Literati Sanctification

Chapter 367

The ink was already finished with the inkstone, since the other party asked Heng Xiulin to start first, Heng Xiulin was not polite, picked up the ink brush, and began to write poems on the silk cloth.

"Qiao Nanjiang is a small red plum, and Xiaomei is red and shallow Jiangnan Qiao."

Heng Xiulin moved his hand slightly, and then a poem was left on the poem. When the poem was completed, a stream of literary energy rose straight up. At this moment, everyone looked over with great concern.

When seeing that the literary spirit is only more than one inch high, some people feel a little relieved, but there is only one literary style. After a line of poetry is written, it is only one inch high. Afterwards, when the poems were finished, the literary spirit reached a high level.

So at this moment, there is a hint of smile in the eyes of some people. It is just such a talent, but they start to speak wild words. It is really rampant!

Heng Xiulin didn't pay attention to these people's attitudes, just lowered his head and wrote his poems silently. Seeing this, Jia Hanrong shook his head. It's already at this time, and he is still struggling. What's the matter? effect?
Think about it, if at the last moment, the poems written cannot achieve a shocking effect, then the literary spirit presented will not be so high.

In fact, like this, it is already very good that the poems I just wrote can have as much as an inch of literary spirit.

But the problem is that none of the literati who come here to compete is a brilliant and gorgeous generation, so this inch of literacy is obviously not enough.

Based on their experience, they can naturally see that after Heng Xiulin's poem is finished, it will only be about five inches long, and if it reaches the sky, it will only be six inches.

And this level is not enough for them.

Sure enough, there are not many people left, probably in that Jiang country, the literati who can write six-inch literary poems are already very powerful, right?The people on the side also thought silently at this moment.

"Peepe me to Shuli, and Lishu peeps to me."

At this time, Heng Xiulin finished writing another sentence, and his style of writing soared to the point of three inches at this time.

At this moment, the people below were in a commotion, Heng Xiulin ignored it, "The old man will arrive as soon as he walks, and the pedestrian will grow old when he arrives."

The literary spirit has risen to four inches, and the exaggerated smiles on everyone's faces have also become a little exaggerated at this time. They have already reached this point. Basically, whatever is written is what they write, and the literary spirit is basically fixed. Now, it is completely impossible to improve the literary spirit.

Seeing this scene, Zeyu frowned slightly. From his direction, he could see Heng Xiulin's soaring literary spirit, but seeing this situation, he was suddenly a little puzzled.

With Heng Xiulin's talent, it is very unlikely that he can only have such a little literary spirit, but what is going on with Heng Xiulin right now, why is it that he can't even write with such a small literary spirit? ?

Could it be that Heng Xiulin's talent has been exhausted?Or is it that the current Heng Xiulin doesn't have much inspiration in it, so the poems he writes are so lacking in style?

Hou Zeyu frowned slightly, but at this moment, he couldn't go up to see what the poems written by Heng Xiulin were, so he could only sit here and wait for the result.

"Farewell cherishes the broken branches, and the remaining branches cherish parting."

Heng Xiulin's last line of poetry fell, and his literary energy rose to as much as five inches, and when he was about to break through to six inches, he paused again, and then slowly suspended there.

really!

Seeing this scene, everyone immediately shook their heads, and then there was a sneer on their faces. Just now, when they looked at this guy, they still had an extremely rampant attitude. Everyone thought that this guy might not be weak. That's how it is.

But look now, what talent?The literary spirit of five inches is not even six inches. A talent like this can indeed be called some talent, but it is not very talented.

After all, what kind of occasion is this place right now? It's a place where the top literary spirit is competing. If you show off at the bottom with such a small literary spirit, maybe someone will buy it and give you a few words of praise.

But here, you want to rely on such a little thing, just want to praise, want to win?That is simply a fool's dream!

If your own talent is low, don't expect others to be just like you. The talent is pitifully low!
It is true that there are not many people left in Jiang Guo, so he sent such a literati here, maybe it is to make his side less embarrassing, right?

That's right, if the literati sent over are all of this level, then it's better not to send one, and it's much better to send someone here and lose one person's face than to lose everyone's face.

Everyone thought about it, and then made up their minds about the reason why only they sent Heng Xiulin here.

"Hey, I said, with your poems, you actually want to say, if you write first, we won't be able to write it? I was by the side, but I was looking forward to it for a long time, and you just repay my expectation like this?"

At this time, Najia Hanrong finally came out, looked at the poem, then looked at Heng Xiulin, and said with a sneer.

"With this level of literacy, I was able to easily achieve it a few years ago. In Jingguo, we are only middle-level literati with this level of literacy. If you are like this, you should hurry back to your Jiang Guozhong, go, you won't be able to get along here."

While talking, Najia Hanrong waved at Heng Xiulin, and then said, they have already seen the other party's talent, in their opinion, the competition later has nothing to do with Heng Xiulin .

Since this is the case, it would be better to let the opponent leave the field early, so as not to embarrass him again.

It's just that he has such a kind heart, is he thinking about Heng Xiulin?At this moment, Jia Hanrong was thinking in his heart that he could drive Heng Xiulin out of the field ahead of time, and then get more voices.

At that time, this matter will be talked about by everyone, and Heng Xiulin will be remembered by everyone for a long time because of this matter!

Zhao Guowen on the other side also shook his head at this time, "I thought he would deliberately write for a long time. In this way, when the time is up and we run out of time, the opponent will win directly. It seems that the opponent Such a bit of gentlemanly demeanor is still there."

Hearing this, Najia Hanrong was slightly stunned, and then he was taken aback. He didn't notice this just now. If Heng Xiulin really paid attention to this, if no one reminded him, Heng Xiulin was writing it when he wrote it. If it takes longer, Heng Xiulin will really win!
Thinking of this, a trace of cold sweat broke out in his heart, and then he rejoiced again and again. Fortunately, this guy is not so insidious. Otherwise, he lost such a round so inexplicably. I have my heart.

"Okay, there's not much time left, let's start writing poems, otherwise, I guess I really don't have time to write."

Jia Hanrong at the side looked at the time, and then said, it's already this time, it is indeed time to start writing poems, if not, I guess there is really no time.

At this moment, Heng Xiulin glanced at the two of them, then shook his head slightly.

"With such abilities, he still dares to call himself a top talent here. It seems that the literary talents here are nothing more than that."

Heng Xiulin's voice was very soft, but in this extremely quiet place, it was directly transmitted to everyone's ears, making everyone stunned, and then looked straight at Heng Xiulin go.

What the hell is this guy doing? You can already see it. His literary spirit is only five inches tall. With such a talent, he is now running to talk about others?Really shameless!
Thinking of this, everyone immediately shook their heads. Didn't they say that Jiang Guo's literati are all gentle and elegant?But what's going on with this one?In him, why can't I feel the temperament that Jiang Guowen should have?
The rest of the women also looked at Heng Xiulin with ugly faces at this time, thinking that they had just sent their handkerchiefs to Heng Xiulin, and felt even more annoyed in their hearts. It's so unbearable, it shouldn't be like this!
(End of this chapter)