Chapter 1666: Solitary Chapter
The word "rest assured" was exactly what Long Jingxiu said to Xu Yi.
In a short period of time, she had already thought of two strategies in her mind.
First, civilized strategy. Zuojiuhuang didn't say who would be the judge, so she could make the decision at her own discretion. Anyway, it was her question, so of course it was up to her to judge.
Second, brutal tactics. Nothing could be done, so he just snatched Xu Yi and left.
Anyway, everything in front of her is just a fun, there is no need to let the beauty suffer.
Xu Yi naturally didn't expect Master Long to take such pains for him, so he just smiled and nodded. Soon, Master Long's question was completed, and the whole place was in an uproar.
Jiuhuang was stunned, while Feng Jiu and Tu Min looked at each other.
"What kind of question is this? On a snowy night in Qiujiang, this is also called a question. Does Mr. Long think he can get past this stall just by making a joke?"
After staying for more than ten breaths, Jiuhuang suddenly woke up and shouted loudly.
The title embroidered by Long Jing is "Snowy Night on the Autumn River", a masterpiece under the name of Yu Jizi.
Long Jingxiu smiled and said, "Why can senior Yu Jizi do it, but you, Lao Jiu, can't? That's the topic, Xu Yi, are you okay?"
She also didn't think that Xu Yi had a chance to surpass Jiuhuang in poetry. After all, the objective laws formed by common sense were extremely difficult to change.
Since Xu Yi had little chance of winning, Long Jingxiu naturally chose to take the wrong approach.
An article called "Snowy Night on the Autumn River", Yujizi took this as the title and wrote a famous article, which will be passed down to future generations. It seems like the bright moon is in front, how can the future generations compete for the glory.
Long Jingxiu chose "Snowy Night on the Autumn River" as his title. No matter how talented Jiuhuang was as a poet, he would inevitably become confused.
"Since you want Long to be the title, and Long has already given the title, you can just write a poem about the title. Why bother to say more? If you can't do it, just stand aside quietly."
Long Jingxiu said with a smile.
Tu Min said, "Master Long's words are reasonable. Why should Ninth Brother be hypocritical? Senior Yujizi's poems are world-famous. Could Ninth Brother still want to win?"
Jiuhuang suddenly realized that he had been mentally disturbed by "Snowy Night on the Autumn River".
This is unavoidable. When writing poems at a meeting, everyone wants to be a blockbuster. Even if they can't be a blockbuster, no one wants to become a laughing stock.
Therefore, when Jiuhuang heard the title, he complained, but he also secretly tried to choose words and sentences, but he couldn't help but secretly compare with Yu Jizi's masterpiece, but the more he compared, the more upset he became, unable to written.
At this moment, Tu Min shouted loudly, and he suddenly realized that he did not need to compare with Yujizi, he only needed to write a piece of writing that suited the situation. No one would compare himself with Yujizi anyway.
A piece of work written to suit the occasion should be able to easily overwhelm Xu Yi.
Immediately, Jiuhuang cleared his mind of distractions, concentrated his attention, and composed the entire article.
Unexpectedly, he just had some ideas here, and Xu Yi on the side had already made some movement.
But seeing a piece of snow-white spring pine paper spread out in the air, Xu Yi drew in the air, and the ink characters with evenly spaced bones and flesh, horizontal ribs and vertical bones, were displayed in the center.
Feng Jiu smiled contemptuously and chanted the words on the paper, "The tide of the Autumn River reaches the level of the sea, and the bright moon rises with the tide on the sea. The waves follow the waves for thousands of miles, but there is no moon on the Autumn River..."
He didn't believe that a mere first-level demon could have any wisdom. He just thought that this guy understood Long Jingxiu's hint and made some random words, just waiting for Long Jingxiu to come and make trouble in the end.
But as soon as he chanted it, he felt something was wrong.
Although he knows nothing about poetry, he still has the most basic appreciation ability.
Only three and a half sentences came out, and the atmosphere was so sudden that it was unlike anything ordinary. How could this be possible?
He stared at Tu Min in surprise. As far as he knew, Tu Min was very obsessed with poetry and prose. If what this guy wrote has already been published, Tu Min must know about it.
He turned to look at Tu Min, only to see that Tu Min's eyes were dull, as if he were dead.
He coughed heavily, and Tu Min woke up and looked back at him, his eyes full of confusion.
Yes, Tu Min was completely confused. He couldn't understand Xu Yi's "Snowy Night on the Autumn River" at all.
I can't understand this, not because I can't read it, but because I can't guess clearly. It's the last time such a poem would appear in the world.
He didn't think that Xu Yi, a mere first-order demon, could create such a poem.
But if Xu Yi hadn't done it, who would be willing to give up the naming rights of such a masterpiece to others.
According to him, reputation in poetry is highly valued by both humans and demons, and cultural exchanges have not been interrupted by ethnic and geographical barriers, especially in poetry.
As a well-educated scholar from the Monster Clan, Tu Min was familiar with the famous works written by the two clans.
The piece in front of me, "Snowy Night on the Autumn River", is unique among the best of those famous works.
Because of this, there was no way he could cooperate with Feng Jiu to cause trouble against his will.
Just when Feng Jiu and Tu Min looked at each other, Xu Yi had already stopped writing.
The words that Xu Yi wrote on the paper were exactly Zhang Ruoxu's "Spring River Flowers and Night Moon", a single piece that dominated the entire Tang Dynasty.
Of course, Xu Yi would not be so stupid as to copy the entire article word for word.
He has read through Yujizi's masterpieces, which also describe scenes and emotions, integrating emotions into the scenery. The styles of the two works are similar.
It’s just that one is a spring scene and the other is an autumn scene.
It is worth mentioning that the snowy night in "Snowy Night on the Autumn River" is not a snowing night, but the place where Yu Jizi was writing the composition, the Snowy Night Plain.
Otherwise, why would there be an autumn river on a snowy night?
Moreover, Xu Yi's current literary quality is extremely high. Even if he made some changes to "Spring River Flowers and Night Moon", the narrative and lyrical structure of the original work were not separated at all.
In the eyes of Tu Min and others who saw this work for the first time, this work was simply natural.
"Lord Jiuhuang, it's almost time to start writing."
Xu Yi smiled at Jiuhuang and said.
Jiuhuang was stunned and motionless.
If he could, he really wanted to yell at Xu Yi, "Are you trying to make Yu Jizi angry? That's too much!"
At this moment, Jiuhuang Man said that he was so confused by Xu Yi that it was impossible for him to think about it in writing.
Even after he had conceived the poem, he did not dare to write it.
In fact, the poems written by this damn guy are so good that they are almost shameless.
Even if Yujizi comes back to life, the original "Snowy Night on the Autumn River" will have to be burned into flames.
What does it mean to have a paper full of smoke and haze, and what does it mean to have every word written with pearls in it? This is what this damned thief wrote.
Jiuhuang knew that he had lost, even if he had done something good, even if Feng Jiu and Tu Min were present, he had a large number of people.
You can do things that are unconscionable and you can say things that are unconscionable, but in the face of this kind of poetry, no matter how thick-faced and evil-hearted you are, you can't confuse right and wrong.
Because this damn little thief's "Autumn River Snow Night" will definitely be passed down for generations.
The history pen is like a rafter, who has the courage to act as a disgusting clown in this scene that is destined to be recorded in the history of poetry.
After being stunned for a long time, Jiuhuang snorted coldly, "In front of such a masterpiece, how can I have the dignity to write it down? I will count myself as a loser."