Literati Sanctification

Chapter 368 Eight Inches
"What are you talking about? A person like you who only writes five-inch literary poetry dares to say such a thing?"

At this time, Jia Hanrong was already on the verge of bursting with anger. He just let Heng Xiulin go just because, looking at the time, it was almost here, so he was not going to say something to Heng Xiulin up.

The preparation is to think that after writing out his poems, he will win this game, and then he will come back and have a good talk with Heng Xiulin, but at this moment, listening to Heng Xiulin's nonsense, how can he bear it? live.

This guy, don't you understand what kind of poems you wrote yourself?Look over there, how about a five-inch style?Who gave him the guts to say that about them?
At this moment, not only him, but also the others are very angry. They can come to this stage, which at least shows that their talents have been recognized by everyone.

In fact, they all think that they are top-notch talents, but Heng Xiulin's words directly bring them to the bottom of the valley, directly saying that they are not worthy of this kind of talent. identity of.

But any literati with such a little bit of arrogance can't tolerate it. The words that Heng Xiulin said immediately turned his eyes red with anger, and then he stared at Heng Xiulin firmly.

This guy is so rude!

What happened to the Jiang Huang of the Jiang Kingdom, even this kind of person can be sent over to compete?Are you not afraid of losing Jiang Guo's face?

Hearing the tolerant words, Heng Xiulin twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, and sneered, "Who told you that I only have five inches of writing? With such ability, I dare to say that I am a top literati. Really shameless!"

Hearing what Heng Xiulin said, everyone was stunned for a moment, and then they covered their stomachs and laughed out loud, "What are you kidding? There is a few inches of literary spirit, you are blind, you can't see come out?"

"Or, you don't know how to count, don't know how to read? Do you want someone to bring a ruler over and let you measure it, but you can't even tell how high your own poems are? Clear? Are you worthy of being a literati?

Everyone was a little speechless at this moment. I'm afraid this guy came here to make trouble, right?
How should I put it, how high is the literary style, and where is it clearly placed, they can misread it, but other people, it can't be that everyone is at this time, they all misread it, right?

Thinking of this, everyone shook their heads for a while. They had never seen such a literati, but they had already come out, and they were still here, sneering and pestering.

"That's all, that Wen Qi is almost approaching the distance of six inches, it's better to count him as six inches, lest he doesn't give up."

At this time, the Zhao Guowen man waved his hand directly, and then said something, in that tone, there was a strong meaning of charity.

Najia Hanrong also nodded when he heard the words. Anyway, in his opinion, there is no difference between six inches and five inches, so six inches is fine. While responding, he turned towards Heng Xiulin I subconsciously glanced at the poems I wrote.

This guy obviously has only five inches of literary spirit, but it is enough to be so nonsense.

Thinking of this, his eyes had already seen the elegance, but at this sight, he was immediately stunned. At this moment, his eyes were full of inconceivable looking over there.

I saw that the literary energy that was originally only five inches long began to tumbling continuously at this moment, with a feeling of wanting to continue tumbling, but this scene did not last long, and the next moment it was abruptly raised an inch.

The literati in the Zhao Kingdom were all ready to start writing, but seeing that Na Jia Hanrong had no intention of preparing at this time, they subconsciously glanced at it, and then they were also attracted by the literary spirit.

Both of them are the most eye-catching existences on the stage, and their current performance naturally caught everyone's attention.

"Quickly, what's the matter with the literary energy, it is constantly churning, does it mean to continue to rise?"

At this time, a person can't help but exclaim in surprise, after the poem is written, how much literary style it should have will be fixed at this time and will not change.

But at this moment, the literary spirit was reversed by their previous knowledge, and at this moment it began to rise again, making everyone's expressions change, and they looked at this scene in disbelief.

What's the situation? Shouldn't Wen Qi stop moving after it stabilizes?Why does it still break through in this state?
Moreover, in just a short moment, it broke through to a distance of seven inches!From what they know, it seems that the highest literary spirit is seven inches!

When they saw this scene, their eyes were about to pop out, Qicun Wenqi!The tallest seven inches is incomparable, and it just appeared like this?
Jia Hanrong and the two of them were also staring at this scene at this moment, the sweat on their faces kept slipping down at this moment, and they were confident that they could write with a seven-inch style of writing.

And because they have such a level of confidence, they are preparing to write it at the last moment, and then they shocked the audience.

But at this moment, seeing that Heng Xiulin's literary spirit has broken through to the level of seven inches, it is not frightening, but after the shock, he is constantly praying, Heng Xiulin's literary spirit , able to stop.

There are highs and lows in the seven-inch literary spirit. With the current level, they are still confident that they can surpass Heng Xiulin, but the literary spirit is not as straight as they prayed for. It rushed towards the top, as if it would not stop at all.

"It's over!"

When the two of them saw that literary spirit, it directly surpassed the highest level they could write normally, and immediately such a thought crossed their minds.

At this time, their self-confidence has been completely destroyed, they can't do that step, they can't do it at all!

"hiss!"

And just when both of them were a little desperate, there was a sound of inhalation on the field at this moment, and everyone was staring at this scene in a daze.

"How could it be! How could it be!"

"How is it possible, this is completely impossible! How is this possible, is it because my eyes are dazzled, how could I see such a scene?"

"I think, I am also dazzled! How could such a situation happen!"

At this moment, everyone on the field muttered to themselves in a completely unbelievable way. There was nothing but shock in that tone.

Because, on that Wen Qi, a cluster of tall Wen Qi is constantly shining at this time, illuminating the surroundings with a bright light.

Eight inches of style!That's eight inches of literary spirit, how could it be?There is actually an existence of eight inches of literary spirit here, doesn't it mean that there is only seven inches of literary spirit?Seven inches of literary spirit is already the highest?
But now, what is going on with this eight-inch literary spirit?

At this moment, Heng Xiulin was also looking at this scene in a daze. He just knew that his literary spirit would definitely not be just that five inches, but the current eight inches of literary spirit still caught him off guard.

What other people perceive is actually what he recognizes. They all think that the literary spirit is only seven inches, but this scene now tells him that the literary spirit is not only limited to such seven inches, but also has a literary spirit of eight inches. of!

Could it be that in the past, most of the poems written by Wenqi were only seven inches long, and no one has ever been able to reach eight inches, so it was given to others.

Then this kind of idea was passed down, so that everyone would know that this literary spirit is actually only seven inches?
Thinking of this, Heng Xiulin immediately nodded secretly, feeling that this kind of statement is justified.

(End of this chapter)