Chapter 86

Inside the Wenxin Hall.

At this moment, all eyes were on Gu Jinnian.

That one line, "One poem is enough," shocked everyone.

Everyone stood up, and the scene was extremely lively.

Zhao Ru and Su Wenjing even got up and came to Gu Jinnian's side, eager to see what kind of poetry Gu Jinnian would write.

But when Gu Jinnian wrote without any hesitation or delay,

The hall was in an uproar.

Regardless of how the poem turned out, just the momentum and confidence alone made people look at him with renewed interest.

However, when the poem appeared,

People's reactions began to change gradually.

The first to change was Su Wenjing, followed by Zhao Ru.

"Spring river tides connect with the sea, the bright moon rises with the tide."

Zhao Ru slowly spoke, reading out Gu Jinnian's poem.

"Ripples follow the waves for thousands of miles, where is there a spring river without the moon's light?"

Su Wenjing couldn't help but recite a line.

Their gazes remained fixed on the paper, and their expressions became increasingly moved.

"Good, good, who first saw the moon by the river, and in which year did the moon first shine on people?"

"Truly excellent, truly excellent."

Zhao Ru's voice was the first to rise. When he read halfway through, he couldn't help but get excited, his old face turning red.

He had read countless poems, but when he saw this one, he couldn't help but praise it.

"Generations of people are endless, the moon over the river remains the same year after year."

"Truly excellent, truly excellent. I, Su, am ashamed."

Su Wenjing's voice also rose. Although he was a near-Saint in the Confucian path, Gu Jinnian's poem left him deeply impressed.

To be honest, not only could he not write such a poem in seven steps, even in seven hundred, seven thousand, or seventy thousand steps, he couldn't write such a poem.

The entire poem was splendid, but not empty, with both depth and beauty.

It required careful appreciation, becoming more and more captivating the more you read, and more and more astonishing.

At this moment,

Everyone in the hall turned their gaze, vying to see.

Kong Ping also stood up.

His gaze was sharp, and after reading the poem, he was stunned, for he knew that this poem would be remembered for a thousand years.

Even if not a thousand years, it would certainly be a national treasure.

His nephew had lost, and lost thoroughly.

Seven steps to write a poem.

A poem that would be remembered for a thousand years.

Today's poetry gathering in the Great Xia Dynasty was made brilliant by Gu Jinnian, and the Great Xia Dynasty would be shaken by Gu Jinnian.

What kind of prodigy is this?

Why did the literary world of the Great Xia produce such a prodigy?

In the hall, Emperor Yongsheng looked at the poem, unable to regain his composure for a long time.

River, spring, bright moon, flowers, night, geese, home—these were the eight themes.

With the Yangtze River as the theme, the poem contained the words "Yangtze River."

With the moon as the theme, the poem also contained the words "moon."

Moreover, the antithesis was precise, the rhyme perfect, with both the beauty of poetry and the appropriateness of the theme.

"Who knows for whom the moon over the river waits, but only sees the Yangtze River sending the flowing water."

"Who knows how many people will return under the moon, the moonlight swaying and filling the river trees."

"It fits, it fits."

"Gentlemen, this poem fits all ten themes, not a single one is wrong, not a single one is wrong."

Someone exclaimed, pointing at the poem, unable to contain their excitement.

Writing a poem in seven steps was not terrifying.

What was terrifying was that all ten themes were perfectly matched.

Before, when Gu Jinnian said one theme per poem, it wasn't that difficult, as it tested talent.

But now, ten themes in one poem tested not only talent but also a sense of depth.

Gu Jinnian's poetry was godlike, so beautiful it was breathtaking, fitting both the theme and the scene. Adding the seven-step poem, even if it wasn't a thousand-year poem, it was destined to be famous throughout the world.

Wang Fugui and Jiang Yezhou clenched their fists, feeling joy for Gu Jinnian.

The other students also showed signs of joy, feeling an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

But at this moment,

On the paper,

A golden glow suddenly spread.

"Look."

"Another anomaly."

Someone exclaimed, pointing at the paper.

But in fact, everyone had been watching the poem the whole time.

When the anomaly appeared, everyone turned to look.

Soon, a brilliant golden light blossomed.

Scenes appeared.

The Yangtze River and the bright moon, the spring water and the falling flowers, appeared before everyone's eyes.

This brilliant light illuminated the sky of the capital of the Great Xia Dynasty.

The citizens were amazed.

In the sky, a vast river tide appeared, connecting with the sea, and a bright moon slowly rose from the sea, giving the illusion of rising with the tide.

The moonlight shone on the spring river, the waves glittering for thousands of miles, and every place with a spring river had bright moonlight, winding through the flower-covered fields, the moonlight making the flowers and trees sparkle like fine snow.

The moonlight was like frost, so the frost was imperceptible, and the white sand on the shore blended with the moonlight, indistinguishable.

The river and the sky were one color, without a speck of dust, and a solitary moon hung in the sky.

Beautiful.

Too beautiful.

Such a scene, paired with such a prosperous era, was deeply captivating.

More importantly, a young scholar appeared by the river, looking at the bright moon, but in the blink of an eye, a thousand years had passed, and a new generation was looking at the same bright moon.

Who first saw the moon by the river, and in which year did the moon first shine on people?

This line elevated the entire poem.

In the capital,

Countless talented people and beauties looked at the bright moon, feeling an indescribable emotion.

Such an anomaly should have been shocking, but for some reason, the citizens of the capital were quiet, quietly watching this magnificent beauty.

In the hall,

Everyone was also captivated by the beauty.

Gu Jinnian did not speak to disturb.

He was also quietly appreciating.

This was "Spring River Flower Moon Night."

The first and only poem of a thousand years.

Written by Zhang Ruoxu, it was praised by later generations as a poem that surpassed the entire Tang Dynasty.

Some had given it the highest praise, saying that this poem surpassed all the poems of the Tang Dynasty, not only because of the poem itself but also because it marked the end of an era.

Gu Jinnian was also surprised that the themes given were so fitting.

Ten themes in one poem.

The difficulty was no less than climbing to the heavens.

If the themes were slightly different, Gu Jinnian couldn't have written such a masterpiece, and even Li Bai might not have been able to write a thousand-year poem in an hour.

But luck was on his side.

However, Kong Yu could be considered fortunate in misfortune. The unfortunate part was that he had caused trouble for himself and was about to suffer, but the fortunate part was that today's event would be remembered for a thousand years, and the poem would be timeless.

As for Kong Yu, he would become a backdrop for people to talk about, though his reputation might not be good.

But to be honest, even a bad reputation that lasts a thousand years is a form of eternal fame, right?

It's just whether Kong Yu could accept it.

At this moment,

Suddenly, countless talents flowed into Gu Jinnian's body, and these talents were absorbed by the ancient tree.

Normally, these talents would turn into talent fruits, but unexpectedly, this time they did not form talent fruits. Instead, they turned into a mysterious force, circulating within his body.

No.

Upon careful reflection, it was more accurate to say that it was opening.

Yes, it was opening.

Gu Jinnian didn't know what was being opened.

When he wanted to speak, a sound like a drumbeat echoed from within his body.

From his body.

Similar to a drumbeat.

Everyone in the hall was instantly awakened.

They looked over and saw a continuous flow of talents entering Gu Jinnian's body.

Boom.

Another deep drumbeat sounded.

Gu Jinnian's body trembled slightly, not knowing what was happening.

Boom.

With the third deep sound,

Everyone in the hall finally reacted.

"Jinnian."

"Quickly stabilize your physical body, you are about to open the Literary Mansion."

Su Wenjing was the first to speak. He came behind Gu Jinnian, and his righteous aura surrounded him, protecting him.

"Open the Literary Mansion?"

"Gu Jinnian is about to open the Literary Mansion?"

"This is impossible. The Literary Mansion can only be opened after one has established a doctrine. Gu Jinnian hasn't established a doctrine yet."

"Gu Jinnian's Confucian realm should be a Scholar in the Qi stage, not yet at the Juren stage, right?"

At this moment, many people spoke, their eyes filled with curiosity.

The Literary Mansion.

It is a hallmark of the Confucian path.

The first realm is Condensing Qi.

The second realm is Nurturing Qi.

The third realm is Establishing a Doctrine.

Only after establishing a doctrine can one open the Literary Mansion. Once opened, talents can be stored in large quantities, and writing will be as if guided by a deity, and poems can suppress demons.

So, the first and second realms of the Confucian path are essentially not much different.

Others can't tell the difference.

It can ward off some evil, but it's not practical to target demons.

After opening the Literary Mansion, one can suppress demons.

Especially when forming a Confucian war chariot, one can suppress demons even more.

But Gu Jinnian, who hasn't established a doctrine, is opening the Literary Mansion, which is truly unbelievable.

"Three thousand-year poems, one national poem, and one thousand-year article, he has gained the recognition of heaven and earth, and can open the Literary Mansion beyond his realm."

At this moment, Zhao Ru's voice sounded, informing everyone of Gu Jinnian's situation.

Upon hearing this, everyone gradually understood.

But at this moment, Kong Yu's voice couldn't help but rise.

"The Confucian path is different from other cultivation methods. How can one open the Literary Mansion prematurely? This is impossible. The Confucian path requires step-by-step progress, and there is no such thing as transcending realms."

At this moment, Kong Yu couldn't help but speak. He was truly unable to hold back.

Gu Jinnian had once again written a thousand-year poem, and he could accept it.

But opening the Literary Mansion prematurely, he couldn't accept it.

Because even he couldn't do it, let alone Kong Sheng, who also couldn't.

"Throughout history, there have always been prodigies who break the established rules."

"Prematurely opening the Literary Mansion is shocking, but it doesn't mean it's impossible."

Zhou Mao also spoke, looking at Gu Jinnian with awe and anticipation.

"Gentlemen."

"To witness the birth of such a great talent today is our honor."

Another great Confucian spoke. They knew what the Literary Mansion was, so they were all excited.

The students of the Great Xia Academy clenched their fists, their eyes filled with anticipation and excitement.

The scholars of Fulu looked terrible, even more so than if they had failed to open the Literary Mansion.

As for the scholars from other countries, they also felt uncomfortable, but they were much better off than the scholars of the Fulu Dynasty.

Boom.

The fourth sound echoed.

Boom.

The fifth sound echoed.

The sounds from within Gu Jinnian's body grew louder and more deafening.

In the end, it rang nine times.

Finally, a beam of purple light emerged from Gu Jinnian's body, and the talents inside turned into a divine hammer, as if shattering a door.

In an instant, a mansion appeared behind Gu Jinnian, filled with righteous aura.

This was the Literary Mansion.

The righteous aura illuminated everything in the hall, making Gu Jinnian look like a deity.

Gu Jinnian also felt an unprecedented change.

He knew about the Literary Mansion, but it was something that could only be opened after reaching the third realm. Generally, when one reaches the third realm of the Confucian path, they would encounter the Literary Mansion, but opening it was still difficult.

So, the third realm of the Confucian path, known as the realm of establishing a doctrine, is divided into several stages.

Opening the Mansion, forming the Mansion, condensing objects, and reaching perfection.

Opening the Literary Mansion, forming the Mansion, condensing objects, and being well-versed in five carts of books.

Being well-versed in five carts of books means reaching perfection in the third realm, possessing Confucian magic, and being able to attack demons.

With the righteous aura's enhancement, it's like a divine weapon, far surpassing the abilities of immortal warriors. This is an inherent advantage.

But Gu Jinnian didn't expect to open the Literary Mansion without reaching the third realm, which had never happened before.

The Literary Mansion formed.

But outside the hall, talents continued to flow into his body like a river, converted by the ancient tree into the purest righteous aura, entering the Literary Mansion.

At this moment, the Literary Mansion shone brightly, gradually solidifying. Behind Gu Jinnian, his Literary Mansion radiated a brilliant light.

It looked more like a palace than a mansion, grand and magnificent, with dragons and phoenixes carved and gilded.

The Literary Mansion came to life, directly forming, skipping the second stage.

"The Literary Mansion has solidified, this is the second stage."

"Transcending realms to open the Literary Mansion is one thing, but to skip the second stage is truly terrifying."

"This child is truly terrifying."

Many great Confucians and scholars in the hall exclaimed. Transcending realms to open the Literary Mansion was already extremely exaggerated.

But to directly form the Literary Mansion, this was the second stage.

More terrifying was that talents continued to flow into the Literary Mansion, and it seemed that it wouldn't stop.

"Comparing Gu Jinnian's Literary Mansion to mine, mine feels like a doghouse."

Someone felt very uncomfortable, looking at Gu Jinnian's Literary Mansion and comparing it to their own, and couldn't help but say so.

No one knew who said it.

For a moment, many people's faces turned unpleasant.

Even some great Confucians felt inferior, though their Literary Mansions weren't as shabby as doghouses, but compared to Gu Jinnian's gilded Literary Mansion, they looked very poor.

"The Literary Mansion is the foundation of a Confucian. The more stable the foundation, the more splendid and radiant the Literary Mansion. Three thousand-year poems, one national poem, and one thousand-year article, the Literary Mansion solidifying is reasonable, but it's just too splendid."

"In the future, I really can't show my Literary Mansion to Gu Jinnian, or I'll lose before the competition even starts."

Voices rose, and some great Confucians couldn't help but speak, their eyes filled with envy.

The Literary Mansion, they had never compared it before. Some had splendid Literary Mansions, but compared to Gu Jinnian's, they were just average.

These great Confucians never thought they would lose in the Literary Mansion.

But as the Literary Mansion became more real, talents continued to flow into it.

Finally,

A war chariot appeared in the Literary Mansion.

"Condensing objects?"

"Whoa, not the second stage, but directly to the third stage?"

"Is Gu Jinnian going to directly reach the perfection of establishing a doctrine and condense five talent war chariots?"

"Establishing a doctrine, the first stage is opening the Literary Mansion, the second stage is the Literary Mansion manifesting, the third stage is condensing objects, the fourth stage is being well-versed in five carts of books, and the talents turn into a Confucian war chariot,