Creation Color Master

As more students continued to enter the school, the competition officially began until there were no more participants.

In the school, Wang Bo and Fan Zhongyan each took their own paper and pen and went to their respective desks and chairs.

The two of them looked around and found that there were not many students participating in the competition, only dozens of people, and the entire school was quiet.

Some people were sitting in front of tables and chairs in deep thought; some were staring at the paper and pen on the table in a daze; some were scratching their heads anxiously; some had strong confidence in their eyes; the people outside were watching all their performances.

Wang Bo seemed confident, but he did not put pen to paper for a long time, as if he was waiting for something.

In the courtyard outside, everyone could clearly see the situation in the school from where they stood. Looking at the competition in front of them, everyone began to discuss in a low voice.

"Who do you think will win this competition? Anyway, I am more optimistic about the guy named Teng Ming. After all, good articles are always created by chance. If there is no accident, I am afraid that no one can surpass this article."

Upon hearing this, the student next to him immediately retorted, "Humph, Teng Ming is an unknown person. He just wrote an article occasionally. It is not enough to truly demonstrate his strength. If you ask me, I support Lu Changan."

Another voice said with a little excitement: "I also choose Lu Chang'an. Everyone in the academy knows that Lu Chang'an is particularly good at writing articles. There are even some articles that the teachers in the academy praised repeatedly."

At this moment, someone in the crowd suddenly shouted: "Look, someone is moving."

In the school, Fan Zhongyan seemed to have already come up with an idea. He was working on it slowly, then he picked up his pen and dipped it in ink to start his writing journey.

The rest of the students seemed to have no idea and were all thinking hard.

Wang Bo on the other side also moved, his movements were smooth and flowing, and he also began to write poetry.

"Yuzhang Old County, Hongdu New Prefecture"

"The stars are divided into Yi and Zhen, and the earth is connected to Heng and Lu."

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As Wang Bo waved his wrist, words appeared on the paper, and his talent was slowly gathering in the school.

Inside the courtyard, Deans Chen, Shiling and the other two clearly felt the change in the culture. Although it was very small, it still made them look towards the academy with a little excitement, carefully searching for the person who could have caused the change in the culture.

"The soaring dragon and the rising phoenix are the lyric master of Mr. Meng; the purple lightning and the blue frost are the arsenal of General Wang."

"My father is the mayor, and the road leads to a famous place; how could a child know that he would be able to witness a grand feast in person."

As Wang Bo finished his two sentences, his talent suddenly became active, and even the students participating in the competition noticed something unusual.

On the other hand, Fan Zhongyan also wrote eloquently and freely, with each line of his poetry coming to life on the paper.

"The next year, the government was in good order and the people were in harmony, and everything was revived, so Yueyang Tower was rebuilt."

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"I saw the beauty of Baling in Dongting Lake."

"It holds the distant mountains, swallows the Yangtze River, is vast and boundless, with morning sun and evening shade, and a myriad of scenes. This is the grand view of Yueyang Tower, which has been fully described by predecessors."

As Fan Zhongyan continued writing on paper, all of a sudden, the talent in the school seemed to be guided and split into two, gathering around the two people.

Of course, this change did not escape the eyes of the dean and the teacher. When they saw this situation, everyone had the answer in their hearts.

Chen Shiling stroked his beard and smiled, "Great! I never thought that a competition could bring out two talented people. Haha, this is really cause for celebration."

Tang Tianyu on the side echoed: "Yes, this is worth our efforts."

Although Tang Tianyu was talking to Chen Shiling, his eyes were always on Fan Zhongyan. He seemed to have a good impression of this student.

The two were not affected by any outside influence and were immersed in the articles they wrote.

Wang Bo continued to write

"It is September, the third autumn."

"The muddy water has dried up and the cold pond is clear; the mist is condensed and the evening mountain is purple."

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"Heting and Fuzhu are the lingering memories of poor islands; Guidianlan Palace is the shape of hills and mountains."

"Looking down at the carved eaves, the mountains and plains are vast and the rivers and lakes are winding and breathtaking."

"Everywhere in the streets and alleys, there are houses with bells ringing and food on bronze tripods; boats and ships fill the river, with green birds and yellow dragons on their bows."

"The clouds disappear and the rain falls, and the color shines brightly in the area."

"Luoxia and Lonely fly together, and the autumn waters are the same color as the sky."

"The late singing of fishing boats makes the sound on the poor Pengli shore; the formation of wild geese frightens the cold, and the sound breaks off the Hengyang Pond."

As each word fell on the paper, a storm suddenly arose outside the school. Endless talent gathered in the air, and the laws of literature also shuttled in the air, as if they were about to appear before everyone.

The waterways and cloud paths resonate, reflecting endless spiritual light.

In an instant, talent gathered in the sky and strange visions appeared.

I saw the sky full of sunset glow spreading flat in the air, and a setting sun hanging above the lake. The light of the setting sun scattered on the sparkling lake surface, like pieces of glittering dragon scales. From a distance, it looked like a dragon dancing in the water.

The fisherman was rowing his boat on the lake when a lone wild duck flew across the sky, its cry echoing on the lake for a long time.

Gradually, everyone saw the shadow of Tengwang Pavilion slowly solidify by the lake. The magnificent Tengwang Pavilion and the lake were facing each other from afar, and they stayed together under the reflection of the sunset.

Many students were mesmerized by it, as if they had turned into the protagonists in a vision, standing on the towering Tengwang Pavilion, accompanied by the sunset, the gentle breeze, overlooking the entire lake, intoxicated by the beautiful scenery, and swimming freely between water and sky.

Although they were mentally prepared, when the vision appeared, Chen Shiling and Liu Ximing were both shocked and stood up suddenly.

"Such a vision, the objects in the vision turned from virtual to real, this royal chapter actually has the potential to be spread throughout the world."

Liu Ximing looked at the beautiful sunset and murmured, "To be able to describe the scenery so beautifully, I'm afraid that his choice of words and his understanding of the landscape are on par with Pei Jing's."

Fan Wenxuan said with a smile: "I am now looking forward to the other person's performance. The literary energy aroused by the two of them just now was negative."

Chu Mo, who was far behind everyone, was also attracted by such a strange vision, but he liked "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng" even more and was even more impressed by Wang Bo's talent.

The young Wang Bo, under the watchful eyes of a group of officials in Tengwang Pavilion, at a lively banquet, simply picked up a pen and improvised without any idea in mind. The whole article was completed in one go, surpassing all the others. This shows Wang Bo's talent.

This talented young man died young, which often made his previous self feel extremely regretful. Otherwise, with Wang Bo's talent, his reputation might not be less than that of Li Bai and Du Fu in the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

It’s a pity that God is jealous of talented people. Such a dazzling star failed to show his own brilliance and disappeared quietly, which makes people sigh infinitely.

But now that Wang Bo has come to this world, Li Huai believes that with his talent he will definitely shine in this world.

"My heart is filled with joy and my spirits soar."

"When the sound of the clear music comes, the breeze arises; when the delicate song comes, the white clouds stop."

"The green bamboos in the Sui Garden are like the bottles that carry the air to Pengze; the red flowers in the Ye River are like the brushes that illuminate Linchuan."

"Four beauties, two difficulties."

"I gaze at the sky and enjoy myself on my free days."

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As Wang Bo began to write again, the scene in the vision changed again.

The scene then came to a banquet in Tengwang Pavilion, where all the guests were having a great time, with beautiful scenery, fresh breeze, stringed instruments, and orchestral music, and a large number of literati and friends gathered there.

The lively scene was held in Tengwang Pavilion, and the participants were also well-known for their virtues. The transformation from beautiful scenery to wise men made the article sublime.