Real art?

The smile on Jiang Zai's face gradually faded, and was replaced by an infinite coldness.

Even to say that "storytelling" is not art? In this world, only drama is considered art? Dude, you're too arrogant, aren't you? Shakespeare didn't dare say that!

"Ganro XII can be a good look, and Varian XVII can be king! What happened to fifteen? Can't write such a novel at the age of fifteen? I tell you explicitly, I didn't write Tides of Darkness, but there are geniuses in this world! Some people are less than fifteen years old, and they write novels that are much better than "Tides of Darkness"! ”

Jiang Zai pushed open the door, his face cold.

He walked up to Princess Kalia, saluted respectfully, then looked at the bard, who was in his forties and dressed in knight's attire, and sneered unceremoniously: "I admit that theatre is a great art, and your favorite opera is one of the greatest in theatre." But before you have even heard a story, deny it and criticize it, where does your confidence come from? Where does your confidence come from? From your shallowness? Or is it from your conceit? ”

These words were-for-tat, Jiang Zai's tone was cold and ruthless, and he was instantly cold.

No one expected that Jiang Zheng would be so sensitive, there was no slick compromise at all, and the criticism of Don Quixote turned his face directly, and Don Quixote's face instantly became more ugly than pork liver.

"Do you know what the four elements of drama are? Do you know the three elements of drama? Do you know what types of drama there are? Do you know what famous plays there are? You don't know anything! Don Quixote still maintained his knightly demeanor, just looked at Jiang Zai and sneered: "Give me your novel, and I will interpret it into a classic!" A classic that has been passed down for thousands of years! ”

-for-tat!

Absolute-for-tat!

The little maid tugged at the corner of Jiang Zai's coat and whispered persuasion, telling him that Don Quixote was the greatest bard of Lordaeron's time. Although he is not as good as the master of Truville, he has also written such famous works as "Gavin Rad Doom" and "The Legend of Soladin", so don't conflict with him.

Princess Kalia smiled lightly and stood aside without speaking. Because he was very curious about Jiang Zai, he always felt that this human boy had a lot of secrets hidden in him, and he was not very old, but he always made people feel like an adult, which was very strange and interesting.

"Classic? A classic that has been passed down for thousands of years? Since when have the word classic become so worthless? Anyone or any work can be called a 'classic'? Jiang Zai said lightly: "You think "Tide of Darkness" is very good, but in my opinion, it is not a classic at all!" A work that can last for centuries and endure is a classic! As for Truville and those you wrote, a hundred years later, who else remembers? But that's it! ”

Classic?

In Jiang Zai's heart, the Four Books and Five Classics are classics, the Bible Diamond Sutra is a classic, Liang Zhu is a classic, and Hamlet is a classic.

Those who can endure 10,000 years of immortality and immortality for thousands of years can be called classics!

Azeroth is a world of many disasters, the culture of this world is far less colorful and culminating than the earth, human beings spend most of their energy on survival, only the night elves and high elves who have existed for 10,000 years are qualified to have the ability to create enduring masterpieces, the foundation of human beings is too thin, the base is not large enough, and the background is too shallow.

Classic!

Jiang Zao's interpretation of the classics made the little maid's heart beat faster, her face crimson, her eyes lit up, and she felt that Nicholas's little brother was so powerful, really amazing! This kind of fearless style fascinated her!

Princess Kalia nodded and shook her head slightly.

These words are nothing, and anyone with a little bit of knowledge can say them, but who can create classics? It's too hard.

And life is short, the average life expectancy of humans in Azeroth is only about fifty years old, and there are many disasters, facing the threat of ogres, orcs, undead and other races everywhere, and survival is the most important thing.

Art?

That's what you're looking for after living and working in peace.

"Cangli knows etiquette, food and clothing are sufficient to know honor and disgrace, and the economic foundation determines the superstructure. Lordaeron has been established for more than 2,000 years, lived and worked in peace and contentment for more than 2,000 years, and has indeed created many good works, but none of them can be called classics. Now I'll show you what a classic is! ”

Jiang Zai walked to the table, picked up the pen and wrote hard.

Hamlet!

This is one of Shakespeare's four great tragedies, and it is also the thickest stroke in the history of Western theater. There are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people, and Jiang Zai has also read Hamlet, and he also has his own understanding.

It doesn't matter.

He was only a transcriber, a communicator, so when he took up the pen, he wrote the words "by Shakespeare" after the title, as he did when he wrote Tides of Darkness.

Because there was a breath in his heart, Jiang Zai wrote very sloppily and quickly, faster than last night.

Don Quixote held his head high like a proud swan, and disagreed with Jiang Zao's hard work: "Hmph, which step of the work is not completed after a thousand tempers? I wrote "The Legend of Soladin" for two years! Truville's Tulayan: Glory of the Light was written for three years! How can you create a classic without delving into hundreds of books in the library and visiting everywhere? You're still too young! ”

Jiang Zai ignored him.

Don Quixote is right, classics do have to go through a thousand tempers, "Dream of Red Mansions" has been added and deleted five times for ten years, and "Hamlet" is not written in a day, but he is not creating, he is just transcribing, that's all.

No need to think.

"Ahh The little maid stood behind Jiang Zheng and watched, and suddenly exclaimed.

"What's wrong?" Princess Kalia asked, confused.

"Her Royal Highness Princess, Her Royal Highness Princess! Nicholas writes so well, really too well! A hundred times better than Tides of Darkness! I've never seen such a good work, it's really good! The little maid spoke incoherently excitedly.

"Better than Tides of Darkness? How can it be! Princess Kalia didn't believe it at all.

She had seen "Tides of Darkness" and knew it was a very good work. She believed that such a work could not be written overnight, and that Nicholas should have finished it long ago, and that the two days were just searched and transcribed from memory.

But it is understandable that a 15-year-old boy can write "Tide of Darkness", after all, it is not a classic, and it is not enough to pass it on. But if he can write better than "Tide of Darkness", then it is not the word "genius" that can describe it.

That's a demon!