Chapter two hundred and ninety seventh weighing talent
Wen Quxing's bow to Li Xiuyuan shocked everyone in the hall, including the fox spirit.
The fox spirits were shocked by Li Xiuyuan's status as a human saint. They understood the meaning of these four words best. It was by no means as simple as the literal meaning. There were so many things behind it that it was unimaginable.
In fact, compared to the Spirit Gate.
Scholars like Li Liangjin were not that surprised. What surprised them was Wen Quxing's attitude towards Li Xiuyuan.
The saints in the world are still far away for them, and they don't know as much as the spirits. However, Wenquxing returned a very respectful salute to Li Xiuyuan, which made Li Liangjin immediately realize that this martial artist seemed to be very unusual, and could actually make him
The gods in heaven all respect him so much.
And will such respect affect the results of this competition and cause him to lose this literary battle directly?
Li Liangjin's heart trembled, and he felt that things were developing badly.
Because he knew that Li Xiuyuan's poems were no worse than his own, and if he wanted to win against him, he could only rely on the judges' personal preferences.
The reason why he was happy before was because Wen Quxing was the number one scholar in the previous subject, Mr. Wen, and he had met him several times. He naturally had a huge advantage over Li Xiuyuan, a stranger.
Li Xiuyuan nodded at this moment and said, "This time, Wen Quxing from heaven has come down to earth."
"The saints on earth are too polite. The little god has been bored in the Heavenly Palace since he returned to the throne of God. He has long wanted to go down to earth. However, no one has worshiped the gods, so he has been unable to ignore the laws of the Heavenly Palace and cannot make them.
Mortal world." Wen Quxing said with a smile: "The little gods are generally aware of what happened this time. Please rest assured, saints in the world, that this evaluation of the little gods will be fair and impartial and will never be biased."
"Is this the best?" Li Xiuyuan said: "This is a poem I wrote before, and I would like to ask Wenquxing to taste it."
After saying that, I wanted to step forward and hand over the poem.
However, Wen Quxing suddenly stopped and said: "A human saint cannot go any further. If you go any further, a little god will not be able to stand your upright aura as a human saint."
Even if he is a god in heaven, he cannot come close to a saint on earth.
Li Xiuyuan suddenly realized that his aura came out and was not blocked. He immediately signaled to Qing'e.
Qing'e immediately stood up, lowered her head slightly and very obediently sent poems to Li Xiuyuan.
"The poems and essays written by the saints in the world should be no worse than those written by the little god. Well, let the little god take a look." Wen Quxing then smiled and took the poem.
Li Xiuyuan said: "Wen Quxing is ridiculous. All the literary destiny in the world is in your hands. Your talent is the best in the world. How can my poems and essays compare with yours?"
What he said was not modesty, but the truth.
Wen Quxing has been reincarnated so many times, and has been the number one scholar for many times. He has accumulated talents and talents throughout his life. It can be said that there is no article in the world that he does not understand. Comparing talents with him would be Li Bai's reincarnation. Cao Zijian would probably be ashamed of himself in this life.
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Moreover, many of the great talents in history are reincarnations of Wenquxing.
"The sparrows and swans have no dignity, the princes in common clothes have a glass of wine..."
Wen Quxing took the manuscript in his hand and read it over, savoring it in his mind, and then said, "It's a good poem. A saint in the world can write such a poem, which shows that his literary talent is not low, and it is enough to be spread throughout the world."
Naturally, these words have little weight when spoken by ordinary people.
But hearing it from Wen Quxing's mouth made Li Liangjin and other scholars' expressions change.
Poetry and prose can be passed down to the world, which is a high evaluation of poetry and prose, because poetry and prose passed down to the world means leaving a name in history, which is a great honor for scholars.
Why was Li Bai of the previous dynasty so famous? Isn't it because there are too many poems that have been handed down for future generations to remember?
On the contrary, if a literati has no works handed down from generation to generation, even if his literary talents are outstanding and praised, who will remember you in a few decades? You will not be forgotten by everyone.
"Lord Wen, you have already tasted his poems and essays. I think the late poet's poems are not bad, so I would like to ask Sir Wen to taste them."
Not to be outdone, Li Liangjin hurriedly stepped forward and cupped his hands, then held the poems he had written before in front of Wen Quxing.
"Oh, let me take a look." Wen Quxing took his poem and took a serious look at it.
"Hehe, hehe."
After reading it, Wen Quxing laughed twice.
"..."
Li Liangjin looked confused: "Master Wen, aren't you good at writing poems and essays written in late life?"
"Haha." Wenquxing smiled again.
Li Liangjin was confused for a moment. He didn't understand what Wenquxing's laughter meant. No matter whether his poems were good or bad, he had to be judged. What was the explanation for these two laughters?
Good or not?
"Master Wen, how does the poem tonight compare with Li Xiuyuan's?" Li Liangjin bowed seriously and asked.
Wen Quxing's smile faded, then he put down the poem in his hand, then looked at Li Liangjin seriously and said: "The poems and essays you wrote are really vulgar, please don't write them randomly in the future, otherwise I will take away your essays."
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Li Liangjin's expression suddenly changed and he hurriedly asked: "Is there anything wrong with Wan Sheng's poems?"
Wen Quxing said: "More than anything inappropriate, is this worthy of being called a poem? Just leave it in the study as a free graffiti. Today you brought it here to compete with the saints in the world, and you asked me to do it."
Judge, are you humiliating a saint in the world, or are you humiliating me, a literary star?"
"Sir, although I am a late student with limited knowledge, my poetry is not so bad, right?" Li Liangjin said hurriedly.
Li Xiuyuan was also a little confused. Li Liangjin's poems were not bad, so he shouldn't criticize him like this. Could it be that Wen Quxing was biased towards him and deliberately said this?
Nor should it.
Even if he is leaning toward himself, he shouldn't act so angry.
"Not to mention whether the poems are good or bad, in the previous dynasty even the traffickers and foot soldiers could sing a few poems, but in my opinion, your poems are not as good as theirs, but you still don't know why
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Wen Quxing continued with a cold face: "There is nothing wrong with the first half of your poem, but the second half is a taboo. In the golden cup and jade cup in the Qiong Tower, the general reined in his horse and listened. You treat the Qiong Tower as
What's the matter, is this a place where you drink, have fun, and dispatch your troops?"
Qionglou?
Li Xiuyuan looked stern, but he understood why Wen Quxing was so angry.
Qionglou refers to the palace in the moon.
I'm afraid that the Moon Palace has an extremely important position in the Immortal Palace, and it is now being compared to Li Liangjin as a place where he drinks and has fun, so it offends Wen Quxing.
Suddenly, Li Xiuyuan suddenly thought of a sentence, I want to ride the wind back home, but I am afraid that the high places will be too cold.
Especially the second sentence, I am afraid of beautiful buildings and beautiful houses.
Isn’t this the great writer Su Shi’s awe for the Immortal Palace?
Besides Su Shi's attitude, what qualifications does Li Liangjin have to be compared with Su Shi?
This Li Liangjin accidentally violated the taboo of the Heavenly Palace. It was not that his poetry was too bad. This time he was unlucky and fell into the hands of Wen Quxing.
Li Xiuyuan thought to himself.
Such taboos also exist in the mortal world. For example, if you say something in front of the court official, the emperor will take turns to do it. Come to my house this year and see if you will be praised and sung by others. I am afraid that you will be beheaded in the blink of an eye.
"And the outcome of this game is already obvious. The saint on earth won." Wen Quxing then added.
Li Liangjin became anxious and angry at this moment, and couldn't help scolding Wen Quxing: "Your judgment is very unfair. I think my poems are not bad, but you deliberately belittled my poems in order to favor Li Xiuyuan. You are so partial."
What qualifications do you have to take charge of the fortune of literature and be a literary star in the sky?"
"Hehe, hehe." Wen Quxing laughed twice.
"I will not admit the outcome of this round. The Wenquxing you invited is simply blind." Li Liangjin was furious at this moment and scolded Wenquxing.
"Haha." Wen Quxing laughed dryly twice, but ignored it.
Li Xiuyuan pondered for a moment and said: "To be fair, Wen Quxing did not comment on the quality of your poetry. He said before that, not to mention the quality of your poetry, he only judged it from his own point of view, and
Both humans and gods have their own standpoints. If your poems violate taboos, they will naturally not be able to say that your poems are good. This is understandable."
He didn't know what taboos there were about Qionglou in the Moon Palace. Even Wen Quxing would get furious when he heard the poems that disparaged Qionglou.
But he returned. But with such an evaluation, Li Liangjin must be dissatisfied.
"You don't need to say nice things here. He is a god in the sky. He enjoys your incense. When you call him, he will naturally favor you. However, I can't bear to belittle my poetry in this way. I will fail in this round."
I will never admit it." Li Liangjin said still angrily.
Li Xiuyuan said: "Since you don't admit the failure of this round, then I will treat this round as a draw. How about the third round?"
Because the poem violated a taboo, Wenquxing lost his justice. He did not take advantage of this and was willing to engage in a third literary battle with Li Liangjin.
"Sage in the world, please wait a moment. As a Wenquxing, the little god is also a face-saving person. It is unfair to be scolded by this mortal today. If the little god returns to the Heavenly Palace, he will probably become a laughing stock. Although the little god's previous judgment was wrong.
It's a partial refutation, but the result has not changed. His poetry is indeed not as good as yours." Wen Quxing saluted Li Xiuyuan again.
"Wenquxing, what you said just now cannot convince everyone." Li Xiuyuan said.
Wenquxing said: "This is indeed true, so the little god has a way to convince people."
After speaking, he took out an exquisite nickname from his arms, and then said: "This is a literary title. It can measure the world's poems and talents. The talents contained in books only need to put the poems and essays of two people."
In this nickname, poetry and prose with great talent will naturally sink, and it is clear at a glance what is right and what is wrong."
"Who knows if you will commit fraud?" Li Liangjin said with some dissatisfaction.
Wenquxing suddenly became furious and said: "I have tolerated you for a long time, and you have repeatedly made arrogant remarks. If it were not a saint in the world, I would definitely deprive you of your talent so that you would never be able to write poetry again. Back then, I was
Using this scale, we measured Cao Zijian's talent. His talent is eight dou high, so to say that he is eight dou high in talent, don't you think you can match Cao Zijian?"
"No, I don't dare. Please Sir Wen, calm down and calm down."
Li Liangjin immediately felt the majesty of the gods after being shouted at, and his face suddenly became panicked. He had a subconscious urge to kneel down and kowtow to beg for mercy, and he hurriedly apologized.
Before, Wenquxing had the appearance of a refined man, not majestic even when angry, but his current anger makes people tremble with fear and dare not disobey him.
How can the wrath of gods be endured by mortals?
Li Xiuyuan's expression moved slightly, his eyes focused on this nickname.
I really didn't expect that this nickname actually measured Cao Zijian's talent, and left him with a reputation for being extremely talented.
I wonder how talented Du Fu, Li Bai and other famous poets from the previous dynasty were? Are they comparable to Cao Zijian?
"Li Liangjin, talent weighing, do you weigh me or not? If not, I can compete with you in the third round. If you agree to weigh me, the outcome will be decided in this round." Li Xiuyuan said calmly.
Li Liangjin didn't think that he would lose to Li Xiuyuan in terms of talent, so he immediately gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I will weigh you."
"If you lose, don't lie. I won't compete with you in the third round." Li Xiuyuan said.
I was very open-minded and gave Li Liangjin a chance to choose.
"Stop talking nonsense, I am not the kind of person who cheats." Li Liangjin said.
He is also a person who wants face. How can he stand being humiliated like this by Wen Quxing? How can he stop if he doesn't win against Li Xiuyuan and earn back face today?
Li Xiuyuan said: "Please also ask Wen Quxing to weigh you."
Wen Quxing nodded, calmed down the anger caused by Li Liangjin, and placed their poems at one end of the nickname.