I Am Sanctified By Writing Books

Taking a sip of fine wine into his throat, Chu He laughed out loud. His hearty laughter attracted everyone's attention.

"To play tricks, how could it be possible to compose poems that surpass Senior Brother Hua!"

The young man snorted coldly, his tone full of disdain.

"Brother Hua is the one who wants to shine at the Youth Poetry Festival in Linjiang County. How can someone like you who is trying to gain fame be able to compare?"

This remark made Hua Feihe very useful, but he still sternly stopped it.

"Fan Qian, it's almost enough. We are all Confucian students, so there's no need to be so stiff!"

He smiled again and stepped forward and said: "Brother Bailong, I'm really sorry, my junior has always been impulsive, so don't take his words to heart."

Hua Feihe's attitude aroused everyone's praise. It has to be said that Hua Feihe has a brilliant literary talent, and he can write poems in just a few moments.

And no matter whether his current humility is fake or not, at least he lives up to his reputation as the number one talented person in Shangyang City.

His attitude made Fan Yi feel unhappy, isn't this belittling Mr. Bailong and Baigong in disguise?

In his heart, Mr. Bai is the real example of Confucianism cultivator, treating others equally, being humble and courteous.

The more he thought about it, the more unhappy he felt, and he had the urge to make a move.

He wanted to tear off Hua Feihe's false face and prove that Mr. Bailong is the real talent.

A voice suddenly stopped him.

"Fan Yi, please help me study ink and lay paper. It's a beautiful day, and I want to compose a poem!"

Chu He didn't pay attention to Hua Feihe, he was drunk and hazy, how could he make false claims with a hypocrite.

I just want to take advantage of the wine to compose a poem to relieve the depression in my chest.

"Okay, Mr. Bai, I'll grind ink and lay paper for you!"

Fan Yi responded loudly, regardless of other people's strange eyes.

He strode into the cabin, found the Four Treasures of the Study, and immediately began to study ink.

Chu He was leaning on the railing, still drinking wine, wanton and carefree.

Hua Feihe's eyes were cold, and he even had killing intent.

In Shangyang City, no one dared not give Hua Feihe face like this.

He wants to see what kind of poems this white dragon can compose!

"Master Bai, ink research is finished." Fan Yi said respectfully.

Chu He nodded and said with a smile, "Okay, hang up the paper!"

Immediately, Fan Yi hung the white paper in the air, the paper was as tall as a person, and it was pure and flawless, just waiting for someone who was destined to ink it.

Chu He took a sip of the wine in the gourd, reached out to take the brush, dipped it in ink, and staggered to the white paper.

The corners of his mouth were raised slightly, his eyes seemed to reflect the galaxy, he looked up at the moon, and laughed out loud.

"Masters, look out!"

"The west wind blows old Ping Jiangbo, and the Dragon Lord has gray hair all night!"

He laughed happily, and the poems in his mouth were like reciting by an exile.

The brush dipped in ink swayed across the white paper, leaving behind these two lines of poetry, chic and elegant.

As soon as this sentence came out, everyone showed contemplative expressions.

They don't understand poetry, but they can also hear the mystery.

After a few breaths, someone suddenly laughed and said, "Second! Mr. Bai is really wonderful!"

"Just this sentence can already be called a masterpiece!"

There was a lot of admiration, Fan Yi's complexion was rosy, as if all these praises fell on him.

As expected of Mr. Bai, those cats and dogs really can't compare.

Hua Feihe's complexion was not very good-looking, this poem seems to have surpassed the saliva poems he piled up with rhetoric.

"What's the point of writing a good poem? As long as there is inspiration, who can't write a good poem and have the ability to complete this poem!"

Fan Qian sneered, his tone full of sarcasm.

But it also made Hua Feihe's complexion calm down a little, he said well, how can a mere poem hold him down.

Guessing that this guy is not well-known, being able to write this sentence is already a stroke of luck, nothing to worry about!

"Master Bai has moved, the next sentence is coming!"

"If the next sentence still has such literary talent, I would like to pay a thousand taels of silver to buy Mr. Bai's calligraphy!"

"Hehe, just this sentence is worth a thousand taels of silver. If the next sentence is still dazzling, I will pay you three thousand taels of silver!"

Seeing Chu He's hands move again, everyone immediately started discussing, followed by the sound of chanting.

"When you are drunk, you don't know the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams pressing the galaxy!"

The pen and ink danced on the white paper, and the second half of the sentence appeared on the white paper.

As soon as this sentence came out, everyone was stunned.

After being drunk, I don't know the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams pressing the galaxy...

Even if they are not Confucianism cultivators, they can still hear the beauty of this poem.

Hua Feihe's eyes were full of disbelief. He thought that the first sentence was already a good sentence with a flash of inspiration, but he never wanted to compare it with the second sentence. The first sentence was at most just a green leaf. Poems that Confucianism cultivators can write by the age of twenty!

Fan Qian first showed shock, and he was also shocked by Chu He's poem.

But he thought about it again, how could a young man in his twenties write such a poem, it must be plagiarism!

He immediately shouted: "Bailong! You are also a scholar, how could you do such a lowly thing, even copying other people's famous lines!"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the audience was shocked.

Plagiarism? Master Bailong did not create this poem by himself, but plagiarized it?

That's right, Bailong is so young, how could he write such poems, maybe it's really plagiarism.

Seeing the changes in the faces of the crowd, Fan Qian showed a smug look on his face: "Bailong, you can just admit that you are not as good as Senior Brother Hua, why do plagiarism and ruin yourself, you are really unwise."

When he said the last sentence, he even shook his head, as if a little regretful.

"Master Bailong, how could it be plagiarism, you are spitting blood!" Fan Yi said angrily.

Fan Qian sneered and said, "Such a masterpiece, even a talented scholar can rarely produce it. How could he, a Confucian scholar under the age of twenty, do it? It's not plagiarism, what else can it be!"

"You!" Fan Yi was burning with anger, he was full of blood, and wanted to make this person who slandered Chu He pay the price.

The sword is on the verge of breaking out, but Chu He is still calm.

With a calm expression, he wrote the title "Inscription Pingyang City Pingjiang Water" on the white paper and signed it Bailong.

"Still pretending, I want to see how long you can pretend." Fan Qian mocked.

After the last stroke, a scent of books lingered around the passenger ship out of thin air.

In the void, dots of starlight flickered, the sky and water merged into one, and the phantom sprinkled a large amount of poetry and calligraphy on Chu He, and the other part fell on the white paper where the poems were written.

This scene stunned everyone.

"Wen Dao vision! It's Wen Dao vision!"

"I am fortunate enough to see the vision of Wen Dao in this life, what a great opportunity!"

"Mr. Bailong is a great talent. A poem can arouse the vision of literature and Taoism. Talent can be expected!"

"..."

For a moment, there was a lot of voices on the passenger ship, and everyone's face flushed with excitement, and there were endless compliments in their mouths, and they didn't know what to say.

Fan Yi was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing.

The vision of literary Tao can only be manifested when it is original and written for the first time.

Anyone who dares to say that Mr. Bailong's poems are plagiarized will definitely cause the whole world to criticize Confucianism cultivators!

Because plagiarism is absolutely impossible to seduce the vision of Wen Dao!