Chapter two hundred and ninety-eight deprivation of literacy
Use literary titles to measure talent and distinguish the quality of poetry.
This method can be said to be simple and direct. There is no need for people to make judgments to judge which poem is good or bad, nor does it need to be red-faced, exalting one's own poems and belittling the opponent's poems.
Which one is lighter and which one is more important is clear at a glance.
The poems and essays written by the two people are placed under the title.
The two manuscripts that were originally ordinary suddenly emitted a brilliant light, as bright as the moon, with a faint glow of color overflowing.
This is talent.
Normally, it is not obvious in poems, but once it is placed on a literary title, the literary title stimulates the talent and makes the talent appear.
And once the talent appears, there is an obvious change in weight immediately.
Li Xiuyuan's poems are heavier, and his nickname hangs down. Although Li Liangjin's poems also have talent, their talent is less than Li Xiuyuan's. It is not as heavy as his, and his nickname is also suppressed by his talent.
's rose.
"How is it possible that my talent in poetry is not as good as this warrior's?" Li Liangjin was greatly ashamed and angry.
He could admit that his skills were inferior to others, but he absolutely did not want to admit that his talent was not even as good as that of Li Xiuyuan. This was simply the greatest humiliation to himself.
How could a mere martial artist write better poems than his favorite works?
Wenquxing said: "Your poetry is not without talent, but your talent is much lighter than that of the saints in the world. You lost this literary battle. Although I have preferences, I will not distort them.
To be honest, winning means winning, losing means losing. If you are not as skilled as others, you are not as skilled as others. Now you have nothing to say. If it were not for the sake of seeing a saint in the world, my literary title would never be used to weigh someone like you.
Human poetry."
After saying that, he snorted again, looking very dissatisfied.
Li Liangjin's expression changed again and again at this moment. He never thought that his poems would be defeated by Li Xiuyuan, a martial artist. It was fine that the judgment was unfair before, but now the iron-clad fact is that talent is measured above literary titles, which gave him
Hard to argue.
Frustrated, ashamed and angry.
At this moment, he felt a lot of emotions in his heart. He wanted to express his anger but was unable to do so.
As a descendant of a prince, he has never experienced such humiliation since he was a child.
However, Li Xiuyuan ignored what he was thinking and said: "I am willing to admit defeat. You lost to me in the first game, and you also lost to me in the second game in terms of chess skills. I won the literary fight this time.
According to the previous agreement, not only do you owe me thirty thousand taels of silver, but you also have to take Hu Hei and the other foxes out of Qingshan, return the residence here to Hu Han, and never set foot here again."
Hu Han also stood up in surprise and said to Hu Hei: "Have you seen this, you black-skinned fox? We won this competition. If you lose, get out of here. If you dare to come here again in the future,
, I will peel off your skin and make your fur into a waistcoat."
"Old guy..." Hu Hei gritted his teeth at this moment, and when he saw Hu Han's triumphant look, he wanted to tear his mouth to pieces.
But naturally he would not lose control so easily. When he knew that Li Xiuyuan was a saint in the world, he knew that this competition would be more dangerous than bad.
"Hey, you black-skinned fox is still here today. You weren't very capable before, you had the ability to bite me, bite me." Hu Han looked arrogant and kept mocking Hu Hei.
Looking at him like that, even Li Xiuyuan had the urge to teach this old man a lesson, let alone Hu Hei.
Hu Hei was indeed very patient, and could remain indifferent to such ridicule. He just clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and turned his head away, not looking at this Hu Han.
Seeing his deflated look, Hu Han burst out laughing again, feeling as happy as he wanted.
"Li Liangjin, why didn't you say anything? Do you want to default on your debt?" Li Xiuyuan said.
Li Liangjin said bitterly: "Will I default on my debt? I will naturally give you 30,000 taels of silver. Come to my house to ask for it in person someday. Jinling City Marquis Mansion, you will not admit your mistake. However, today's competition is in my heart."
How unwilling you are, because the Wenquxing you invited is unfair and unconvincing. You won't be so lucky next time. I want to win back my capital with profit. Don't bully the prince. Life or death will be at stake.
Know."
After saying that, with full of anger, he walked forward and took away his manuscript from the title: "Wen Quxing, you said that my poems are not worthy of being placed on your title. In my opinion, my poems are not worthy of being placed on your title."
It would be an insult to me to be weighed here and there like a salesman."
After saying that, he stretched out his foot and kicked the table over. Wen Quxing's tablet and Wen Zhen all fell to the ground.
"Hu Hei, let's go. This green mountain has been given to this warrior. Our palace has countless acres of land and thousands of houses in Jinling City. Don't worry about not being able to accommodate you."
Hu Hei's face changed. At this moment, he also understood that he and Li Liangjin were tied together. Even if he wanted to clear the connection, he couldn't. He had to show his unwillingness, howl like a fox, and said Qingshan
All the foxes inside were summoned, ready to take them out of here with Li Liangjin.
You can't beat others, you can't compete with others.
We can't hold on to this green mountain even if we stay here, so we have to give up.
Wen Quxing looked at the gods and titles that had been knocked to the ground with an ugly expression. As a god in the sky, it is understandable that his gods were knocked down. After all, there are so many temples and gods in the world, and there are always places that cannot be taken care of.
It is understandable that people feel that it is not effective and have been overthrown, but the title above is their most cherished treasure. How can they not be angry when it is violated like this?
A clay figure has three parts of fire, let alone a god in the sky.
"Your attitude and disrespect have made me feel angry. You have also overthrown my status and title. If I leave so easily, wouldn't it make the ghosts and gods in the world laugh at me? I have been regarded as a scholar of Wenquxing for a long time.
, have you become weak and can be bullied?" Wen Quxing said with anger in his tone: "Today itself has deprived you of your literary spirit, made your talent disappear completely, and you will never be able to write poetry again."
Li Liangjin turned around and said angrily: "My master is destined to be a prince. Even ghosts and gods dare not offend me. How dare you deprive me of my civility?"
Wenquxing laughed angrily and said: "I am Wenquxing, and I control the literary spirit of the people in the world. What about your fate as a prince? Do I still need to look at your fate if I want to take away your literary spirit?"
After saying that, he turned to Li Liangjin's sleeves, and suddenly a breath as white as moonlight, accompanied by several rays of colored light, flew out of his body and penetrated into his sleeves.
Li Liangjin was furious and wanted to scold him, but found that his mind was empty for a while, and he could not recall some curse words. Only some dirty words from the market stayed in his mind, which made him subconsciously blurt out: "You...
What did your motherfucker do to me?"
Wen Quxing said coldly: "Your literary spirit has been taken away by me, so you can take care of yourself in the future. If you continue to act so arrogantly, you may have your destiny ruined."
"You bitch, you dare to take away my young master's literary spirit. Do you really think that this young master is easy to bully?" Li Liangjin was already in a bad mood, but after being manipulated like this by Wen Quxing, he became extremely angry.
Regardless of whether he was the dead number one scholar or the Wenqu star in the sky, he immediately rolled up his sleeves and prepared to beat up this Wenqu star.
"If you dare to be violent, I will not only take away your literary spirit, but also your pen, so that you will never be able to write again." After saying that, Wen Quxing strode over and slapped Li Liangjin's palm.
Grasp.
Li Liangjin obviously didn't have a pen in his hand, but Wen Quxing took away an ink pen.
After losing the pen, Li Liangjin felt as if something was missing in his hand, but he felt it carefully and found nothing wrong.
He knew that he was just afraid of being taken away by Wenquxing again before he learned it.
"Since my literary talent and pen and ink are gone, I'm not afraid of you, you piece of shit. Come on, get this old guy for me. I'm going to give him a good beating." Li Liangjin lost his mind in anger.
, even Wenquxing in the sky wants to fight.
Li Xiuyuan had been standing nearby watching the show, but this matter had nothing to do with him.
If he wants to get into trouble with Wenquxing, it's his business, and he won't get involved.
However, Li Liangjin was indeed extremely stupid. So what if he was destined to be a prince? He actually dared to do this to Wen Quxing, who was in charge of the world's literary destiny. In the future, he was afraid that his descendants would never want to study, write or obtain fame.