Daming primary school students

Chapter 274 The Future Leader

At this time, Qin Dewei finally understood why this skinny scholar who was less than [-] years old was so arrogant, he dared to behead a hundred people by the side of the canal running from south to north.

If this person is really Li Panlong, he does have this strength.
Although history experts who like to watch "The Great Ming Dynasty XXXX" and "Those Things in the Ming Dynasty" feel unfamiliar with Li Panlong, this is a character that cannot be avoided in the history of Ming Dynasty literature.

In the mainstream literary world of Ming Dynasty, there are the first seven sons and the last seven sons. As mentioned in the previous article, the leader of the first seven sons is Li Mengyang, who died two months before Qin Dewei traveled through.

As an aside, Qin Dewei once asked Wang Tingxiang very curiously, why don't you show your hands in poetry?Then Wang Tingxiang thought he was mocking himself, and angrily beat Qin Dewei out.

It was only later that Qin Dewei learned of a small rumor in the literary circles of the Ming Dynasty that Wang Tingxiang's literary level was not very good. He was able to enter the top seven groups because of his connections, but later he maintained his status in the literary circles all because of the officials.
Now the former seven sons have gradually begun to wither and pass away, and the next few decades will be the era of the rise of the latter seven sons.

It is suspected that Wang Shizhen, the author of "Golden Pingberry", is also among the last seven sons, that is, the seven-year-old Wang Shizhen is called uncle when he meets Qin Dewei, who made Qin Dewei talk about friendship with his father in the same generation.

And the Li Panlong in front of him is the leader of the future seven sons group and the leader of the literary world. He presided over the literary world with Wang Shizhen for 20 years until his first death.

Although the southerners who dominated the literary world later, such as Shui Tailiang Qian, attacked Li Panlong as inferior to Wang Shizhen, and his poems were rubbish, but it depends on who he compares with.

The leader mentioned here is not the leader of parallel imports like Nanjing old man Gu, but the leader of the national literary world.After the entire Ming Dynasty entered a mature period, there were not many leaders who could be generally recognized.

Li Dongyang, Li Mengyang, Li Panlong, Wang Shizhen, Li Weizhen, Shui Tailiang or the last one can be crossed out.

There are only five or six in 200 years. There are so many strong people, and they are at the most vigorous age. Are they crazy enough to aspire to kill a hundred people?The answer is of course yes.

After all, the literary level of most scholars is mediocre, and there are not many poems in the entire Ming Dynasty that can be famous for later generations.

With Li Panlong's strength, it is not impossible to win a hundred consecutive victories.

That's why Qin Dewei just now thought that this person might be a fool, a bastard, a fool, and if he looked at him more, he would be considered a loser.

But after guessing that it was Li Panlong, he felt that this person was indeed with a strange skeleton, and he was as arrogant and arrogant as himself.

The skinny scholar suspected of being Li Panlong saw that Qin Dewei seemed to be distracted, and thought that Qin Dewei was shocked by his work, so he shouted: "Boy! If you are incompetent, you should admit defeat as soon as possible, don't waste other people's time!"

Depend on!Qin Dewei took back his reverie about historical celebrities, this kind of face that treats himself as a scum is really hateful!I have never treated others like this!

Suddenly thinking of something, Qin Dewei showed a perverted smile, "Of course I already have the poem, you can taste it with your conscience, if you can't say it well, I will lose this game."

The skinny scholar said disdainfully: "You southern scholars are used to blowing it out first, and don't stop until your words are surprising. I don't care about this with you. If you have something, show it first!"

Qin Dewei chanted: "At the end of autumn in Jimen, I will send the fairy tree. This day, I will open the bottle to feel the beauty of the year. Osmanthus trees grow in the bitter rain mountain, and plum blossoms fall on the Huairen River.

When spring comes, swan geese read thousands of miles, and at night, thousands of houses are covered with snow.Southern Guangdong and Eastern Wu are still going alone, and they should pity the poor officials who are stagnant in the world. "

Oops, what does it feel like?The thin scholar couldn't help but frowned slightly.

The song released by the other party is not a shocking masterpiece, why does it feel so right?Why let yourself be inexplicably appreciative?

And even in terms of quality, the swan geese who write for thousands of miles in spring, and the snowy houses in the towers and towers at night, these two sentences seem to be able to compare with my own.

Qin Dewei continued to maintain a perverted smile, and said casually: "Borrowing the rhyme from your previous work, as well as words such as spring, huairen, plum blossom, rain, etc., I wrote a random song, and I laughed at it!"

It doesn't mean anything else, it's just showing off skills!Whatever rhymes and words you use, I will use the same ones, proving that we also made them up now.

The skinny scholar struggled for a long time, and said with a sullen face: "I really can't say anything bad, I admit defeat in this round."

Qin Dewei laughed even more abnormally, because the poems he released, in the original time and space, were originally Li Panlong's later works.

Just now he had a bad taste, and couldn't help but tested the effect.But forget about this kind of degrading thing in the future, try not to copy the works of contemporaries, and give others some way to survive.

The other two local scholars were shocked. Li Panlong was a real young genius. It was the first time they saw someone oppressing Li Panlong like this!Especially since this one looks younger!
To Qin Dewei, victory in poetry competitions has become a habit, and now the greater pleasure lies in molesting the future leader of the literary world.

"It's agreed that one person will come up with one question, and it's up to you to come up with the question. Do you want to continue?"

Li Panlong didn't say anything yet, but a square-faced local scholar next to him said anxiously: "Of course we must continue! I will come up with this topic!"

How could their young geniuses in Shandong Province lose to those from other places, especially those from the south!

The square-faced scholar continued: "There is a local named Ji who performed songs and dances on stage during the Shangyuan Festival, and unfortunately died of a serious illness a few days ago. I will use this as the title!"

This is obviously a very off-topic question, because the square-faced scholar saw that Qin Dewei was not very old, and speculated that Qin Dewei must have little experience in women, so he must not be able to write good poems.

As the saying goes, if there is no life experience, how can there be a masterpiece that touches people's hearts?
At this time, it was raining heavily outside, and a beautiful woman holding a pipa hurried into the tea shop to avoid the rain.

The square-faced scholar greeted him familiarly: "Come and sit here!"

Then he said to the others: "Since the topic is about women, let the beauties comment on this round!"

This calculation is very precise, the local beauties must be towards the locals.

Qin Dewei didn't care, and calmly said to Li Panlong: "My friend, seeing so many schemes of yours, you should invite him first! To save yourself from being ashamed after you make a move."

Unknowingly, the momentum of the two sides was reversed, but Li Panlong was not convinced and could only bear it for the time being. After all, he lost the previous round, and his skills were not as good as others, so he had no confidence.

So Li Panlong threw out the work first: "Singing Liang Chen has not stopped, dancing sleeves and shadows are free. The falling moon peeks into the bead mirror, youthful dark jade face.

Returning to the gorge for the clouds, stealing medicine and going to the world.Ande's spiritualism, slowly walking back. "

This song is quite qualified as a mourning for the dead, but Qin Dewei laughed, pointed at the three local people, and said mockingly:
"You people, just pretend to write a mourning, and just pretend to be social! After a while, who will remember whom? After a few years, I'm afraid even the names of the people will be forgotten!"

The square-faced scholar couldn't help shouting: "Don't just talk about it, write a poem if you have the ability!"

Then Qin Dewei patted the table and chanted rhythmically:

"The swallow holds the mud, the mud turns into the snow, and Nanmo has already lost his love.

Finding fragrance should be sung on the sand, don't ask about rain and sunshine.

The branches bloom and the calyx fades, and it will be divided into today and yesterday in a few days.

This year's lamp market has gone, let alone last year's people. "

Li Panlong: "."

From childhood to adulthood, it was the first time he felt the feeling of being overshadowed by someone's talent.

(End of this chapter)