"Qin Mo." Jiang Zhenbei thought silently in his heart, but had no impression of this name at all.

Even if Jiang Zhenbei didn't know anyone among the younger generation of writers in Jincheng who had talent, he would have definitely heard of his name.

But this Qin Mo, he recalled it three times in a row and had no clue.

Could it be a recently rising literary master?

It can't be.

Can writers who have just emerged recently be able to compose quatrains?

This farewell poem seemed to be tailor-made for him, and the last two lines made him emotionally unstable.

"How talented is he?" Jiang Zhenbei raised his head and asked Gu Mingyang. A writer who could write this quatrain with more than an inch of golden light must at least be in a state where his talent is exposed, or even have the same talent as him.

You know, since he gathered his talent in Jiangzhenbei and condensed it into a lotus flower, he has never composed a single quatrain.

There is no first in literature, no second in military affairs.

Talent does not represent everything. Writers with exposed talents can express their feelings and vent their emotions, and sometimes they can write golden sentences.

But it is difficult to make a quatrain!

Similarly, a talented writer who wants to write quatrains also needs an opportunity.

Even the most famous writers of our time may not always produce excellent works. The right time, place, people and people are indispensable.

When he heard the word talent, Gu Mingyang hesitated a little, sighed silently, and said regretfully: "Although I am a student who composed this quatrain, he is a man born with good verses. He got it accidentally with a good hand. In terms of talent, he is mediocre."

Nothing surprising.

Quatrains cannot be copied."

"What does it mean to have no talent? You won't tell me that his talent is not revealed?" Jiang Zhenbei asked doubtfully.

Seeing Gu Mingyang nodding in confirmation, everyone present widened their eyes, no talent?

If you have no talent, can you compose quatrains?

They claimed to be masters of literature and Taoism, and their talents were so obvious that they could not compose a quatrain even when they were in the top ranks. That Qin Mo, a mediocre and untalented person, actually composed a quatrain.

Everyone was at a loss, and for a moment they didn't know whether they were angry or unwilling.

"If he really has such good luck, it is his fate."

"A good verse is made by nature, and it can be found by chance. However, God allowed him to get a quatrain by chance, but did not give him any talent. This can be regarded as a gain and a loss."

"We have all achieved great success and are among the masters of literature and art, so why should we envy a junior who has no talent?"

Thinking of this, the writers here felt much better.

Others have good fortune and occasionally get a quatrain, but the price they pay is eternal.

Just because they can't compose a quatrain for the time being doesn't mean they won't have the chance in the future.

On the contrary, the mediocre Qin Mo may only have this chance to write a quatrain in his life.

"Um, Principal Gu, is your student Qin Mo from Anyang Middle School, Grade 3 (4)?" Fang Hansong's weak voice sounded from the crowd.

Zhan Qinghai and Jiang Zhenbei's eyes quickly passed through the crowd and moved to Fang Hansong.

Gu Mingyang said in astonishment: "Brother Hansong, do you know Qin Mo?"

That's correct.

Although Fang Hansong did not investigate Qin Mo as carefully as the Lin clan, he still understood the basic information.

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Fang Hansong took a deep breath and said in detail to Zhan Qinghai: "City Lord, do you remember that I told you about the Jincheng Martial Arts Newspaper, which published a martial arts article "Xiao Li Flying Knife" about the evolution of Yuan skills chapter by chapter?"

When he heard Gu Mingyang say that this quatrain was written by Qin Mo, Fang Hansong thought it was a student with the same name. After hearing Gu Mingyang's description of Qin Mo, he felt that Qin Mo was what Gu Mingyang said.

It is very likely that he is a straight man of steel.

Now, verified.

Zhan Qinghai nodded. He was in retreat at the time and did not ask questions carefully.

But how are these two things related?

Could it be?!

Zhan Qinghai's eyes suddenly shrank.

Before he could ask, Fang Hansong smiled bitterly and said: "Yes, the author of "Little Li Flying Knife" is Qin Mo.

If my information is correct, he should be the same person as the Qin Mo mentioned by Principal Gu."

As soon as the words fell, everyone was shocked!

The author of the martial arts article "Steel Straight Man" who evolved the elemental skill "Little Li Fei Dao" in one chapter, is the same person as Qin Mo who wrote the quatrain "I urge you to drink another glass of wine, leaving Yangguan in the west without any old friends"?

Some people have a dull pain in their cheeks and pain in their cheeks. Is this really fair?

Gave him the luck of Miao Hand Puppet's quatrains, and also gave him a Yuan-skill level martial arts article?

You two, do you really see clearly?

Is such a person really without talent and mediocre?

So what are we?

"How old are Gu Mingyang, Fang Hansong, and Qin Mo?" A civil and military master thought of something and asked without giving up.

"18 years old." Gu Mingyang and Fang Hansong said in unison.

18 years old...18...1...

When we were teenagers who were full of curiosity and endless exploration of the body, we had already composed quatrains and written martial arts articles at the Yuanji level.

Comparing people with each other makes people angry.

"I want to meet this Qin Mo." Someone present said, his eyes were cold, and he was even more curious, wanting to find out.

At the age of 18, he wrote quatrains and wrote articles about evolved Yuan skills.

All the civil and military masters present wanted to see him.

Gu Mingyang didn't hide anything, and said: "Qin Mo has applied for the College Entrance Examination of the Department of Liberal Arts. You still need to evaluate the palace examination in person."

"Are you applying to the liberal arts department?" The man's eyes lit up and he said no more.

The rest is handled by this quatrain.

Zhan Qinghai said in a deep voice: "Mingyang, send this poem to the Document Hall tomorrow to apply for inclusion in the latest issue of "Shiji"."

"Poetry"!

When everyone present heard these two words, they were envious and jealous.

Zhan Qinghai's heart was far less peaceful than his. Unlike Jincheng Military News, "Shi Ji" was published nationwide and the province and city to which it belonged was marked. Being published in "Shi Ji" represented the prosperity of the province and city's literature.

A quatrain from Jincheng was published in the "Records of Poetry", and as the city's lord, he naturally took advantage of it.

"Book of Songs" is divided into two parts: quatrains and quatrains. Both the quatrains and the quatrains can be published only after ten poems have been completed.

In Jincheng City, no poems have been published in "Shi Ji" for several years.

Thinking of this, Zhan Qinghai couldn't hide his joy and asked Gu Mingyang: "What is the name of this quatrain?"

Gu Mingyang didn't even think about it and quickly replied: ""Gift to Gu Mingyang""

"I'll stab you to death!" Jiang Zhenbei was instantly furious, his eyes widened as he wished he could pull out the silver spear from his back and stab Gu Mingyang to death.

This farewell poem was sent to me, Jiang Zhenbei. Seeing that it was going to be published in "Records of Poetry", you told me that it was called "Gift to Ancient Mingyang"?

Does anyone say anything?

Gu Mingyang felt the biting chill and icy gun light radiating from Jiang Zhenbei's body, and knew that he was not as strong as Jiang Zhenbei's gun, so he had to change his words: "Is that called "Gu Mingyang's Student Gifts to Jiang Zhenbei"?"

"Old man, you are going too far!" Jiang Zhenbei started to draw his gun.

"This poem is about sending Zhenbei to conquer the demon space, so it's called "Send Jiangzhenbei down to the west"." Zhan Qinghai decided on the name of the quatrain.

Only then did the grudges dissipate.

"Then the author of this poem is called a pen name or not?" Fang Hansong asked.

"My name is Qin Mo!" Zhan Qinghai said in a deep voice. Please recommend. This book is on the new book list. Recommendations and rewards are very important to the author. I hope everyone can vote for recommendations. Thank you all. New week
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