Zongwu: The villain simulator, all the heroines are here

From the beginning to the end, he didn't hear a single song that surprised him. They were all clichés, rote sentences, and no spirituality.

It's a pity that Meng Haoran didn't write poems, otherwise he could have seen his literary talents.

At noon, the banquet began, and hundreds of talents came to the banquet hall one after another to take their seats.

Coincidentally, Bai Yu's seat was next to Meng Haoran.

Seeing Bai Yu sitting over, Meng Haoran immediately understood that the boy they used as a poem title just now was actually Bai Yu, a well-known child prodigy in Bashu.

Meng Haoran bowed his hands to Bai Yu with an apology on his face and said: "Mr. Bai, I have offended you so much just now, I still look at Haihan."

Bai Yu smiled and said: "It's okay, brother Haoran doesn't need to apologize to me."

He looked at the seat opposite, and the one sitting there was the one who needed to apologize to him.

Many talented scholars present cast their gazes at Bai Yu and talked softly.

"He is Bai Yu? I heard that he is only ten years old and already in the congenital Dzogchen realm. A child with a yellow mouth is really as powerful as the rumors?"

"I think it's just a vain reputation, a ten-year-old kid knows how to be angry!"

"No hurry, no hurry, let him reveal his true colors later!"]

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Bai Yuquan pretended not to hear these discussions, and started chatting with Meng Haoran.

He observed by the way, this competition said that hundreds of talented scholars were invited, but there were actually only forty or fifty people present.

After all, Jianzhou is not a capital city, and the cultural atmosphere is still much weaker.

After a while,

The dignitaries of Jianzhou surrounded Mr. Inspector and took his seat. All the talents stood up and saluted. The banquet began.

Some musicians from the teaching workshop came up to perform dances and music. These talents were all smiling, wishing to embrace the beauty on the spot.

Bai Yu felt a little pity, who made him only ten years old now, there are birds but no birds.

After three rounds of wine,

The dancing girl retreated, the governor waved, and a group of handymen carried something covered in a red cloth to the field. When the red cloth was lifted, it turned out to be a lifelike stone turtle.

It is as long as a person, with a peculiar pattern on the back of the shell, and a faint radiance around it.

Discussions suddenly sounded in the field.

Meng Haoran asked in surprise: "Could it be the Xuanwu stone statue left by Emperor Taizong?"

Bai Yu asked curiously: "Is this stone turtle strange? What's the magical effect?"

Meng Haoran explained, "When Emperor Taizong was still the King of Qin, Prince Li Jiancheng slandered the King of Qin as disobedient and wanted to murder him, so the King of Qin had no choice but to raise troops at Xuanwumen,

It is said that on the day of the rise of the army, Taibai Jinxing appeared in the south of the sky in the daytime, which meant that the fortune of the world and the dynasty was greatly changed. This basalt statue stood in front of the gate at that time, absorbed a lot of luck of the dynasty, and almost psychic!

Later, some people discovered that practicing in front of the basalt stone statue has the effect of getting twice the result with half the effort.King Luo Bin, you should have heard that when he was seven years old, he made "Ode to the Goose" in front of the stone statue, and his talent led the luck in the stone statue, so he achieved great fortune and broke through to the peak of the master in one fell swoop, the peak of the master at only seven years old!

Later, the Xuanwu stone statue was given to a general by Emperor Wu Zhou, the father of Lord Inspector..."

Meng Haoran narrated endlessly, and Bai Yu also listened with great interest.

All the talents present also knew the origin of the basalt stone statue, and they were all very interested and eager to try it.

Everyone wants to reproduce the miracle of King Luo Bin back then.

If a poem can be used to draw the luck in this stone statue, even if it is only one-tenth of King Luo Bin back then, the future will be limitless!

You must know that King Luo Bin has become a saint, and it is said that he is still practicing in seclusion in Lingyin Temple.

On the main seat, the elegant-looking Lord Inspector smiled and said: "I think you all know the origin of this basalt stone statue. Let it be the judge of today's poetry competition!"

Everyone said yes, and an official pleaded: "Please, sir, set some themes for today's Poetry Competition."

Lord Inspector pondered for a moment, and said: "Since ancient times, literati and inkmen have often written three things into their poems, which are beauty, wine and sword. Today we will use these three as the theme. You can choose one. Which talented person would like to come up and set up a fan first?"

As soon as Lord Inspector finished speaking, a young man stood up from the audience, with a handsome appearance and an extraordinary temperament.

Meng Haoran introduced to Bai Yu in a low voice: "This is Lord Inspector's nephew, Mr. Zhang."

Bai Yu immediately understood that since he was the governor's nephew, he must have made preparations in advance, maybe he had already drawn up the belly draft.

Mr. Zhang cupped his hands in all directions, pondered for a moment, took a step forward, and recited a poem at the same time: "A sword spans thousands of miles of autumn,"

After chanting, Mr. Zhang slowly took three steps forward, and continued to chant,

"I don't know where is the Marquis,"

Then walked five steps, recited the last two lines,

"If you want to ask about Chang'an Road when you are drunk, only Qingshan can talk to Baitou!"

After singing a song, there was a sound of admiration in the field.

"Mr. Zhang's poem is wonderful. Not only is there a sword, but wine is also hidden in it. The poem is full of heroism and wonderful!"

"That's right, Young Master Zhang has ten steps to compose a poem, he's so talented!"

Meng Haoran secretly shook his head, frowned slightly and said softly: "This poet's talent is a bit weak, and he's moaning a little sickly, Mr. Zhang is in full bloom, so what's the point?"

Bai Yu chuckled lightly and said, "Brother Haoran is still being polite. If you want me to say, this poem is simply a rote. I can write five catties of this kind of broken poem a day."

That young master stood in the field for a while after reciting the poem, seeing that the basalt statue did not respond, he cupped his hands and left the stage angrily.

Then another gifted scholar came on stage and impassionedly recited four dull poems, but the stone statue remained silent.

Three talented scholars came on stage one after another, and the poems they made were meaningless. Bai Yu fell asleep when he heard it, but was suddenly awakened by a commotion.

"The stone statue has responded!" Meng Haoran who was sitting beside him said excitedly.

Bai Yu looked into the field and saw a talented man standing in front of the stone statue, about 20 years old, surrounded by the aura released by the stone statue.

That gifted scholar also had a look of astonishment, he didn't expect that his talent could really affect the luck contained in the stone statue.

"Who is he?" Bai Yu asked curiously.

"Jiangzhou Wang Zhihuan, those musicians just sang the lyrics he wrote a few days ago." Meng Haoran replied.

Bai Yu suddenly realized: "That's no wonder."

After all, Wang Zhihuan, a "Liangzhou Ci" was once called the masterpiece of seven masterpieces by later generations, not to mention the eternal masterpiece of "Climbing the Stork Tower".

Modern people can recite his poems as long as they have been to elementary school.

If Wang Zhihuan's talent cannot affect the luck in the stone statue, then it is purely a problem with the stone statue.

……

When the lingering aura around him dissipated, Wang Zhihuan said with a look of astonishment: "I seem to... Grandmaster has completed his great consummation!"

The audience was in an uproar, some were envious, some were jealous, some were amazed, and even the governor stood up and applauded.

After all, being able to break through to Grandmaster Dzogchen with a single poem is not inferior to King Luo Bin back then!

This kind of talent appeared in the poetry competition held by him, and his face was also bright.

And if you can make friends with one or two, there is no need to say more about the benefits.

Encouraged by Wang Zhihuan, the latter few scrambled to sing poems on the stage, but all of them returned home without a feather, and their self-confidence was seriously hit.

Until Meng Haoran came on stage, a simple and elegant poem was also echoed by the stone statue, and the lingering radiance surrounding him was more than that of Wang Zhihuan, if not less.

Mr. Governor was very happy. Two great talents of this level were produced in a poetry competition. It will definitely become a good story that will be passed down through the ages, and even his name will be remembered by future generations.

The other talented people here can only envy and envy, the opportunity is right in front of them, but unfortunately they don't have that talent.

After Meng Haoran left the stage, he and Wang Zhihuan looked at each other, smiled at each other, and felt sympathy for each other, tacit understanding.

Soon, all the gifted scholars present except Bai Yu played.

Lord Inspector noticed the 'little boy' Bai Yu sitting next to Meng Haoran, and asked loudly: "This nephew must be Bai Yu, a well-known prodigy in Jianzhou, do you plan to give it a try?"

Bai Yu stood up and saluted, "Master Governor, Xiaosheng is about to give it a try."

Bai Yu walked to the Xuanwu stone statue,

After a pause, he recited the first line of the poem:

【Yunxiang Clothes Flower Xiangrong】

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Just this first sentence made the audience quiet down.

"Yun Xiang's clothes and flowers like her face..." Meng Haoran repeatedly chanted this poem, and unconsciously got goosebumps all over his body. A peerless beauty appeared in his mind, with a frown and a smile, making people's hearts flutter.

Wang Zhihuan, who was sitting opposite him, had the same expression, completely shocked.

And the basalt stone statue was also trembling slightly, and it floated towards Bai Yu with a burst of brilliance.

Bai Yu was still a little surprised, he didn't expect that the stone statue would really respond.After all, he did not write this poem, but he plagiarized Li Bai's.

How could he have such talent!

Is it because he stole Li Bai's luck, because he is a time traveler and can recite Li Bai's ancient poems, so he has a false talent?

Without thinking about it, he memorized the last three lines of the whole poem.

[The spring breeze blows the threshold Revlon. 】

[If you don't meet at the top of Qunyu Mountain, you will meet at Yaotai under the moon. 】

After the whole poem is chanted, the applause of the audience has already risen.

Lord Inspector excitedly told his book boy: "Record it down, you can't miss a single word!"

With this poem, this Poetry Fighting Conference is enough to be recorded in the annals of history, and it will last forever.

Moreover, the basalt stone statue also produced a lot of movement.

Wisps of talent lingered around Bai Yu, even more splendid than the two of Meng Wang.

Bai Yu could feel that his cultivation base was gradually increasing, and he reached the Great Perfection of the Grand Master in an instant.

But he didn't intend to stop there, he wanted to try to see if he could break through to the Grand Master realm.

After all, the higher the realm, the longer he might live in the simulation and get a higher score.

Anyway, the property rights of Li Bai's poems now belong to him, so you can use them as you like!

After a short pause, the song "Will Drink" was completed in one go.

This time, all the talented scholars present were impressed.

Excitedly, Meng Haoran used his robe as a paper to record this poem.

"Sell the eternal sorrow with me, what a courage, unparalleled in the world!"

The governor sitting in the first seat stood up and applauded directly.

"I am born to be useful! Good poetry, good poetry!"

Some officials echoed: "What a genius! Two poems, one chanting beauty, and one song wine, how lucky I am to be this witness!"

At this moment, Bai Yu felt the luck instilled by the basalt stone statue with all his heart.

The invisible and intangible luck brought him many mysterious feelings.

However, the barrier from a master to a great master is not so easy to break through. It is difficult to break through without the top-grade skills and the understanding of penance.

Bai Yu was thinking about writing another poem, but his temples on both sides throbbed. He became dizzy and almost fell to the ground.

"What's going on? Is it backlash?"

When he was puzzled, Bai Yu found that there were some more memories in his mind.

There are pictures, text and sound.

Sometimes it is so abstract that it is difficult to understand, and it will be so concrete that it is simple and clear.

After a while, he finally understood what the extra memory was.

"I actually comprehended the exercises..." Bai Yu was very surprised.

There is an extra exercise in his mind,