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Chapter 184 The Vision Reappears
100 taels of silver is nothing to everyone present, even a poor family can easily come up with thousands of taels of silver.

Ji Chen, who had been silent for a long time, was finally ready to speak. He looked at Fang Jingyu and said, "Why don't we add a little extra to these trophies?"

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 2000 catties of spirit stones in his ring, only five taels of a catty can be used. This is his monthly salary and reward. The source of the other 2000 catties is unknown. There is trouble.

Xia Ziran said, "Fifteen and a half catties!"

Ji Chen nodded, "I weigh a catty and a half, that's enough!"

Then, he looked at Fang Jingyu and said, "How about adding seventeen catties of spirit stones alone?"

As soon as he said this, the audience gasped, seventeen catties of spirit stones, this prize is really terrifying, even some elites can't produce seventeen catties of spirit stones in a year.

Even Xia Tianran choked on his own saliva and coughed violently a few times.

Ya looked at Ji Chen with a dazed expression.

No, you pressed all my spirit stones up without my consent.

This is all my wealth, and if I lose, I will go bankrupt.

Fang Jingyu's originally smiling expression froze a bit, he never thought that Ji Chen would bet so big and play so hard.

Where does this guy get his confidence?So sure he will win?

Ji Chen's self-confidence made him a little unconfident.

You must know that this is an impromptu poem on the spot, not for you to write a poem casually, even if you have prepared a poem in advance, it is useless.

Seeing the sarcasm in Ji Chen's eyes, Fang Jingyu was a little annoyed, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, then seventeen catties."

After finishing speaking, he took out seventeen catties of spirit stones from the magic storage device and placed them on the table, and the rich spirit immediately overflowed.

A maid came forward with a tray and put away the Lingshi.

Ji Chen also took out his one and a half catty spirit stone, and then looked at Xia Ranran.

Xia Ranran reluctantly took out the spirit stone and put it on the table.

"This is all my net worth. If you lose, I will definitely fight for you."

Due to the lack of spirit stones, Xia Ranran's lottery turned into silver, and he took out another 100 taels of silver ticket and put it on the table.

After the maid put away all the lottery prizes, everyone looked at Xia Liyun and Zhao Qingcheng.

Someone suggested: "For the sake of fairness, why not let the two nobles come up with this topic."

After all, all students are participants, and it is not fair for anyone to pose a question. Only two noble people who did not participate in it are fair.

Xia Liyun turned to look at Zhao Qingcheng: "Come out, you are better at this."

Zhao Qingcheng began to think about what questions to ask, and the maids also began to distribute pens, inks, papers and inkstones.

Ink is ready-made ink that has been ground.

It is common for scholars to gather and recite poems, so these are all prepared in advance.

After the distribution of pen and ink was completed, Zhao Qingcheng also thought about the topic.

"Beihuang is about to start a war. Why don't we use the war as the theme, and everyone compose poems impromptu."

After finishing speaking, she picked up the ruler on the table and tapped lightly, "Start!"

After the words fell, the audience fell silent, and all the scholars 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 related to war in his previous life, but the one that impressed Ji Chen the most was Xin Qiji's Poem.

So, Ji Chen picked up a pen and ink, ready to write.

Seeing Ji Chen mentioning his pen, everyone was surprised that they thought it over so quickly.

They don't even have a little inspiration yet.

Even if some people have inspiration, they are still drafting their stomachs, deliberating over and over again in their hearts. After all, once the pen is written, it cannot be revised.

Including Fang Jingyu and Xia Ziran, who are still drafting their stomachs.

A Confucian scholar next to Fang Jingyu saw Ji Chen pick up his pen, and couldn't help but sneer: "If you want to win the first prize by writing so quickly, don't just make up a poem full of rhetoric, which is flashy."

Ji Chen dipped his ink into the ink and said, "Inspiration is coming, thoughts are gushing like a spring, and you can't spit it out. If you all add up, if you can make a better poem than mine, I will never write any more poems." .”

"Oh, what a joke!" The Confucian scholar sneered suddenly, "If you really want to do this, I will kneel down and kowtow to you to admit my mistake."

"Okay, remember what you said, all scholars are witnesses!" Ji Chen said lightly.

"Oh! Arrogance!"

Even the other Confucian scholars felt that Ji Chen was a little crazy, and he didn't pay attention to everyone present. Could it be that he alone could compare with everyone?

Xia Ziran couldn't help reminding, "Can you do it, this is not a joke."

It doesn't matter if he loses the spirit stone, but if Ji Chen stops writing poems, his future will be ruined.

Ji Chen picked up the ruler, pressed it on the rice paper, picked up the pen and started writing.

Both Xia Ziran and Lin Yunhai were curious, so they turned their heads to see what poems Ji Chen could write.

Ji Chen wrote the first sentence with his pen and ink flying freely.

Look at the sword with the light on while drunk!

The first sentence surprised Xia Ziran and Lin Yunhai.

Naturally, Xia couldn't help reading it.

When everyone heard the words, they were all amazed.

Including Xia Liyun and Zhao Qingcheng, it was also refreshing.

However, Fang Jingyu's face changed slightly, and the first sentence revealed the artistic conception.

"What a beautiful word!"

Lin Yunhai's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help admiring, this word is not like any other family, it is a school of its own, smooth and smooth, and it is not inferior to any family.

Immediately afterwards, Ji Chen continued to write.

He wrote a sentence, and Xia naturally read a sentence.

I was drunk and looked at the sword by the lamp,

Dreaming back to the horn-blowing company,

Eight hundred miles under his command,
Fifty strings turn over the Great Wall,
Autumn soldiers on the battlefield,
Mazuo Lu Feikuai,

The bow is like a thunderbolt,

But the king's world affairs,
To win the name before and after life,
Poor white happened!

Ji Chen wrote, Xia Ziran finished reading.

In an instant, there was a deathly silence in the courtyard, and everyone was shocked by this poem.

All immersed in the artistic conception of this poem.The hearty patriotism, the loyalty to the king and the lofty ambition push the emotion of this poem to the peak, and the ending suddenly falls. The strong contrast between dreams and reality expresses the grief and indignation of the hero's twilight.

At this moment, a scene that surprised everyone appeared.

Every word on the rice paper began to glow.

The dazzling white light filled the air, drowning the surroundings, and there seemed to be bursts of sound of gold and iron horses coming from it.

In the yard, everyone changed their colors and looked at this scene in astonishment.

Vision!

It turned out to be a vision!
Everyone was shocked that this poem actually contained a vision.

Xia Liyun and Zhao Qingcheng were also stunned, Xia Liyun was fine, he had already seen Ji Chen Liyan cause a vision.

Zhao Qingcheng was particularly astonished. After coming to Beizhou, he had heard all kinds of rumors that Ji Chen Liyan's poems caused visions, and today he saw it.

(End of this chapter)