Liaozhai Great Sage

Chapter 300
Weigh talent by prose, and distinguish the pros and cons of poetry and prose.

This method can be said to be simple and direct. No one needs to be judged to judge which poem is good or bad, and there is no need to fight red-faced, elevating one's own poems and belittling opponents' poems.

Which is lighter and heavier, at a glance.

The poems and essays of the two people are placed on the title of the essay.

The originally unremarkable two manuscripts suddenly burst into brilliance, as bright as the moon, and faintly overflowing with colorful light.

This is talent.

Usually, it is not obvious in poetry, but once it is placed on the title, the title will arouse the talent and make the talent appear.

And once the ability appeared, there was an obvious change in the weight immediately.

Li Xiuyuan's poems are heavier, and his nickname hangs down. Although Li Liangjin's poems are also talented, they are less talented than Li Xiuyuan's, not as heavy as his, and his nickname is suppressed by his talent. rose up.

"How is it possible that my talent in poetry is not as good as this martial artist." Li Liangjin was very ashamed and angry.

He can admit that his skills are not as good as others, but he absolutely does not want to admit that his talent is not even comparable to Li Xiuyuan. This is simply the greatest humiliation to himself.

Even a mere martial artist can write better poems than his own?

Wen Quxing said: "Your poetry is not without talent, but your talent is much lighter than that of a sage in the world. This time, you lost the literary battle. Although the god has a preference, he will not distort it." As a matter of fact, to win is to win, to lose is to lose, if your skills are inferior to others, your skills are inferior to others, now you have nothing to say, if it is not for the sake of a saint in the world, my title will never be used to weigh you. human poetry."

After finishing speaking, he hummed heavily again, appearing very dissatisfied.

Li Liangjin's complexion changed again and again at this moment, he never thought that his poems would lose to a martial artist like Li Xiuyuan, even if the judgment was unfair before, but now it is an iron fact that talent is weighed above literary titles, which makes him have It's hard to argue.

Aggrieved, ashamed and angry.

At this moment, there are many feelings in his heart, but he can't get angry when he wants to vent his anger.

As a descendant of a prince, he has never encountered such humiliation since he was a child.

Li Xiuyuan ignored what he was thinking, but said: "I would like to bet and admit defeat. You lost to me in the first game, and you also lost to me in the second game of chess. I won the Wendou this time. According to the previous agreement, you not only owe me 3 taels of silver, but also take Hu Hei and other foxes out of Qingshan, return the residence here to Hu Han, and never set foot here again."

Hu Han also stood up in ecstasy, and said to Hu Hei: "You black-skinned fox saw it, this time we won the competition, and you lost, so get out of here quickly, if you dare to come here again in the future , I will peel off your skin and make your fur into a waistcoat."

"Old guy." Hu Hei was gnashing his teeth at this moment, seeing Hu Han's complacent look, he wanted to tear his mouth apart.

But he naturally wouldn't lose control so easily. When he knew Li Xiuyuan's status as a saint in the world, he knew that this time the competition was more ominous than good.

"Hey, you black-skinned fox still has today. You weren't very capable before, you have the ability to bite me, bite me." Hu Han continued to mock Hu Hei with an arrogant look.

Looking at him like that, let alone Hu Hei, even Li Xiuyuan had the urge to teach this old man a lesson.

Hu Hei was indeed very patient, he could remain indifferent to being ridiculed like this, he just clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and turned his head away, not to look at this Hu Han.

Seeing his deflated look, Hu Han laughed again, as happy as he could be.

"Li Liangjin, why don't you talk anymore, don't you want to renege on your debt?" Li Xiuyuan said.

Li Liangjin said bitterly: "My lord will renege on the debt? I will give you 3 taels of silver. I will give it to you. One day, come to my house and ask for it in person. Jinling City Marquis Mansion, you will not admit it wrong. However, today's competition is in my heart." How unwilling, because the Wenqu star you invited was unfair and unconvincing. You will not be so lucky next time. I want to win back with profit. Don't bully the prince, life and death will be difficult Know."

After finishing speaking, he walked forward, full of anger, and took his manuscript from the title: "Wen Quxing, you said that my poems are not worthy of your title. In my opinion, my poems It is a humiliation to my son if Wen is called around like a salesman."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his foot and kicked over the case table. Wen Quxing's deity and literary titles all fell to the ground.

"Hu Hei, let's go. This green mountain is given to this warrior. My Marquis Mansion has countless acres of land and thousands of houses in Jinling City. Don't worry about not being able to accommodate you."

Hu Hei's complexion changed, but at this moment he also understood that he and Li Liangjin were tied together, and even if he wanted to get rid of the connection, he couldn't get rid of the connection, so he could only howl a few words in a fox-like manner with unwillingness, and put Qingshan All the big and small foxes in the house were called, ready to take them out of here with Li Liangjin.

You can't beat others, you can't compete with others.

Even if this green hill is here, it can't be defended, so it can only be given up.

At this moment, Wen Quxing looked at the overthrown god and the text with a somewhat ugly face. As a god in the sky, it is understandable that the overturned god is understandable. After all, there are so many temple gods in the world, and there are always places that cannot be taken care of. It is understandable for people to feel that it is overthrown because it is not effective, but the above text is their most cherished treasure. How can they not be angry when they are abused like this.

Clay figurines are even three-pointed, let alone gods in the sky.

"Your attitude and disrespect made me angry, and you overturned my god's position and literary title. If I left so easily by you, wouldn't it make all the ghosts and gods laugh at me? I have been a Wenquxing scholar for a long time. , have become so weak that you can be bullied?" Wen Quxing said with anger in his tone: "Today itself has deprived you of your literary spirit and made your talent completely disappear, and you will never be able to write poems in the future."

Li Liangjin turned his head and said angrily: "My son is the fate of a prince, ghosts and gods dare not offend me, how can you deprive me of my literary spirit?"

Wen Quxing laughed angrily: "This god is Wenquxing, who controls the literary spirit of the people in the world, so what about your prince's fate, does the god need to look at your fate if he wants to take your literary spirit?"

After finishing speaking, he turned to Li Liangjin's big sleeve, and suddenly a breath as white as moonlight with several colored lights flew out of his body and penetrated into his sleeve.

Li Liangjin was furious, and wanted to scold him, but found that his head was empty for a while, and he couldn't remember some words of cursing, only some dirty words from the market stayed in his mind, which made him blurt out subconsciously: "You, he What did the mother's dog do to this young master?"

Wen Quxing said with a cold face: "Your literary spirit has been taken away by the god, so you can do it yourself in the future. If you continue to act arrogantly like this, be careful that your fate will be broken by you."

"You dog, you dare to take away my gentleman's literary spirit, do you really think I'm easy to bully?" Li Liangjin was already in a bad mood, and now he was furious after being teased by Wen Quxing.

Regardless of whether he was the number one scholar who died, or the Wenquxing star in the sky, he immediately rolled up his sleeves and prepared to beat the Wenquxing star violently.

"You still dare to be rude. My God will not only take away your literary spirit, but also take away your pen, so that you will never be able to write again." After finishing speaking, Wen Quxing strode over and pointed at Li Liangjin's palm. Grasp.

Obviously Li Liangjin didn't have a pen in his hand, but Wen Quxing took an ink pen away.

After losing the pen, Li Liangjin felt as if something was missing in his hand, but after careful inspection, he didn't find anything wrong.

He knew that he only learned it because he was afraid of being taken away by Wenquxing again.

"Since my literary talents and pen and ink are gone, I don't have to be afraid of you bastard. Someone, take this old guy down for me. I'm going to beat him up hard." Li Liangjin lost his mind in anger. , Even the Wenqu stars in the sky want to fight.

Li Xiuyuan has been standing by the side watching the play, this matter has nothing to do with him.

It's his business if he wants to quarrel with Wen Quxing, and he doesn't want to get involved.

But Li Liangjin is indeed stupid, so what if he is a prince?How dare you do this to Wenquxing, who is in charge of the world's cultural movement, I'm afraid that in the future, your children and grandchildren will never want to read and write, and get fame in the exam.

Wenlu has been cut off from here.

(End of this chapter)