I Don't Know Martial Art Chapter 50

Chapter 50 - Divine Works

"Whoa!" Xiang Yun's tone was not small, causing Lin Feng and everyone else present to be shocked.

However, the shock quickly changed. Lin Feng felt that the little prince in front of him was courting death. Even at this stage, he still dared to put on an act!

Don't look at how he was able to compose a poem within one third of an incense's worth of time; this was something that he had accumulated over the decades. What did Xiang Yun count for?

"Hmph. Stupid brat, just delay it. Let's see what you're going to use when this incense is over."

It was not only Lin Feng. At this moment, everyone felt that Xiang Yun was forcing himself to endure, but the truth was that there was nothing in his stomach at all. Once the fragrance died down, it was likely that the latter would come up with some excuse to deny it.

In an instant, the gazes of everyone in the hall had landed on the few tables. The green cauldron had half a stick of fragrance burning within, and only Xiang Ling, the leader, had a look at his youngest son. His pair of eyes that were as deep as the stars shone with a peculiar brilliance, making it hard to guess what he was thinking about.

"Ba Da Ba Da"

Time passed minute after minute and second after second, the fragrance also began to fall off bit by bit. When the fragrance had burnt to less than 1/10th of its original value, it was just about to burn out!

"Creak!"

As the wooden bench moved forward, the sound of grinding could be heard. Xiang Yun, who had been leaning back against the bench and shaking his head as he drank, suddenly rose up, pushing the chair behind him far away!

Everyone turned their heads in shock at this sound, only to see Xiang Yun raise his final cup of wine and gulp it down!

Xiang Yun then turned his head to look at the bright moon hanging in the night sky outside the Spring Pavilion's observation deck. With a long sigh, he slammed the wine cup heavily on the table!

In the next moment, the entire process of holding a brush, dipping it in ink, hanging it in juice, lifting the brush, writing it down was as smooth as flowing water. There was not the slightest bit of stagnation as Xiang Yun had already placed one hand on the paper.

Everyone was shocked by Xiang Yun's fluency and ease of movement to the point that they were stunned! From far away, one could see that between Xiang Yun's ink strokes, it was like the rise and fall of a mountain, yet also like the fluttering of the clouds!

Just by looking from afar, one could feel a vigorous and smooth state of mind, making one involuntarily hold their breath, as if they were looking at the descent of a heavenly masterpiece!

For a moment, the entire Pavilion of Spring was as quiet as a painting. Everyone's breathing unconsciously slowed down!

In their eyes, a young man was waving his brush like a leaping stream. He was also like a galloping river, sometimes gentle and sometimes light, sometimes fierce and sometimes heavy!

He was like a superb painter who was wholeheartedly drawing a world shocking picture at this moment! It was as if he were the only person in the world who could write a line or write a piece of paper!

"Mhmm, when did this kid's mental strength become so strong?" At this moment, only one person in the arena could sense the tremendous spiritual force being naturally emitted from Xiang Yun's body.

He could not help but exclaim in his heart in surprise. Only he could clearly sense the mental energy that was being emitted by Xiang Yun as he focused his attention in front of him, the difference from the mental energy that Xiang Yun had a year ago was like the clouds and mud!

The look of shock in Xiang Tian's eyes only disappeared in an instant before returning to indifference, quietly watching as Xiang Yun wrote on the xuan paper in a graceful manner!

"Pata!" At the moment when the last piece of incense had fallen!

"Pah!"

Accompanying the sound of a heavy brush tapping against each other, Xiang Yun's chest heaved up and down as he exhaled a long breath. His lightning-fast gaze swept across the stunned crowd as he parted his lips and said a single word.

"Done!"

"Phew." At almost the same time, everyone's heart suddenly jumped. Following that, they let out a long breath that they had held in their chests for a long time. Like a boulder falling to the ground, their hearts resumed beating!

The first to step forward was the Minister of State Wen Jing. The latter had no intention of bothering Xiang Yun at all as he personally walked briskly over to Xiang Yun's side!

Staring at the table, that paper was filled with ink. With just a glance, the sixty year old King Xiang could not help but blurt out these words!

"This is indeed the calligraphy of the pinnacle of perfection!"

At this moment, the handwriting that Xiang Yun had written was exactly the same as the shocking poem 'Shuidiao Getou' from before. In fact, this poem's handwriting had an additional charm to it due to Xiang Yun's brushwork becoming even more wild and unrestrained!

"What!"

When they heard Wang Wenjing's words, everyone was shocked!

Although they had already seen the calligraphy on that piece of xuan paper earlier, they did not believe that it was written by Xiang Yun. Now that they had personally witnessed Xiang Yun writing it, coupled with the appraisal given by King Xiang Wen Jing, they definitely could not be wrong.

"How is this possible?" Lin Feng gritted his teeth and stared unblinkingly at Xiang Yun, his eyes filled with disbelief!

It was not only him. Even the crown prince Xiang Qian, who had revealed a look of displeasure towards Xiang Yun, and the Princess Charming Phoenix who had abhorred Xiang Yun, both revealed expressions of shock. Clearly, they had all been greatly shocked!

"Everyone, let me take a look at this poem first!" At this moment, Wang Wenjing tried his best to calm his mind. He dismissed the astonishment in his heart and decided to take a look at this crown prince's masterpiece!

Everyone held their breath again, afraid that they would disturb the Prime Minister's judgement of the poem!

At this moment, the Prime Minister was watching intently. However, when he saw the first two lines of the poem, his eyes were wide open, his lips were slightly open, and his chest was moving up and down, as if there was a wave inside that was billowing in the wind!

"Will you not see me? The Yellow River water flows from the heavens to the sea, never to return.

If you do not see, Gao Tang Ming mirror sorrowful white hair, like black hair turning into snow. "

Wang Wenjing's deep and deep voice, filled with an ancient aura, could not help but softly recite these two lines of poem! It was just the first two lines, but it had already left everyone speechless and shocked!

They seemed to be able to see the surging yellow river above the nine heavens. The turbid waves were overflowing as they descended from the nine heavens like surging thunder! It was as if they could see an old man with hair as white as snow standing in front of the bronze mirror. He was holding a head of hair that was as white as snow, and was looking at the mirror and sighing miserably!

Wang Wenjing continued to chant in a trembling and ancient voice

Life is full of joy, do not let the goldfish empty the month.

The heavens gave birth to me, and I will make a difference. I will return after the gold has been used up.

For the pleasure of cooking sheep and cattle, you must drink 300 cups in one gulp.

Teacher Cen, Dan Qiu Sheng, will drink this wine without stopping.

A song with Jun Ge, please listen to it for me.

Wang Wenjing's voice became increasingly loud and his emotions became even more passionate. Even his stooped body had unexpectedly become infinitely tall, and as he sunk and sunk, the poetry lines that were rolling like a mighty river and its earth-shattering momentum still did not stop!

It is not enough, I hope that the long drunkenness never wakes up.

Ancient sages were lonely, but the drinkers kept their names.

At the time, Chen Wangxi was enjoying a banquet and having a drink. He had a lot of fun and banter.

Master is not short of money, must be sold to the Jun Lin. "" "I see," he said. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Wuhua Ma, Qian Jin Qiu, Huer will trade wine, with you to sell eternal sorrow!

The sky and the earth seemed to turn silent at that moment. Snowflakes fell outside the window, the bright moon in the sky, the stars that shone out of nowhere, and the hearts of the people in the hall that seemed to have stopped beating!

After an unknown amount of time, a single cloudy tear appeared in the corner of Wang Wenjing's eyes. As a well-known senior in the literary world, he was also the dignified head of the civil service in the Empire of Feng Yun, King Wen Jing.

Even in the chaos of the ten kingdoms, when his own grandson was beheaded and thrown into the Dragon City by the army of the State of Yue, the soldier personally carried his grandson to him without leaving a single tear. But now, he was crying!

It was not grief, but anger. He was excited and joyful. It was tears of joy!

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Wang Wenjing heaved a long sigh towards the sky. He seemed to see decades ago, when he was once a young man with a bamboo book case on his back while he was travelling with a manual. At that time, he was also very generous, wanting to travel thousands of miles, read tens of thousands of books, and drink a thousand cups of wine!

But now, being in the temple, being in the world, being evil, being deceitful, being deceitful, everything went against his heart and he was getting further and further away from the real him!

However, when he saw this poem, the moment he read this poem, Wang Wenjing felt as if he had seen himself back then, and also experienced the emotions of that time, causing his heart to surge and tears to flow.

"The heavens have eyes. To think that I would be able to read such a masterpiece in my lifetime. I will die with no regrets!"

At this moment, facing the tearful Prime Minister who had an agitated expression, the crowd did not laugh at him, nor did they mock him. There was only shock, as if they had heard the heavenly music!

Not only did this mighty poem shock Wang Wenjing, it also shocked the powerful and influential Northwest county governors. Furthermore, the princes and princesses who were used to seeing talented people in the imperial palace were extremely talented!

In fact, even Xiang Yun's two elder brothers and his father, Xiang Tian, who was always cruel to him and never looked at him with any regard, acted so viciously! At this moment, everyone was shocked by Xiang Yun's poem!

Even the marshal Wan Bing, who didn't like calligraphy and didn't like poems and songs, had a look of delight on his face as he mumbled to himself, "This poem is well written and has a manly aura!"

With such a masterpiece, not to mention them, even the young elite Lin Feng, who was Xiang Yun's match against Wen Mo, was pale as a sheet. His expression was dull, and his body was trembling, almost as if he was on the verge of collapse!

"What kind of poem is this!?"

"This almost surpasses the level limit of the world's work. It can be said to be a godly work!" This cry echoed in Lin Feng's heart!

As for the current Xiang Yun, when he saw everyone's shocked expressions, as well as the intoxicated and worshipful expression of Lin Wan'er beside him, the latter appeared to be completely unperturbed, but his heart was bursting with joy!

"Motherf * cker, our great poet Li Taibai is reputed to be an existence of the Poetic Immortal Realm. This' Wine Entrance 'is one of his famous poems. How could mortals like you be able to imagine it?"

Xiang Yun couldn't help but feel somewhat grateful to the university teacher of the past, that old man who wore a pair of glasses with eight hundred degrees of eyesight and glasses as thick as beer caps. If he hadn't forcefully made himself recite so many classical poems, how could he have been able to ruthlessly slap everyone's faces today?

"Cough cough." Xiang Yun coughed lightly a couple of times before looking calmly at Wang Wenjing, who was still in a state of agitation.

"Senior Prime Minister, since you are the author of the question, now that your poem has been completed, please give me your fair judgement. Can this' Drinking General 'of mine be compared to Brother Lin's poem?"

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