Literati Sanctification

Chapter 149 Unstable Culture
The talented scholars of Jingguo, after listening to Houzeyu's words, immediately understood the abacus in Houzeyu's heart, nodded immediately, and cleared out the tables one by one, and asked the maid to take out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone. I'm about to start writing poems.

And Heng Xiulin stood aside, looking like the old god was there, watching them fiddling calmly.

"Why, you're afraid, you dare not write poetry anymore?"

Seeing Heng Xiulin standing at the side, but he had no intention of starting to write poems, Hou Zeyu immediately sneered when he saw this, and then spoke.

"If I write it first, I'm afraid you won't be able to write it."

Hearing the words, Heng Xiulin shook his head and said after taking a look at them, what he said was really true. If he waited for him to write the poem, these people would probably beat them to death, and they would not dare to write it at that time poetic.

"Hmph, pretending to be a ghost, I'll see who won't be able to write it later."

Hou Zeyu gave Heng Xiulin a cold look, then turned around and began to write poems. No matter what Heng Xiulin wanted to do, as long as he won, the 80 taels of silver would be nothing but him.

For the sake of the 80 silver, he can put some words in his heart and put them aside first.

Different from Hou Zeyu's disdain for Heng Xiulin's words, Mu Guanyu's mouth twitched after hearing the familiar words. He clearly remembered that outside the city at that time, Heng Xiulin and He said, let him go out first.

Because, if he came out first, he would have no chance to come out. At that time, he also scoffed at the words, but Heng Xiulin later proved with facts that if he didn't speak first, it might be true. There is no chance to publish a couplet.

Now when he heard this for the first time, he suddenly had inexplicable confidence in Heng Xiulin, but his confidence was only his confidence, and the talents of Jiang Guo who were on the side were not very fond of Heng Xiulin. look good.

They have all seen the talents of Jingguo with their own eyes. Even if they don't want to admit it, it is a fact.

As for Heng Xiulin right now, they haven't seen it before, but Heng Xiulin is so powerful, can he surpass Mr. Zeng?Even Mr. Zeng had never benefited from those people, so how could Heng Xiulin.

If Heng Xiulin had been smarter when he started the bet, and challenged the lower-level talent, maybe there would be nothing to do, and he would still have a chance to win.

But right now, Heng Xiulin directly picked out all the talented people in Jingguo, and let go of the words, as long as one person wins him, he can win. Isn't that a proper way to court death?
Even if you have faced such a situation before, you will definitely lose, let alone Heng Xiulin.

At present, everyone looked at Heng Xiulin with great regret. The 80 taels of silver was about to be won by the other party. It was extremely aggrieved to let the other side suppress them, but now they are still paying 10 taels. Yinzi, it's no wonder they're in a good mood.

"Mr. Heng, you were too impulsive just now. If you don't compete with the three of Hou Zeyu, you may have a chance to beat the other party if you pick someone else."

At this time, Ling Yueliu walked up directly from behind, and then said to Heng Xiulin, what Heng Xiulin said just now was really too fast, so even she didn't have time to react, and then stopped it Heng Xiulin.

Seeing Heng Xiulin right now, he has already complied. In this case, even if he wants to repent, it is impossible, so he can only watch this scene with a sigh.

"It's okay, even if you lose, it's only a few hundred thousand taels of silver."

Heng Xiulin didn't try to defend himself when he heard the words, he just waved his hand indifferently and said, for him, the result hasn't come out at this time, so it's useless to talk to them about it.

These people have already been discouraged too much by Jing Guo's talents, so when facing them, they all thought that they were doomed, and now they directly added this idea to him.

Hearing this, Ling Yueliu shook her head directly, then moved lightly with lotus steps, and walked aside directly, tidying up a clean table for Heng Xiulin himself, and placed the pens, inks, papers and inkstones neatly on it, just Wait for Heng Xiulin to start writing poems.

Heng Xiulin nodded slightly to Ling Yueliu, thanking her for what she had done, then walked to the table, looked up casually, and could see the soaring literary spirit everywhere.

That strong literary spirit, written by so many talents together, is almost covering this place with literary spirit.

Seeing this, Hou Zeyu immediately twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, and a smug look flashed in his heart. He didn't say anything else, but said that the poems written by the talents of Jingguo were so high-spirited.

Now that guy actually wants to beat them in this aspect, it's just a dream. In fact, if he refers to some guys with weaker culture, maybe he still has a chance.

But he was so arrogant that even he tolerated it, that was simply too brainless, so he just agreed, for no reason, just to prevent Heng Xiulin from picking those guys, and let They lost the game.

If he lost the match, not only would he not be able to get the hundreds of thousands of silver, but also his folding fan would have to be exported.

Heng Xiulin stood aside, ignoring Hou Zeyu's provocative eyes, but saw that these talented scholars in Jingguo had already written almost, and immediately the corner of his mouth slightly hooked, and he began to move the pen, a line of elegant characters , directly on the paper.

"Young people don't know what it means to be sad. They fall in love with the upper floors, love the upper floors, and express their sorrows to write new words."

Ling Yueliu stood beside Heng Xiulin, and seeing Heng Xiulin pick up the pen, she couldn't help being curious, and secretly looked at the poems written by Heng Xiulin, when she saw this line of poems, she couldn't bear it. Can't help but read it out gently.

When this sentence was finished, Ling Yueliu's eyes suddenly shone with a brilliant light. Such a poem, even if the whole poem was not finished, you could feel the artistic conception in it.

And when Heng Xiulin finished writing this line of poems, the originally plain font suddenly shone with dazzling brilliance, and a style of writing directly soared into the sky, although compared with other poems, this style of writing is a bit too short Some, but still eye-catching.

Because compared with other literary qi, this literary qi is too bulky, and it seems to be extremely unstable, rolling all the time. When the talented scholars of Jingguo saw such a situation, they immediately sneered and then Open your mouth and say.

"It's so funny. The literary spirit of this poem is really fun. It's hard to let a trace of literary spirit rise, but it's constantly tumbling, as if it's about to collapse."

"I have never seen such a literary spirit before. I said, this literary spirit will not wait for a while, it will really collapse on its own. If so, it will be a strange thing. From now on, it will be worn outside. Jiang Guo When a talented person competes with a talented person from Jingguo, the literary spirit is not solidified, but actually collapsed."

"Hahaha, I really haven't seen such a thing before. I said, that kid, why don't you let your literary spirit collapse and let me wait and see?"

All the talented people in Jingguo, looking at Heng Xiulin's tumbling literary spirit, immediately sneered. It's in a general state of struggle.

That kind of state seems to be what the talented people in Jingguo said, and they will collapse at any time. At this time, the talented people in Jiangguo can't help complaining about Heng Xiulin. If you say you can't do it, you can just admit defeat of.

Anyway, seeing the other party's so much literary spirit rising, I feel that I can't compare it, and then I don't write directly, if I just admit defeat, I think the other party will laugh at it, and that's it.

But right now, what are you doing like this? The poems you wrote seem to have been condensed with great effort, so unstable, as if they are about to collapse. If they really collapse, it will be really embarrassing. , From now on, it will be full of your words outside, but these words are not very pleasant to hear.

Mu Guanyu looked at the literary spirit in front of Heng Xiulin, and there was a hint of doubt in his eyes. Originally, he was full of confidence in Heng Xiulin, but the current situation seemed to tell him that his confidence seemed to be rising. It doesn't work.

And when everyone was looking at this Wen Qi with some puzzlement and sarcasm, that Wen Qi was finally irritated, it rolled in a circle, and then scattered away, and this scattering was not just disappearing.

Instead, in the poems in front of Heng Xiulin, literary energy was continuously rising, and then added to the scattered literary energy. The change of Heng Xiulin's literary energy directly attracted everyone's eyes.

At this time, everyone shut their mouths one after another, staring closely at the weird Wen Qi, wanting to see what the hell it was doing, and everyone quickly figured out what exactly this Wen Qi was doing up.

I saw that literary spirit rolled directly in front of the poems written by the gifted scholar of Jingguo. With a slight flick of the literary spirit, the originally extremely rich and extremely high literary spirit was swept away. The originally extremely high literary spirit was directly short It got to the point where there was only an inch or two left.

And these literary qi, after sweeping these, still refused to give up, and rushed directly in front of other talents, brushed those literary qi one by one, and then severely interrupted their literary qi several layers.

Jiang Guo's talented scholars were dumbfounded watching this scene, and didn't know what to say. This style of writing is really too domineering. It just swept away all the writing style and left only a little bit. It's better to admit defeat than try a fart.

The talented scholars of Jingguo, when they saw such a scene, their faces darkened, and they looked at Heng Xiulin with incomparable viciousness, and they wrote poems here. , How can this make them not angry, how not angry?
Immediately, everyone walked to Heng Xiulin angrily, and then looked at him quietly, waiting for Heng Xiulin to give them a satisfactory explanation.

At this time, Heng Xiulin had just finished writing all the poems. When he saw the eyes of everyone, he raised his brows, and there was an intriguing expression in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)