Plunder the heavens and worlds

Chapter 101 The Contemporary Confucian Long Xuan
He understood what Long Yu meant, which was to capture Cai Yan's heart, and then in front of old Cai Yong...

Thinking of this, Long Xuan couldn't help being moved, and wanted to do something.

He set off, he did not choose the high-profile Yujian flight, but set off in a low-key manner.

There is a saying that enters the village secretly, not those who shoot.

This is an important day, and many young talents rushed to the capital from all over the Han Dynasty, intending to participate in the literary fair.

Even Cao Cao, Yuan Shao and Liu Bei didn't stay idle. They set off early in the morning.

A tall attic was built in the center of Luoyang City, with Luoyang Literary Society written on it.

"Did you think it was a fairy at first?"

Cao Cao saw a young girl, who was in the age of cardamom, sitting elegantly, with a poetic atmosphere.

"Fuck me, which family is this girl from? Why haven't I seen her before?"

Yuan Shao's eyes widened. Compared with the girl in front of him, his wife is almost like a wild flower.

As for Liu Bei, he couldn't help showing contempt on his face, and muttered in his mouth: "Cut, he looks good but can't be eaten."

"Isn't this the daughter of Duke Cai?"

Someone recognized the girl in front of him and couldn't help shouting in surprise.

Who is Cai Yong? He is a great contemporary Confucian, known as one of the three people with the highest literary achievements, and the leader of countless literati.

At this point, no one can compare with him, only the fourth generation and three princes of the Yuan family can be compared.

"Why haven't I seen old man Cai's daughter?"

Yuan Shao had a look of displeasure, he knew that he had asked someone to propose a marriage, after all, the two belonged to each other.

"It is said that Ms. Cai has an excellent literary talent and is proficient in rhythm, but she is not my type."

What Cao Cao likes is other people's wives, so they gave him the nickname Wife Cao.

"Cai Gong's daughter, if I marry, I will lose 20 years of hard work."

Liu Bei's eyeballs rolled wildly, he was excited, it was not a dream to marry Cai Yan and become the Sangong.

"Today is an important day. Next, we will use literature to make friends and identify the most talented person in the world."

A big man came from the attic, his name is Cai Yong, he is a great Confucianist today, and he is in charge of coordinating the literary society.

"The first question is to write a poem about the moon. If you think of it, you can speak."

Cai Yong said lightly, looking at the young talents in the audience, he nodded with satisfaction.

Hearing this, Yuan Shao was the first and the third big, and he couldn't get Nima to write poems.

Cao Cao took out a jug of shochu and drank it down to cheer himself up, trying to brew something.

Seeing that the audience was very quiet, Liu Bei immediately stood up. He planned to act first, and he happened to be famous among the younger generation.

"Ah, this moon is unusual."

"Ah, come to meet you heroes."

"Ah, Liu Bei has eight talents alone."

"Ah, I'm fighting for the leader."

Almost in one go, he shouted out in one breath, more and more admiring his literary talent.

But Cao Cao next to him almost laughed his teeth out, hehe, this is poetry, it doesn't make sense!

"Ah, Liu Bei, you big-headed ghost."

"Ah, Liu Bei, you are out of stock."

Everyone imitated Liu Bei and scolded with a mocking face.

"Hmph, ignorant scum..."

Cai Yong was so angry that he almost drove him out with a stick, but he held back after all, because he is a relative of the emperor after all.

"When will the bright moon come, ask the blue sky for wine... I hope that people will live long and live together for thousands of miles."

A loud voice came, causing all the people present to have daydreams, and fell silent in fantasy.

"This man is definitely a literary master."

Cao Cao couldn't help saying with admiration that even he himself couldn't compose this poem in a short time.

"Miss, do you think this poet is a handsome young man with a feather fan and a scarf?"

Hearing the maid beside her speak, Cai Yan couldn't help but roll her eyes shyly.

"Which young talent wrote the poem, I want to discuss it with you."

Cai Yong felt that the poet must be a young man full of knowledge, and he had the same temperament as him.

"Mr. Cai, are you sure you want me to come out to meet you?"

Long Xuan in the distance spoke, and the voice came slowly.

"This voice is like the sound of nature, with masculine power, it must be a young talent."

Images appeared in Cai Yong's mind, and he couldn't help but secretly nodded, then glanced at his daughter.

"If this young talent is really good, why not entrust his daughter to him." Cai Yong thought to himself.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for successfully gaining Cai Yan's ten favorability points."

"Young man, come out! The old man wants to discuss literature with you?"

Cai Yong couldn't wait any longer, he was in a hurry to choose a son-in-law for his daughter.

"Hey, people are so enthusiastic, so I will obey."

Long Xuan waved his hands helplessly, and stood in the middle of the attic like a fairy descending to earth in two or three steps.

"The heroism in this life is overwhelming, and he really is a man."

"The poem is good, the man is handsome, I can't wait for him."

After seeing Long Xuan's appearance, all the people present praised him to show their admiration.

"What's going on, Mr. National Teacher, don't tell me that you wrote the poem just now?"

Cai Yong was dumbfounded, with a bewildered expression on his face.

"I rely on Master to still compose poetry?"

Yuan Shao and Cao Cao's eyes widened, with expressions of disbelief.

"As expected of a fairy, even his literary attainments are so high."

Ever since she first saw Long Xuan, she was shocked, and now she is even more excited.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for successfully gaining ten points of favorability."

Looking at the girl in front of him, Long Xuan just responded with a faint smile.

"Isn't it just a poem about the moon? I'll write dozens of poems first. Listen carefully, old man Cai."

"A bright moon is born at sea, and the world is here."

"The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring stones flow up..."

Long Xuan recited dozens of poems in one breath, almost one poem at a time, hundreds of poems at a time.

"I'm worthy of being a master, it's just amazing."

When Cao Cao wrote his own poems, he had to take ten or eight steps at the fastest, otherwise he would not be able to come up with it.

"As expected of a fairy, writing poetry is like drinking cold water."

"Sword Immortal Long Xuan, a great scholar in this world."

One by one, people began to shout, they wished they could rush over immediately and admire the demeanor of the new generation of great Confucians.

"Hey, actually I'm a rough guy." Long Xuan said with some embarrassment.

His literary level is based on the skills of many famous scholars in later generations.

As the saying goes, writing other people's poems leaves others with no poems to write.

"Um, master is so f*cking a blow."

The people who made hundreds of poems are rough people, so they are not the wild people on the mountain, or even the monkeys who don't know a single thing.

"What kind of style is it, what kind of style is it..."

Cai Yong's head exploded with anger, and Long Xuan in front of him was insulting him in disguise for being a drunkard.

Cai Yong lost all face today, when he held the Luoyang Literature Fair, he was smashed by Long Xuan on the spot.

He flicked his sleeves and turned to leave.

"Dragon Immortal, my lady wants to see you."

A maid walked beside Cai Yan and said respectfully.

"If you want to see me, then lead the way."

Long Xuan smiled slightly, and a treacherous smile could not help showing on the corner of his mouth.

"Damn it, Shizun is indeed worthy of being a fairy, and his ability to pick up girls is really awesome."

Yuan Shao looked envious, while Liu Bei could only shake his head in discouragement.

(End of this chapter)