I Am Sanctified By Writing Books

The sword is three feet three inches long and about three fingers wide, with a cold light shining on it; the sword has eight sides, and a blood groove is engraved on the sword body, but it does not have the evil spirit of blood that is usually carried by long swords, but is surrounded by literary spirit. , where the sword body is close to the hilt, the word "Bi Chen" is engraved in traditional characters.

Everyone in the audience saw the long sword and praised it one after another.

"Oh my god, I read it right, it turned out to be a cultural treasure!"

"When the Youth Poetry Contest was held a few times ago, there were no literary treasures as prizes. I guess if the previous poetry leaders knew about it, they would regret it to death!"

"This size, this appearance, is simply the sword of love in my dreams!"

"Wake up! No matter how you want it, it's not yours!"

Everyone stared at the cold sword on the stage, with longing in their eyes.

Chu He naturally also saw the Pichen sword, and the literary spirit flowing on it let him know that the rank of this long sword is definitely not low.

One must know that even Chu He only has one literary treasure in his hand, and it is the Baiqueqin that Shangguan gave him when he left. Such a treasure is simply hard to find.

Chu He is looking forward to this youth poetry meeting even more.

"Sword! It really is a sword!" On a seat under the stage, Liu Ruyun stared fixedly at the Pichen Sword on the stage, his eyes flashed brightly.

Cultural and Taoist treasures, even he, a disciple of Confucianism, has never owned one. After all, every literary and Taoist treasure can be called a treasure, basically they are priceless, otherwise he would not have to spend so much effort Go save money.

"This Duchen Sword must be mine, mine!" The longing in Liu Ruyun's eyes almost froze into substance.

However, Liu Ruyun quickly came to his senses, and he looked in Chu He's direction, with a glint of gloom in his eyes.

With Bailong around, he had nothing to do with the Pichen Sword. After two failures, Liu Ruyun also saw clearly that in terms of talent, he, Liu Ruyun, was not as good as this Bailong at all.

"Could it be that only that one can be used?" Liu Ruyun hesitated in her heart.

Once you use your hole cards, it will have a great impact on your future literary path. Maybe, you can only live in the shadow of other people's literary path forever.

Liu Ruyun's gaze turned to the Pichen Sword on the stage, and then to Chu He. He saw the smile on Chu He's face.

The anger in his heart broke through his reason in an instant, even if it was not just for the Pichenjian, but for fighting for breath in front of Chu He!

He, Liu Ruyun, had never been suppressed like this since he was a child! He decided that to use that hole card, he must surpass Bailong once on the way of Wen Dao! Even just once!

After secretly making up her mind, Liu Ruyun's eyes also calmed down.

"Okay! All the students know the title of this poetry meeting, so please give full play to your talents, as long as you write works that can be recognized by everyone, then you can become the champion of this poetry meeting! "Seeing that all the Confucian scholars below are talking about the same thing, Mr. Longxi stopped talking nonsense, and the whole poetry meeting started with a wave of his big hand.

Many Confucian scholars have received the papers distributed by the prefect's mansion, and everyone is racking their brains and thinking hard, trying to write a good poem to amaze everyone.

However, even Confucian scholars who have come up with some clues dare not write lightly.

The topic this time seems to be very simple, but all works about Linjiang can participate in the competition, and the lower limit seems to have been lowered.

But in fact, this also expands the scope of the question, which means that the upper limit of the final answer of this question has also been raised a lot.

Confucian scholars who want to pursue a good ranking all feel the difficulty of this topic.

If the upper limit and lower limit are stretched too far, the flaws in one's own works will be magnified, which also makes it difficult for Confucian scholars who usually pursue excellence.

Soon the first Confucian began to write, and the Confucian scholars next to him saw that someone was taking the lead, so they naturally stopped hesitating. Anyway, this time the first poet must be born among the top few people. Thinking about it this way , and let go of worries.

"Oh? A work describing Linjiang County?" Chu He's eyes lit up, which gave him a lot of room to play.

After closing his eyes and thinking for a while, Chu He began to write on the paper.

Mr. Long Xi, who had been paying attention to Chu He on the stage, also had his eyes lit up: "Have you decided what you want to write so quickly? Sure enough, you are young and promising!"

You know, at this time, those true literary geniuses are still conceiving their own works.

Time passed by, and some Confucian scholars had already written their own works, but these works were nothing compared to the works of real literary geniuses.

There are all kinds of monsters and ghosts in the works written earlier, and even a large part of them are written doggerel.

Especially Wang Fugui, he knew that his literary talent was low, so he simply didn't write it, and stood aside to watch Chu He's poems and essays.

Wang Fugui looked at Chu He's brushwork on the white paper, each vigorous and powerful font appeared on it, and his eyes lit up.

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"Miss, miss, Mr. Longxi has already proposed a topic! The topic seems to be about Linjiang County, do you think Mr. Bailong can win the championship!" The maid Cai Ling had already found out the topic of this poetry meeting, and trotted into the room .

"Don't worry, Cailing, that's Mr. Bailong! He will definitely be able to do it!" Li Zhuqing leaned against the window, looking at the high platform not far away.

She still has great confidence in Chu He. After all, can a person who can arouse literary visions lose in a small youth poetry meeting?

In the other room, Xue Feifei looked at Chu He's direction, and she was silent. However, her tightly clenched jade hands proved that her heart was not so peaceful.

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"Haha, I'm done! Brother Wen Tao, I'm just one step ahead!"

"As expected of Brother Ziqi, your literary talents are truly extraordinary, and you actually completed the topic given by Mr. Longxi in such a short period of time!"

"Hey! Brother, I still don't have a clue about this topic, what should I do!"

Some people have already walked out of the crowd and handed the works they wrote to the high platform, while some people are still scratching their heads anxiously.

Time passed, and basically all the participants had completed their works. After all, the threshold for this topic was a bit low, but the upper limit was much higher.

A figure stepped up to the high platform with heavy steps, and immediately attracted the eyes of most Confucian scholars.

"Look, isn't that Liu Ruyun?"