The best county magistrate

The ten people facing the battle stood facing each other.

Bao Yu, the leader of the Beiliao mission, stared sharply at Yang Xuanchen, who was standing at the end of Dayan's team.

"Master Xiao Yang, why don't you decide the outcome with a poem with me, instead of letting these idiots go first?"

His arrogant tone immediately angered the four people in the academy.

"That's your mother!" The one who cursed was Dai Lumao, who had long hated Bao Yu to the core.

If he wasn't standing on a high platform at this moment, representing the entire Great Yan, he would have wanted to rush up and give him a few big dicks.

In response to his insult, Bao Yu just smiled contemptuously, his lips moving silently, making a silly beep.

If the talented man next to him hadn't pulled Dai Lumao hard, the next literary fight might have turned into a physical fight.

"That's enough! Dai Lumao, as a disciple of the academy and known as one of the four most talented people in the capital, why are you showing off your rhetorical skills!" Yang Xuanchen shouted coldly.

He walked up to Dai Lumao, put his hands on his shoulders, and looked at him with encouraging eyes.

"When a gentleman fights, he does not fight with words, but puts virtue first. He does not put power as victory, but benevolence and righteousness as the highest priority. He does not hurt others with words, but moves people's hearts with sincerity."

"A gentleman is nothing more than Rulan!"

"From the moment you step onto the Wen Dou stage, you are no longer Dai Lumao, nor are you a student of Jixia Academy..."

Speaking of this, Yang Xuanchen raised his voice, "You are a scholar in Dayan, a pillar of talent in His Majesty's eyes, and a hope in the eyes of the people!"

His words were sonorous, powerful and contagious, which made Dai Lumao, who had always paid little attention to him, feel ashamed.

At some point, the shouts of the people in the audience changed from Yang Xuanchen to Dai Lumao.

Looking at the excited people and Emperor Jianwen on the royal chariot, Dai Lümao felt a surge of ambition in his chest, and his eyes became confident at this moment.

He took a step back and saluted Yang Xuanchen, "Master Yang, students should remember the teachings."

The other three people looked at Yang Xuanchen with admiration. The three of them imitated Dai Lumao and saluted him, "Students, please remember Master Yang's teachings!"

Bao Yu narrowed his eyes. What a powerful Yang Xuanchen. In just a few words, he ignited the fighting spirit of these four idiots.

Among the people watching the battle, Emperor Jianwen smiled. He believed that with Yang Xuanchen's encouragement and his own strength, winning this literary battle should be a piece of cake.

The three doctors from Jixia Academy, Liu Qingshan and Li Changliu all stroked their beards and nodded with satisfaction.

Tuoba Zhongxuan laughed heartily, but everyone in the Beiliao mission looked nervous.

The people in the audience once again shouted, "Master Yang is so righteous!"

Some even shouted at the top of their lungs, "Mr. Yang, I want to give you a son!"

"You can't give birth to a son with your ass, but Master Yang, look at me, my ass is sure to give birth to a son!"

Li Changliu suppressed the noise with his hands and said, "The second literary fight begins now. Please take a seat."

"In the first round, write a poem with the theme of winter, and the time limit is one moment."

As soon as they finished speaking, Dai Lumao and Bao Yu closed their eyes. They both had their hands bent in front of the case without writing.

In less than two sticks of incense, Dai Lumao opened his eyes first and wrote the book in one go.

After he finished writing, he reviewed his poem several times and handed it over to Liu Qingshan to copy it on his behalf.

Then Bao Yu completed his poem.

After Liu Qingshan used his handwriting to rewrite the names of the two of them, he respectfully presented them to Tuoba Zhongxuan.

"The world is new when it clears up after the snow, and the snow is deep in the painting."

"The cold winter may not be unkind, but the faint fragrance floats under the moon."

He read it silently, then looked at the second piece of paper.

"When the forest is deep, I can see the traces of deer, and when the snow falls, I listen to the silence of the pines and waves."

"The stars hang in the sky on a winter night, and the poem's heart is flowing with ink marks on the blue."

Tuoba Zhongxuan handed the two poems to Li Changliu and Zhang Zizhou respectively and asked them to judge.

The three of them talked for a while, and after a while, they selected the poem they thought was better.

Dai Lumao and Bao Yu stood on the stage waiting for Li Changliu's announcement. The two of them were in very different moods. The former was still a little lacking in himself, but the latter was confident and looked like a winner.

"I declare the winner of this round..."

Li Changliu paused deliberately, arousing everyone's curiosity, and then slowly spoke: "When the forest is deep, I see the traces of deer, and when the snow falls, I listen to the silence of the pines."

"The stars hang in the sky on a winter night, and the poem's heart is flowing with ink marks on the blue."

After the poem was read out, the stage and the audience were silent for a few moments, and then there were bursts of praise, and everyone looked at Dai Lumao with admiration.

But only he himself knew that he had lost and that this was not the poem he had just written.

He is far inferior to this poem alone.

Dai Lumao first lowered his head and sighed, then bowed his hand to Bao Yu to admit defeat.

Li Changliu glanced at Dai Lümao. After this battle, he could pick up and put down. He was a man who could be made.

Then the result was announced loudly, "The winner is Wenhan Academy, Bao Yu!"

As soon as the result came out, the whole audience was in an uproar. Everyone thought that this poem was written by Dai Lumao, but they did not expect that it was written by Bao Yu of Northern Liao Dynasty.

Amid the shouts and curses, Yang Xuanchen walked up to Dai Lumao, patted his shoulder, and said seriously: "Thirty years to Hedong, thirty years to Hexi, don't bully young people into poverty!"

When Dai Lumao heard this, he looked up at him with a look of gratitude in his eyes.

As he walked towards his chair, he murmured, "Thirty years to the east of Hedong and thirty years to the west of Hexi. Don't bully young people into poverty!"

He bowed to Yang Xuanchen's back again, "Thank you."

Dai Lümao is the strongest poet in Xuegong, so the ensuing battle is not very exciting. Bao Yu can easily defeat the other three.

When Yang Xuanchen was the only one left on the stage, Bao Yu felt that he was invincible. He took a few steps closer to Yang Xuanchen, with a proud smile on his face.

"Master Xiao Yang, these losers are finally gone. It's time for the battle between you and me."

"You know, I have been waiting for this day for a long time. Ever since your two poems were introduced to Huajing City and sung by the world, everyone said that you are a poetry fairy..."

Speaking of this, Bao Yu's tone became colder, "But I, Bao Yu, don't accept it. Isn't it because you didn't see the red maple water coming up from the sky? Isn't it because the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter has been difficult to solve since ancient times."

"I am confident that I will not be inferior to anyone else in terms of poetry, even your poet Yang Xuanchen is no exception!"

"Mr. Tuoba's poetry is not as good as mine, and you, Yang Xuanchen, are even worse than me!"

After listening to his words, Yang Xuanchen laughed, he laughed wildly and wildly.

Xiao Zhuzi, you are really arrogant. If you can defeat Jiujianxian and Su Taishi, you will be the most ridiculous person in the world.

"You! What are you laughing at? Are you targeting me?" Bao Yu originally wanted to vent his emotions and anger Yang Xuanchen, but he didn't expect that it actually aroused his ridicule.

Yang Xuanchen pointed at Bao Yu with a finger and shook it with a joking expression on his face.

"No...don't get me wrong, I'm not targeting you!"

Bao Yu showed a puzzled expression. It was not directed at me, so why are you laughing so wildly?

Then came a scene that he would never forget.

I saw Yang Xuanchen looking around, looking at all the arrogant and arrogant talents of the Northern Liao Mission with a disdainful, contemptuous, and joking smile.

He laughed loudly: "I'm not targeting you, I'm saying that everyone here is rubbish!"

"If you are interested, you can come to my Dayan to study, but you must go through selection first, because I will only teach real scholars and will never accept rubbish!"

boom!

As soon as these words came out, you could hear a pin drop on the Wen Dou stage!

Even the people in the audience were stunned.

Only Emperor Jianwen, who was sitting on the royal chariot, showed a happy smile. I, the scholar from Dayan, must be Yang Xuanchen, domineering and arrogant!

Tuoba Zhongxuan smiled and shook his head. He knew very well the nature of Bao Yu and all the Northern Liao students.

They all have their eyes on the top and think they are the best in the world, but how do they know that there is another mountain that is higher than the other?

How can ordinary people like you understand the artistic conception and vocabulary in Yang Xuanchen's poems?

He sighed and said nothing, because Yang Xuanchen said it for him.

"I once said that we should establish a heart for the heaven and earth, establish a destiny for the living and the people, carry forward the unique knowledge for the saints, and create peace for all generations!"

"Today, I, Yang Xuanchen, will let you see what it means to inherit the unique knowledge for the saints!"

Tuoba Zhongxuan stood up after hearing the words, this... this is the integrity that a scholar should have, this is the words of a saint!