Literati Sanctification

Chapter 153

"You guys write first, otherwise if I write first, you will have no chance."

Heng Xiulin clasped his hands behind his back, looked at Jing Guo talented person in front of him, waved his hands and said, just like what he said, if he wrote first, they would have no chance, it was the same before, and it is the same now.

The gifted scholars of Jingguo twitched the corners of their mouths when they heard what Heng Xiulin said before. This guy said that before, and after they finished writing, this guy's style directly wiped them away. With so much culture, they all lost to Heng Xiulin.

Now Heng Xiulin is doing this again, is it possible to repeat what happened before?
"Last time I was the one who wrote first, this time you might as well ask Xiongtai first."

At this time, Hou Zeyu also thought about the previous things, his face sank slightly, and he said to Heng Xiulin, this time no matter what, he wanted Heng Xiulin to write first and then talk.

Otherwise, if Heng Xiulin came here again, wouldn't he lose again? If this guy's poems were the same as before, then he would ask Heng Xiulin to withdraw the poems and not let the other party interfere with him.

On the other side, there are also poems written by Heng Xiulin before, and when Heng Xiulin writes his own poems, he will forcefully write out sorrow, thinking that the style of writing can still wipe away Heng Xiulin's style of writing.

Using Heng Xiulin's things to attack the opponent Heng Xiulin is his way. It can be said that in order to win this round, he has calculated too many things and just waited for Heng Xiulin to take the bait.

Mu Guanyu looked at the replies of these Jingguo talents, shook his head slightly, sighed slightly in his heart, and looked at these people with some sympathy. How good it is to write first, I really let this rich man write first, I am afraid that you will not have the ability to write.

"In this case, I will be disrespectful."

Seeing that these talented scholars in Jingguo are unwilling to write first, they are all ready to wait for him to finish writing first. Seeing this, Heng Xiulin no longer shirks. Anyway, it doesn't matter whether they write or not, as long as he can win in the end. .

Heng Xiulin walked to the table, tidied it up a little, and after the pen and ink were stained on the ink, he was about to write with a pen.

Seeing Heng Xiulin's appearance, all the talents on the side leaned over. Whether Heng Xiulin can win or not depends on the poems he wrote. Poetry is extremely important.

"Magpie Bridge Immortal, Xianyun makes a trick."

Heng Xiulin wrote the name of the poem on it with a pen, and then he was ready to start writing the poem.

"Slender clouds play tricks, flying stars spread hatred, silver sweat reveals darkness."

Everyone looked at the poems written by Heng Xiulin, and just about to read them softly, the poems on the paper buzzed at this moment, followed by an incomparably majestic poem. Soar into the sky.

And on the other side of the day, at this moment, it seemed that a bridge corridor composed of magpies appeared directly. On both sides of the bridge corridor, two extremely clear figures began to slowly emerge.

Seeing such a scene, everyone immediately gasped. Just as they were about to say something, a burst of literary energy emerged out of thin air, pushing the people around Heng Xiulin away three feet away.

"That is?!"

After everyone stabilized their bodies, they looked up and saw beside Heng Xiulin, a woman in a red dress with a delicate face covered by a light veil, standing pretty beside Heng Xiulin , gently lowered the willow waist, and slowly began to grind the ink for Heng Yanlin.

A breeze blew by, and everyone could smell the incomparably alluring fragrance from the wind. People couldn't help but want to get close to that woman.

"Red sleeves add fragrance."

After a genius came back to his senses, Ah looked at the scene in front of him with a wry smile on his face. His red sleeves add fragrance, which can only be achieved by Shida Zhenguo and above, and even Zhenguo poems are not like this. Red sleeves add fragrance.

It is a very high honor to add fragrance to the red sleeves. The only thing that is certain is that writing such poems will soon become famous all over the world.

Hou Zeyu looked at this scene with a pale face, red sleeves add fragrance, such a state, how can he compare, even if he is confident, but in front of such a state, he can only look pale , I have no intention of resisting at all.

At this time, he suddenly thought of what Heng Xiulin said before, if you don't write first, you will have no chance later, what does it mean? After reaching this level, how dare you show your hand.

If you really want to write it forcefully, it's just a joke. The meaning of red sleeves adding fragrance represents the highest honor in the hearts of everyone!Which literati would not wish that when he was writing poetry, there would be a red-sleeved woman, who would grind ink for himself with this beauty.

Heng Xiulin didn't care about them. When he saw this woman appearing next to him, Heng Xiulin was also taken aback for a moment, and then he came back to his senses. The woman seemed to have noticed Heng Xiulin's gaze, and raised her hand At the beginning, there seemed to be a chuckle, and then he lowered his head and gently polished the ink for Heng Xiulin.

"Once the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win, and there are countless in the world."

Heng Xiulin bowed his head and began to write again, and after Heng Xiulin's poem fell, there was a sound like the sound of a jade drum bell, and at this moment, there was a soft sound in the imperial city.

The voice was extremely soft, and he slowly read out the poems written by Heng Xiulin. When everyone heard the voice, they were shocked, and then they seemed to think of something, and they were shocked.

The world is the same sound, this is the world is the same sound!At this moment, all the gifted scholars listened to this voice in shock. Only when the poetry reaches a certain level, in fact, this level can no longer be distinguished.

Perhaps even a poem with only three inches of literary spirit can seduce the homonym of the world, because as long as the poem is recognized by the world, it can enjoy this kind of treatment.

Listening to this poem right now, it is obvious that it is the Qixi Festival poem, and the talents who can write such poems are probably in the Lianyue Tower. It seems that the competition in the Lianyue Tower has already begun.

I just don't know who is the talented person who wrote such poems, I just hope it is Jiangguo's talented person, as long as it is Jianguo's talented person, then this round of competition can be won.

At this time, everyone could hear this poem with the same sound of heaven and earth, and Jiang Huang in the palace naturally heard this voice. When listening to this poem, Jiang Huang showed a smile in his eyes.

Based on his understanding of Heng Xiulin, this poem should have been written by Heng Xiulin.

"Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, bear to look after Queqiao's way back."

Heng Xiulin continued to write poems, and before he finished writing, that inexplicable voice would resound throughout the world, and the talented scholars outside could all hear clearly this passage of poems.

"If the two loves last for a long time, how can they be in the future?"

Heng Xiulin took a deep breath, then tapped the tip of the pen, and finished writing all the poems. When Heng Xiulin finished writing the last line of the poem, the literary spirit that had been rising suddenly burst into brilliance , and then directly rushed to a height of seven inches!
"Seven inches of poetry, another seven inches of poetry!"

When everyone saw the poem exuding a strong literary spirit, their eyes widened immediately, and they stared at the literary spirit, the expressions on their faces were already completely astonished.

A few days ago, they had seen a poem with a literary spirit of seven inches, and now, there was another poem with a literary spirit of seven inches. When did this poem with a literary spirit of seven inches come so easily? Is it possible to achieve it?

Or is it that today's gifted scholars can write at will, and these seven-inch literary poems can be achieved just at will?

An absurd thought rose in everyone's mind, but then they shook their heads a little bit, and directly drove away this absurd thought, what a joke, if the poems written by the seven-inch literary style are so easy to write, how could they be attracted by these people? Jingguo's dwarfs were crushed so miserably that they had already overwhelmed them.

It's just that, at the moment, the gifted man writes casually, and the poem has reached the point of seven inches, but in the imperial city, there is no one who can write such a poem.

If you think about it this way, then earlier, the poem with a penetrating seven inches, could it be written by the talented man in front of you?Everyone was shocked when they thought of this.

That genius has never shown up before, so people don't know who that person is, but seeing Heng Xiulin right now, it makes them have this thought in their hearts.

They all know the top talents in the imperial city, but they are not very familiar with this person right now, but they do know that this person has just come to the imperial city not long ago, and he has the title of rich man.

Although I don't know how talented I am, but I think it won't be low. Now that I have seen it with my own eyes, it is indeed as high as they thought, and the talent is extremely high. In this way, there is a trace of their guess. possibility.

Everyone thought about it, and they all felt that the poems with seven-inch literary spirit were very likely to be written by Heng Xiulin. Although a talented person wrote two poems with seven-inch literary style in a row, it was really unbelievable .

But in the imperial city, they searched for a long time, but they haven't seen any talented person who can match this talent. Thinking of this, everyone looked at Heng Xiulin in front of him with complicated eyes.

I thought their talents were already extremely high, but they never expected that the talent of an unknown talent in the imperial city would reach a level beyond their reach, which made their original sense of superiority shatter instantly. Come.

"I've already written it, now it's time for you to write your poems."

Heng Xiulin didn't know that Jiang Guo's talented scholars had so many thoughts in an instant, turned around, smiled at the Hou Zeyu group, and then spoke.

(End of this chapter)