"The sun is at the end of the mountain, and the Yellow River flows into the sea."

Guan Xingren nodded lightly, "It should be written about the scenery you see when you climb the building...... The scene is magnificent and majestic. ”

Continue to look down, "If you want to be poor, go to the next level." ”

Guan Xingren's eyes suddenly widened, "This ......"

The first time I read these two poems, it seemed that I just wrote the process of climbing the stairs in a straightforward manner, but after savoring it, Guan Xingren's heartbeat couldn't help but speed up a little.

The poem ...... Disastrous! ”

looked at the poems that had been copied next to him, Guan Xingren put all these poems aside, and began to transcribe the poem "Ascending the Ninth Floor" word by word.

An indescribable emotion crept through the heart.

Especially the last two sentences, they are constantly echoing in my mind, at first they are just like human voices in my ears, and then they are almost deafening.

It seems that it took all the strength of the whole body to copy this poem.

Guan Xingren's hands trembled, his eyes were red, and he seemed to have a thousand words to say in his heart.

If you want to be poor, go to the next level.

How much hope does 'desire to be poor' and 'go up' contain? How much longing?

Without experiencing hardship firsthand, you can't truly feel the deep desire for a better future.

Guan Xingren put down the brush in his hand, got up suddenly, and buried his head in the cold and biting water.

He is not one of those masters who stands in the clouds, Wenzong, and he can't even enter the academy.

He's just a nine-rank scribe struggling at the bottom.

Hit the Wensheng list? I can only think about it in my heart, and I don't even have the courage to say it to the outside world.

Because once you say it, it will only make people laugh.

Those amazing talents, those masters Wenzong, wantonly squandered on the list of literary saints, set off stormy waves, attracted the admiration of the world, and tens of millions of scribes were impressed.

And he, without top-notch talents, even in the county school, belongs to the mediocre group, and can only rely on the soup and water flowing from other people's fingers, barely cultivating.

But what literati doesn't want to scold Fang Xuan? Don't want to show the world?

The cold water was like ice, Guan Xingren got up slowly, gasping for breath, and the water droplets on his face kept slipping down.

"That's the poem."

Guan Xingren focused his attention on the name of the poet.

Too white.

A name I've never heard of!

Come from...... White Deer Academy!

Guan Xingren forcibly suppressed the excitement in his heart and sat back at the desk, "The other poems are not important, I only concentrate on interpreting this poem." ”

"Even I can see why this poem is so low?"

Guan Xingren shook his head puzzled, added lamp oil, and began to interpret patiently.

I also want to see the scenery further afield.

Eight, seven, and even six!

Taibai, I don't have your amazing talent, but I won't give up.

Maybe you'll be famous soon, but I promise you'll go up one step at a time.

Maybe one day, I will be able to thank you personally.

Thank you for this poem!

Guan Xingren's heart was agitated, and there was finally a line of tears falling from the corners of his eyes.

I'll take it to the next level, definitely!

……

Early the next morning,

Guan Xingren cleaned up the messy papers on the desk, left the last page of the review article, washed his face with cold water, and left the house in a hurry.

Wait early at the teahouse that you agreed with your classmates.

When the tea in front of him was cold, he replaced it with a pot again, and his classmates came one after another.

"Why is Brother Guan so early today?"

"It seems that Brother Guan stayed up all night last night."

There were six people in total, sitting around the table.

Guan Xingren's face was haggard at this time, but his eyes were extraordinarily bright.

He took out the evaluation article he had sorted out from his arms, "Yesterday's Wensheng List, have you gained anything?" ”

As soon as this question came out, the other six people immediately opened the conversation.

"I've picked seven songs here, and maybe there's a chance that they will be on the list in January." One of them took out a poem he had copied.

"I picked ten songs, and although there is no master Wenzong on the January Wensheng List, there are many of them of high quality."

"That's right, the top 50 rankings have changed too quickly this time, and I picked five songs with the fastest upward momentum, even if the tide of competition for the fifth year begins, there is a chance to stay on the Wensheng list."

……

Guan Xingren looked at a few classmates, "Which one do you value the most?" ”

These six people are obviously ready for a long time,

"This poem "Inscription Stone Forest Tablet" was written by the students of Songyue Academy, and now it has risen to the thirteenth."

"My song "Yongdai" here is also good, and now it is ranked seventeenth."

"'Green Pine', which is ranked third, is magnificent, and I think it will soon rise to the first place."

Several people gossiped and expressed their own opinions.

Guan Xingren was also nodding, these poems, he also copied them last night, they are indeed of high quality.

A few people said, looking at Guan Xingren, "Brother Guan, which one did you choose?" ”

The paper in Guan Xingren's hand was spread out, ""Ascend to the Ninth Floor." ”

As soon as the name of the poem came out, several people looked at each other.

"Brother Guan, the top fifty don't seem to have this poem, right? Where did you pick this out? ”

"There is no point in ranking behind, as soon as the tide of competition for the fifth year comes, the top 50 will basically be cleaned."

"The current top fifty will become the last fifty when the time comes, and if you pick the back one now, it will be brushed down directly when the time comes, which makes no sense."

Several people summoned their respective documents to check what Guan Xingren said about "Ascending the Ninth Floor".

When they saw the rankings, they all looked at Guan Xingren incredulously,

"This poem was written by a student of Bailu Academy, and I am afraid that it has begun to exert its strength at the beginning of the list, and today it is the second year of junior high school, and it is only ranked 93rd."

"There's not much of a chance, let's not waste time on this poem."

Guan Xingren shook his head and said lightly, "I have already worshiped the literary name." ”

As soon as these words came out, the tea table suddenly fell silent, and the six of them stared at Guan Xingren together, full of shock.

Worship the name of the text, the first worship word, it is okay to say worship, and there is nothing wrong with saying that it is willing to worship the wind.

It means that on the list of the saints of the month, this poem convinces me.

It doesn't matter if you say it, but when it comes to worshipping the name of the text, it means that it is closely related to the poem.

The higher the ranking of the poem, the more additional literary rewards can be obtained by the scribe who worships the literary name.

But once the poem is off the list, the scribes who worship the name of the poem will lose their literary spirit, and at worst, the literary palace will be turbulent, and even the literary palace may be affected.

It is related to the future and fate of scribes, and ordinary scribes do not dare to worship the name of the scribe at all.

Unless it is the master Wenzong's shot, it will attract many scribes to worship the name of the scholar, after all, such a person, even if he does not have a high ranking, he will not fall off the list, and the quality is guaranteed.

This is also the reason why those masters of Wenzong, even if they don't rely on the academy Guozijian, can still hit the Wensheng list.

Worshipping the name of the text can help the poem gather more fame.

It's like publicizing a poem in public and spreading it to 100 people, among these 100 people, there may be only ten people who are really impressed, and these ten people are the basis for the fame of the Wensheng List.

And worshipping the name of the scholar represents that a scribe is willing to gamble with his future and fate, and a worship of the name of the scholar can be worth hundreds of people.

The two are not the same.

And now, Guan Xingren, who is most known for his steadiness and steadfastness, actually worships the name of the text, and he worships the name of the poem that is only ranked 93rd.

Everyone in the room was stunned.

You can't be so enthusiastic with your blood.

"Brother Guan, are you crazy? It's already very hard for us to accumulate culture on weekdays, so why do we need to do such unwise things? ”

"Even if you worship the name of the text, you have to wait for the tide of the fifth year of the junior high school to find a master-level existence, although you will get less literary tone, but at least it will not eat yourself."

"Brother Guan, you are too anxious, although the lower the ranking, worship the literary name, and when the Wensheng List is settled, the more literary rewards you will get, but this is too risky."

……

The concern of several people is beyond words, everyone is a classmate, and they are also friends with each other, and they don't want to see Guan Xingren endanger his future because of impulsiveness.

Guan Xingren summoned Wen Zheng, and everyone looked at it and sighed, it was too late.

Guan Xingren's inscription is clearly engraved with the title of the poem "Ascending the Ninth Floor".

"You don't need to panic, you take a closer look at the poems, I believe in your own vision."

For Guan Xingren, once he fails to worship Wenming, most of the literary energy he has accumulated may be lost, and it may even endanger the Wen Palace.

But he has no regrets.

When the six people heard this, they didn't say more, and carefully read this poem that made Guan Xingren "lose his heart and go crazy".

After a while, there was silence on the tea table, and only the gradual heavy wheezing of these people could be heard.

"This ...... It seems to be simple and simple, but for some reason, it makes my heart flutter. ”

"I also feel this way, the first time I read it, I only feel average, but the more I read, the more I can feel the high spirit contained in it."

Guan Xingren pointed to the paper he had spread out,

"This is a review article that I spent three hours writing last night, but I can only decipher the superficial meaning."

"The deeper level of things is no longer visible at my level."

"In my opinion, in January, this poem is likely to soar into the sky."

Several people let out a long breath,

"It is indeed possible to soar to the sky, even if the tide of competition for the fifth year comes, you can break into the top 50."

"Top fifty? January is not a big month for the list, only a very small number of masters Wenzong will make a move, and this song "Ascending the Ninth Floor" is at least written by master-level characters, and the top fifty are more than one. ”

"Master? This Taibai is a name that has never appeared before, this name appears for the first time on the Wensheng list, which of those masters has not left at least five poems in the top thirty on the Wensheng list? ”

"I'm surprised, this poem was obviously written by a student of the academy, and the quality is so high, why is it only ranked ninety-third? It shouldn't be. ”

"I feel that I really have to exert myself like other college students, and this song "Ascending the Ninth Floor" can reach the top ten!"

"This is too white, I'm afraid it's another fledgling, and it's comparable to a master-level amazing talent!"

……

Guan Xingren drank the tea that was already cold in front of him in one gulp,

"I suspect that Taibai didn't mobilize any academy power at all, just put up a name, otherwise this poem would have been left until the tide of competition for the fifth year of junior high school."

Everyone nodded, there was only this possibility.

One couldn't help but say a foul word,

"Academy? I feel that even if Taibai writes it in the pigsty, this poem will be on the holy list. ”