Everyone's hearts tightened.

It's coming, it's coming.

Today's sudden battle between literature and Taoism is finally about to reach its climax and reach its peak - but the ending is already doomed after Xu Qiusheng took out that poem.

Lieutenant Qi is likely to be slapped in the face!

The old priest Xu Siqing sighed, and wanted to step forward to find the son under the steps.

But seeing Qi Pingchuan come back to his senses and smile, he took a few steps and said to Xu Qiusheng: "Can Xu Zhizhou let me go first?" ”

Xu Qiusheng snorted coldly and brushed his sleeves away.

Look at how you behave.

Qi Pingchuan looked at the students, "There was the sage Li Xianxian's "Dragon Sparrow Language" before, and now there is a stunning work by Xu Zhizhou, a handsome son of Qingyun, presumably you already know what romanticism is. ”

Fu Xiang frowned.

Yang Xun was already smiling bitterly.

Both of them thought that Qi Pingchuan had confessed, so they were looking for the bottom of the steps.

Xu Qiusheng showed no mercy at all, and said with a sneer on the side: "County Lieutenant Qi, don't you want to talk far, don't you want to refute the sage Li Xianxian, this official has been tolerant, let you refute this self-cherished "Spring Day", what are you not satisfied with?" ”

Qi Pingchuan glanced at him, "What's the hurry?" ”

Xu Qiusheng choked.

Said angrily: "Okay, well, this official will wait and see how you end!" ”

Qi Pingchuan ignored him and continued to say to the students: "The so-called romantic writing, in fact, in the final analysis, there are only a few elements, as long as you grasp this element, everyone can also write good poems." ”

The corners of Xu Qiusheng's mouth twitched.

At this time, he still plans to preach and receive karma to solve his doubts?

Where did he get such a thick skin?

The old teacher also sighed on the side, and couldn't bear to watch, in his opinion, the son seemed to be a little inferior, and at this moment he was admitting defeat openly, and he could still be a gentleman.

However, it is really not right to avoid the important and light.

Qi Pingchuan didn't care about other people's opinions at all, and continued to take care of himself: "Master led the door, practice in himself, today's writing technique of romanticism, I will only say it once, how much everyone can comprehend, each depends on their ability." ”

The corners of Fu Xiang and Yang Xun's mouths twitched.

The other students were already muttering, always feeling that County Lieutenant Qi was fooling people, but they were also a little curious, how could he avoid being slapped in the face by Qingyun Junzi today.

But no matter how you look at it, this face will be beaten very badly.

Qi Pingchuan raised his hand and stretched out three fingers, "In short, let's talk about the three elements that are easier to comprehend. ”

Xu Qiusheng was slightly impatient.

Fu Xiang and Yang Xun and other students also felt that the county lieutenant Qi was delaying time.

The old priest sighed in his heart.

"The first point is to construct a surreal plot with rich imagination. What is imagination? In this kind of imagination, you can transcend reality, fly in the boundless starry sky, catch turtles in the moon and the five oceans for nine days, or soar up to 90,000 miles, with the green clouds as the wings, the sun and the moon on the shoulders, and a sword to break the mountains and rivers in one go...... It can be said that whether a reader can have a rich imagination is the most basic element of whether he can write romantic essays. ”

"So in my opinion, rich imagination can also be called artistic fantasy."

Yang Xun laughed, "Who doesn't want to be out of the blue, I still think that one day three thousand beauties-"

Drag to a halt.

Yang Xun couldn't laugh, he felt that his thoughts seemed a little humble.

Fu Xiang frowned, thoughtful.

The old teacher's eyes lit up, and then he shook his head again, in the final analysis, he still has to talk about the work.

Xu Qiusheng sneered, and his patience gradually lost.

Qi Pingchuan still talks freely on his own, "The second point is to use bold exaggeration to shape details that cannot be examined. Exaggeration refers to the technique of highlighting certain characteristics of the object in the creation of poetry, which is the basic characteristic of romanticism...... The third point is to portray and render extremely distinct love and hatred with strong lyricism. When extreme lyricism and extreme color are formed, they can be opposed to reality and form the most vivid contrast......"

Boastful talk foaming at the mouth, pouring thousands of miles and gushing......

Many students were dumbfounded.

The old priest was helpless.

Qingyun Junzi Xu Qiusheng, as a first-class champion, is extremely arrogant in his own right, how can he listen to Qi Pingchuan's long talk, after half an hour, this Yongxing Zhizhou finally couldn't bear it anymore, and said angrily: "How long do you want to talk nonsense!" ”

Qi Pingchuan turned his head to look at him, looked back and asked, "Do you understand?" ”

Everyone was at a loss.

It's very simple, but it's not easy to understand so many things at once, and besides, what you say is true, you haven't proven it yet.

unreasonably refutes "Spring Day", or overwhelms Xu Qiusheng with a work.

It's not convincing.

Qi Pingchuan looked like he hated iron but not steel, "Rotten wood can't be carved, a bunch of fools!" ”

Xu Qiusheng's forehead was bruised, and he couldn't bear it, "Lieutenant Qi, there are also people like Fu Xiang and Yang Xun in Shuangyang County School, if you talk nonsense like this and mislead people's children, don't blame me for disrupting the school's disrespect and insulting the sages!" ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone understood.

The county lieutenant of Qi is finished.

First of all, he lost, and secondly, Xu Qiusheng would also pursue him for this matter.

This is Xu Qiusheng's ultimate goal.

It is impossible to say that the county lieutenant of Qi has to lose the post of county lieutenant, and it must be known that Xu Qiusheng'an's crime can be big or small.

The old priest sighed.

Call you bragging, call you bragging, now it's okay, let's get into trouble.

Qi Pingchuan glared angrily, "What are you anxious about, the students I said don't understand, it doesn't mean that what I said is unreasonable, haven't you always asked me to teach you that poem, I'm very busy, I don't have time, and I don't have much patience, so I'm writing a poem for you to observe." ”

There was a little weakness in my heart.

Refute a fart.

Qin Guan's "Spring Day" can I refute it?

Li Xianxian, as the eleventh sage of the Temple of Literature, can I refute it?

Only use poetry to press.

Xu Qiusheng laughed angrily, "Okay, good, good, this official is waiting for the eternal masterpiece of the county lieutenant of Qi!" ”

Qi Pingchuan looked at many students, "Good students, learn better, see what is the style of words, look at what is the demeanor of the immortals, and see what is the coquettish style of a poem leading the millennium." ”

There was an uproar.

Even Xu Qiusheng was a little puzzled, where did this product come from?

He is just writing a poem now, and he dares to be so arrogant that he calls himself an immortal, and he still talks about a poem that leads the world for thousands of years?

Wen Shengren didn't dare to say that.

Qi Pingchuan paced, put his hands behind his back, and said softly: "Just write a poem "Will Enter the Wine". ”

Yang Xun laughed, "You write it." ”

Xu Qiusheng snorted coldly, if you dare to talk nonsense, or take a casual ordinary poem to perfunctory, today's crime of disrupting the school and insulting the Confucian and Taoist sages, I will condemn you.

The old priest signaled to Lao Wang at the door and asked him to find Chen Bi.

Lao Wang shrugged, afraid of something.

Believe in Childe.

Qi Pingchuan pondered for a long time, with a demeanor of thinking about life, and slowly recited in a low voice: "You don't see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, and it flows to the sea and never returns." ”

Landing thunder!