nashuaworldcup Chapter 490 Prose
Chapter 490 Prose
Chapter 490 Prose
boom!
Another scholar shot out from the black torrent, then struggled and fell directly down from the stone layer.
As the first person fell from the stone layer, seven more ghost scholars shot out.
Meanwhile, the scholars watching from outside stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with disbelief.
Because they never expected that Ye Ru could take on seven people at once!
"You, you, you, don't come any closer..."
Swallowing hard, the last remaining ghost scholar looked terrified, then took two steps back, his heart filled with turmoil.
"Are you going down there yourself, or do you want me to do it?"
Ye Ru twisted his neck and then walked step by step toward the ghostly scholar.
The ghost scholar, his pupils reflecting Ye Ru's image, retreated continuously. Then, a fierce glint appeared in his eyes, and he charged towards Ye Ru.
However, the scholar's efforts were clearly futile. His actions were nothing to Ye Ru. In an instant, Ye Ru caught his attack and sent him flying.
After defeating the ten ghost scholars, Ye Ru clapped his hands and nodded to Kong Ling. A look of horror appeared in the latter's eyes, but it quickly disappeared.
"Let's go. Yan Jin and the other two have also lost. It seems that our human race has finally been able to hold its head high this time."
Then, Kong Ling smiled.
"Let's go, let's get through this Six Arts competition first."
Ye Ru nodded, and the two of them stepped into the black torrent once again, and then began to climb towards the top of the mountain step by step.
Without the Ghost Scholar's obstruction, Ye Ru and his companion quickly reached the edge of the mountaintop.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Ye Ru and Kong Ling leaped directly to the top of the mountain with a light touch of their feet.
"Haha, he really is a genius, one in a million."
Xie Ming clapped his hands, watched Ye Ru and the others climb to the top of the mountain, and then looked at the timer.
Because of the competition rules, once one person reaches the top of the mountain, the competition will begin its countdown.
"Whoa!"
As Ye Ru and Kong Ling stood atop the peak, several other scholars leaped up, though some of them exuded extremely unstable auras, while others were filled with a dark aura.
Some of these people are obviously ghost scholars.
These ghostly scholars looked at Ye Ru with cold eyes. They all knew that Ye Ru was the most crucial figure in this battle.
"Alright, now the countdown begins. Ten seconds remain, and the match will be over."
Xie Ming stood up and spoke loudly. His voice carried into the secret realm, making everyone present breathe a sigh of relief, while those who hadn't climbed up looked somewhat anxious.
"Nine!"
call out!
Another person leaped onto the platform. Shi Tian looked disheveled, his entire body soaked by the black torrent. After leaping up, he glared venomously at Ye Ru and the ghost scholars.
When he was surrounded by the Ghost Scholar, Ye Ru simply did not send any talent energy to him.
"Eight!"
"seven!"
……
"three!"
"two!"
Just then, two whooshing sounds came from below the mountain peak, and two figures immediately rushed out. They were both accompanied by a powerful dark aura, and a sense of terror arose spontaneously.
"Flame?"
"Yanfeng?"
Upon seeing this scene, Kong Ling and Ye Ru couldn't help but shrink their pupils, and then exclaimed in surprise, "Weren't these two already defeated? How could they still have such powerful strength to climb to this peak again?"
"You two just wait."
Yan Jin's gaze turned icy, then his lips moved slightly as he murmured something.
"You defeated opponent, I'll wait and see, what can you do about it?"
Ye Ru tilted his head, his smile filled with a chilling expression. Ye Ru's disregard for Yan Jin and the others made their faces even more gloomy.
"one!"
At this moment, the countdown finally began, and then the secret realm where Ye Ru and the others were located suddenly cracked open, followed by a sound like glass shattering, which resounded throughout the world.
boom!
With a muffled thud, the entire secret realm exploded, and Ye Ru and the others were all thrown out, while those who had not finished their tasks landed outside the competition area.
"Congratulations on successfully passing the Six Arts Challenge. Next up is the Six Arts Book."
Xie Ming looked at the many contestants who had entered the arena, and finally fixed his gaze on Ye Ru and Kong Ling.
Although the Yanhuang Kingdom and the Jin Kingdom were sworn enemies, Ye Ru's magnanimity completely won him over.
Without Ye Ru's help, those wicked scholars would probably have been the ones to succeed here.
"The term 'Six Arts' originated in the Book of Han. Here, the specific names of the 'Six Scripts' are first mentioned: 'In ancient times, children entered primary school at the age of eight. Therefore, the Zhou official Bao Shi was in charge of the children of the state and taught them the Six Scripts: pictographs, ideographs, semantic symbols, phonetic symbols, derivative characters, and phonetic loan characters. These are the foundation of character creation.' This time, the competition is a calligraphy contest. Each person must write a poem, which must be original."
"As you write, the stone table in front of you will also emit light. The quality of the writing will be determined by the intensity of the light. Do you understand?"
Xie Ming looked serious, then glanced around and slowly said.
"Understood!"
Everyone shouted in unison.
"The match will last for one hour. Once this incense stick has completely burned out, the match will be over."
After Xie Ming finished speaking, he slowly stepped back, then raised one hand and suddenly swung it down:
"The competition is now officially underway!"
As soon as the words were spoken, the scholars all found their places, then took a pen in one hand and spread out the paper with the other, and slowly began to write.
The crowd was quiet except for the constant rustling of writing, which stirred a sense of excitement among everyone.
"What should I write about?"
Ye Ru bit his pen as he pondered.
The previous poems are definitely not valid. Moreover, this time, the scores are based on the quality of the poems. All I need to do is find a relatively excellent ancient poem to stand out in this competition.
"What is Ye Ru doing? Everyone else is writing, why is Ye Ru the only one not moving?"
Seeing that Ye Ru was not in a hurry to start writing, Zhang Dong slowly said.
Logically speaking, Ye Ru was quick-witted and this kind of essay should not have been too difficult for him.
"You must think about your own writing, understand the beginning and the end, and you must complete it within an hour. If you want to do a good job, you must first have the right tools, you know?"
Zhang Zhi shook his head, as if giving a reprimand.
"This type of fu (a type of classical Chinese prose-poetry) originated in the Han Dynasty. Its characteristic is the combination of rhyme and prose, while its content is about describing objects and expressing one's aspirations. If you want to write one, it is best to start from here."
After considering the characteristics, Ye Ru touched his brush and immediately understood.