Literati Sanctification

Chapter 113 Conditions
"The pen, ink, paper and inkstone are here, sir, let's write."

But in a short while, Xiaoyu took the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, placed it in front of Heng Xiulin, and then said something to Heng Xiulin. After Heng Xiulin took a look, he didn't intend to start writing immediately , instead took off a piece of paper and began to fold it.

"There is no rush, Xiaoyu will grind the ink for me."

Hearing this, Xiaoyu hurried to the side and began to help Heng Xiulin sharpen the ink. Seeing Heng Xiulin folding things, she was a little curious, but she didn't ask any further questions. The little fish on the side looked at Heng Xiu with contempt Forest.

Now that I know how to blow it up, I said that I want to suppress all those talented people, and then I asked if there are any pens, inks, papers and inkstones on this boat. Now it’s all over, everything is prepared for you, but I’m not ready to start writing.

Waiting for the meeting, if you think about it, you have to say goodbye, or just say, go ashore to compete with them.

Heng Xiulin didn't know what Xiaoyu was thinking. After a while, a small boat was formed in his hand. Heng Xiulin looked up and down, and when he was satisfied, he put it aside. After grinding the ink, he moved forward, picked up the pen and started writing.

The bow of the ship is not big, so when Heng Xiulin was writing, people on the side couldn't see it if they wanted to. They could only see the faintly rising literary spirit, but the literary spirit was not high.

But this is also normal. After all, the literary spirit at the beginning will not be very high before the writing is finished. However, after a while, the literary spirit is still only a little, but only three or four inches high. However, Heng Xiulin put down his pen directly at this moment.

Then, under the puzzled eyes of the women, Heng Xiulin directly put the paper with poems on it carefully into the paper boat, then put the boat into the river, and let it go down the river .

"Sir?"

Looking at Heng Xiulin's actions, Xiaoyu suddenly felt a little baffled, and the most surprising thing was why the poems written by Heng Xiulin only had such a little style?The poems that my son usually writes are more than that!
Now Xiaoyu looked at her young master, feeling very strange in her heart, so she inevitably asked.

Sitting in the back, Liu Feifei didn't see the poems written by Heng Xiulin. She didn't look forward, because when those talented people wrote any good poems, they would be held in front of her eyes for her to appreciate. Fan's.

However, what Heng Xiulin did was to put it directly on the paper boat and let it flow away. Is this because he saw that his poems were not very literary, so he did this?Liu Feifei was a little curious, but compared to the strange feeling that Heng Xiulin had boasted about before, it faded slightly at this moment.

"Girl, can I ask you to come out and have a look?"

Heng Xiulin looked at the boat drifting farther and farther, calculated that the time was about the same, and immediately said to the woman in the boat,
Liu Feifei froze for a moment, she couldn't refuse Heng Xiulin, so she nodded lightly, then moved lightly to the bow of the boat, and saw the boat put down by Heng Xiulin at a glance.

On the somewhat dark river surface, Heng Xiulin's boat floated a little bit of literary spirit, which was obviously very conspicuous, but when Liu Feifei was a little surprised, what Heng Xiulin asked her to do, the literary spirit on the boat, Suddenly it floated up, and for a moment, like a lit torch, it floated into the night sky.

"What is that? How can there be such a high literary spirit on it?"

"What is this thing, judging by its literary spirit, it is actually floating seven inches higher!"

The shore had been paying attention to the poems written by talented scholars, but when the literary spirit was floating, leaving attracted everyone's eyes. If you don't pay attention, there is a torch-like How can it be inconspicuous there?

And the most important thing is that the literary qi above has already suppressed all the literary qi on the shore, and the literary qi floating on the river is like a king, looking at the literary qi on the bank, it looks extremely proud .

"Hiss, that paper boat is a poem!"

A sharp-eyed person, after looking at it for a while, finally pointed at the paper boat and shouted to everyone.

When everyone heard the words, they immediately looked intently, only to see that under the literary style, a piece of white paper was thrown on it, and the densely packed characters were not poetry!And most importantly, they can also see the golden light shining faintly above it!

Original poetry!These are original poems, even the current poems, there are only a few poems with a literary spirit that reaches seven inches, but now there is another poem with a literary atmosphere that reaches seven inches?
Everyone looked at the literary spirit in the river and tacitly agreed. Those literati who originally wanted to write down the poems in their hearts were still stunned at this moment. They looked at the pens in their hands and threw them aside.

Write?What a fart to write, even the seven-inch poems have come out, they still write?Isn't this self-defeating?At this moment, everyone felt as if they had eaten something, feeling very bored.

Who is this unworldly literary giant who can write such poems!However, you have such a talent, why are you here to bully people? With your talent, people like us would bow down when we see you. Isn't this purely bullying?

Everyone's hearts were full of resentment, and the eyes of the ladies and gentlemen on the bank were all brightened when they saw the literary spirit in the river. Which genius wrote such a rising literary spirit?
Curious in my heart, my eyes were scanning at this moment, trying to find out the person who wrote this poem, but after reading it for a long time, I still found nothing.

The small black boat that Heng Xiulin was in was a bit dim because of the oil lamp inside, and the two of them standing there directly blocked even the light. From a distance, it was all pitch black. How could everyone I saw Heng Xiulin and the two of them here.

"Damn it, quickly fish up that paper boat. This is an original poem. If it sinks in the river, how will you see it?"

A gifted scholar looked at the poem with an inexplicable expression, but suddenly thought of something, he quickly yelled, and shouted at the crowd, and when they heard it, they all came to their senses. I don't know what is written on it.

Everyone's minds are extremely complicated. A writer is a writer. The manuscripts of original poems are thrown around so casually. If this poem is spread, the manuscripts are worth a thousand gold!
Although literati are like money like dung, or they don't want to deal with money, the value of this manuscript is not far from this, and there is a symbolic meaning in it, but it is just thrown away?so indifferent?

Thinking of this, everyone couldn't help vomiting blood in their hearts. Even if they wrote a five-inch literary poem, they saved it carefully, but are you looking at this one?It's like throwing garbage.

However, they can't row the boat like this one to scoop up the poem, fearing that once the poem sinks to the bottom, they won't be able to see it.

(End of this chapter)