Jiang Ping'an's handwriting is wild and uninhibited, and it penetrates the back of the paper! As the poems were written, a majestic and vast artistic conception spread across the waterside pavilions like an invisible wave, sweeping across the entire Still Water Garden in an instant!
There are no huge waves, no ghosts of Sun Moon Stars. But everyone in the garden seemed to have their minds grasped by an invisible hand!
They "saw" it! See the towering Jieshi Mountain, see the vast, turbulent sea! See the mountain islands towering in the sea and the lush vegetation! Feel the bleak autumn wind and hear the deafening roar of the waves! It feels more like being in the center of the universe, witnessing Sun Moon Stars rising, sinking, and moving from this boundless sea! A majestic spirit that is vast, majestic, inclusive of heaven and earth, and swallows up the universe, impacts everyone's soul like a substance!
"Boom!"
The shock at the spiritual level is far more intense and direct than the visual vision!
The jeers and discussions just now stopped abruptly! Everyone was stunned by the horror contained in this poem! I stared at the wild handwriting in stunned silence, feeling the majestic artistic conception rushing towards my face, as if it was going to completely crush my small existence!
The calm confidence on Ye Gucheng's face instantly solidified, turning into extreme shock and disbelief! The pen in his hand fell down with a "clack", and the ink was blurred without even noticing it!
Ye Wang, the Grand Scholar, who had closed his eyes to rest, suddenly opened his eyes, and his cloudy old eyes burst out with frightening light. He stared at the poem written by Jiang Ping'an, and his body started to tremble slightly! "Tolerating the sun and the moon, swallowing up the stars... Such a broad mind... Such a courage... Never seen in the ages!" He murmured to himself, his voice trembling with disbelief.
The sarcasm on Yang Tingyu's face completely froze, and then turned into a look of deep horror and unwillingness! His carefully prepared poem about water, in front of this song "Guan Cang Hai", is like a firefly to the bright moon!
Xiao Pojun, who had always shown a lack of interest, lowered his arms and his eyes sparkled! He clearly felt the majestic will contained in that poem, which was close to the origin of the great road! This is by no means a simple pile of rhetoric! This will even vaguely resonates with the invincible Dao Heart he pursues! This "vulgar" Lord Ye is not simple!
Zhou Qingyang stood up suddenly and said in a loss of voice, "What a 'sun and moon journey, if it comes out of it; stars are brilliant, if it comes out of it'! This kind of weather... I have never heard of it! It's magnificent! It's magnificent!"
Lan Yu was so excited that his face turned red and his eyes were filled with admiration.
Ye Qingxuan looked at Jiang Ping'an with brilliant eyes.
The waiter tremblingly presented the poem to the main pavilion. Mr. Su looked at the wild handwriting and the verses containing the supreme artistic conception, and his beard trembled with excitement. "The first question is 'Water'! The leader - Ping'an City Lord Ye Chenzhou! "Guan Cang Hai"! This poem is all over the world, and it has great power in ancient and modern times!"
Applause? Still not. Everyone was immersed in huge spiritual shock and could not recover for a long time. The way he looked at Jiang Ping'an completely changed! Awe! Horrified! incredible! Those who had laughed at him before were blushing and wanted to hide in the cracks of the ground.
Ye Gucheng turned pale, looking at his carefully crafted poem, which was as small as dust under the bright light of "Guan Cang Hai"! A strong sense of humiliation and frustration surged into his heart, and Dao Heart was shaken violently.
Yang Tingyu's face was so gloomy that it could drip water, and he stared at Jiang Ping'an with malicious eyes. He noticed that Ye Qingxuan kept looking at Jiang Ping'an.
Those who had previously criticized and despised Jiang Ping'an couldn't help but blush, as if they had been beaten from left to right.
The female nuns looked at Jiang Pingan with surprise, especially the young women of the Ye family who were candidates to marry Jiang Pingan. They breathed a sigh of relief for themselves, knowing that the person they might marry was not a vulgar savage.
"Guan Cang Hai" quickly spread beyond Still Water Garden. Countless poets listened to "Guan Cang Hai" and were all amazed and excited.
They quickly copied "Guan Cang Hai" and then sent it back to the teahouse, restaurant or wealthy family behind them as quickly as possible. Some people even used thousands of miles to transmit it.
In less than one stick of incense, Jiang Ping'an's "Guan Cang Hai" spread throughout the entire Ye Clan City, and countless people were amazed.
Someone curiously asked, "Ping'an City Lord Ye Chenzhou? Where is Ping'an City? It doesn't seem to be our Ye Clan Grotto-Heaven city."
Someone sighed and said, "I didn't expect that there are great poets with amazing talents outside the cave! I used to think that Great Barrens is a barbaric and uncivilized poet."
There were many young and beautiful women holding Jiang Ping'an's poems, full of fantasy and saying, "I really want to meet Ye Chenzhou Lord Ye, he must be a magnificent and strange man!"
Ye Clan, the granddaughter of the patriarch Ye Qingxuan, took "Guan Cang Hai" and read it softly, and it took a moment to recover from the poetic mood.
Then, she looked at the poet's name and found that the words "Ping'an City Lord Ye Chenzhou" were written on the paper.
She couldn't help being surprised. "I didn't expect that Ye Chenzhou, even though he was born outside the cave, would have such literary talent."
She was also the Ye Clan woman who was listed as a candidate for marriage, but she didn't want to, so she simply didn't go to Still Water Poetry Meet.
In the past, Still Water Poetry Meet she participated.
"It's a pity that I missed witnessing the birth of a great poem," she sighed.
At this time, her maid made a suggestion. "Miss, there are only three questions in the poetry meeting. Now the first question has come up, and there are two more questions. We rush over immediately, there is still time."
Ye Qingxuan shook his head slightly and said, "In a poetry gathering, one song "Guan Cang Hai" is already the limit. It would be meaningless for me to go there. Instead, I would be laughed at."
"According to the past, this is indeed the case. But this time, isn't Ye Chenzhou here?" the maid said, "Maybe he can also write some good poems?"
Ye Qingxuan chuckled and said, "No way! If he really writes another poem that is one-third as good as "Guan Cang Hai", what's the point of me marrying him?"
On Still Water Poetry Meet, after appreciating all the poems with the theme of "water", Mr. Su's voice was obviously excited and trembling. "The second question: the moon! The moon, cloudy and clear, waxes and wanes, has been hanging forever! Please use 'moon' as the title in a stick of incense!"
New sandalwood lit. This time, the atmosphere in the garden was oppressive and fanatical! Everyone's eyes were like searchlights, focused on Jiang Ping'an! Full of tension, anticipation, inquiry, and even a hint of fear!
Ye Gucheng took a deep breath, forced down the turmoil in his heart, and raised the pen, but his fingers were trembling slightly. He doesn't believe it! I never believe that the other party can write another masterpiece comparable to "Guan Cang Hai"!
Ye Wang, the Grand Scholar's eyes were firmly locked on Jiang Ping'an, full of unprecedented concentration and desire.
Ye Qingxuan looked at Jiang Ping'an expectantly, hoping that Jiang Ping'an would write another poem even half the level of "Guan Cang Hai".
Lan Yu is both relaxed and expectant. She looks forward to her husband writing another poem that will shock everyone.
However, Jiang Ping'an picked up Spirit Tea and tasted it slowly. It wasn't until the sandalwood was half burned, and under countless gazes that almost burned him through, that he started writing again.