Chapter 7: Five Steps to Poetry

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"Bell!"

The two swords collided, sparks splashed everywhere, and the killing machine overflowed.

The two simply exchanged hands, then each retreated, and then quickly approached.

In Liu Xuan's eyes, he was confident and calm.

After the short fight just now, Liu Xuan already had a judgment in his heart.

Hongtong's swordsmanship, at best, is the acquired realm, and he has not yet broken through the innate realm. And Liu Xuan inherited the inheritance of the Golden Bell Jar, which has already been completed in the acquired realm, and all aspects of the body's quality have approached the critical point of breakthrough.

In his previous life, Liu Xuan had learned swordsmanship, and now that his physical fitness has kept up, he is even more fearless.

The iron sword in his hand stabbed out, straight to Hong Tong's heart.

"The blade of the sword is ruthless."

Hong Tong let out a low snort, and the saber poked out.

This sword, as if it had emotions, was indifferent and ruthless, fierce and violent. The tip of the sword was indomitable, colliding with Liu Xuan's iron sword. With a collision, the sword in Liu Xuan's hand was swung away, and Hong Tong immediately made a move.

"The sword is out and there is no return!"

Hong Tong shouted again, and his sword was even sharper.

Liu Xuan didn't have the so-called sword moves, but just kept resisting. He swerved, dodging one of Hongtong's swords, pausing slightly.

The next moment, Hongtong's moves were already old.

When Liu Xuan saw this, his eyes lit up.

Here's your chance!

The iron sword in Liu Xuan's hand was lifted, and a sword stabbed out, and then fell blatantly, like a ring ruler.

"Smack!"

The blade slammed into Hong Tong's right wrist, and the power of the sword erupted from the blade, invading Hong Tong's wrist tendons.

In an instant, Hong Tong's hand holding the iron sword lost its strength.

The iron sword fell, and fell to the ground with a clatter.

The iron sword in Liu Xuan's hand took advantage of the situation and immediately made a move. In the blink of an eye, the sharp tip of the sword had stopped in the first three inches of Hong Tong's throat.

"You're defeated!"

Liu Xuan spoke, and returned the sword into the sheath with a sonorous sound.

Turning to look at Liu He, Liu Xuan said: "Father, my son's swordsmanship is not proficient, and he can't be able to retract and release freely, so the sword competition will end in three or two moves, please forgive me." ā€

Liu He smiled and said, "It's okay, it's already very exciting." ā€

Liu Yu watched the defeated Hongtong retreat, gritted his steel teeth, and felt hatred in his heart. But in front of everyone, he had to smile on his face and praise: "Big brother is really good swordsmanship, admire." ā€

Liu Xuandao: "The second brother praised it falsely, I am just a fist embroidered leg, not worth mentioning." ā€

Liu Yu scolded in his heart, you are embroidered with fists, so what am I?

The other officials looked at Liu Xuan, but their eyes had completely different looks. If Yang Feng made a fuss before, and Liu Xuan fought back fiercely, then they just felt that Liu Xuan was sharp-tongued, and after the competition, they found that Liu Xuan's martial arts were also outstanding.

It can be said that Liu Xuanwen is both civil and martial.

Even if Liu Xuan is not valued by Liu He, after all, he is the eldest son, and with a talent, he does not have a chance to play.

Liu He picked up the wine bottle and said, "Xuan'er, my father toasts you with a glass, you are very good." ā€

Previously, the reason why Liu He hated Liu Xuan was that Princess Kang kept saying bad things, which caused Liu He to feel that Liu Xuanwen was not a martial artist and was a wreck. Liu Xuan's performance, both civil and military, made Liu He quite happy.

Liu Xuan picked up the wine bottle and said, "Thank you, father." ā€

Liu Yu saw that Liu Xuan was favored, and he was furious in his heart, feeling that his own things had been snatched away. He couldn't hold it anymore, walked into the hall again, and arched his hand: "Father, tonight is so festive, there is wine and no poetry, it is too boring. It's better to write a poem in this way, start with a poem, and then everyone will also write a poem to increase the fun. ā€

"Good!"

A smile appeared on Liu He's face.

After Liu Yu got the permission, he was not in a hurry to write a poem, looked at Liu Xuan, and said slowly: "Brother, you and I are the sons of my father's knees. The younger brother throws bricks and leads the jade first, and then the elder brother picks it up, how about it? ā€

Liu Xuan's mind turned quickly, but he said: "The second brother is warmly invited, and the brother naturally can't refuse." However, such a grand scene, if it is just a simple poem, I am afraid it will not be enjoyable. ā€

Liu Yu doesn't have a long memory, and he wants to take the initiative to put his face up and be beaten, but Liu Xuanzi doesn't mind making a move.

Liu Yu said: "How can I have fun? ā€

Liu Xuan replied: "Poetry is a gift, and there must be something to say. In this way, with 'plum', 'orchid', 'bamboo', and 'chrysanthemum' as the content, the poems must be related to plum, orchid, bamboo, and chrysanthemum. Since the second brother wants to start, he will start with 'plum' to write poems, and when it is my turn, I will use 'orchid' as the content, and then bamboo and chrysanthemum. Then, the cycle repeats. ā€

After a pause, Liu Xuan said: "If you can't make a poem, then it's okay, just punish yourself with a cup." ā€

Brush!

The look on Liu Yu's face suddenly turned blue.

The situation is out of control.

Liu Yu proposed to write a poem because he had already found someone to write a poem, and planned to perform it at the banquet and make it difficult for Liu Xuan.

Liu Xuan changed the rules of poetry, and a poem recited by Liu Yu was completely out of line, so he completely lost the opportunity, and although he was a diligent and studious son in Liu He's eyes, he was brilliant in writing, but the actual situation was mediocre and completely straw bag.

Liu Yu hesitated: "Such a rule, I'm afraid it's ......."

Liu Xuan directly interrupted: "Second brother, you follow the great Confucian poetry of the palace, this difficulty is not worth mentioning for you." And as I said, drinking alcohol is allowed to punish itself. ā€

Without waiting for Liu Yu to speak, Liu Xuan arched his hand and said, "Father, what do you think?" ā€

Liu He likes to be lively, glanced at Liu Yu, and said, "Yu'er, this king believes in you." As he spoke, Liu He said: "Zhuqing, Xuan'er's proposal is very good, according to his suggestion, write poems to help the fun, do you have any objections?" ā€

The crowd said: "The ministers obey the order!" ā€

Liu Xuan smiled at the corner of his mouth and said, "Second brother, since you are the beginning, please write a poem." The poems of the second brother should have something to do with 'Mei', there is nothing difficult about this, the eldest brother believes in you. ā€

Liu Yu clenched his fists, and the expression on his face was embarrassed.

He couldn't write poems on the spot.

Liu Yu looked up at Liu He, who was full of anticipation, and sighed lightly in his heart, this time he was embarrassed. He lifted the stone and wanted to break Liu Xuan's leg, but he didn't expect to smash his own leg instead.

"I don't have a clue about writing the poem 'Mei' for the time being, I admit defeat in the first round, and I punish myself."

Liu Yu picked up the wine bottle, raised his head and drank it all.

After drinking, Liu Yu glanced at the reactions of Liu He and the officials, and saw that there seemed to be contempt in their eyes, and they were even more secretly hateful in their hearts. Liu Yu said: "Big brother, if my brother can't make poems, I can only bother my eldest brother." The eldest brother has been smart since he was a child, and it must be easy to write a poem about 'Mei'. ā€

Liu Xuandao: "The second brother has said so, so naturally the brother can't have expectations." I made a poem with the title of "Plum Blossoms". ā€

Liu Xuan stood in the hall with his hands behind his back, pacing back and forth, pausing step by step.

Everyone's eyes fell on Liu Xuan.

One-step!

Two steps!

……

When it came to the fifth step, Liu Xuan opened his mouth to chant.

"There are a few plums in the corner, and Ling Han opens them alone."

"I know that it's not snow, it's because there's a dark fragrance."

A five-character poem by Wang Anshi is simple and simple, but the spirit contained in it is lofty.

Liu Yu's eyes widened, and his eyes were full of incredulity.

Five steps to poetry!

Liu Xuan was able to write a poem in five steps, but he didn't make anything.

Kong Rong is a great Confucian in the sea, and his writing is brilliant, he read it and couldn't help but praise: "Xuan Gongzi's "Plum Blossom" is admirable. The plum blossom is noble, proud of the cold and independent, it is really a must. ā€

Su Jing also praised: "Xuan Gongzi is talented! ā€

Everyone spoke up and praised, with a look of surprise and admiration on their faces. The news from the palace said that the eldest son Liu Xuan had a cowardly personality and did not learn and did not know how to do it.

Now it seems that it is a pearl covered with dust.

Liu Xuan's expression was modest, neither humble nor arrogant, and he was still indifferent in the face of everyone's praise. The more he is like this, in the eyes of the officials of the Beihai Kingdom, the more extraordinary Liu Xuan's bearing becomes.