The winner is decided.

The great debate between Xujiazhuang and the Confucian sects in the world has been decided.

Xujiazhuang won a complete victory.

Regarding such a result, although countless Confucian scholars and Confucian scholars shouted "fake, shady", "there is a problem with the vote", "we did not lose", "we have been tricked, Xu Jiazhuang is despicable and shameless", "this debate is not counted, we have not exerted our real strength", etc., and they are extremely unwilling and unconvinced.

But it didn't work to have a hard mouth.

In the eyes of countless intellectuals who have followed this debate.

In the eyes of countless people from all walks of life in the Ming Dynasty.

In the eyes of the Ming Dynasty and the emperor.

Although a small number of them, unwilling to admit it, cannot accept such an outcome.

But a win is a win, and a loss is a loss.

Everyone has a scale in their hearts, especially the content of the ten debates, which they read and listen to word for word, and they have answers and choices in their hearts.

In short, after this debate.

its impact and impact.

Its inspiration and guidance to the people of all walks of life in the Ming Dynasty.

and even the attack and exposure of the imperial power on the feudal ruling class.

It is by no means something that can be summed up in a few sentences, and its influence on the people's hearts, traditional culture, and Confucianism is extremely huge, and even plays a role in shaping and changing.

This debate conference has deeply affected the entire Ming Dynasty, and its significance cannot be overstated.

One of its meanings is to declare that Xu Jiazhuang's theoretical concept (referred to as 'Xu Xue') has officially become a prominent science, and has the strength to compete with Confucianism.

Qian Chengzhi found that in the past few days, the number of young students who took the initiative to find him and proposed to join 'Xu Xue' has increased explosively.

Dozens of people.

Hundreds of people.

More than a thousand.

The little brother who followed behind him was so much that he couldn't bring it with him.

As a result, every time he went to places such as teahouses and Qinglou painting boats, and faced those Confucian scholars again, it was actually his side that had the advantage in numbers, and he could experience the pleasure of dealing with fewer people with more people and easily gaining the upper hand.

However, on the day of May 5, in the Qinhuai River to visit the largest and most well-known Meixianglou, bumped into a group of Confucian scholars, in order to compete to become the guest of the famous prostitute Zheng Xianglian, the two sides broke out a quarrel PK, Qian Chengzhi, who was previously invincible, was planted today.

"The First Minister of the Ming Dynasty"

Planted a big heel fight.

Because this group of Confucian scholars led by Mao Xiang actually found Xujiazhuang's weakness and hit him Qian Chengzhi's death hole.

Mao Xiang said: "What if you Xu Jiazhuang wins the debate, what you win is just the most simple truth, I am sure that in a certain aspect, you Qian Chengzhi can't win me, and Xu Jiazhuang can't win me combined, I don't believe that we will compare now." ”

"Than what?" Qian Chengzhi asked.

"Compare poetry, compare words, compare Fu, compare piano, compare music, you can compare any aspect you want!" Mao Xiang said confidently.

Qian Chengzhi's heart sank, and he suddenly felt bad, Confucianism can't win on the avenue, and he wants to find a place on the small road like poetry and poetry, and these people seem to have come prepared, as if they were waiting for him here.

"Then let's compare it to poetry!" Qian Chengzhi had to bite the bullet and say, no way, no cowardice, otherwise he would have no face to mix, and in the way of poetry, he felt that his level was acceptable, and he should be able to fight.

But defeated.

The three poems he wrote in a row are far inferior to the three poems written by Mao Xiang.

I had to find out ten people with a good level of poetry writing from the younger brothers behind him, and fought a team battle with these Confucian scholars.

Fiasco.

A humiliating fiasco of ten to zero.

An extremely harsh ridicule sounded in his ears:

"That's it, that's all your poetry level?"

"Hahaha, Xu Jiazhuang is nothing more than that!"

"I knew that I shouldn't debate with Xu Jiazhuang, but I should compare poetry and songs, so that we will win all ten games."

"I can't even write just a few poems, what kind of avenue are you talking about? Hurry up and wash up and sleep. ”

"That's right, the power of a group of businessmen in Xujiazhuang, in addition to making money and counting money, do you make poems, can you write good articles, do you know what is called Lile? I have inherited thousands of years of treasures in China, and Xujiazhuang has not caught a single piece except for silver. ”

"Xujiazhuang, the desert of culture, is no different from the barbarians outside the Saiwai, and dares to call themselves civilized? It's just laughing off big teeth and being cheeky. ”

"That's right, poetry and poetry are called civilization, gold and silver treasures are not civilization, if I have to wait, I would rather feed on poetry and songs than gold and silver treasures!"

Under these ridicule and ridicule, Qian Chengzhi's face was red and he had to flee.

After going back, he learned from the pain, studied behind closed doors, discussed poetry with his concubine Su Ziyu every day, and vowed to write a few masterpieces, which was shameful.

But it was during his retreat.

Beginning on May 6, the "Jiangnan Times" continued to publish several issues of poetry and songs, and issued a shout and challenge to the "Oriental Times", trying its best to belittle Xujiazhuang.

"Xujiazhuang don't call yourself any more civilized, such articles and poems, do you write them up and down in Xujiazhuang?"

"How about comparing poetry and songs? Ten more games, and you can choose the theme of your choice. ”

"Hehe, Xu Jiazhuang is vulgar and unliterate, the stump is broken, he only learns mathematics and physics, and he doesn't understand heaven and reason, such a demonic force will die sooner or later!"

"The context is the same, Xujiazhuang is really a barbarian, no, it is a barbarian outside the Saiwai, and there are also a few masterpieces circulating, Xujiazhuang is not even as good as a barbarian."

"Such a barbarian, what if you are lucky enough to win a few games, after all, you can't get on the stage, and you can't compare to Huanghuang Avenue."

The Confucian scholars suddenly elevated the poetry and song to the level of representing the avenue of civilization.

Ask to compare poetry and songs with Xujiazhuang, and even take the initiative to humble some of them, so I asked Xujiazhuang if he dared to compare, does he have this strength?

Weakness.

Xujiazhuang's weakness was finally exposed.

The fatal problem of insufficient cultural heritage was finally found by the Confucian scholars, and then it was a beating, entangled to death, shouting and challenging every day, and wantonly ridiculing Xujiazhuang as a barbarian.

In the face of such an attack.

The intellectuals who supported Xu Jiazhuang were of course very unconvinced, and they were about to write poems and lyrics to fight back, but they soon became depressed.

No, the level is really not good, good works need inspiration, talent and long-term study, Xujiazhuang's cultural heritage is too shallow, usually busy making money, no one specializes in poetry and songs, the level is naturally not enough, once it is released, it will only be laughed at and generous, and it will be slapped in the face.

The field of poetry and poetry, but it is the professional field of Confucian scholars, it is a perennial study and hard training of skills, in the face of Xujiazhuang does have a crushing advantage, Xujiazhuang The probability of winning is zero.

But he had to let the Confucian scholars be so arrogant, provocative, and belittle and ridicule every day, Xu Jiazhuang could only be helpless?

……

It's May 15th.

Nanjing, Jiangnan Hall, in the retreat hall.

Qian Chengzhi held a brush in his hand, still buried in his head, racking his brains to conceive poems, the waste manuscripts on the table were several palms high, and the paper balls crumpled on the ground were even more numerous, I don't know how much paper was wasted.

But Qian Chengzhi's eyes were red, his eyes were bloodshot, and countless brain cells died, and he couldn't write a good work, all of them were rubbish.

In the retreat hall, the same is true for hundreds of young students, who have been in retreat for more than ten days, racking their brains to conceive poems, but it is difficult to write masterpieces, which does not mean that these young people are not talented, but in the past thousands of years, excellent poems have been written, and it is extremely difficult to bring forth the new, and there is very little room for play, and without extremely high talent and inspiration, they cannot write a few masterpieces in their lifetime.

"Husband, I wrote a "Dream Order" here, how about you take a look?" The little concubine Su Ziyu came over and handed a piece of paper with a beautiful font to Qian Chengzhi.

"I'll see."

Qian Chengzhi took it and looked at it, his brows couldn't help but stretch, yes, the writing is very good, the level is much higher than him, it can barely be regarded as a masterpiece, but he shook his head and said: "It's not enough, only such a song is not enough, there must be at least ten or dozens of masterpieces, before you can barely pull back a game, otherwise you will definitely lose, and you will still be regarded as a barbarian." ”

"President, President Qian!"

At this time, a staff member of the guild hall rushed into the retreat hall, holding a piece of paper with a lot of printed words in his hand, ran to Qian Chengzhi and said: "President, look at this, it was just sent from the telegraph station of the headquarters, and it was all written by a person named Wen Copyist. ”

"Wen Copy, Lord Zhuang?"

Qian Chengzhi was stunned, reached out and took the printer paper, and roughly scanned it, and immediately the whole person was stunned.

Then two lines of hot tears flowed down, and the body began to tremble, and it became more and more violent.

"Husband, what's wrong with you?" The little concubine Su Ziyu discovered his abnormality and asked with concern.

"Hahaha!"

Qian Chengzhi suddenly laughed maniacally: "The owner of the village wrote it, this must be written by the owner of the village, I know that he has this ability, only he can write such a world-shattering work, and only the owner of the village can bring countless miracles." "Fanatic, at this moment he became extremely fanatical, as if he had become a brainless fan.

"Husband~" Su Ziyu is anxious, her husband won't be crazy, right?

However, when Qian Chengzhi handed the printing paper in his hand to her and asked her to look at it, Su Ziyu's performance was not much better, and her pretty face quickly turned red.

Spring Snow in the Garden

The scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting. Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, only reckless; Up and down the river, suddenly lost and surging. Mountain dance silver snake, the original Chi wax elephant, want to be higher than the heavenly public test. It must be a sunny day, and look at the red dress, which is extraordinarily enchanting. There are so many delicate rivers and mountains, leading countless heroes to bend their waists. Regret the Qin Emperor and Han Wu, slightly lose the literary style; Tang Zong and Song Zu are slightly less coquettish. A generation of Tianjiao, Genghis Khan, only knows how to bend the bow and shoot the wither. All the past, count the romantic characters, and look at the present!

"Waves of Sand: Yangtze River"

Heavy rain falls on Youyan, white waves are surging, and fishing boats outside Chongming Island. I can't see an ocean, who do you know?

The past is more than a thousand years, Wei Wu whipped the whip, and there is a posthumous chapter in the east of Jieshi. The bleak autumn wind is now again, and the world has changed.

"Water Tune Song Head: Seaside"

He drank the water of the Yangtze River and ate fish from the East China Sea. Thousands of miles of waves are crossed, and the eyes are full of joy. Regardless of the wind and waves, it is better than a leisurely stroll, and today you have to be free. The son said on the river: The deceased is like Sifu! The wind moves, the turtle and snake are quiet, and the ambition is ambitious. A bridge flies north and south, and the moat becomes a thoroughfare. Want to erect the stone wall of the Xijiang River, cut off the clouds and rain of Wushan, and the high gorge out of the Ping Lake. The goddess should be unharmed, and the world should be shocked.

"Fortune Operator: Yongmei"

Wind and rain send spring back......

Wait a minute.

There are ten poems in total.

Each capital is magnificent, the pattern is magnificent, it is shocking, and it cannot be calmed down for a long time.

Even through the content of these poems, we can see what type of person the author is, what kind of person is the person, and what kind of person is the person who can write such poems.

So when Qian Chengzhi copied and circulated these ten works.

A feeding frenzy.

The entire retreat hall was filled with frenzied cheers, all reciting these works aloud, and becoming more and more adoring and excited.

"When such poems come out, who in the world dares to compete?"

"Xujiazhuang is right, Xujiazhuang will never be defeated!"

"This is civilization, a more brilliant, more dynamic civilization!"

"My husband has decided, I swear to follow Xujiazhuang to the death, I will never regret it, and I will never change!"

"Me too!"

Naturally, after these ten poems spread in the city of Nanjing, the shock effect among the literati sub-group was no less than that of the previous debate conference.