HLnovel Chapter 491 "Ode to the Red Cliff"
Chapter 491 "Ode to the Red Cliff"
Chapter 491 "Ode to the Red Cliff"
Every scholar in the room was extremely nervous. Ye Ru and others were thinking and writing at the same time. This task was simple in some ways, but not in others. Everyone present was quick-witted, and writing a poem would be very easy for them.
However, writing a poem in front of so many outstanding talents is not so simple.
“Since it’s for writing small regular script, I have to use a wolf-wind brush, and I don’t have any other brushes.”
After thinking for a moment, Ye Ru took out the Wolf Wind Brush and began to write stroke by stroke.
At this moment, a surge of talent energy suddenly appeared around them. This energy, like a belligerent child, attempted to devour the talent in the writings of others.
Just as people have popularity, pens also have talent. This talent is the spirituality that users acquire through frequent use. Generally speaking, the longer a user uses a pen, the more talent it possesses, and vice versa.
Sensing this spirituality, Ye Ru turned his head and saw Kong Ling taking out the Spring and Autumn Brush in full view of everyone, and a talent even more powerful than before began to spread outwards.
The pen that had previously tried to devour others' talent seemed to have encountered something terrifying, and it slowly dissipated, eventually turning into nothingness.
"The Confucius family is indeed very generous. I didn't notice it during the battle, but now that this aura has appeared, it turns out that they used a brush that is about thirty years old."
Sensing this talent, Ye Ru also clicked his tongue in admiration.
It seems that this pen is not only capable of attacking people, but is also significantly better than others at writing.
After Kong Ling took out his brush, Yan Jin and the other two, as well as Shi Tian and the others, all took out their brushes as well.
Although their pens were not as good as the ones in Kong Ling's hands, they were much better than the wolf-wind pens in Ye Ru's hands.
These individuals were different from the others; instead of rushing to write, they, like Ye Ru, pondered the matter carefully.
As a family of Confucius and other sages, we have this kind of mentality. And since those demons have been sent here, their talents must be even stronger.
After a few minutes of this stiff silence, Shi Tian looked around and then became the first to start writing.
As he wrote, the surrounding atmosphere began to change slightly.
Yan Jin and the others followed closely behind, their brushes brushing across the paper like afterimages, and some characters began to appear.
The talents around me seemed to be vying for dominance.
boom!
As Yan Jin was writing his poem, the scholars around him all changed their expressions, their pens trembled involuntarily, and the paper was instantly rendered useless.
This scene caused all the contestants on the competition stage to stare solemnly at the papers in front of them, not daring to be careless in the slightest. After all, they only had this one chance, and if they made a mistake, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Having learned from past mistakes, they wrote with even greater care, while also keeping a close watch on the peaceful and talented person around them, fearing that the latter might do something.
"A bunch of rabble."
Yan Jin looked at the scholars who had been eliminated and were staring at him angrily, a hint of mockery appearing on his face. He then continued writing, and the talent he exuded began to spread outwards.
Ye Ru turned his head, glanced at the smug Yan Jin, then a cold glint slowly appeared on his face. He tapped the table with his brush, and finally raised his hand to gently write three words:
"Ode to the Red Cliff!"
After writing the three characters, Ye Ru pondered for a moment and continued writing:
"In the autumn of the year Renxu, on the sixteenth day of the seventh month, Ye Zi and his guests went boating on the shore beneath the Red Cliff. A gentle breeze blew, and the water was calm. Raising his cup to his guests, he recited the poem about the bright moon and sang the graceful verses. A little while later, the moon rose above the eastern mountains, lingering between the constellations of the Dipper and the Ox..."
At this point, a sudden storm arose, and a powerful force of talent, even stronger than that of Yan Jin and his companion, swept outwards.
This burst of talent blasted towards the talent energy surrounding Yan Jin, who, like a mouse seeing a cat, shrank back into the paper.
This scene left everyone astonished, and a gasp of surprise rose from the crowd. All eyes were fixed on Ye Ru, who remained calm.
This talent did not attack anyone else, but only Yan Jin and the others. Therefore, the human scholars did not have much of a reaction, only feeling that the talent swept towards them.
On the high platform, Xie Ming and the others were initially shocked to see Ye Ru write such a powerful piece of writing with such remarkable talent. However, after recovering from their shock, they sighed and commented on Ye Ru:
"Even if Kong Ling studies for another five years, he still can't compare to Ye Ru studying for five months."
"This young fellow named Ye Ru is truly remarkable. I'm afraid that in this world, the only other person who is also a scholar is that person from our Jin Kingdom."
"You mean..."
Xie Ming and Mr. Kong nodded, a solemn expression appearing on their faces.
"It's a pity that person wasn't interested in this kind of literary gathering. Otherwise, it would have been a real battle of wits. Although he was only a Xiucai (a scholar who passed the lowest level of the imperial examinations), his understanding of the classics was much better than that of ordinary Hanlin scholars."
Shi Tianze shook his head and spoke slowly, but his face showed admiration. Clearly, this person was an unparalleled talent in their Jin Kingdom.
"However, this boy has quite a secret. He has repeatedly caused those demons to suffer losses. If he wants to join my Kong family, I would be very happy to welcome him."
"Hmm, it seems the Ye family doesn't have any illustrious background. If your Kong family were to speak up, he might very well join your Kong family."
After thinking for a moment, Shi Tianze laughed heartily.
In the arena, Yan Jin and the other two also became somewhat gloomy because of Ye Ru's actions. After glancing at Ye Ru, they ignored everyone else and continued writing on their own.
Now, his only chance of winning is to defeat Ye Ru in this match. Otherwise, if he returns to the demon race in such a sorry state, the demons will not let him off the hook.
Shivering, Yan Jin continued writing.
Feeling the admiring gazes directed at him from those around him, Ye Ru smiled faintly and continued writing:
"White dew stretches across the river, the water's surface meets the sky. Drifting along on a single reed, traversing the vast expanse of water. Soaring freely as if riding the wind, unaware of where it will stop; floating gracefully as if detached from the world, ascending to immortality."
As Ye Ru wrote, the talent gathered here became more and more intense, and the audience held their breath, watching the person on the stage.
After finishing the first paragraph, Ye Ru checked the time. There was still half an hour left. He then put down his pen and looked around.