this person's literary talent truly the top within the entire Wind Cloud Country? How could there be anyone in the entire Tianxuan Continent that could surpass this person?

Compared to the shock and admiration of Wang Wenjing and the rest, the crown prince, the princess, Xiang Fei, as well as the brothers, Xiang Jinglei and Xiang Jinghong, could no longer interfere.

Although this was the first time she had heard this poem, her love for it had reached an indescribable level.

On the surface, she did not appear to be overly shocked, but in her heart, she was deeply moved by the wonderful mood of this poem and the beautiful fairyland scene. The latter quietly memorized this poem and could not help but sigh in her heart, "A person who is able to compose such a peerless poem must be the world's most talented person!"

At this moment, only the Dongling County's Grand Guard finally felt a large weight in his heart after seeing everyone's shocked reaction. He thought to himself: "I was just saying that this poem is well written and you all do not believe me. It seems like this old man is smart as well!"

"Oh right, who wrote this poem!" Wang Wenjing suddenly thought of a question. Who wrote such an exceptional work?

This was because in this Yue Ye's poetry competition, she was worried that everyone's appreciation of the poem would be biased due to their relationship with the person who wrote the poem, or because of their identity as the person who wrote the poem.

Therefore, everyone's poems were signed on the back of the Xuan paper. At this moment, no one saw the author of the poem!

Upon hearing Wang Wenjing's question, everyone was stunned. That's right, such a masterpiece, just what kind of genius was it? This was what everyone wanted to know the most.

When the Dongling County Tutor heard this, he immediately stretched out his hand to look at the signature on the paper. However, his hand was held down by the Western Lion Country Tutor. The latter looked at the Tutor with a puzzled expression and did not understand why the Tutor wanted to stop him from looking through the paper.

The grand guard of the Western Lion Country, Meng Yuzhang, pointed at Wang Xiangguo and Xiang Lingtian, who were deep in thought. The grand guard hurriedly retracted his hand and kept quiet.

At this moment, Wang Wenjing was frowning as he racked his brains, trying to guess who the person who wrote the poem was. As he thought about it, he muttered to himself.

"Regardless of the level of this poem, this person's calligraphy skills have already reached the pinnacle of perfection. Even if we add in the young talents of our entire Wind and Cloud Empire, I'm afraid that there are no more than three of them who are able to reach this level!"

"However, I've seen the handwriting of these three people before. It doesn't resemble this person at all. The latter is clearly a calligraphy grandmaster of his own faction. Could it be that it was written by some unworldly senior in the literary world?"

At this moment, Wang Wenjing's mind was emptied of all thoughts. In the decades since the Empire of Feng Yun had its name in the literary world, not a single person in the world could match up to this person in front of him.

In terms of calligraphy, he could not find any sort of connection, so Wang Wenjing began to ponder over the style and brushwork of this poem, as well as the mood and thought of the poem. However, even if he could recite every single poem in the entire Orthodox Academy, he could not find a poem that could be compared to it, or even be described as a similar poem.

At this moment, Wang Wenjing was truly at his wit's end.

"Wasn't this poem written by someone from the Wind Cloud Country? How come I have never seen such an astonishing calligraphy style and such a graceful yet magnificent style?" To be able to produce such an exceptional work, he should not be a nobody. "

Even Xiang Tian found it hard to conceal the astonishment in his heart as he said to the Grand Guard of the Eastern Mountains County, "Quickly find out who exactly this person is writing this, so that we can invite him in and drink with us!"

As soon as Xiang Lingtian spoke, the Eastern Courtmaster immediately extended his hand, impatient to see who this person was.

At this moment, even Xiang Jinglei, Xiang Jinghong, and the crown prince, Xiang Qian, had surrounded him without regard for their status. As for the Left Premier Wang Wenjing, he had reached out his hands to grasp the shoulders of the two county governors.

Only Xiang Tian was obstructed by his identity, while Xiang Fei was from his daughter's house. She sat opposite him, waiting anxiously for everyone to say this person's name.

The Dongling County Overseer carefully extended his hand to grab the xuan paper. He gently flipped it to the right and slowly revealed the signature at the bottom right corner.

"Vice City Lord of Qin Feng City!"

"Mm!" When they read these three words, everyone was stunned. They had never heard of this city before, but this person was actually a vice city lord. Could he be an official of the State of Feng Yun?

Everyone was puzzled and continued to look down. When they saw the name that was signed, everyone's eyes widened and their jaws almost dropped to the ground!

Wang Wenjing's hands slipped as he kowtowed at the back of the head of the Dongling Country's Grand Guard, causing the latter to cry out in pain. He pressed his head down, while Wang Wenjing held his chin in pain.

However, this was still unable to shift their gazes away from the Xuan paper. Everyone was staring at the name as if they were possessed by a devil. It was even more shocking than seeing the contents of the poem from before.

Xiang Tian and Xiang Fei were the only two people who had not seen that name. When they saw the expressions of these people, they thought to themselves, Could it be that this amazing person has actually caused everyone to become so shocked?

At this time, the first person to speak was none other than Xiang Tian's eldest son, Xiang Lei. The latter stared at him with a look of disbelief.

"How is this possible, how can it be this brat!"

"Hmm?" Xiang Tian was stunned when he heard this. He asked somewhat uncertainly, "Thunder, who exactly is the author of this poem?"

"Yes, yes." Xiang Jinglei hesitated for a moment, then said: "Royal Father, the signature on this is Third Brother's!"

"What!"

Xiang Tian, who had always been the calmest and had not lost his composure the entire time, at this moment, the wooden chair that was originally placed behind him turned into dust as a surge of energy flowed through his body!

If it wasn't for the latter's timely retraction of Qi, the entire banquet would have probably been reduced to a pile of ashes.

"Are you saying that this poem was written by Xiang Yun?"

Xiang Tian stared at Xiang Lei, the latter's gaze causing Xiang Lei's body to involuntarily stiffen. It was as if his body was firmly locked in place by an invisible force, unable to move at all.

"Yes." Xiang Jinglei replied.

When Xiang Tian heard this, his gaze turned as he looked at the dumbstruck expressions of the imperial guards, as well as at the gaping mouth of the Left Premier Wang Wen Jing.

The latter immediately knew that what Xiang Lianglei had said was true, and that the name of this poem was truly Xiang Yun.

"Is this poem really written by the crown prince?" Even Wan Bing, a martial uncle who was not very well-versed in the art of writing, had his eyes wide open as he asked incredulously.

"Does the Crown Prince have such literary talent?"

The guards looked at each other in dismay. Their faces were full of excitement.

"Impossible!" Absolutely impossible! " The Minister of the Left, Wen Jing, shook his head resolutely. He clearly did not believe that Xiang Yun would be able to write such a poem.

"Such a masterpiece, even if it's not written by some unworldly senior, it must be the work of a peerless genius of the literary world! Wang Wenjing wanted to say something like, "I'm the son of the Crown Prince, how could someone like Xiang Yun, who has insulted language and an unfathomable mind, possibly write such a poem?"

However, before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly remembered that this was the Prince's Mansion and that Xiang Tian was still standing in front of him. Wang Wenjing immediately shut his mouth and coughed twice before continuing.

"Although the young noble is intelligent, it's still too difficult for him to write such a poem. Moreover, just based on his calligraphy skills alone, it's impossible for him to reach that level."

What Wang Wenjing said was right. No one believed that this peerless poem was written by the foppish young man with the gold ingot that was given to him for thousands of miles. How is this possible!?

The moment Xiang Fei heard that the person who had written the poem was actually Xiang Yun, her phoenix eyes also instantly glazed over. When she thought of the youth who had climbed onto her bed naked, the latter felt an immense killing intent surge in her heart, wishing that she could hack him into a thousand pieces.

"Impossible! This person can't possibly write such a beautiful poem!" Xiang Fei said to herself resolutely and decisively!

In her opinion, a person who could write such extraordinary words, even if he wasn't a young master from an elegant family with snow-white clothes, should be an extraordinary hermit master. How could he be such a despicable, hedonistic young master?!

For a moment, everyone was faced with this stunning poem, and no one thought that this was the work of the little prince's son, Xiang Yun!

"Could it be someone else called Xiang Yun?" Wang Wenjing couldn't help but guess.

"Hmm?" When everyone heard this, they all felt that it was possible. After all, there were many people in this world who had the same name. Perhaps this Xiang Yun might be a great scholar with the same surname and surname as this young noble!

At this time, Xiang Jinghong opened his mouth and said, "But there's only one City Lord of Qinfeng City."

"Ugh …"

For a time, everyone was once again stunned on the spot!

"That's right, there might be many Xiang Yun, but there's only one Vice City Lord in Qin Feng City." However, they were able to avoid the crucial problem and ignore it!

"Father, third brother is the person you personally conferred the title of Vice City Lord of Qin Feng City." Xiang Jinghong looked at Xiang Ling again as he reminded him.

He also remembered that three years ago, he had personally sent Xiang Yun, who was on a stretcher, to the northwest border's Qin Feng City and had given him the title of the small border city, Qin Feng City's Deputy City Lord.

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