Liaozhai Great Sage

Chapter 296
Within half an hour, each wrote a poem, and then judged the score.

If it is a normal literary fight, it is naturally very fair, the subject matter is the same, the time limit is the same, and the fight is based on their respective talents.

Moreover, it is difficult to write poetry, and it requires sufficient literary support, as well as inspiration.

After all, not everyone is Li Taibai. He can write poems like springs and prose like a diarrhea, and he can write poems wherever he goes. There are thousands of poems and essays left, and there are many unrecorded ones. The really good ones It is estimated that a literati can only write one or two poems in a lifetime for future generations to sing.

But the problem is, this Li Liangjin immediately picked up his pen and began to write poems and essays after returning to his seat, without thinking at all.

"Sure enough, he is already prepared, but it is also understandable. If he wants to ensure the first victory, he will naturally put himself in the most favorable position, but this is not a shameful thing, but he already has Prepare, I also have Duke Wenchao in charge, how can I lose to him." Li Xiuyuan thought to himself.

I began to recall some of the knowledge I brought to this world in my mind.

Sure enough, when the book is used, I hate less.

After some recollection, I really don't remember many poems and essays in my mind, they are all famous poems through the ages, but can this thing be taken out?

All the texts are wrong, and if they don't correspond, it will only be a joke.

The ancient scholars were not fools.

Li Liangjin immediately laughed when he saw Li Xiuyuan propping his head, frowning and thinking hard: "This martial artist is really talented in literature. You can tell from his frowning and thinking that he can't write poetry."

"Yeah, how can a mere warrior have any literary talents."

"Brother Li, you won the first game, but this person's talent is so low, I think you should be able to win the second game smoothly." The scholar next to him immediately praised him.

But he just flattered his voice, not daring to speak too loudly.

In order not to be missed by that Li Xiuyuan, you will be scolded again, and you can't scold back, this guy has a book of life and death in his hand, and he knows all the bad things you have done.

Confronting him tit for tat will only fail to please him.

After all, who hasn't done anything wrong?

Didn't Meng Xi, who was upright and confident before, be vomited blood and fainted by a little lotus, beating his chest and crying bitterly?

"My poem has been written, I don't know where yours is now?" Li Liangjin put down the ink pen at this time, blew on the writing on it, then stood up and smiled.

"It seems that it's not half an hour yet, you are in a hurry." Li Xiuyuan said.

Li Liangjin said: "Although the time has not come yet, I am here to remind you, don't procrastinate for time knowing that you will lose, it is better to rush to the next round of competition, I hate you as a martial artist, my young master." I can't wait to see you."

"You should be happy that you can see me, because I stopped your evil deeds and saved you a lot of revenge. If I don't stop you today, Hu Han, Third Sister Hu, and many other foxes will be killed in the future." The clan spirits will definitely make you unhappy, maybe it is not impossible to destroy your family." Li Xiuyuan said.

"Hmph, alarmist talk, as a scholar, it's not embarrassing to be full of gods and ghosts." Li Liangjin snorted softly.

Li Xiuyuan smiled and said, "You hate gods, ghosts, and ghosts, but you are hugging two beautiful fox girls, enjoying incomparably, knowing and doing differently. It is really hypocritical. Scholars pay attention to honesty and trustworthiness. You are full of hypocrisy. Lie, is this also worthy of being a scholar?"

Li Liangjin's face darkened again, not knowing how to refute this Li Xiuyuan.

"The tablet has been made." Hu Han walked in at this time, holding a tablet in his hand.

It says "Wenqu Junxing God's Tablet"

This is a very simple body and god, but as long as the god is pure in the world, if someone enshrines his god, no matter how simple the worship is, the god will know.

"Very good. I would like to ask my father-in-law to put the god above the main one. Wen Quxing is the judge this time, and he is the god in charge of literary movement, so he should respect it." Li Xiuyuan said.

Hu Han nodded, put the god seat on the main seat and retreated.

"Since the god is in place, why don't you see your poems?" Li Liangjin asked.

"Let's write it now, don't worry." Li Xiuyuan had already thought of a poem in his mind, and immediately picked up his pen and wrote it.

The pen is like a dragon and a snake, and the ink is splashed immediately, without a trace of muddy water.

He has a manuscript in his heart, and he has a manuscript in his mind, to see whose poems and essays are better.

Li Liangjin couldn't help being stunned when he saw that he had finished writing a poem in a short while, and couldn't help guessing, did he also have a draft?Prepared well in advance.

Or maybe he had already foreseen this matter in his book of life and death?

Thinking of this, Li Liangjin's heart sank, feeling that this matter might not go so smoothly.

In fact, he thought too much. Li Xiuyuan has a habit of reading the book of life and death, that is, he does not read things related to himself, because it is very simple, but everything related to himself is always variable, even the book of life and death is difficult to read. Record it.

Therefore, this competition does not exist in Li Liangjin's fate.

"I don't know where your poems are, why don't you read them out and listen to them?" Li Xiuyuan gestured.

Li Liangjin gave him a cold look, then calmed down a little and said, "If that's the case, then listen up, warrior."

"The world is cleared with literature and martial arts, and the world is shocked with a piece of paper."

"In the Golden Cup and Jade Cup Qionglou, rein in the horse and listen in front of the general's gate."

"Okay, good poem, a good sentence to listen to in front of the general's door. Brother Li has lofty aspirations and wants to rule the world with poetry and prose. He is really a role model for my generation." Immediately, some scholars clapped their hands and praised.

"This poem is menacing, with the world in mind, I'm not as good as waiting." Another scholar also praised it.

Li Liangjin smiled slightly, and then said: "I have finished reading my poems, I don't know where are your martial arts poems?"

His poems and essays are really ingenious, using literature to control the military, to pacify the world, even the generals have to rein in his horses to obey orders, and at the same time secretly scold Li Xiuyuan, a warrior, who will be dispatched by his prince's descendants in the future To put it bluntly, it was a dog in front of his door.

It is both poetry and curse.

Regardless of whether this Li Liangjin has a draft or not, this poem that responds to the situation is enough to show that his literary talent is indeed not low. After all, even if it is a draft, it must be written before.

Indeed, he has some ability, no wonder he has such arrogance.

"This poem is really good." Hu Han's expression also changed slightly.

Although it is simple, it carries the pride that a disciple of an aristocratic family should have. It is indeed not written by an ordinary scholar. Even if it is written, without his courage, it will be at a disadvantage.

"Young Master Li won the first round." Hu Hei also stroked his beard and laughed, thinking that the ownership of Qingshan was more certain.

After winning the first round, the next two rounds will be much safer.

Li Xiuyuan stood up at this time and said: "Your literary talents are indeed very good, but you are too arrogant, you always look high above you, look down on warriors, look down on poor people, there is a famous saying in the past, the king is like a boat, the people are like water, Water can carry a boat, but it can also overturn it. The ancients knew the truth, don’t you understand it?”

"Stop talking about these things, where are your poems?" Li Liangjin snorted softly; "Everyone understands the truth, but the key is to rely on real talent and practical learning."

"That's right, my poem has already been written. Since you want to listen to it, I'll read it to you. Listen to it."

Li Xiuyuan opened his mouth and said: "Swallows and swans have no dignity, and a commoner prince has a glass of wine."

"I was originally a big bird in the clouds, but I refused to fly because the sky was low."

"Okay, well written, it's a good sentence, a bird, a bird, a swan, no dignity, a cup of wine for a commoner prince."

Hu Han also immediately slapped the table and shouted, emphasizing Li Xiuyuan's prestige.

But it is useless to praise the quality of a poem, Li Xiuyuan just smiled lightly, and then looked at Li Liangjin calmly, he is not low in literary talent, and the quality of poetry can be judged.

Sure enough, Li Liangjin's lips moved slightly after hearing the words, and he muttered a few words in his heart, his face changed slightly.

Because he found that Li Xiuyuan's poems are not bad, and he is even more equal to him, especially the first sentence, "Swallows, birds, swans, and swans have no dignity, and the commoner prince has a glass of wine."

The meaning of this is very simple. It means that there is no distinction between people in the world. Whether it is a commoner or a prince, it is just a glass of wine in front of the grave. Although it seems that all living beings are equal in Buddhism, in fact He was also scolding him as a descendant of a prince, and scolding himself for being nothing more than a cup of sacrificial wine after his death. What is the difference between him and ordinary people?
And the second sentence, I am a big bird in the clouds, but I refuse to fly because the sky is low, which shows Li Xiuyuan's lofty aspirations.

If you don't sing, you have a blockbuster ambition.

With lofty sentiments and ambitions, he is no less than his own general.

The two scholars next to "this poem, this poem" hesitated at the moment, not daring to make random judgments.

Li Liangjin's poems are not bad, and Li Xiuyuan's poems are not bad either.

Even in a certain sense, Li Xiuyuan is more profound and rich in connotation, maybe Li Xiuyuan should be better.

But can this be said?
No.

After all, they are friends with Li Liangjin, and they enjoyed the hospitality of the fox girl when they came here, so how could they talk about Li Xiuyuan at this time.

"How, whose poetry is better?" Li Xiuyuan asked.

Li Liangjin also remained imposing, and said: "There is no need to say more, naturally my son's poems are better, this sentence is you who lost."

Li Xiuyuan smiled and said: "I didn't ask you, because you would definitely say that your poems are better. I just asked a few friends behind you, and hoped that they would not speak against their conscience."

"This, this, it's hard to say." A scholar said with a smile.

"Since it's hard to say, let Wen Quxing judge." Li Xiuyuan said: "After all, the previous preparations were to prevent this from happening."

"Okay, to show justice, let the gods in the sky judge, but you also have to invite Wenquxing, if you can't invite, what will happen to this game?" Li Liangjin said.

Li Xiuyuan said: "If you can't invite me, I will use the second method. I know it well and guarantee fairness and justice. If there is any injustice, I can admit defeat."

"This is what you said, don't go back on your word when the time comes." Li Liangjin said.

"You don't owe money and don't pay it back when the time comes." Li Xiuyuan smiled.

After speaking, he walked over, took out three sticks of incense from the ghost king's bag and lit them in front of the god seat.

(End of this chapter)