Chapter two hundred and ninety fourth their talents
Within half an hour, each wrote a poem, and then the scores were judged.
If it were a normal literary fight, this would naturally be fair. The subject matter is the same, the time limit is the same, and everyone is competing based on their talents.
Moreover, writing poetry is difficult. It requires sufficient literary support and inspiration.
After all, not everyone is like Li Taibai. He can write poems like a spring and write poems like a diabetic. He writes poems wherever he goes. He has left thousands of poems and essays behind, and there are still many truly good ones that have not been recorded.
In terms of poetry, it is estimated that a literati can only write one or two poems in his lifetime for future generations to sing.
But the problem is that after Li Liangjin returned to his seat, he immediately picked up his pen and started writing poems without thinking at all.
"Sure enough, he is already prepared, but this is understandable. If he wants to ensure the first victory, he will naturally put himself in the most advantageous position. However, this is not a shameful thing, but he has already
Get ready, I also have Duke Wen Chao sitting in charge, how can I lose to him?" Li Xiuyuan said secretly.
In my mind, I began to recall some of the knowledge I had brought to this world.
As expected, it is only when the book is used that I regret it less.
After some recollection, I really don’t remember many poems and articles in my mind. They are all famous works through the ages, but can I take out this thing?
The text is all wrong, and if it doesn't correspond, it will just add to the jokes.
Ancient scholars were not fools.
When Li Liangjin saw Li Xiuyuan holding his head and looking like he was frowning and thinking hard, he immediately laughed: "This martial artist is really talented in literature. Looking at his frowning and thinking look, I know that he can't write poetry."
"Yes, how can a mere martial artist have any literary talent?"
"Brother Li, you won the first game, but this person's talent and learning are so low. I think we should be able to beat him smoothly in the second game as well." The scholar next to him immediately began to praise him.
But I just flattered in a suppressed voice and didn't dare to speak too loudly.
Don't let Li Xiuyuan worry about you and get scolded again, and you can't scold him back. This guy has a book of life and death in his hand, and he knows all the bad things you have done.
Confronting him tit for tat will only lead to a loss of favor.
After all, who has never done something wrong?
Meng Xi, who was confident and confident before, was also made to vomit blood, faint, beat her chest and cry bitterly by a little lotus?
"My poems have been written, but I wonder where your poems are now?" Li Liangjin put down his ink pen at this time, blew at the writing on it, then stood up and said with a smile.
"It seems it's not even half an hour yet. You're getting anxious." Li Xiuyuan said.
Li Liangjin said: "Although the time has not come yet, I am here to remind you. Don't delay here knowing that you will lose. It is better to rush to the next game. You are a martial artist who disgusts me. This young master said
I can’t wait to see you anymore.”
"You should be happy that you can see me, because I stopped your evil deeds and saved you a lot of revenge. If I don't stop you today, Hu Han, Third Sister Fox, and many other foxes will be killed in the future.
The clan spirits are determined to make it difficult for you to live in peace, and it is possible that your family may be destroyed." Li Xiuyuan said.
"Huh, that's alarmist. As a scholar, I'm not ashamed to talk about all kinds of myths and ghosts." Li Liangjin snorted.
Li Xiuyuan smiled and said, "You talk about hating gods and ghosts, but you hug two beautiful fox girls and enjoy it so much. You know what you do and what you do is inconsistent. It's really hypocritical. What a scholar values is honesty and trustworthiness. You are full of hypocrisy."
Lies, is this worthy of being a scholar?"
Li Liangjin's face darkened again, and he didn't know how to refute this Li Xiuyuan.
"The tablet has been made." Hu Han walked in at this time, holding a tablet in his hand.
It says "The God of Wenqujunxing"
This is a very simple body and god, but as long as the gods are pure in the world, if someone worships his god, even if it is a simple worship, the gods will know it.
"Very good. I also ask my father-in-law to put the god's position above the main position. Wenquxing is the judge this time and is the god in charge of literary fortune. He should be respected more." Li Xiuyuan said.
Hu Han nodded, placed the throne on the main seat and stepped back.
"Since the throne of God is in place, why don't I see your poems?" Li Liangjin asked.
"Write it now, don't rush it." Li Xiuyuan had already thought of a poem in his mind and started writing it immediately.
The pen moves quickly and quickly, and the ink is poured out immediately without a trace of sloppiness.
He has a draft in his heart, and a copywriter in his mind to see whose poem is better.
Li Liangjin couldn't help but be stunned when he saw him finishing a poem in just a few moments. He couldn't help but wonder, could it be that he also had a draft in mind? He had prepared it in advance.
Or maybe his book of life and death has already predicted this incident?
Thinking of this, Li Liangjin couldn't help but feel that this matter might not go so smoothly.
In fact, he is overthinking. Li Xiuyuan has a habit of flipping through the Book of Life and Death, that is, he will not read things related to himself, because it is very simple, as long as anything involving himself is full of variables, even the Book of Life and Death is difficult to read.
Write it down.
Therefore, this competition does not exist in Li Liangjin’s destiny.
"I don't know where your poems are, why don't you read them out and listen to them?" Li Xiuyuan gestured.
Li Liangjin glanced at him coldly, then calmed down slightly and said, "In that case, you warrior, please listen carefully."
"The world is clear with literature and martial arts, and the world is astonished by a piece of writing."
"Inside the golden cup and jade cup, in front of the general's door, he reined in his horse and listened."
"Good, good poem, a good line. The general reined his horse in front of the door and listened. Brother Li has lofty ambitions and wants to rule the world with poetry. He is really a role model for our generation." Immediately, some scholars clapped their hands and praised him.
"This poem is so powerful and has the world in mind that I can't compare to it." Another scholar also praised it.
Li Liangjin smiled slightly, and then said: "I have finished reading my poems. I wonder where the poems of you, a martial artist, are?"
His poems are really clever. He uses literature to control military force and pacifies the world. Even the generals have to rein in their horses and obey orders in front of his door. At the same time, he also secretly curses Li Xiuyuan, a warrior, who will be dispatched by him, a descendant of the prince.
, to put it mildly, it’s like a dog in front of your door.
It is both writing poetry and cursing people.
Regardless of whether this Li Liangjin had a manuscript or not, this poem that fits the situation is enough to show that his literary talent is indeed not low. After all, even if he has a manuscript, he must be able to write it before.
He does have some ability, no wonder he is so arrogant.
"This poem... is indeed good." Hu Han's face also changed slightly.
Although it is simple, it carries the heroic spirit that a disciple of an aristocratic family should have. It is indeed not written by an ordinary scholar. Even if it were written, without his courage, it would still be at a disadvantage.
"Master Li won the first game." Hu Hei also stroked his beard and laughed, thinking that Qingshan's ownership was more certain.
After winning the first game, the next two games will be much safer.
Li Xiuyuan stood up at this time and said: "Your literary talent is indeed very good, but you are too arrogant. You always look condescending, looking down on warriors and poor people. There was a famous saying in the previous dynasty, the king is like a boat, and the people are like water.
Water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it. The ancients understood this, but don’t you understand?”
"Don't talk about these useless things. Where are your poems and essays?" Li Liangjin snorted softly; "Everyone knows the truth, but the key is to rely on true talent and practical learning."
"That's right. My poetry has been written. Since you want to hear it, I will read it to you. Just listen."
Li Xiuyuan opened his mouth and said: "Sparrows, birds, and swans have no dignity, and the princes in common clothes have a glass of wine."
"I am a roc in the clouds, but I refuse to fly because the sky is low."
"Okay, it's well written. What a great sentence: Birds, birds, and swans have no dignity. A glass of wine for the commoner prince."
Hu Han also immediately banged the table and started shouting to show his authority for Li Xiuyuan.
But there is no use in praising the quality of poetry. Li Xiuyuan just smiled faintly, and then looked at Li Liangjin calmly. His literary talent is not low, and the quality of poetry can be judged.
Sure enough, after hearing this, Li Liangjin's lips moved slightly, he muttered a few words silently in his mind, and his face changed slightly.
Because he found that Li Xiuyuan's poems were not bad at all, and they were on par with him, especially the first sentence, "Sparrows, birds, and swans have no dignity, and princes in common clothes have a glass of wine."
This meaning is very simple. It means that there is no distinction between people in the world. Whether they are ordinary people or princes, in the end they are just a glass of wine in front of the grave. Although it seems a bit like the Buddhist idea of equality of all living beings, in fact
He was also scolding him, a descendant of a prince, for saying that after his death, he would be nothing more than a cup of sacrificial wine. What difference would he make to ordinary people?
And the second sentence, "I am a big roc in the clouds, but I refuse to fly because the sky is low," shows Li Xiuyuan's lofty ambitions.
The ambition to become a blockbuster without even making a sound.
The lofty sentiments and lofty ideals are no less than reining in the horse in front of one's own general.
"This poem, this poem..." The two scholars next to him hesitated at this moment, not daring to judge randomly.
Li Liangjin’s poems are not bad, and Li Xiuyuan’s poems are not bad either.
Even in a certain sense, Li Xiuyuan is more profound and connotative. Perhaps Li Xiuyuan should be better.
But can this be said?
cannot.
After all, they are friends with Li Liangjin, and they even enjoyed the hospitality of the fox girl when they came here. How could they say good things about Li Xiuyuan at this time?
"How, whose poems are better?" Li Xiuyuan asked.
Li Liangjin's momentum continued unabated, and he said: "I don't have much more to say. Naturally, my poems are better. This sentence means you lose."
Li Xiuyuan smiled and said: "I didn't ask you, because you would definitely say that your poetry is better. I just asked a few friends behind you. I hope they won't speak out of conscience."
"This, this, it's hard to say." A scholar said with a smile.
"Since it's hard to say, let's ask Wen Quxing to judge." Li Xiuyuan said, "After all, the previous preparations were to prevent this from happening."
"Yes, to show fairness, let the gods in the sky judge, but you also have to invite Wenquxing. If you can't invite him, how will this game be judged?" Li Liangjin said.
Li Xiuyuan said: "If you can't be invited, I will use the second method. I know it well and I guarantee fairness. If there is any injustice, I can admit defeat."
"This is what you said, don't go back on it when the time comes." Li Liangjin said.
"Don't not pay back the money you owe when the time comes." Li Xiuyuan smiled.
After saying that, he walked over, took out three sticks of incense from the Ghost King's bag and lit them in front of the god's throne.