sbdcsierra Chapter 492 Fighting between Dragon and Tiger
Chapter 492 Fighting between Dragon and Tiger
Chapter 492 Dragon and Tiger Clash
As Ye Ru looked around, he noticed that many people's thoughts were also blocked. Some people even stopped writing halfway through and could only leave in disappointment.
It's not surprising that these people are like this. After all, their thinking is limited, and they've already exhausted themselves after going through so many long competitions.
Such literary gatherings are inherently contested, where only the brave prevail when paths cross. Generally speaking, only those with genuine talent and learning can persevere to the end.
Of course, many intellectuals were also deep in thought, their faces showing a growing seriousness.
It was only at this point that they realized that the Six Arts were not as simple as they had imagined.
Because the previous matches had already taken a toll on their mental state.
After a moment of contemplation, Ye Ru picked up his pen again and continued writing.
Time passed little by little, and Ye Ru's "Ode to the Red Cliff" was gradually written.
The "Ode to the Red Cliff" was quite demanding on his talent, and he couldn't afford to fail. So, with such focused concentration, it was incredibly tiring.
Activating his Zen Mindset, Ye Ru felt streams of talent flowing continuously into his book palace. He then put down his pen and rubbed his eyes. In the direction of Yan Jin, there were already signs of the book's success.
"It seems that original works can generate huge reactions in this world. I wonder what will happen after this 'Ode to the Red Cliff' is finished."
Watching everyone intently writing, Ye Ru looked at his own handwriting and murmured with some anticipation.
This fu (a type of classical Chinese prose-poem) is different from ordinary fu. Su Shi used a question-and-answer format between host and guest to express the joy of boating on a moonlit night and the sorrow of reminiscing about the past and lamenting the present. The fu has a very unique concept in terms of layout and structure, and it has also had a great influence on the fu of later generations. This is why Ye Ru was very much looking forward to what kind of strange phenomenon would occur after this fu was written.
"boom!"
Countless thick inks spread around Yan Jin and the others' bodies, eventually forming a pool of ink in front of Yan Jin and Yan Feng, which was quite magical.
What seems magical to outsiders is quite common to Xie Ming and his group.
"Practicing calligraphy by the pond, that's a great skill, it's put you ahead of dozens of people."
Xie Ming looked at the ink pool in front of Yan Jin and spoke slowly, then turned to Mr. Kong and said:
"I wonder what level Kong Ling is at in calligraphy right now?"
"I think it's the second realm, but I can't remember exactly. But the second realm is enough."
Mr. Kong said calmly, but his words were filled with a strong sense of pride.
The second realm of calligraphy is beyond the reach of ordinary scholars; at most, they can only practice calligraphy by the pond.
Kong Ling had already reached the second realm of calligraphy, the realm of iron strokes and silver hooks, a year ago, so he had reason to be proud and was qualified to do so.
The competition continued, and the surrounding energy grew stronger until, in the end, the world seemed to darken considerably.
When Kong Ling saw Yan Jin and the others use the "Linchi Xue Shu" technique, her eyes narrowed slightly. The battle had reached a fever pitch, as the incense stick could only last for half an hour.
Taking a deep breath, Kong Ling flicked the tip of her brush, and instantly, a wisp of ink appeared from the tip of the brush. The ink seemed to melt and began to change in all directions on the Xuan paper. Then, a sound of clashing swords and galloping horses resounded.
"Iron strokes and silver hooks? Didn't Wang say that there were no calligraphers above level two in this literary gathering?"
Seeing this, Yan Jin gradually stopped writing. After a moment, he looked at Kong Ling, who had a solemn expression in the distance, and exclaimed.
This scene astonished everyone present, and they all turned their gaze in that direction.
"The calligraphy is strong and elegant; this generation of literati is indeed very talented."
Ye Ru glanced at Kong Ling and sighed inwardly.
Among scholars who have passed the imperial examinations, those who can reach the level of "iron strokes and silver hooks" generally have a high chance of becoming masters of calligraphy if they concentrate.
Seeing that everyone around him was using their most powerful skills,
Taking a deep breath, Ye Ru quickly focused his mind, and a silver light surged between his brows, at which moment a book heart was formally formed.
At the same time, a sound of killing began to echo around him.
This scene left many people momentarily stunned. Hearing the sounds of war and slaughter coming from the surrounding area, they immediately came to their senses, and all eyes turned towards Ye Ru.
This poem is closely related to calligraphy, as the Six Arts inherently emphasize calligraphy.
Both Ye Ru and Kong Ling possess extremely powerful calligraphic skills.
"The champion of this literary gathering will probably be decided between these two people."
Looking at Ye Ru and Kong Ling, who were not giving an inch, Xie Ming stroked his beard and said calmly.
"That's not necessarily true. Many people choose to accumulate experience and then unleash it later, just so that others won't target them."
Shi Tianze said in a deep voice. As expected, as soon as he finished speaking, many scholars also used their respective powers. In an instant, the talent of this world was greatly enhanced.
Their talent transformed into vortexes, continuously flowing into the Xuan paper written by these literati, gradually increasing their aura.
Finally, everyone's writing came to an end, and dark clouds appeared in the sky, as if thunderbolts were striking down from the heavens.
At that moment, a muffled sound resounded throughout the world, drawing countless gazes in that direction. Above Yan Jin's head, a thundercloud rapidly condensed, as if drawn by what he had written.
"It actually summoned thunderclouds, not bad. If it could also generate lightning, perhaps this would be a good piece of work."
With a slight frown, Xie Ming commented.
"It's just thunderclouds, only ranking in the middle to lower tier among excellent poems."
Shi Tianze shook his head, glanced at him, and then turned his gaze to Ye Ru.
The other party has displayed such talent in this place that even a Jinshi (a successful candidate in the highest imperial examinations) would be somewhat overwhelmed by him.
As thunderclouds began to form above Yan Jin's head, Yan Feng, Shi Tian, and the others followed closely behind. He could sense the talent and energy contained within them, which, once unleashed, would likely be extremely powerful.
"This is truly a fierce battle."
Thinking of this, Ye Ru sighed softly, feeling a bit of pressure in his heart, but then he shook his head and looked at his Xuan paper.
By this time, he had already written the final chapters, but thunderclouds still hadn't gathered.
After a moment, he continued writing:
"Moreover, everything in the world has its owner. If it is not mine, I will not take even a hair of it. Only the clear breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains, which the ear hears and the eye sees, can be taken without restraint and used without exhaustion. They are the inexhaustible treasures of the Creator, which you and I can enjoy together."