Liaozhai Great Sage

"And the outcome of this round is already obvious, the sage on earth won." Wen Quxing added afterward.

Li Liangjin became anxious and angry at this moment, and couldn't help scolding Wen Quxing: "Your judgment is very unfair. My poems are not bad, but you deliberately belittle my poems in order to favor Li Xiuyuan. You are so partial What qualifications do you have to be in charge of the cultural movement and be the Wenqu star in the sky."

"Heh, heh." Wen Quxing laughed dryly twice.

"I won't admit the outcome of this game. The Wenquxing you invited is blind." Li Liangjin was furious at this moment, and scolded Wenquxing.

"Hehe." Wen Quxing laughed dryly again, but ignored it.

Li Xiuyuan pondered for a while and said: "Let's be fair, Wen Quxing didn't comment on the quality of your poems. He said before, not to mention your poems. Both human beings and gods have their own standpoints, and if your poetry breaks a taboo, he will naturally not be able to say that your poetry is good, which is understandable."

He didn't know what taboos Qionglou in Moon Palace had, even Wen Quxing was furious when he heard the poems belittling Qionglou.

But he returned but with such an evaluation, Li Liangjin must not accept it.

"You don't need to say good things here. He is a god in the sky. After enjoying your incense, he will naturally favor you when you summon him. However, I can't bear to belittle my poems like this. I'm sorry for the failure of this round. I will never admit it." Li Liangjin said still angrily.

Li Xiuyuan said: "Since you don't admit the failure of this round, then I will treat this round as a draw, so how about going to the third round?"

Because of the taboo of poetry and prose, Wen Quxing lost justice, and he did not take advantage of this, and was willing to have a third literary battle with Li Liangjin.

"Saints in the world, wait a moment. As a Wenqu star, the little god is also a person who wants face. Today, this mortal scolded the little god for being unfair. If the little god returns to the heavenly palace, he will probably become a laughing stock. Although the little god's previous judgment was unfair. Refute, but the result has not changed, his poems are indeed not as good as yours." Wen Quxing saluted Li Xiuyuan again.

"Wen Quxing's words just now cannot convince the public." Li Xiuyuan said.

Wen Quxing said: "This is indeed the case, so the little god has the means to convince people."

After finishing speaking, he took out an exquisite small scale from his bosom, and said: "This is a literary scale, which can weigh the world's poems, talents, and talents contained in books. You only need to put the poems and essays of the two of you together." On this nickname, talented poems will naturally sink, and it is clear at a glance what is right and what is wrong."

"Who knows if you will cheat." Li Liangjin said a little dissatisfied.

Wen Quxing suddenly flew into a rage and said: "I have tolerated you for a long time, and you have repeatedly uttered wild words. If it weren't for the presence of a saint in the world, I would definitely deprive you of your talent and make you unable to write poems anymore. Back then, this god was Take this pole and weigh Cao Zijian's talent, his talent is so great, that's why he is so talented, could it be that you think you can match Cao Zijian?"

"No, I don't dare, I ask Mr. Wen to calm down, calm down."

Li Liangjin felt the majesty of a god when he was drunk, his face became flustered, and he had the subconscious urge to kneel and kowtow to beg for mercy, so he hurriedly apologized.

Before, Wen Quxing looked like a refined man, even if he got angry, he would not be regarded as majestic, but the current anger made people terrified and dared not disobey.

How can the wrath of the gods be borne by mortals.

However, Li Xiuyuan's expression moved slightly, and his eyes focused on the nickname.

I really didn't expect that this nickname actually weighed Cao Zijian's talent, and left him with a reputation of being talented.

I don't know how talented Du Fu, Li Bai and other famous poets of the previous dynasty are?Can it compare to Cao Zijian?

"Li Liangjin, talent is weighed. Do you weigh it or not? If not, I can compete with you in the third round. If you agree to weigh it, this round will determine the outcome." Li Xiuyuan said calmly.

Li Liangjin didn't think that he would lose to Li Xiuyuan in terms of talent, so he immediately gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I will weigh you with you."

"If you lose, don't play tricks, I won't compete with you for the third round." Li Xiuyuan said.

I can be regarded as very enlightened and gave Li Liangjin a chance to choose.

"Stop talking nonsense, my son is not the kind of person who cheats." Li Liangjin said.

He is also a person who wants face, how can he stand being humiliated by Wen Quxing so much, how can he give up if he doesn't win Li Xiuyuan today to earn back his face.

Li Xiuyuan said: "We also ask Wen Quxing to weigh you."

Wen Quxing nodded, calmed down the anger caused by Li Liangjin before, and placed the poems and essays of the two at one end of the nickname.

Chapter 300 Deprivation of style

Weigh talent by prose, and distinguish the pros and cons of poetry and prose.

This method can be said to be simple and direct. No one needs to be judged to judge which poem is good or bad, and there is no need to fight red-faced, elevating one's own poems and belittling opponents' poems.

Which is lighter and heavier, at a glance.

The poems and essays of the two people are placed on the title of the essay.

The originally unremarkable two manuscripts suddenly burst into brilliance, as bright as the moon, and faintly overflowing with colorful light.

This is talent.

Usually, it is not obvious in poetry, but once it is placed on the title, the title will arouse the talent and make the talent appear.

And once the ability appeared, there was an obvious change in the weight immediately.

Li Xiuyuan's poems are heavier, and his nickname hangs down. Although Li Liangjin's poems are also talented, they are less talented than Li Xiuyuan's, not as heavy as his, and his nickname is suppressed by his talent. rose up.

"How is it possible that my talent in poetry is not as good as this martial artist." Li Liangjin was very ashamed and angry.

He can admit that his skills are not as good as others, but he absolutely does not want to admit that his talent is not even comparable to Li Xiuyuan. This is simply the greatest humiliation to himself.

Even a mere martial artist can write better poems than his own?

Wen Quxing said: "Your poetry is not without talent, but your talent is much lighter than that of a sage in the world. This time, you lost the literary battle. Although the god has a preference, he will not distort it." As a matter of fact, to win is to win, to lose is to lose, if your skills are inferior to others, your skills are inferior to others, now you have nothing to say, if it is not for the sake of a saint in the world, my title will never be used to weigh you. human poetry."

After finishing speaking, he hummed heavily again, appearing very dissatisfied.

Li Liangjin's complexion changed again and again at this moment, he never thought that his poems would lose to a martial artist like Li Xiuyuan, even if the judgment was unfair before, but now it is an iron fact that talent is weighed above literary titles, which makes him have It's hard to argue.

Aggrieved, ashamed and angry.

At this moment, there are many feelings in his heart, but he can't get angry when he wants to vent his anger.

As a descendant of a prince, he has never encountered such humiliation since he was a child.

Li Xiuyuan ignored what he was thinking, but said: "I would like to bet and admit defeat. You lost to me in the first game, and you also lost to me in the second game of chess. I won the Wendou this time. According to the previous agreement, you not only owe me 3 taels of silver, but also take Hu Hei and other foxes out of Qingshan, return the residence here to Hu Han, and never set foot here again."

Hu Han also stood up in ecstasy, and said to Hu Hei: "You black-skinned fox saw it, this time we won the competition, and you lost, so get out of here quickly, if you dare to come here again in the future , I will peel off your skin and make your fur into a waistcoat."

"Old guy..." Hu Hei was gnashing his teeth at this moment, seeing Hu Han's complacent look, he wanted to tear his mouth apart.

But he naturally wouldn't lose control so easily. When he knew Li Xiuyuan's status as a saint in the world, he knew that this time the competition was more ominous than good.

"Hey, you black-skinned fox still has today. You weren't very capable before, you have the ability to bite me, bite me." Hu Han continued to mock Hu Hei with an arrogant look.

Looking at him like that, let alone Hu Hei, even Li Xiuyuan had the urge to teach this old man a lesson.

Hu Hei was indeed very patient, he could remain indifferent to being ridiculed like this, he just clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and turned his head away, not to look at this Hu Han.

Seeing his deflated look, Hu Han laughed again, as happy as he could be.

"Li Liangjin, why don't you talk anymore, don't you want to renege on your debt?" Li Xiuyuan said.