In fact, Xi Zhong is not afraid of these ordinary people.
After all, I should be a monk at the first level of Qi Refining Realm, right?
After Xi Zhong obtained his spiritual roots, he actually tested his physical strength.
Apart from being stronger than before, having a stronger body, and being able to feel the subtle flow of spiritual energy, there doesn't seem to be anything special about him.
Of course, the reason why Xi Zhong dared to be so blatantly provocative was because, firstly, these scholars seemed to be really powerless, giving Xi Zhong the feeling that they could be knocked down with one punch. You know, these people,
To put it nicely, he is a genius, but to put it worse, he is just a scholar with a sour taste. He cannot stand out in the imperial examinations, so he can only hang out in brothels and alleys, showing off his few remaining pen and ink. Secondly, he is
Xi Zhong was sure that these people would not dare to take action.
One didn't dare, and the other felt it was an insult to politeness.
Of course, the most important thing is not to dare.
As expected, after Xi Zhong said these extremely arrogant words, many talented people were startled at first, and then their expressions became timid. However, this timid look only passed by for a moment, and was soon replaced by a righteous and awe-inspiring expression.
, scolded Xi Zhong: "You are indeed a mud-legged person from the countryside. He only knows how to use force all day long. This is a competition to recruit marriages, not a martial arts contest. I hope you, a mud-legged person like you, have self-awareness and get out of here!"
"It's true that you can still say such things. It seems that I shouldn't talk to such a vulgar person!"
"People nowadays really don't have any self-awareness at all. They are clearly stupid, yet they even want to participate in this kind of competition to find a bride. I'm afraid they won't even be able to get in later."
"..."
Xi Zhong looked at these talented people whose expressions changed in unison, with a look of shock on his face.
At the same time, I sighed in my heart, I am so shameless and invincible.
He can be timid even if he is timid, and he can find various excuses to deal with it. To be honest, Xi Zhong is really not afraid of them going together.
Some girls who wanted to watch the fun curled their lips regretfully and looked at those talented men with more contempt.
You guys don't even dare to have sex with a young man?
Although the world treats scholars well, the country is always won on horseback. It is true that the management of the country depends on scholars, but it is definitely not relying on the rotten talents in front of them, so these girls actually know it well.
Seeing these talented people who usually recite poems and compose poems cower in the face of a young man, I feel even more disappointed with these talented people.
After Xi Zhong figured out the nature of these people, he had no choice but to close his eyes and rest his mind, stand where he was, and try not to see them.
At first, those talented people persisted in criticizing Xi Zhong, but then they shut up angrily after seeing that Xi Zhong looked leisurely with his eyes closed.
Don't they also know that they are hiding their shyness?
But since it can be suppressed with momentum, that's it.
But after such a short period of time, the eyes of these talented people looking at Xi Zhong were already full of vigilance.
This mud-legged guy seems to be a little more difficult to deal with than other mud-legged guys.
The other mud-legged boys were a little inferior and timid when facing scholars like them, but the mud-legged boy in front of them was not afraid of them at all. Well, he even seemed to want to beat them...
You have to be careful about this.
The so-called scholar encounters soldiers, and there is no reason to explain, that's it.
Xi Zhong continued to wait.
The queue in front is gradually dwindling.
Many people came to the door of the Xu family. Most of them were ordinary scholars, but there were also some famous heirs from other families who wanted to recruit relatives to the Xu family through literary competitions.
In fact, if Xu Rou hadn't held these competitions to recruit brides, I'm afraid the Xu family's threshold would have been leveled by matchmakers from major families.
There are actually very few people who are qualified to enter.
Most of them left disappointed when the old gentleman shook his head.
In this way, the number of people in line decreased one by one, and finally it was Xi Zhong's turn.
Xi Zhong, dressed in ordinary clothes, came to the old gentleman.
The old gentleman sat behind the table and glanced at Xi Zhong. He was not disdainful or surprised. He just said calmly: "This young man, just publish your own poems."
Xi Zhong rarely scratched his head, "Back to you, old man... I'm really not prepared for this."
Then he attracted the contempt of many talented people who lined up behind Xi Zhong.
Look, look, look, after all, I am still a weakling, and I can’t even write poetry.
In fact, Xi Zhong was deliberately unprepared.
There is no reason, I just want to show off.
He just wanted to write it down in front of so many people.
As expected, the old gentleman was not angry, as if he had already adapted to this situation. With a wave of his hand, the servant next to him handed over a piece of white paper and a brush, as well as a polished pen and ink.
The old gentleman smiled and said: "If you can't even write your own words, then don't blame me for asking someone to expel you."
Xi Zhong took the brush and said with a smile: "I won't let the old gentleman down."
After that, he started writing on the white paper.
Everyone then turned their attention to the white paper.
I saw Xi Zhong's momentum rising, as if he had changed into a different person. He concentrated solemnly and began to write slowly.
Purple smoke rises from the incense burner in the sunshine, and you can see the waterfall hanging on the Qianchuan River in the distance.
The stream flew straight down three thousand feet, and it was suspected that the Milky Way had fallen into the sky.
After finishing writing, Xi Zhong stopped writing directly.
Xi Zhong really doesn’t mind plagiarizing Mr. Li Bai’s brilliant poems.
It’s not like this in this world anyway.
After Xi Zhong put away his pen, everyone had mixed reactions.
But most were extremely shocked.
Especially the old gentleman, who had always had a calm face, opened his eyes wide at this moment, as if he wanted to stare out his muddy old eyes.
The moment Xi Zhong put away his pen, he turned the white paper right in front of him, and then began to mutter to himself.
After reading it, I smacked my lips and started to take a breath.
"hiss……"
"This...this..." The old gentleman was speechless. His previously calm expression changed and became unbelievable.
As for the other rotten talents, they had incredible expressions on their faces.
"Did this guy with clay legs make this poem? Are you sure he didn't copy it?" someone said sourly.
This can be said to be a word that awakens a person from a dream.
The old gentleman reacted, coughed a few words, and then silently handed the white paper to the servant behind him, telling him to keep it properly.
Not to mention whether the poem was composed by this young man himself, this piece of white paper actually has collection value based on this young man's good calligraphy.
He even regretted in his heart that someone had not prepared good yellow paper for this young man to write.
The old gentleman restrained his admiration, then looked at Xi Zhong, his expression became indifferent, but there was indeed a look of admiration in his eyes. He asked: "Excuse me, is this poem really written by you?"
Xi Zhong nodded shamelessly, "It was indeed the boy who did it."
Li Bai, forgive me, I really didn’t mean to copy your poems.
I copied it on purpose.
As soon as Xi Zhong said these words, the old man's eyes lit up and he believed it.
If he said that this poem was not written by himself, he would definitely hesitate when asked. Since this young man is so confident, he must be confident.
The old gentleman is being lenient to others.
However, the talented people next to him didn't think so.
"Haha, you are so thick-skinned!"
"How could such a stunning and beautiful poem be written by this boy!"
"Just wait until this mud-legged guy is kicked out!"
"..."
Xi Zhong turned a deaf ear to these voices.
This was especially true for the old gentleman. He looked at Xi Zhong with his old eyes and asked with a smile: "Then I want to ask you about the purpose of this poem."
Xi Zhong smiled and said: "I am actually not from the country. There used to be a beautiful mountain peak called "Xianglu Peak" in my hometown. The scenery is beautiful, and the waterfall on Xianglu Peak is particularly spectacular. I was very excited at the time and thought of it.
So I took up pen and wrote this poem."
The old gentleman nodded slightly, and couldn't help but take the white paper from the servant's hand. He looked at the verses on it, nodded slightly, with a look of admiration, and continued to ask: "What about some of the words in this poem and
Note, can you elaborate?"
"Why not?" Xi Zhong said confidently.
"The first two sentences generally describe the majestic scene of Xianglufeng Waterfall. The first sentence starts from Xianglufeng. Under the bright sunshine, the gentle water vapor turns into purple mist, giving people a hazy beauty.
.The second sentence describes the waterfall. The word "hang" vividly describes the momentum of the waterfall."
"'Fei Liu' refers to the high mountains and rapid water, 'Zhi Down' describes the cascading waterfall, and 'Three Thousand Feet' exaggerates the magnificence of the waterfall. Let me put it shamelessly, my poem can be said to be every word Zhuji,
None of it is false. The last sentence compares the waterfall to the bright Milky Way, which is both vivid and appropriate, and the word "suspicious" in it frankly reveals that this is imagination, which is meaningful."
Xi Zhong started to praise himself shamelessly.
In fact, this is just an annotation of ancient poetry that Xi Zhong vaguely remembered from his previous class.
But Xi Zhong said it so confidently that even he almost thought he had written the poem.
As the saying goes, to deceive others, you must first deceive yourself. If you can't even deceive yourself, how can you deceive others?
There is no one like Xi Zhong who can do this.
This shameless bragging mode naturally made the old gentleman in front of me exclaim, "This... young man, well, I believe this poem was written by you, you can go in."
Even the talented people who were watching were stunned.
Is this okay?
With their superficial knowledge, they certainly could not understand the artistic conception of this poem.
So they naturally felt that Xi Zhong was talking nonsense.
Is this poem that good?
Is there so much wording?
But this did not prevent Xi Zhong from entering the Xu Mansion safely.
However, as soon as Xi Zhong entered, he met an acquaintance and an enemy.