Liaozhai Great Sage

Wen Quxing's bow to Li Xiuyuan shocked everyone in the hall, including the fox spirit.

The fox spirits were shocked by Li Xiuyuan's status as a saint in the world. The spirits understood the meaning of these four words the most. It was not just a literal meaning. There were so many things behind it that it was unimaginable.

In fact, compared to the ghost door.

Li Liangjin and his fellow scholars were not so surprised. What surprised them was Wen Quxing's attitude towards Li Xiuyuan.

The saints in the world are still far away to them, and they don't know as much as the ghosts, but Wen Quxing returned a respectful salute to Li Xiuyuan, but Li Liangjin immediately realized that it seemed that this martial artist was very unusual, and he could make people All the gods in the sky respect him so much.

And will this kind of respect affect the result of this competition and make him directly lose this literary competition?

Li Liangjin's heart trembled, feeling that something was going wrong.

Because he knew that Li Xiuyuan's poems were no worse than his own, and if he wanted to win against him, he could only rely on the personal preferences of the judges.

The reason why he was happy before was because Wen Quxing was the number one student in the last subject, Mr. Wen, and he had met him a few times, so he naturally had a huge advantage over Li Xiuyuan, a stranger who had never lived.

At this moment, Li Xiuyuan nodded and said, "This time, the Wenqu star from heaven has descended."

"The saints in the world are polite. Since the little god returned to the god position, he has been bored in the heavenly palace. He wanted to go down to earth for a long time. However, no one worshiped and invited the gods, so he couldn't ignore the laws of the heavenly palace. The mortal world." Wen Quxing said with a smile: "The little god has roughly known about this matter, please rest assured, the sage in the world, this time the evaluation of the little god will definitely be fair and just, and there will be absolutely no bias."

"Is this the best?" Li Xiuyuan said, "This is a poem I wrote before, and I invite Wenquxing to appreciate it."

After speaking, I want to go forward and send the poems.

Wen Quxing suddenly stopped and said: "The saint on earth can't go any further, and the little god will not be able to stand your upright aura, saint on earth."

Even if he is a god in the sky, he cannot get close to a saint on earth.

Suddenly, Li Xiuyuan's breath came out, and he didn't block it. He immediately gestured to Qing'e.

Qing'e stood up immediately, lowered her head and presented poems to Li Xiuyuan obediently.

"The poems and essays of the sages in the world should be no worse than those of the little gods, um, let the little gods have a look." Wen Quxing accepted the poems with a smile.

Li Xiuyuan said: "Wenqu Xing is absurdly praised. The world's literary fortune is in your hands. Your talent is the best in the world. How can my poems compare with yours?"

What he said was not modesty, but the truth.

I don’t know how many times Wen Quxing has been reincarnated, and how many times he has been the number one scholar. He has accumulated talents throughout his life. It can be said that there is no article he does not understand. Competing with him is Li Bai’s rebirth. Cao Zijian probably feels ashamed in this life. .

Moreover, many of the great talents in history may be the reincarnation of Wen Quxing.

"Swallows and swans have no dignity, a cup of wine for a commoner prince..."

Wen Quxing read the manuscript in his hand, savored it in his heart, and then said, "It's a good poem. If a saint in the world can write such a poem, it can be seen that the literary talent is not low, enough to be passed down to the world."

It is natural that these words have no weight when spoken from ordinary people.

But saying it from Wen Quxing's mouth made Li Liangjin and other scholars' faces change.

It is a high evaluation of the poems and essays that they can be handed down to the world, because the poems and essays handed down to the world represent the legacy of this history, and it is a great honor for scholars.

Why was Li Bai in the previous dynasty so famous?Isn't there too many poems and essays handed down to be remembered by future generations?

On the contrary, if a literati has no works handed down from generation to generation, even if his literary talents are outstanding and praised by others, who will remember you decades later?It's not like everyone is gone.

"Master Wen, you have already tasted his poems and essays, and I think Wansheng's poems are not bad, so I invite Mrs. Wen to taste them."

Not to be outdone, Li Liangjin hurriedly stepped forward and cupped his hands, and then held the poems he had written before to Wen Quxing.

"Oh, then let me take a look." Wen Quxing took his poem and took a serious look.

"Heh, heh."

After reading it, Wen Quxing laughed twice.

"..."

Li Liangjin looked bewildered: "Master Wen, isn't Wansheng's poetry written well?"

"Hehe." Wen Quxing smiled again.

Li Liangjin was puzzled for a while, not understanding what Wen Quxing's laughter meant. No matter whether his poems were good or bad, there must be a judge.

Good or not?

"Master Wen, how is Li Xiuyuan's poems at night compared to Li Xiuyuan?" Li Liangjin gave another serious salute and asked.

Wen Quxing suppressed his smile, then put down the poem in his hand, then looked at Li Liangjin seriously and said: "The poems you wrote are really vulgar, so don't write carelessly in the future, or I will take away your poems." transport."

Li Liangjin's complexion changed suddenly, and he hurriedly said, "Is there anything wrong with Wansheng's poems?"

Wen Quxing said: "It's more than inappropriate, you deserve to be called a poem? It's fine to put it in the study as a leisurely graffiti. Today you bring it here to compete with the saints in the world, and let me do it." Judgment, are you humiliating a saint in the world, or me, a Wenqu star?"

"My lord, although the late students have little knowledge, poetry is not so unbearable." Li Liangjin said hastily.

Li Xiuyuan also became a little puzzled. Li Liangjin's poems are not bad, so he shouldn't criticize him like this. Could it be that Wen Quxing is biased towards himself and said this on purpose?

Nor should it.

Even if he is biased towards himself, he should not show such an angry look.

"Not to mention whether the poems are good or bad, in the previous dynasty, even the people who were traffickers and pawns could sing a few poems, but your poems are not as good as theirs in my opinion, but you don't know why? ?”

Wen Quxing continued with a cold face: "There is nothing wrong with the first half of your poem, but there is a taboo in the second half of the sentence. In the golden cup and jade cup Qionglou, rein in the horse in front of the general's door to listen. You treat Qionglou as What's the matter, is it a place where you drink and have fun, and send troops and generals?"

Joan Lou?

Li Xiuyuan's expression froze, but he understood why Wen Quxing was so angry.

Qionglou refers to the palace in the moon.

I'm afraid that the Moon Palace has an extremely important position in the Immortal Palace, and now Li Liangjin has compared it to his place for drinking and having fun, which offended Wen Quxing.

Suddenly, Li Xiuyuan suddenly thought of a sentence, I want to ride the wind to go back, but I am afraid that Qionglou Yuyu, the heights are too cold.

Especially in the second sentence, I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu.

Isn't this just the awe of the great writer Su Shi for the fairy palace?

What's more, with Su Shi's attitude, what qualifications does this Li Liangjin have to compare with Su Shi.

This Li Liangjin violated Tiangong's taboo unintentionally, not because his poems are too bad, but this time he was unlucky and fell into Wen Quxing's hands.

Li Xiuyuan thought to himself.

Such taboos also exist in the mortal world. For example, if you say something in front of the imperial court officials, the emperor takes turns to do it. Come to my house this year to see if you will be praised and sung. I am afraid that you will be beheaded in a blink of an eye.