Confucianism under Heaven

Chapter 75: A Skill That Amazed Everyone!

Chapter Seventy-Five: A Skill That Amazed Everyone!

Upon hearing that Liu Juecheng was competing to write "Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River," everyone present fell silent.

If you write it down first, you must memorize it; otherwise, it's all just empty talk.

Qian Wei and the others looked at Ye Ru. They all knew that Ye Ru had risen to fame in the past month. Let alone "Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River", they probably hadn't even read any other Han fu.

How can one memorize it?

Upon hearing this, Zhao Qingfeng felt somewhat relieved, as he knew that this was Liu Juecheng's signature skill.

I had memorized it before, and if I had written it down carefully, I was afraid we could have been evenly matched.

However, Ye Ru's reputation has recently become too great, and coupled with his previous problems, he may not have a solid foundation, and he may even have some difficulty memorizing "Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River".

Many people seemed to have thought of Ye Ru's problem as well, and their brows furrowed.

"Although Ye Ru's poetry and prose are unparalleled, I have never seen him recite Han Fu (a type of classical Chinese prose)..."

Fang Zifeng took a deep breath and watched Ye Ru from the shadows.

"Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River?"

The teacher at Liu Feng Private School sneered as his eyes flickered.

"bring it on."

Ye Ru remained expressionless. The other party spoke casually, but in reality, he had come prepared.

"Brother Ye Ru is indeed highly skilled and daring. I will gladly accept these three literary treasures without any hesitation."

Liu Juecheng smiled slightly, as if he had everything under control.

"let's start."

Zhao Qingfeng nodded.

The three men walked to the three tables, prepared their brushes and ink, placed them in the inkstones, and each picked up their brushes to begin.

A student, his face flushed, slowly raised his hand after the three had prepared it, then brought it down immediately:

"First Kuibi, begin!"

As the voice faded, everyone fell silent, countless gazes were fixed on the three of them, and the blood in their veins began to boil.

Liu Juecheng took a deep breath, a sense of pride welling up inside him. This first place would definitely be his.

Then, he picked up a pen, choosing one suitable for writing small regular script, and began to write quickly.

rustle……

"In the third year of the Huangchu era, I went to the capital and returned by crossing the Luo River. The ancients said that the goddess of this river was named Mi Fei. Inspired by Song Yu's tale of the goddess to the King of Chu, I composed this rhapsody. Its words are as follows..."

Zhao Qingfeng's expression also became somewhat solemn. He then held his breath and wrote while thinking.

"Look what Ye Ru is doing."

One of them suddenly saw Ye Ru with his eyes closed and exclaimed in surprise.

"Yes, why doesn't he write it?"

"Although this 'Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River' is quite long, it takes about half an hour to write. In that case, Ye Ru's writing speed is definitely not as fast as Liu Juecheng's."

'It's over, this is digging our own grave.'

Countless hearts sank, and even Fang Zifeng's face turned somewhat pale.

At this moment, Ye Ru is searching for Cao Zhi's "Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River" in the Siku Quanshu (Complete Library of the Four Treasuries).

A moment later, he opened his eyes and found everyone staring at him with strange expressions, which startled him.

Does anyone have a pen for writing small regular script?

Ye Ru suddenly realized that he had come out in a hurry, and he did not know that Liu Juecheng would make trouble for him. He only brought the Three Absolute Literary Heart Pen with him.

These words caused everyone to stumble. Qian Wei quickly took out a small calligraphy brush from his book box and handed it to Ye Ru:

"Brother Ye Ru, hurry up and write. The two of them have already finished the first paragraph."

Upon hearing this, Ye Ru nodded without showing any panic, which undoubtedly made everyone sigh again.

If this gets out, the fact that a dignified scholar who was chosen as the top scholar didn't bring a pen when he won the championship would truly make him a laughingstock for eternity.

"Trying to remain calm, is this what you call a student who has just passed the first level of the imperial examination?"

After finishing writing, Liu Juecheng glanced at Ye Ru, then sneered and continued writing.

Zhao Qingfeng's expression remained solemn.

Su Tongyao and the others clenched their fists. The tense atmosphere made Su Tongyao even more flustered.

After Liu Juecheng finished writing the second paragraph, he looked up at Ye Ru, a slight smirk playing on his lips:

"You, Ye Tongsheng, are nothing special..."

Upon hearing this, Ye Ru glanced at the somewhat arrogant Liu Juecheng, then suddenly let out a cold laugh. His calm voice echoed throughout the imperial examination hall:

"Not always…"

Upon hearing this voice, Liu Juecheng's hand holding the pen and paper suddenly stopped, his mockery intensifying.

Ignoring Liu Juecheng's disdainful gaze, Ye Ru suddenly turned around, his brush twirling slightly in his palm before abruptly landing on the Xuan paper. After a brief pause, a dazzling star suddenly appeared on his forehead amidst countless astonished gazes.

Upon seeing the dazzling stars, all emotions vanished from everyone's faces, replaced by profound shock.

'My God, this is a book's heart...!'

"No wonder Ye Tongsheng is so confident; it turns out he has the book as his support."

They all knew what this book represented, enough to turn the tide in the coming days.

War situation.

"A low-grade book? Finished in one stroke..."

A look of horror appeared on Zhao Qingfeng's face, and then he exclaimed, but he wrote even faster.

"That damn guy..."

Liu Juecheng took a deep breath, a gloomy look appearing on his face, and quickly continued writing.

"This is actually a low-grade book heart? When did he obtain it?"

The teacher at Liufeng Private School stared at Fang Zifeng in disbelief.

"It's very early."

Fang Zifeng simply shrugged, a gesture that made the two men want to punch him.

Ye Ru also wrote down his words at a speed at least one-third faster than Zhao Qingfeng and Liu Juecheng.

In addition, Ye Ru could put the "Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River" into his mind without thinking and directly put it into writing.

I told him: Its form is as graceful as a startled swan, as elegant as a swimming dragon. It shines like autumn chrysanthemums and flourishes like spring pines…

Time passed quickly amidst everyone's tense atmosphere. While Liu Juecheng and the other person were writing the fourth paragraph, Ye Ru had actually completed the third paragraph in just one hundred breaths.

At this moment, Liu Juecheng was both shocked and angry. He was shocked because he did not expect Ye Ru to have such a low-grade book heart, and he was angry because Ye Ru had been looking at him like a clown from the very beginning.

"I refuse to accept this! I am the top student of Liu Feng Private School, and I have been recommended to Qinghua Academy in Bihai Prefecture. How could I possibly lose here!"

Liu Juecheng's face flushed red, and he shouted in his heart. Then he turned to look at Ye Ru, who was unhurried and wrote with the ease of a willow branch.

"Look how fast Ye Ru writes."

"A student exclaimed."

"Hmm, that's incredibly fast. Having the Book Heart is like adding wings to a tiger. Who said Ye Ru hasn't read Han Fu? I bet he's memorized all one hundred Han Fu poems!"

"What a fierce and intense battle that was fought against time..."

"Looks like we made it in time..."

Qian Wei and the others breathed a sigh of relief, a weight lifted from their hearts. However, just as the weight lifted, another strange phenomenon suddenly burst forth from Ye Ru's pen, causing a look of horror to creep onto everyone's faces...