Lord of Earth Fiend

Chapter 138 Default
Hearing Ji Sanniang's words, several people began to review, and the review speed was very fast.After all, most of them are poems, short four sentences and long ones no more than eight words. It doesn't take much effort to read them all:
"The antithesis doesn't make sense, the rhyme doesn't make sense..."

He casually said a comment, and then threw the paper in his hand into the wastebasket prepared early in the morning.

This article is equivalent to being eliminated.

The end is simple and rude.

There are so many manuscripts and time is tight, it is impossible to read them carefully.

"It's just a pile of rhetoric and empty words. Hey, people nowadays don't care too much about poetry."

The goatee old man shook his head and said authentically.

Although the first Wenkui Contest did not set any restrictions on themes and themes, it did have age requirements, with 40 years old as the watershed, and those who had the fame of a scholar or above could be given a grace period of one or two years, and those who were older could not participate.Chu Xiucai was standing on the threshold. After passing forty, but not by much, he was allowed to enter.

And the older seniors in the literary world can only come to be judges.

In doing this, the greatest satisfaction is to criticize and find fault, in short, to find out the fault.

In fact, there is no need to nitpick. The level of the submitted manuscript is limited, and there are various problems.

Jiang Youcheng looked at it quite seriously, but his criticism was also the sharpest, he even sweared "shit doesn't make sense" and even patted the table.

This behavior caused other people to look sideways, and the old man with short beard said contemptuously: "Your Excellency is yelling, it is too noisy, and it will affect other people's reading."

Jiang Youcheng laughed: "I'm sorry, that's just Jiang's fault. I can't see people writing random articles."

Ji Sanniang coughed dryly: "Brother Jiang, you promised my family beforehand."

Hearing this, Jiang Youcheng shuddered and became quiet, but he thought of Chen Jin downstairs. He boarded the boat, and he must have written a composition for the competition. I don't know what he wrote, could it be a complete song? poetry?
Thinking of this, it's like clawing at the heart, and I can't wait to see how it is written.

However, the manuscripts are piled up like a hill, how can I find Chen Jin's works in a short time?

You can't just search one by one, that would be too suspicious.

Before Jiang Youcheng started to pursue the calligraphy of "the man in this way", but he really liked the above verses. He was nicknamed "Chi Sheng", and "Sheng" means "scholar".Compared with dancing with knives and guns, I am actually more willing to "dance with words and ink".

However, after being woken up by the elder brother, he realized the sensitivity of his identity. If he got too close to Chen Jin, if he could not get involved clearly, it would cause a series of problems and harm him.

So he hurriedly put aside the fact that he didn't collect calligraphy at a high price with much fanfare. Just now on the boat, he deliberately said that he didn't know Chen Jin, but he acted a little bluntly.

The fact that Jiang Youcheng didn't know what to write in person didn't prevent Jiang Youcheng from wanting to have a glimpse of Chen Jin's new work, especially after reading so many nonsense poems one after another, he was more eager to read a good work to relieve his inner boredom.

"Oh, it's not good. What should I do if his work is seen by others, and then I can't see it and throw it away?"

Jiang Youcheng immediately thought of this possibility, but after thinking about it again, he felt that it should not be: "With Chen Jin's poetic talent and literary talent, if he writes a pen, he will definitely stand out... Unless, these judges have secretly made favors with others."

Sophisticated people are everywhere, especially in such an imprecise selection mechanism, it is too easy to manipulate.

Let's say Jiang Youcheng himself, didn't he just use a fake name and come in as a judge?
The more I thought about it, the more suspicious I felt, and I couldn't help but put down the manuscript and stare at other people.

Feeling the strangeness in his gaze, the old men with goatees could not help but look at each other, not knowing what this person was doing, as if his mind was not normal, and it was unreasonable to be able to sit here as a judge.

Seeing this, Ji Sanniang felt a headache again. She didn't know Jiang Youcheng's real identity, but she was only recommended by others to let him participate as a judge.

The person recommended had a lot of background, and she couldn't refuse it.

Tonight's event was launched in a hurry, and many aspects were not prepared at all. In just one day, the team had to be formed.

From a certain point of view, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a "grass team".

But what can be done?
Ji Sanniang suspected in her heart: The Wang family offered such a generous reward condition, probably just to promote their own seeds for studying.

As for the rumors from the outside world about finding the rare treasures of the Confucian Temple, it is not reliable.

The theory of strange treasures has been talked about for many years, and the ready-made example Jiang Chang, who was taught the five-color magic brush by a sage in his dream, is also full of grotesque colors, and it is difficult to distinguish between true and false.

In contrast, it is more in the interest of the famous family to leverage the literati in Jiangzhou to make wedding dresses for Wang Yujun and Wang Yubao.

Guessing is guessing, Ji Sanniang is a beautiful woman, of course she can't chew her tongue.

Tonight, as one of them, Qiuyue Building can also get a share. Although there are very few distinguished guests, hundreds of literati boarded the ship, and all kinds of expenses are quite a fortune. .

But Ji Sanniang hopes to gain fame more than these incomes.

Since Wen Kui has already decided that he is not a child of the Wang family, he does not think of others, but there are other rankings.

She hoped that such a character could appear on her painting boat.

"Brother Ziliang, read this poem."

The goatee old man suddenly shouted as if he had discovered something.

Zhou Ziliang, with a short beard, took the thin paper and frowned after reading the first sentence: "Brother Shan, are you sure this is poetry? It's written like children's graffiti."

Jiang Youcheng, who was staring at them, was immediately aroused with curiosity: "Let me see."

Reach out and grab it.

Zhou Ziliang looked unhappy: This guy is so impolite, he doesn't know how to respect people at all...

Jiang Youcheng read the poem first, and the corner of his mouth twitched. He felt that the poem was written in a very simple way, and then he looked at the signature on the back, and couldn't help shouting: "How is it possible?"

Everyone was startled by him, and they all looked at him with doubts on their faces.

Ji Sanniang asked: "Brother Jiang, what's the problem?"

"The problem is big."

Jiang Youcheng muttered, "What is this written about? Why did you write it like this?"

But Ji Sanniang was also aroused curiosity, got up and walked over: "Please show me..."

……

At this time, not far from the Qiuyue Tower painting boat, a larger painting boat was slowly moving. The lantern on the boat was lifted up, and the words "Chunhua Xingyulou" were written.

In the boundary of Jiangzhou, Chunhua Xingyu Building is second to none in Fengyue Goulan. Especially this year, a total of five oirans were awarded as golden hairpins, occupying almost half of the country, and they were in the limelight for a while.

On the painting boat, the situation on the first floor is similar to that of Qiuyue Tower, and the same is true on the second floor, which is also undergoing preliminary examination.

The small hall on the third floor is brightly lit, and a woman is playing a pipa.

This woman has an outstanding appearance, and when she touches her fingers, a bright tune will sound, which makes people feel happy.

When the song was over, several young men listening to the song clapped their hands and applauded.

"The world is not allowed to hear sorrow and joy, and the wind and rain are all love. The more Chunniang plays the pipa, the better!"

Wang Yujun applauded and praised.

That Chunniang put down her pipa, came over and sat beside him, and said affectionately, "Young Master Jun is absurd."

During the dinner, someone laughed and said: "Brother Yu Jun's poetic talent and literary talent are really first-class, and he speaks well. Tonight's Wenkui is none other than you."

Wang Yujun smiled: "Brother Xiu Ming, if I win the first prize, outsiders will inevitably talk nonsense."

Brother Na Xiuming said loudly: "It's well deserved, who dares to chew their tongues?"

"Yes."

"In Jiangzhou, among the younger generation, who doesn't know Brother Yu Jun's literary talent?"

"The head of the four great talents in Jinling, how could he gain a false name?"

There was a lot of flattery.

Wang Yujun listened, with a gentle smile on his heroic face.

He has long been accustomed to these flattery and flattery.

As the eldest son of the Wang family, he has gathered thousands of favors since he was born, and enjoyed countless pampering and flattery.

Wang Yujun also deserves all the praises. He is talented, both civil and military. He can compose poems at the age of five, write lyrics at the age of seven, and can write imperial examination articles at the age of ten.When it came to the examination of talents, the candidates were selected, and the journey went smoothly without encountering any obstacles.

The road to fame and fame is smooth, and the road to fame is also turbulent. At a young age, he has published three collections of poetry. unlimited.

The so-called proud son of heaven is nothing more than that.

Tonight's Wenkui Contest is exactly Wang Yujun's idea. He also wants to see if it can attract the birth of a rare treasure from the Confucian Temple, and will the treasure recognize himself as the master?
As for the name "Wen Kui" on the surface, he doesn't care much.

You don't need to care about it, because it's something you can grab at your fingertips.

After making his debut and becoming famous for many years, it has long been clear who there are who are in the Jiangzhou literary world.Originally there were a few great Confucianists with high morals and high prestige, but their retreats and accidents have long since withered.Besides, even if those few were there, because of age restrictions, they would not participate in the competition.

In Wang Yujun's mind, the only one who can compete with him is his cousin Wang Yubao.

However, Wang Yubao's temperament has always been reserved, and he never competes with his cousin.

Even if he comes to fight, Wang Yujun is not afraid.

Now, he has the potential to be the leader of Jiangzhou's literary world, what he lacks a little is just a qualification.

If you can get the strange treasure, you will put on a layer of magical clothes, and there will be no disputes.

Thinking of this, Wang Yujun got up and walked outside the hall, raised his eyes and looked at the brightly lit Confucian Temple on the shore.

Then he looked at the sky again.

The only regret tonight is that the wind and rain are about to come, and the stars and the moon cannot be seen.

On Wenkui's night, there was no bright moon to shine on people, and after all, there was less charm.

……

The Confucian Temple in Jiangzhou was magnificently decorated. On the Dacheng Hall, a seven-member jury was here to review the submitted manuscripts.

There are statues of saints and gods enshrined in the hall, which has a solemn atmosphere and looks solemn, which is a bit like marking the imperial examination papers.

The seven judges are all famous writers and veterans in the Jiangzhou literary world.

However, since last year, many great Confucian scholars have had accidents one after another, and many famous seniors have been imprisoned. Fu Mingzheng happened not long ago.

For the rest, there is still panic, for fear that one day they will be approached by the inner factory.

Affected by many factors, tonight's judges are not good enough, and most of them have a close relationship with the Wang family.

But there is no way, since the event is launched, it has to be organized beautifully, and it can even be fixed and become a traditional event in Jiangzhou.

Such things are of great help in consolidating the Wang family's position and enhancing their reputation.

According to the procedure, the works of the Poetry Association were sent over in advance for review, and there were about a hundred of them.

As a final review, the rules should be stricter, and one thing is very important: cross-review.

That is to say, seven people will read a manuscript, and no matter whether it is selected or eliminated, it must get the opinions of more than half of them.

At least formally it's fair.

The club works have been screened in advance, and they are basically of a certain standard, but they are not necessarily good.

And most of them are old works.

The competition is a temporary idea, so how can many literati have new works to participate in?

I can only use old works to deal with it. Anyway, there are no relevant restrictions, and works are enough.

Old works, lack of new ideas, rarely favored.

Therefore, the review speed of the judges was not slow. After half an hour, most of the first batch of manuscripts were rejected.

They are not worried that they will not be able to select good works in the end. Many things are already well known, and they just need to do it step by step.

As for the selections sent up in the subsequent sub-stages, I don't have much expectation, it's purely a formality, just watch it.

……

On the second floor of the Qiuyue Building, Ji Sanniang read the little poem, and she frowned and asked, "What do you think of this poem?"

Song Shanchang smiled and said: "There is nothing in plain white, and it is eliminated."

Zhou Ziliang echoed: "Although the reading is a bit juvenile, it is definitely not a mature work."

Jiang Youcheng patted the table suddenly: "I understand."

Everyone was startled by him again, and they couldn't help glaring.

Ji Sanniang said angrily, "Brother Jiang, what do you understand?"

Jiang Youcheng said word by word: "This poem must be an old work."

"Old works?"

Ji Sanniang suddenly understood: "That's right, the style of this poem is just like what that eleven or twelve-year-old boy did."

Immediately felt a little dumbfounded.

It is not surprising to submit old works for the competition, but there must be a time limit for old works. What is it called to take out things from more than ten years ago?

No wonder Jiang Youcheng yelled and felt incredible.

She didn't know why Jiang Youcheng was surprised.

In Jiang Youcheng's view, Chen Jin has been equated with this Taoist. The poems in calligraphy, such as "Life in the world, suddenly like a traveler"; "Singing to wine, life is geometric"...

Although it is not complete, any sentence is catchy and contains certain philosophical principles, which is intriguing.

How can a person who can write such a poem hand over such a simple and plain little poem?
It can only be an old work, so it makes sense.

The problem is that under such an occasion, he took out the old works of children's graffiti, what exactly does he mean?
On purpose?

Just as a game?

It doesn't make sense, if he doesn't intend to fight for fame, he might as well not come, there is no need to make this trip.

Jiang Youcheng couldn't help but fell into deep thought, his eyes flicked over the title of the poem, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he blurted out: "I understand!"

Ji Sanniang: "..."

Zhou Ziliang and other frightened old people: "..."

(End of this chapter)