Chapter 626 Breaking the Shackles
The poem was completed as soon as the pen fell, white smoke rushed into the starry sky, and the golden light did not dissipate.
Everyone has never recovered from the shock, just because this poem is beyond their imagination!
If the poems of the people in the Imperial College are compared to rice grains, then the poems of Master Qin are the bright moon hanging high in the night sky like a jade plate.
The two are completely different!
After all, how can a rice grain compete with the bright moon?
Of course, the most shocked are the people in Taiping Academy, because this poem was originally written by Qin Feng for them!
The golden cups of clear wine and the jade plates of delicacies, let alone putting down the cups and chopsticks, they don’t even dare to touch them!
In Fengtian City, where the powerful and the wealthy follow the world’s hierarchy, they have suffered too much injustice and cold eyes since they were born.
Even if they like to read and write, they can’t find a way. They have bumpy roads everywhere and drift in the wind and rain. Isn’t it just in line with the sentence-I want to cross the Yellow River, but the river is blocked by ice, and I will climb the Taihang Mountains, which are covered with snow?
The road is difficult.
The road of life is difficult, the road of studying is difficult, and there are so many crossroads that it seems that you can't see the real road and future at all.
However, after the depression in the front of the poem, the last sentence is the finishing touch-"There will be a time to ride the wind and waves, and set sail to cross the sea."
The students of Taiping Academy murmured and recited in their hearts. The phrase "perseverance" also echoed in their minds and lasted for a long time.
The previous hesitation, frustration, and confusion disappeared at this moment.
They raised their heads and chests, and there seemed to be light in their eyes. It was Master Qin who gave them the courage to face the bleakness!
And at the moment when everyone's thoughts were clear, an unexpected scene appeared.
The golden light flowed, like a dragon's roar, and then turned into a waterfall of clear air hanging from the sky, rushing down, and enlightening!
The students of Taiping Academy only felt that they had entered a rather mysterious state. The books they had read in the past seemed to be flipping in front of them, and they could recall every word and sentence exactly!
Qin Feng couldn't help but widen his eyes when he saw it, because these students of his had actually entered the ninth level of the sage of literature, the root-building realm!
You know, to enter the ninth level of the sage of literature, ordinary people need to memorize 10,000 volumes of books, so that they can gather into a waterfall of literary energy in the sea of literature, so that the literary energy can be infused.
However, although these students are extremely diligent, and even study late at night, they are still a little far from the 10,000 volumes of books.
But now, because of a poem, they have entered this realm one after another, which is a pleasant surprise!
Everyone in the Imperial College also saw the clues, and their expressions were quite complicated, with jealousy, shock, but more of them were unbelievable!
Mo Jijiu clenched his fists, his face was extremely gloomy.
"Your Majesty, look at this!" In the attic, Eunuch Li looked excited.
The Emperor Ming also had a gleam in his eyes. Daqian has been worshipping martial arts for a long time, and the world's impression of sages of literature only stays on Tianjian Guoshi.
However, the appearance of Qin Feng made the world see the magic of the sage of literature and Taoism.
He promoted the imperial examination system, firstly to recruit talents from all over the world to enter Fengtian City, break the situation of the powerful monopolizing the court, and create a peaceful and prosperous era for Daqian, and secondly to promote literature and Taoism, so that there will be more sages of literature and Taoism in the world.
But how could he have thought that the Qin family kid's poem would create so many sages of literature and Taoism!
How terrifying is the scene of the waterfall hanging in the sky? Naturally, it attracted the attention of countless people in the imperial capital.
On the top of the Tianlou in Haowenyuan, Tianjian Guoshi looked at this scene with a look of relief.
Xu Lexian exclaimed in amazement: "A poem can actually help students to be enlightened by literature. This junior brother's poetry talent is truly unprecedented.
But teacher, there is one thing I don't understand. There are many people in the Imperial College who are just one step away from the ninth-grade root-building realm. Why can't they be enlightened by the waterfall of pure energy?"
"People can't be generalized. Not everyone can resonate with this poem.
Just like the test of the heart-questioning platform of the literary saint, everyone's answer is different.
Everything can be attributed to the word pure."
"Pure?" Xu Lexian seemed to understand.
"Pure desire to learn." Tianjian Imperial Master explained with a smile, then looked at Xu Lexian and said, "There are more and more students in Taiping Academy. I see that you like to travel around when you have nothing to do. You might as well focus on teaching those students.
Perhaps the second-grade realm that has been elusive for a long time can be enlightened in this purity.
Just like your junior brother Fei, who has already entered the fourth-grade realm."
Xu Lexian nodded slightly when he heard this, but his heart was stirred.
This wave was not because of Junior Brother Fei's improvement in cultivation, but because of the teacher's actions.
You know, if even he goes to Taiping Academy to teach and educate people, then all the disciples of Tianjiang Imperial Master who are still in Fengtian City will enter Taiping Academy!
The intention behind this is really intriguing.
"Disciple, I know." Xu Lexian said respectfully.
Feiting Empty Courtyard, a place for literary gatherings, the changes in the students of Taiping Academy, brought a shock to everyone, which was no less than Qin Feng's poem.
And this shock was a wake-up call to the people of the Imperial College.
While the students were extremely happy, their self-confidence was unprecedentedly high. They stepped onto the platform one by one, and their thoughts flowed like springs, and they actually wrote many treasures over three meters long!
In fact, everyone present already knew that the result of this poetry competition banquet was doomed at the moment Qin Feng finished his poem - the Imperial College would be defeated miserably!
After all, how could an ordinary scholar beat a literary saint?
The more intense the ridicule towards the poor students was at first, the uglier the faces of the people in the Imperial College looked at now.
The whispers and pointing of the onlookers made them want to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
Mo Jijiu's face was so gloomy that it seemed that water could drip out. He looked up at the waterfall of clear air, which had begun to slowly dissipate.
The clear air turned into golden light and sank into the blank scroll of poems written by Qin Feng again. It was a treasure that could help scholars to be enlightened by humanities, and it was a rare thing in the world!
Mo Jijiu had an impulse to take it for himself, but this impulse was finally suppressed by his reason.
He glanced coldly at the students of Taiping Academy, then locked his eyes on Qin Feng, and finally snorted and flicked his sleeves to leave with the people in the Imperial College.
"Let's go!"
Only the person involved knew the embarrassment best.
In sharp contrast to them was the jubilant look of the students of Taiping Academy.
Although they only won a poetry contest, it was of great significance to them.
Because a shackle called identity theory had been broken at this moment. If they faced power again, even if they were not sure of winning, they would dare to face it head-on!
Courage and will can provide infinite possibilities for ordinary people to become extraordinary.
This is exactly what Qin Feng wanted to see.
In the attic, Emperor Ming laughed heartily: "There will be a time to ride the wind and waves, and set sail to cross the sea. This kid can always write such exciting poems."
Looking at the crowd again, Emperor Ming suddenly raised his eyebrows slightly, because he saw his beloved Anya, who was staring at the black figure without blinking.
The appreciation in his eyes seemed to turn into water and drip from his eyes.
"Should I help secretly?"
Eunuch Li was still in excitement and thought that the Emperor was talking to him, so he asked immediately: "Your Majesty, do you have something to tell me?"
The Emperor collected his thoughts and spoke slowly: "I do have something for you to do. The fourth-rank official of the Ministry of Personnel may not have an annual salary of 20,000 taels of silver, but his son is generous and took so much silver.
I am very curious about this."
Eunuch Li understood the meaning of the words and bowed and replied: "I understand."
And the Emperor looked at the students of Taiping Academy and showed his appreciation. The imperial examination was approaching, and he should vacate some official positions in advance to reserve them for these students.