Literati Sanctification

Chapter 150
"It looks like you guys lost."

Heng Xiulin glanced around, and saw that they were all extremely short, and now only his literary spirit was left standing there alone, like a proud plum blossom.

"Win? You used such a despicable method to eliminate our morale. You actually said that you won. Jiang Guo's talents are so unbearable to lose, so they secretly used this method!"

When the literati heard Heng Xiulin's words, he immediately became angry, and he couldn't help being angry, pointed at Heng Xiulin directly, and began to reprimand him.

"That's right, don't you think that such a method is too low-handed for Jiang Guo's talented scholars? If you can't afford to lose, don't ask for a lottery. Now that you are about to lose, just use such a method. It's not too shameful. Aren't you afraid that people in the world will laugh at you!"

"That's right, it's the first time I've seen a talented person use such a method to forcibly deprive other people of their literary spirit in order to win the bet. I'm afraid that your method will make the world's literary spirit They are all attacking in groups!"

A group of talents from Jingguo looked at Heng Xiulin with a flat face, and immediately snorted coldly, pointing at Heng Xiulin and yelling loudly, they swore in their hearts that no matter what explanation this guy gave, this matter, They all have to spread the word, so that the talented scholars in the world can see what kind of person this is, who can do such a thing!

When they spoke, Heng Xiulin kept looking at them calmly, without any intention of defending, and only waited for the last person to finish speaking before speaking.

"Finished?"

Heng Xiulin looked at everyone around him calmly, and then spoke.

Seeing Heng Xiulin's calm expression, the gifted scholar of Jingguo looked at him coldly, wanting to see what else he could say.

"The reason why your poems will be wiped off is not for any reason, it's just because the poems are just written by you at will. Therefore, my poems directly wiped away your literary spirit."

Heng Xiulin looked at the faces of everyone, and said without fear.

"What nonsense, I wrote this poem a long time ago. At that time, the style of writing was five inches high, but now it has been wiped away by your poem. You say I wrote nonsense?"

"That's right, this poem has been witnessed by someone, and it was written with five inches of style. Now you are saying that I waited to write it nonsense. The poems with five inches of style are said to be nonsense. Let me see if you write something nonsense! "

The talented men of Jingguo looked at Heng Xiulin, and said angrily, these poems can be regarded as their pride, but now they were written by Heng Xiulin, which made them extremely angry, wishing they could He rushed forward and tore Heng Xiulin into pieces.

"You said you didn't write nonsense? Well, let me read the poems I wrote. Listen carefully."

Listening to these people, Heng Xiulin sneered and said, then picked up the poems he wrote on the table, and wanted to read them out. All the talents in Jingguo stood there, looking at Heng Xiulin. Actions.

It's just a poem I wrote. I just want to use this to express the poem they wrote. Did they write it nonsense?Do you dare to talk a little bit, who do you think you are, a poet?

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

After Heng Xiulin finished reading a line of the poem, the Jing Guo talent who had been a little noisy suddenly calmed down, and his eyes were fixed on Heng Xiulin.

Worried about writing new words?They are all literati, their talents are not low, so naturally they can understand the meaning of this poem. The meaning of this poem is clearly referring to them, and the poems they write are all moaning without illness.

However, the fact is indeed the case, they are just a group of young talents, who have seen such sad deeds and met so many people, so in order to be able to write some good poems, it is inevitable that they will add Come up with something you imagined, and then put yourself into it.

And in this way, you will naturally have the feeling of moaning without illness. After all, you yourself have never experienced things, so writing this poem right now is naturally not the essence.

So right now, the gifted scholars of Jingguo blushed immediately after hearing this poem. Heng Xiulin's poem was clearly scolding them, and the poems he wrote would only forcefully add his own sorrowful flowers and autumn moons into it every day.

And not only them, but also the talented scholars of Jiang Guo who were at the side all blushed slightly at this moment. At this moment, they all thought that Heng Xiulin's poem seemed to be an indiscriminate attack, even they included in it.

Fortunately, none of them wrote poems there. If they were really written, I am afraid that even their poems would have been wiped out of a lot of literary spirit, and the remaining little literary spirit can only be It's a fig leaf.

"Now that I know the feeling of sorrow, I want to say it, but I want to say it, but I say it's a cool autumn!"

Heng Xiulin didn't pay attention to their feelings, and directly read out all his poems, then the corner of his mouth slightly curled up, a smile appeared on his face, and then he spoke to those talented scholars in Jingguo.

"Now tell me, are you writing nonsense in your poems? Have you really experienced those sad things? Or are you just writing poems, so you just add those sorrows to them?"

Heng Xiulin looked at these talents, without any mercy in his tone, he directly stated the status quo in their poems. As soon as this poem came out, it was a poem specifically aimed at these, forcibly expressing sorrow.

Once these poems are deemed to be forced to express sorrow by that Wenqi, they will directly sweep away Wenqi, which can be said to be extremely powerful.

"Hmph, when you say that you are forced to express your sorrow, you mean to force your sorrow? Moreover, the literary spirit in your poems has directly swept away my literary spirit, which cannot be faked!"

Hearing Heng Xiulin's words, the Jing Guo talent flashed a look of embarrassment into anger in his eyes, and immediately waved his hand, as if he was reneging on his debts. He nodded slightly.

Naturally, he couldn't just admit defeat in this matter, if he did, then his folding fan would have lost.

"So, are you going to renege on your debt?"

Hearing this, Heng Xiulin squinted his eyes immediately, and then said to him. Seeing Heng Xiulin's indifferent appearance, Hou Zeyu's heart suddenly twitched slightly. But you must not admit it.

"Hmph, you used weird means to win this competition, so this competition doesn't count."

"That's right, I didn't use any weird methods. All the talented people present could see clearly. If I used weird methods, I could write a poem of the ancients and look at the poems they left behind." , Whether the literary spirit here will be wiped away, you will know whether your poems are scribbling."

"Of course, if you really want to renege on your debts to the end, then you can do whatever you want. It's just a matter of courtesy. When this matter gets out today, don't blame me for being lax. I need you to bear with me."

Hearing Hou Zeyu's words, Heng Xiulin smiled slightly, and then said that he had already considered the other party's repudiation, but he didn't expect that the other party was still the same after being fully prepared.

However, if you really want to renege, let him renege. Anyway, Heng Xiulin really has nothing to do with them. It's just that after repudiating this, if this matter gets out, they don't know what to do.

Thinking about Yi Zehua, he did things like reneging on debts again and again before, but now, he has not heard from him for a long time. Thinking about it, his life must have been extremely miserable.

Originally, the imperial city was very good, but it was because of repudiation, so it was hard to get it back. In this way, it seems extremely worthwhile to exchange 10 taels of silver for the other party's miserable end.

The talented scholars of Jingguo immediately turned pale when they heard Heng Xiulin's words. As literati, some things need to be guarded together, so they all know the importance of this reputation.

If others heard about their repudiation, their reputation would be completely ruined. Thinking of that scene, everyone immediately shuddered, and quickly looked at Hou Zeyu with pleading eyes.

This matter really can't be blamed, it's really blamed, in the future when the literati come, they will stop here, and without the status of literati, they can be nothing, nothing!

After that, Zeyu looked at the eyes of the talented people of Jingguo, and his face suddenly jumped. These guys lost the bet together, but he won the lottery alone. Naturally, they wanted him to hand over the folding fan, anyway. They have nothing to lose, and they can still preserve their reputation.

But what about him, he lost the folding fan left by the painting sanctuary!Thinking of this, Hou Zeyu felt distressed, but at this time, he could only admit his failure.

If he doesn't hand it over, Heng Xiulin doesn't need to spread the news. These talented scholars of Jingguo will do this immediately after returning to Jingguo, in order to push all the crimes on him .

Anyway, the folding fan belonged to him, so it's a good way to put the responsibility on him, and then they can directly protect themselves.

Hou Zeyu was very angry in his heart, but he still showed no expression on the surface, and he didn't say a word of nonsense. He just put the folding fan in his hand in front of Heng Xiulin's desk, which meant that he had made a compromise and admitted that he had lost.

Heng Xiulin looked at him in surprise, he thought that the other party would not admit defeat and hand over the folding fan, but he did not expect the other party to hand it over in the end.

"Tsk tsk, you really deserve to be a saint of painting. This painting is indeed extremely exquisite."

Heng Xiulin picked up the folding fan, opened it, took a few serious glances, and then kept admiring, that appearance, as if he had picked up some rare treasure, and Hou Zeyu almost crushed his teeth when he heard it up.

Jiang Guo's talents looked at this scene in a daze. They all looked unbelievable at the moment. Did Heng Xiulin win?Won the talented man of Jingguo?

How many years have it been since Jiang Guo's talents can finally beat these Jing Guo's talents?At this moment, all the talents suddenly burst into tears, Heng Xiulin met all the Jing country talents, and won all of them in the competition!

Even though there were some twists and turns, there was no doubt that Heng Xiulin won, and that was enough!
(End of this chapter)