I have a magic pot

The red-faced old man's tone was quite arrogant, but all the civil servants of the Great Yan Empire in the main hall were speechless and sat on the spot together.

As the other party said, none of them could write such poems, otherwise, how could they suffer such "shame of the country" today.

Seeing that there was no response from all directions, the arrogance in the old man's eyes became even worse, and he looked at Han Feng with a hint of disdain, with silent disdain.

When Han Feng saw this, he suddenly laughed.

"Hahaha……!"

"What are you laughing at?" The old man asked in confusion.

Han Feng laughed and said: "I laugh at you, old man, you think highly of yourself, but you don't know the truth that there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. In poetry and prose, there is a strong player in the best, and a mountain is higher than a mountain!

Our Great Yan Empire is full of talents, and our own talents are among the greatest talents in the past and present. It's just that "the one who comes is a guest", and they pay three respects to you.

It's ridiculous that the old gentleman takes "politeness" as "capital", is self-righteous, and has such a thick skin, which really admires the younger generation! "

"you……!"

Han Feng's sharp words made the three Confucian scholars lose their face, and the square-faced old man couldn't help saying angrily: "Zhuzi is rude, you keep saying that your country has amazing talents, may I ask where their talents are, and dare to fight with them?" Shall I wait and see?"

Han Feng showed contempt on his face, and said with a sneer, "How can you kill a chicken with a sledgehammer, and compete with the three old gentlemen, I, the leader of the little eunuch, is more than enough!"

Hearing this, the three of them couldn't help blowing their beards and staring, with both anger and disdain in their eyes.

The white-haired old man couldn't help sneering: "Young man with a yellow mouth, it's not enough to trust his talents!"

But Han Feng didn't bother to pay attention to him, he just turned around, cupped his hands towards Tuoba Feixiong who was on the throne on the high platform, and said, "Please allow the villain, Your Majesty, to represent my Great Yan Empire and present three poems in return to Tian Yuan." These great Confucians from the dynasty and the Tianshengyuan."

Tuoba Feixiong had already seen that the little eunuch in front of him was not simple. Hearing this, he looked at Han Feng with scorching eyes, and then nodded directly.

"Okay, I'm ready to play!"

Chapter 7 and Five: From the Great Way to the Simple!

Hearing Tuoba Feixiong's quasi-play, Han Feng turned around directly, strode to the center of the hall, faced the three Hongru and all the officials in the hall, and said proudly.

"Just now I heard three great Confucian scholars write three poems, "Sihe Guixin", "Yong Tan" and "Tao Zang". My servant, Bucai, also wrote three poems to pay tribute to the Tianyuan Dynasty."

When everyone heard the words, many people showed surprise and curiosity.

What kind of confidence does this little eunuch from Ningyue Palace who appeared out of nowhere have so badly evaluated the three "Poems for the Nation" just now, and what kind of poems he can make.

At this moment, even the crown prince and second prince who also knew Han Feng, and even the fourth princess Tuoba Yilan, who recently enjoyed Han Feng's full body massage every night, showed surprise. He never thought that Han Feng was good at massaging and rubbing his legs. Also write poetry.

At this moment, Han Feng was already "45 degrees" looking up at the sky, frowning and meditating, assuming a posture that a literati and poet should have.

With such a posture, it took only half a stick of incense, and the crowd in the hall couldn't help but feel a little commotion, wondering if the little eunuch was playing tricks and didn't know how to compose any poems at all.

Just when there was some commotion in the main hall, the three Hongru and the members of the Tianyuan Dynasty mission all sneered, waiting for Han Feng to make a fool of himself.

In the center of the hall, Han Feng suddenly stepped forward and spoke slowly.

"The first poem I wrote next is called "Yanhuang Sweeping Sihe""

Everyone was shocked when they heard the words, and Tuoba Feixiong, who was sitting on a high place, couldn't help but focus his eyes slightly, attracted by the title of this poem, didn't "Yanhuang" refer to himself?

At the next moment, Han Feng stirred up the spiritual power in his body, and his voice was bold and bold, like a rolling river, overwhelming all the voices in the hall.

"Emperor Yan sweeps all directions, the tiger looks at He Xiongzai!

Swinging the sword to break the floating clouds, all the princes came to the west. "

With Han Feng's sonorous and powerful voice, he recited this vigorous, heroic and domineering poem word by word, and the sound was transmitted to every corner of the hall!

Everyone seemed to see a peerless emperor, wielding his sword in all directions, commanding the princes, with invincible power in the world, for a moment, everyone was moved, terrified, and stunned...

And Han Feng's voice is still going on!

"Clearly comes from the apocalypse, and roughly leads the group.

……

The crossbow shoots the sea fish, and the long whale is Cui Wei.

The forehead and nose are like the five mountains, and the waves spray clouds and thunder.

The majesty of the dragon covers the sky, and the prosperous age covers Penglai!

After a poem was recited, the originally noisy and commotion hall was already silent, and a needle could be heard!

Even though Han Feng's chanting had stopped long ago, everyone still seemed to be able to hear the echo in their ears. Hearing this majestic and magnificent poem that frightened the world, they rushed out of the hall and went straight to the sky!

At this moment, everyone was startled, including Tianyuan Guoshi Huangfusheng, especially "Tuoba Feixiong" on the throne!

Han Feng's verses let them see a peerless emperor who has made great achievements in the past and present. Isn't that kind of courage and achievement that goes forward and pushes everything across the world with his sword? Isn't it the goal he dreamed of?

For a moment, Tuoba Feixiong seemed to be immersed in this poem, and he couldn't help standing up from the throne.

The majestic body that was slightly bent due to the oppressive fate of the country and the sadness in his heart suddenly straightened at this moment, like an unsheathed "Emperor's Sword", shining cold everywhere!

At this moment, Tuoba Feixiong seemed to have regained his majesty as an emperor, and even that kind of vigor soared to the sky, even better than before.

Compared with Tuoba Feixiong's sudden radiance, the three great Confucian scholars in the Daoist Academy that day were all shaken and their expressions changed drastically. They were completely shocked by Han Feng's song "Yanhuang Sweeps Four He".

Especially the Confucian who wrote the poem "Sihe Guixin", his pupils trembled and his face turned pale.

He was originally proud of the shocking poems that can suppress the fate of the country.

In front of this poem written by the other party, it was actually overshadowed, and the boundless momentum he had accumulated collapsed, causing the supreme belief in his heart to begin to shake violently.

Suddenly, there was a strong wind over Linde Hall, and the thick dark clouds that had accumulated originally dissipated a lot at this moment.

However, in the center of the hall, Han Feng, under the gaze of all the people, was still immersed in poetry and couldn't extricate himself, but from the corner of his eyes, he was secretly watching the reactions of everyone in the hall.

Seeing Tuoba Feixiong on the throne in high spirits, with the majesty of "drawing his sword and looking around in a daze", and the stunned expressions of the great Confucians in Tianshengyuan, Han Feng secretly sneered.

"Hmph, fight with me, you think you are a great Hongru, and I'm afraid that I can't kill you when I bring out 'Poetry Immortal'?"

Han Feng's "Yanhuang Sweeping Sihe" is adapted from "Qin Wang Sweeping Liuhe" written by Li Bai, a poet in the previous life. He can monopolize the reputation of "Poetry Immortal" in China for 5000 years. How can Li Taibai's talent be It can only be described by the word "shocking".

Han Feng used "stones from other mountains to attack jade" and used the talents of poets to suppress a great Confucian. It was really relaxing and enjoyable.

Moreover, Han Feng did not give the other party a chance to breathe, seeing that the effect of the first poem had been achieved.

Han Feng spoke again, but this time, his tone changed from "heroic and brave" to "depressed and dignified", even with a bit of tragic meaning.

"The second poem I give you is called "Song of the Thatched House Broken by the Autumn Wind"!"

When everyone heard the name of the word, they were startled, and there was an inexplicable sense of bleakness and coldness.

And the next moment, Han Feng's gloomy and low tone has already uttered the words.

"In August and autumn, the high wind howls and rolls the three layers of grass on my house. The Mao flies across the river and sprinkles the suburbs of the river. The taller ones hang on the tops of the forest, and the lower ones float to Shentangao.

……

And there are thousands of mansions, sheltering all the cold people in the world!The wind and the rain are unmoved as a mountain.

Alas!When I suddenly see this house in front of my eyes, it will be enough for my house to be broken and frozen to death! "

Han Feng's every word was piercing, his voice was desolate but firm.

Especially the last two sentences, the kind of "children's heart" that is willing to plead for the lives of the poor in the world, willing to endure the hunger and cold of the world alone, and never going forward is undoubtedly evident and has reached its peak!

When Han Feng uttered the last line of the poem, the originally silent hall was no longer quiet, and someone repeated the last two lines like a dream.

"There are tens of thousands of mansions in Ande, which shelters the poor and the poor all over the world! It is as safe as a mountain without being affected by wind and rain.

Alas!When I suddenly see this house in front of my eyes, it will be enough for my house to be broken and frozen to death! "

All of a sudden, the crowd was in an uproar. Some literati shed tears and drenched their clothes, and some veterans beat their breasts and cried on the spot... What kind of spirit and heart can make such an eternal article with "innocent heart".

At this moment, not only the civil servants of the Great Yan Empire were crying, but even the Confucian scholars and national scholars of the Tianyuan Dynasty completely changed their colors. Some people even couldn't stop their eyes from turning red and their eye sockets moist.

Even if they try their best to suppress their emotions and don't want to show them to the public, they can't hide their agitated hearts at all.

And at this moment, the red-faced old man who wrote the poem "Ode to Carbon", one of the three great Confucianists, also swayed for a while, and actually staggered back, unable to stand steadily, and his face was full of disbelief.

Originally, he thought that his poem "Ode to Tan" was already the "absolutely famous" work among such poems.

But the moment Han Feng wrote the song "The Thatched House Was Broken by the Autumn Wind", he felt a sense of enlightenment and was strongly shocked, and the unwavering belief in his heart was shaken!

"It's really good... good words... ah, there are such excellent works in the world, I don't regret hearing them!"

In the end, he couldn't help the tears in his eyes and exclaimed.

At this moment, the dark clouds gathering in the sky above Linde Hall dispersed again, leaving only a thin layer of mist shrouded in it.

Just when everyone was shocked by Han Feng's two poems "Yanhuang Sweeping Sihe" and "The Thatched House is Broken by the Autumn Wind", Han Feng had already spoken again.

"The third poem I'm giving you is called "Zhongnan Bieye"."

This time, Han Feng's voice was surprisingly calm, as if he was strolling in a courtyard, chatting casually with his friends.

"In my later years, I only want to be quiet, and I don't care about everything.

Self-reliant measures, Sorachi return old forest.

Song Feng blew the band and Shanyue played the piano.

The king asks the poor, and the fisherman enters Pushen. "

A simple poem, just a few crosses, in Han Feng's casual and even "lazy" tone, drifted through the hall and spread to everyone's ears.

Everyone present could only feel that they were originally influenced by Han Feng's first two poems, and their hearts were either agitated or gloomy...a condensed mind that would not disperse.

At this moment, as if the spring breeze was blowing, a kind of inexplicable relaxation and comfort swept away my heart, as if all the troubles were put aside, there was no "fame and wealth", no "love, hatred and hatred"...

Without all the things that can disturb your state of mind, everything becomes simple and plain, which makes you feel infinitely peaceful.

At this moment, the civil servants and military generals of the Great Yan Empire unexpectedly discovered that the inexplicable sense of heavy oppression in their hearts disappeared just now under the three poems on the country by the three eminent scholars of Tianshengyuan.

And it also dissipated, and there was the last ray of haze that had shrouded the hall for a long time, and the sky was clear again, with a bright moon in the sky and stars.

And at this moment, Tianyuan Guoshi Huangfusheng, who had been able to maintain his composure, finally stood up in shock, his eyes were filled with light, and his eyes were fixed on Han Feng, and his heart was full of shock.

Because the other party's last poem, which seems to be the most simple and plain, actually contains the true meaning of Tao.

"From the road to simplicity"!

Chapter 7 and six of Dingguo Poetry

As soon as Han Feng's three poems came out, the dark clouds in the sky cleared away, and the bright moon was in the sky, shining brightly. In the entire Linde Hall, it seemed that there was holy light washing away the dust.

As a breeze blew past, everyone in the Great Yan Empire felt a sense of being baptized at this moment, and their spirits suddenly became uplifted.

Some people even broke free from the shackles on the spot when their whole body vibrated violently, breaking through their martial arts cultivation!

This is an extremely miraculous phenomenon. Originally, Han Feng's three poems did not have any special abilities, but with the power of "Wen Dao", the three great Confucians have suppressed the fate of the Great Yan Empire for a century, and the general trend has come.

This general trend has invisibly formed a heavy pressure on the people of the Great Yan Empire, leaving behind demons, which will have a far-reaching impact on their future cultivation.

However, at the moment when these three poems by Han Feng come out, they are actually "breaking the text with the text", crushing this general trend directly.

At the same time, it also helped everyone to eliminate the haunting demons. When the pressure was released, some people's moods were naturally sublimated, and they directly and unexpectedly broke through the bottleneck.

Unlike those people from the Great Yan Empire who were blessed by misfortune, when Han Feng's three poems were completed, the eyes of the three Confucian scholars who wrote the three poems for the country were shocked and horrified at the same time.

Immediately, the faces of the three of them turned pale, and they spat out a mouthful of blood at the same time. The aura of righteousness on their bodies was greatly damaged, and their aura quickly became weak. The realm of the three of them fell directly!

It turned out that the three Zhenguo poems contained the mysterious power gathered by the three people with their own Dao, but now that they have been broken, their Dao Hearts have been damaged, and their cultivation has been directly implicated.

The remaining seven Confucian scholars of the Tianyuan Dynasty and all the national scholars present were also shocked at the same time.

At this moment, the head of the three Confucian scholars, the old man with white hair, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, raised his head and stared deeply at Han Feng, with an expression of disbelief in his eyes, and muttered in his mouth.

"This...this poem can...can establish a country!"

"This poem can set the country!"

In just five words, it contained the infinite awe and shock in the heart of this Hongru of Tianshengyuan.

If the poem written by the three of them just now is a "National Poetry" that can suppress the luck of the Great Yan Empire.

Then these three poems by Han Feng can be called "Dingguo Poems", which can determine the fate of the Great Yan Empire for a hundred years, or even hundreds of years!

As soon as the old man said this, both Huangfu Sheng and Tuoba Feixiong changed their colors, Huangfu Sheng's expression turned slightly cold, and his eyes were full of surprise.

But Tuoba Feixiong's eyes were bright, and he stared at Han Feng fiercely, as if he saw a piece of "rare precious jade"!

And Tuoba Ningyue, who used tricks to force Han Feng to play, was completely stunned at this moment.

She was just holding the attitude of "a dead horse is a living horse doctor" and let Han Feng take the stage to have a try.