This is a bit murderous.

The meaning of Xu Yan's poem is that Shen Mingchen, stop arguing. Even if you write more poems, I will be happy to accompany you.

Moreover, I can always respond to changes by remaining unchanged and strike back after being defeated.

In addition, the poem itself was of extremely high quality, which immediately suppressed Shen Mingchen's spirit.

When scholars compete in poetry, what they are really competing for is their resolve.

It’s not entirely true to say who has the greatest poetic talent.

In fact, Xu Yan didn't want to throw this poem out all at once.

But if the competition continues like this, there is no telling how many songs they will have to perform. It would be better to just throw out a perfect song to discourage Shen Mingchen from the idea.

Shen Mingchen is nearly thirty years old and has always held an outstanding position in the poetry world of the Ming Dynasty.

It was beyond everyone's expectation that such a remarkable person would just surrender.

The scene suddenly became lively and many people started talking.

"Tsk tsk, Jiangnan has been home to many talented people since ancient times, and today I've seen some of them."

"The Yangtze River's waves behind push forward the waves ahead, and in the world of frivolous things, the old are replaced by the new. You can't deny it."

"Master Shen is already a man of great talent, but I never thought Young Master Xu would be even more remarkable. This line, "A thousand blows and a thousand blows, yet still strong, no matter the wind blows..." Han is truly impressed."

"Who says Ningbo's talents are inferior to those of Shaoxing? Stand up! In my opinion, Ningbo's talents are at the top of the poetry world today."

"Mr. Oyama has a very sharp eye. He accepted such a good student in his later years."

"Shh, what do you know? This is called inheritance!"

"Alas, I only see the newcomers laughing, but not the old ones crying. Mr. Shen is really pitiful. He was defeated so completely and without any suspense. He must be extremely desperate."

"There's no first in literature, and no second in martial arts. How can we not compare who's better?"

While everyone was discussing enthusiastically, no one noticed that the "Second Young Master of the Hong Family" who was a little further away had become infatuated.

Hong Miaoyun held her chin with one hand and stared at Xu Yan in the distance.

She has always highly praised the poetic talent of Mr. Shen Mingchen. In her opinion, Mr. Shen is the best poet among the younger generation.

And today, someone appeared who could go head to head with him.

What’s even more terrifying is that this person ultimately defeated Shen Mingchen without any suspense.

Xu Yan from Dinghai County... She had never heard of this name before, but today was an eye-opener for her.

"Hold fast to the green mountains, never letting go, rooted in the broken rock. A thousand blows and bruises, yet still strong, no matter which direction the wind blows..."

Although Hong Miaoyun is a girl, her family has a long tradition of poetry and literature, so she has been influenced by her father since she was a child and has a deep understanding of poetry and songs.

You can tell whether a poem is good or not at a glance.

The previous poems by Master Shen and Young Master Xu can only be classified as good poems at best, but the last poem by Young Master Xu can be classified as a peerless masterpiece.

I believe that hundreds of years later, people will recite this poem with the same admiration as people recite the poems of Li Bai and Su Dongpo today.

Hong Miaoyun really wanted to step forward and exchange a poem with Xu Yan at this moment, but reason told her not to.

After all, she was a woman disguised as a man. If she was discovered, she would be in trouble when she returned home.

No matter what, it is a blessing to be able to participate in the Gushan Poetry Festival today. Hong Miaoyun is glad that she made the right choice.

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Qian Dehong was very satisfied with the results of this poetry reading.

On the day when the Gushan Poetry Society was founded, his good disciple did not disappoint him.

The founding of Gushan Poetry Society was not entirely due to Xu Yan, but Xu Yan was also a factor. It can be said that it was half and half.

No one knows a student better than his teacher. Qian Dehong knew that Xu Yan’s strong point was writing poetry.

After all, the Ming Dynasty was not the prosperous Tang Dynasty. As far as the imperial examinations were concerned, such talents seemed to be useless.

Qian Dehong had to find a way to improve Xu Yan's reputation and help him occupy a good position in the poetry world.

With a reputation, many things become easier.

When selecting candidates for the imperial examinations, they do not just look at the essays, but also consider a person's reputation before making a decision.

The examiner is human, and as humans, his emotions are affected. Imagine having to choose between an unknown poet and a renowned poet. If the two essays are of equal quality, who will the examiner choose?

The results are obvious.

Of course, reputation is a double-edged sword.

After today, Xu Yan's reputation as the Little Poet will definitely spread.

Hangzhou is a place where scholars gather. Before long, today's competition will become a hot topic of conversation among scholars and scholars after dinner.

When you are famous, you will be surrounded by gossip. There must be many people who are jealous of Xu Yan's talent.

At times like this, Xu Yan needs to keep a good attitude and not be easily affected.

As long as he has a strong mind, nothing others say can affect him.

"Teacher, did the students perform well today?"

Just when Qian Dehong was thinking about how to pave the way for Xu Yan in the future, he didn't expect this guy to come over to him on his own initiative.

"Well, I guess I didn't embarrass my teacher."

Qian Dehong stroked his beard and said, "My dear disciple, it would be great if your writing could be as elegant as your poetry."

Xu Yan thought to himself, I want to do that too, but doesn’t this depend on talent?

"Learning is acquired through diligence, but lost through play. Your writing was only mediocre before, but after a month of diligent practice under my guidance, you actually won first place in both the county and prefectural examinations. Although this was somewhat beyond my expectations, it does show that hard work is indeed effective. Didn't you say that if you hold on to your principles and never give up, you will remain strong even after countless blows?"

Xu Yan almost fainted.

The thing he feared the most finally happened. Was he going to start the devilish training mode again?

The key point is that his mentor used those two lines of poetry to pressure him, and he couldn't refute it.

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