Chapter 185 The Vision Reappears
One hundred taels of silver was nothing to everyone present. Even the children from poor families could easily take out thousands of taels of silver.
Ji Chen, who had been silent until now, was finally ready to speak. He looked at Fang Jingyu and said, "How about we add some bonuses to these bonuses separately?"
Fang Jingyu was very interested: "How do you want to add it?"
Ji Chen looked at Xia Ziran and asked, "How many spirit stones do you have?"
Although there are more than two thousand kilograms of spiritual stones in his ring, only one kilogram and fifty taels can really be used. This is his monthly salary and reward. The origin of the other two thousand kilograms is unknown, and he can use it secretly. There will be trouble if you take it out.
Xia Ziran said: "Fifteen and a half pounds!"
Ji Chen nodded, "I have a pound and a half, that's enough!"
Then, he looked at Fang Jingyu and said, "How about adding seventeen kilograms of spiritual stones alone?"
As soon as he said these words, the whole audience gasped. Seventeen kilograms of spiritual stones, this lottery is really terrifying, even some powerful people cannot produce seventeen kilograms of spiritual stones in a year.
Even Xia Ziran choked on his own saliva and coughed violently several times.
Ya looked at Ji Chen confused.
No, you put all my spiritual stones on it without my consent.
This is all my wealth. If I lose, I will lose everything.
The originally smiling expression on Fang Jingyu's face was a little frozen. He didn't expect Ji Chen to bet so big and play so hard.
Where does this guy get his confidence? Is he so sure that he will win?
Ji Chen's confidence made him somewhat unconfident.
You must know that this is an impromptu poem composition based on a topic on the spot. It is not for you to write a random poem. No matter how exquisite the poem you prepared in advance is, it will be useless.
Seeing the ridicule in Ji Chen's eyes, Fang Jingyu was a little annoyed and gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, then seventeen pounds."
After saying that, he took out seventeen kilograms of spiritual stones from the storage artifact and placed them on the table, and the rich spiritual energy immediately overflowed.
A maid came forward with a tray and put away the spiritual stones.
Ji Chen also took out his own pound and a half of spirit stones, and then looked at Xia Ziran.
Xia Ziran reluctantly took out the spirit stone and placed it on the table.
"This is all my wealth. If you lose, I will definitely fight for you."
Without the spirit stone, Xia Ziran's winnings turned into silver, and he took out another one hundred tael silver note and put it on the table.
After the maid put away all the winnings, everyone looked at Xia Liyun and Zhao Qingcheng.
Someone suggested: "For the sake of fairness, how about this question be given by two noble people."
After all, all students are participants, and it is unfair whoever sets the questions. It is only fair that two noble people who did not participate can set the questions.
Xia Liyun turned to look at Zhao Qingcheng: "Come on, you are better at this."
Zhao Qingcheng began to think about what questions to ask, and the maid also began to distribute pens, inks, paper and inkstones.
The ink is ready-made ink that has been ground.
It is common for scholars to gather together to recite poems and compose poems, so these are all prepared in advance.
The distribution of pen and ink was completed, and Zhao Qingcheng also thought of the topic.
"A war is about to begin in the Northern Wasteland. Why don't we use the war as the theme and let's compose impromptu poems."
After saying that, she picked up the ruler on the table and tapped it lightly, "Start!"
After the words fell, the whole place fell silent, and all the students and Confucian scholars began to think hard, either looking for inspiration, or making drafts in their chests.
Ji Chen also recalled the poems about war in his previous life. There were many poems about war in his previous life, but the one that impressed Ji Chen the most was Xin Qiji's Po Zhenzi.
So Ji Chen dipped his pen in ink and prepared to write.
When everyone saw Ji Chen picking up the pen, they were immediately surprised that he had thought of it so quickly.
They don't even have a hint of inspiration yet.
Even if some people have inspiration, they are still drafting and thinking over and over again in their minds. After all, once the pen is written, it cannot be revised.
Including Fang Jingyu and Xia Ziran, they are still drafting.
When a Confucian scholar next to Fang Jingyu saw Ji Chen writing, he couldn't help but taunted him: "If you want to start writing so quickly, if you want to win first place, don't pile up the entire article with rhetoric. It's flashy."
Ji Chen dipped his hands in ink and said, "Inspiration comes, and thoughts come out like a fountain, and I can't stop vomiting them out. If all of you put together, you can write a better poem than mine, I will never write poems again." ”
"Haha, what a joke!" The Confucian scholar immediately sneered, "If you really have the ability, I will kneel down and kowtow to you to admit your mistake."
"Okay, remember what you said, all the scholars will bear witness!" Ji Chen said calmly.
"Ha! Arrogant!"
Even other Confucian scholars felt that Ji Chen was a little crazy and didn't even take everyone present seriously. Could it be that he alone could compare with everyone.
Xia Ziran couldn't help but remind him, "Can you do it? This is no joke."
It doesn't matter that he lost the spirit stone, but if Ji Chen never writes poetry again, his future will be ruined.
Ji Chen picked up the ruler, pressed it on the rice paper, picked up the pen and started writing.
Xia Ziran and Lin Yunhai were both curious, so they turned their heads to see what poem Ji Chen could write.
Ji Chen's pen and ink were flying and flowing, and he wrote the first sentence.
Watching the sword while drunk!
The first sentence shocked both Xia Ziran and Lin Yunhai.
Xia Ziran couldn't help but read it out.
Everyone was shocked when they heard this.
Including Xia Liyun and Zhao Qingcheng, they are also refreshing.
Fang Jingyu's expression changed slightly, and the artistic conception came out in the first sentence.
"What beautiful words!"
Lin Yunhai's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but praise it. This calligraphy is not like any other, but it is unique and flowing, and it is not inferior to any other.
Then, Ji Chen continued to write.
He wrote a sentence, and Xia Ziran read it.
I looked at the sword under the lamp in my drunkenness,
I dreamed of blowing the horn in the camp,
Eight hundred miles of roast meat for my subordinates,
Fifty strings turned the sound of the frontier,
The autumn battlefield was recruiting soldiers,
The horse was as fast as Lu,
The bow was like thunder and the string was shocked,
The king's affairs in the world were done,
Win a name before and after life,
Poor white hair!
Ji Chen put down his pen, and Xia Ziran finished reading.
In an instant, the yard was dead silent, and everyone was shocked by the poem.
All immersed in the artistic conception of this poem. The hearty patriotism, the loyalty to the king and the lofty ambitions pushed the emotion of this poem to the peak, and the ending suddenly fell. The strong contrast between dreams and reality expressed the grief and indignation of the hero's twilight years.
At this moment, a scene that surprised everyone appeared.
Every word on the rice paper began to glow.
The dazzling white light permeated and drowned the surroundings, and it seemed that there were bursts of sound of iron horses coming from inside.
In the yard, everyone changed color and looked at this scene in amazement.
Strange phenomenon!
It turned out to be a strange phenomenon!
Everyone was shocked. This poem actually contained strange phenomena.
Xia Liyun and Zhao Qingcheng were also stunned. Xia Liyun was fine. He had seen Ji Chen Liyan causing strange phenomena.
Zhao Qingcheng was particularly shocked. After coming to Beizhou, he had heard various rumors that Ji Chen Liyan's poems caused strange phenomena. Today, he saw it for himself.