In the Song Dynasty, there were specially timed incense sticks. From half an hour, three quarters, two quarters, to one quarter, there were corresponding incense sticks. The one currently burning (in the temple) has the shortest burning time and will burn out after a quarter of an hour.
Already.
"Stop!" the referee shouted. Both of them had status, so naturally they would not look at each other for the last time. After hearing the sound, they closed the book and closed their eyes slightly to consolidate the information in their hearts.
Someone immediately took away the book and brought ready-made pen, ink and paper.
Use a paperweight to hold down the paper, and the two of them pick up their pens at the same time and write silently on the paper.
Soon, one piece of paper was almost filled up at the same time, followed by the second, then the third... and there was no intention of stopping. This made the onlookers deeply ashamed - they were all human beings, how could the gap be so small?
Big pinch?
Although they had heard many unforgettable stories, when they saw such a performance with their own eyes, they were still extremely shocked. What's more, there were two at once, which was double the shock.
Under people's incredible gazes, the two of them wrote the eighth piece one after another. At this time, someone finally couldn't stand it any longer - Liu Ji's brows were frowned more and more tightly. After hanging the pen for a moment, he spit out a long, turbid mouth.
Angry, I put down my pen.
Chen Ke reached the ninth page and put down his pen with a calm expression.
"Writing more does not necessarily mean you will win. The key is to make fewer mistakes!" People from the Taixue Literary Society did not believe that anyone had a better memory than Liu Ji. They thought that this guy probably wrote nonsense.
But it is easy to verify. The referee brought the original account book... What Chen Ke and Liu Ji looked at were the original and the copy of the same account book. The words on them were exactly the same, so that they could visually compare their accuracy.
So he found six unrelated scholars and divided them into two groups. One of each group read, one was correct, and the other wrote down the wrong number of words. People from Jiayou Academy and Taixue Literary Society naturally stared at both sides to avoid
One of my own was hacked.
"On the first month of the first month of the first year of Dazhong Xiangfu, I paid 4,680 yuan and received 89,814 yuan."
"We will spend 800 in taxes, 1,400 in taxes for fifty pounds of mutton, 300 for a load of vegetables, and 800 for a basket of fish, twenty in total..."
"At the end of the first month of the lunar month..."
Just like this, he was reading and correcting at the same time. It took a full stick of incense to get the results one after another, and he reported it loudly: "Liu Zhidao wrote a total of 2,800 words silently, and made 32 mistakes and omissions!"
"Chen Zhongfang wrote a total of 3,100 words silently, and made 17 mistakes and omissions!"
Whether in terms of quantity or accuracy, Chen Ke was slightly better than Liu Ji... In fact, the Su brothers and Song Duanping, who grew up with him, knew that this guy still had two parts left unused, but they didn't know what his psychology was.
There is no way to win against Liu Ji. (Temple)
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In the first game, Chen Ke won.
Now comes the topic of Taixue Lishu. This game is a matter of life and death for them. If they lose again, Liu Ji will be completely defeated. Such a failure is something Liu Ji cannot afford... The title of the first talented person,
The reputation accumulated over the years may be wiped out overnight. In the future, unless you win three yuan in a row, you will not be able to cover up the shame caused by this failure.
In fact, the so-called discussion topic is better said to be to let Liu Jihaosheng think about what he is best at.
Everyone knows that Liu Ji's best thing is poetry. His reputation is mostly based on Xikun style and Taixue style. However, in this kind of competition where victory and defeat need to be intuitive, poetry and poetry are not used.
... Even if everyone says that his poetry is good, the people in Jiayou Academy say that Chen Ke is great and insist on refusing to admit defeat. There is nothing anyone can do.
This is called "nothing comes first, everyone insists on his own words".
Fortunately, Liu Ji was very talented, and his special skill was not just making fuss. In a blink of an eye, he came up with a way to win, but it was a bit weak. But on second thought, he had better pull himself back from the edge of the cliff first. Anyway, Chen
Even if Ke loses this game, it's still a tie.
After making up his mind, he gestured to the person next to him. The nervousness on that person's face disappeared. He looked at Chen Ke with some gloating, and then ran out. ""
"What's going on?" Song Duanping whispered, "Shall I go out with you to take a look?"
"No need," Chen Ke shook his head and said with a smile: "In this round, people are deliberately planning to make bigger moves. What's the use of us improvising?"
"That's right, I also think you are doomed to lose." Zeng Bu sighed and said, "Let's think about how to save the third game."
"Why don't we admit defeat and stop wasting that time?" Jia Quan suggested weakly.
"The adults are talking while the children are playing." Unexpectedly, Chen Ke received a blank stare and kindly explained: "There is a chance in everything. If you give up, there is no chance."
Seeing that Chen Ke was so open-minded, the others naturally had no psychological burden and took advantage of this free time to quickly have a few bites of food and wine.
After a while, I heard a commotion downstairs: "Give me, give me!"
After a while, two servants came in carrying a screen.
"Be careful, be careful." The scholar who had gone out just now came back again, instructing the servants to gently lower the screen.
The screen was covered with silk, which made people eager to know what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd of Taixue Wenhui.
"No matter how powerful the endorsement is, it's just a test of Ming Jing." The scholar took a breath and then said nonchalantly: "We still rely on poetry to get Jinshi. So in this round, we test our talents and our poetry skills.
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"How to test these things? How to convince the public?" Jiayou Academy immediately objected.
"So, we have to use this!" The scholar said, tearing off the silk cloth, revealing a screen full of words: "This is a 'Xuanji Picture' of Su Hui in the Northern and Southern Dynasties, a total of eight
One hundred and forty-one characters, twenty-nine characters vertically and horizontally. Whether you read vertically, horizontally, obliquely, alternately, read forward and backward, or read one character backward or one word overlapping, you can make a poem. There are three or four poems.
It has five, six, or seven words. It is very wonderful and has been widely circulated. I think both Jieyuan should be familiar with it."
'Wow...' The audience became excited first: "It turns out to be a Xuanji painting. It is said that there are more than 3,000 poems in it!"
"How many can you solve?"
"Eighty."
"Too bad."
"how about you?"
"Ninety-two!"
"It's not that bad..."
Obviously, this question is more attractive than memorizing account books. After all, everyone is a scholar, not an accountant. And "Xuanji Picture" is indeed as Na Shizi said, it is very popular, and almost everyone has solved it, but it is limited by ability.
Most of the internal injuries were less than 100 songs.
One can imagine how eager they were to see a master interpret the "Xuanji Picture" - since the Taixue Wenhui dared to bring this picture out, Liu Ji must be a master in this field.
The Taixue Literary Society put great effort into this question. They cut it first and then moved it over, successfully arousing the interest of the viewers and forcing Chen Ke to submit.
Liu Jizhong stood in front of the formation again.
Chen Ke looked at Su Shi, and Su Shi also looked at him, with a look of sympathy on his face.
Chen Ke rubbed his nose and walked up to Liu Ji.
"How?"
"We each write a poem, and whoever fails to pick it up will lose." Liu Jidao said, "If the poem he picks up is wrong, he will lose."
"Whatever." Chen Ke rubbed his nose nonchalantly. His eyes became gentle as he looked at the densely packed words on the screen.
"You come first." Liu Ji said pretending.
"You should go first." Chen Ke shook his head.
There is nothing wrong with this. Liu Ji nodded and solved the first verse: "The mountains are steep and steep, the abyss is deep and there are snares in it. The forest sun is shining in the shadows, and the beauty is ups and downs, passing away and falling in the quicksand."
Chen Ke was lazy and responded: "Cen Youyan is steep and steep, and the abyss is heavy and the net is in the forest. The sun is shining in the shadows, and the beauty is sinking, and the floating wings are passing by and the sand is falling."
"Shaonan Zhou Feng was born from the concubine. Wei Zheng Chufan was surrounded by Li Jie, singing and sighing, but he could not fly. Qi and Shang both sent their hair, singing about my clothes. When the sun shines in the view, who is Ye Rong? The sentiments of Gong Yu, with the same voice Chase each other!" Liu Ji continued.
Chen Ke continued to lazily say: "Zhou Fengxing came from the concubine, and Chu Fan Lijie was idle. He sighed deeply and couldn't fly hard. He sang with both hands to support me. Who is Hua Guanyerong? Gong Yu chased after him with the same voice." As soon as the expert takes action, he will know if there is anyone. , his understanding of this Xuanji picture far exceeded Liu Ji's imagination.
But Liu Ji no longer cared about so much. All his thoughts were spent on the picture. He kept making moves:
"Southern Zhengge sings about merchants conquering the Yin Dynasty, Langtao Yanshui is good for the body, old news leaves the sky and sins against the gods, spring mourns and scatters the charm of the light god Lin..."
Chen Ke also continued to use his follow-up strategy. Almost as soon as Liu Ji's poem came out, his variant followed: "The song of Nanzheng is about merchants conquering Yin, old news leaves heaven and sins against gods, and mourns and beautiful spirits sink when they are in full bloom." , the adultery was so deep due to the female lover..."
Liu Ji was surprised and a little angry. He had been pondering "Xuanji Pictures" since he was a child, and when he became an adult, he worked on it with his friends. It has taken more than ten years and painstaking efforts to solve thousands of poems. He thought he was enough to be proud of others. , who would have thought that this Chen Ke would interpret poetry in this seemingly effortless, but infuriating way.
Liu Ji also knew that only by having a good understanding of the internal laws of the picture could he be able to do it with such ease. In fact, during the process of interpreting the picture, he also discovered that there must be a law in it, but what the specific law was, he tried his best to find out. Couldn't figure it out.
If it were normal times, he would have humbly asked Chen Ke for advice, but now that the two sides were rivals, he could only fight with all his strength, hoping that his reserve of a thousand songs could bring down Chen Ke.
In order not to give the other party too much opportunity to think, Liu Ji sped up his speech so fast that even the stenographer nearby could not keep up.
But his level of firepower is nothing in Chen Ke's eyes. Just kidding, how could the young man who was tortured by Su Xiaomei and Su Dongpo be dragged down by him?
If Liu Ji were to know that all the secrets of this "Xuanji Picture" had been cracked by a little girl, he would probably vomit three liters of blood.
