Within half an hour, each wrote a poem, and then the score was judged.

If it's a normal literary fight, this is naturally very fair, the subject matter is the same, the time limit is the same, and it's their own talents.

And writing poetry is very difficult, it needs enough literary support, and at the same time, it also needs inspiration.

After all, not everyone is Li Taibai, who can write poems like springs, write poems like urine insipidus, write poems wherever he goes, and leave thousands of poems, and there are many that have not been recorded, and it is estimated that a literati can only write one or two poems in his life for future generations to sing.

But the problem is that after returning to his seat, Li Liangjin immediately picked up his pen and began to write poems, without thinking about it at all.

"Sure enough, he is already prepared, but this is understandable, if he wants to ensure the first victory, he will naturally make himself the most advantageous position, but this is not a shameful thing, but he has been prepared, and I also have Wen Copyist in charge, how can I defeat him. Li Xiuyuan said secretly.

I began to recall some of the knowledge I had brought to this world in my mind.

Sure enough, when the book is used, there is less hatred.

After recalling it, I really don't remember much of the poems in my mind, they are all some famous passages through the ages, but can this thing be taken out?

It's not right, and if it doesn't correspond, it will only add to the joke.

Ancient scholars were not fools.

Li Liangjin immediately smiled when he saw Li Xiuyuan holding his head and frowning and thinking: "This martial artist is really literary, looking at his frowning and thoughtful appearance, I know that he can't write poetry." ”

"Yes, how can a mere martial artist have any literary brilliance. ”

"You won the first game, Brother Li, but this person's talent is so low, I think he should be able to win the second game smoothly. The scholar next to him immediately touted.

But he just suppressed his voice and praised it, and he didn't dare to say it too loudly.

Lest you be remembered by that Li Xiuyuan, and you will be scolded again, and you can't scold it back, this guy has a book of life and death in his hand, and he knows all the bad things you have done.

Going-for-tat with him will only not please him.

After all, who hasn't done something wrong?

Meng Xi, who was upright and confident before, wasn't he also made by Xiaolian vomit blood and faint, beat his chest and cry bitterly?

"My poem has been written, I don't know where your poem is now?" Li Liangjin put down the ink pen at this time, blew the handwriting on it, and then stood up and smiled.

"It doesn't seem like it's been half an hour, you're in a hurry. Li Xiu said from afar.

Li Liangjin said: "Although the hour has not arrived, but I am reminding you, don't delay time here knowing that you will lose, it is better to hurry up and compete in the next game, your martial artist makes me disgusted, and Young Master Ben can't wait to see you." ”

"You should be glad to see me, because I stopped your evil deeds and saved you from a lot of revenge, if I don't stop you today, he will be Hu Han, the third sister of the fox, and many fox spirits, will definitely make you live in peace, maybe it is not impossible for your family to be ruined. Li Xiuyuan said.

"Hmph, alarmist, as a scholar, there is no shame in having a mouth full of gods and ghosts. Li Liangjin snorted lightly.

Li Xiuyuan said with a smile, "You are disgusted with gods and ghosts, but you are holding two beautiful fox girls, enjoying it incomparably, knowing and doing differently, it is really hypocritical, a reader pays attention to an honest and trustworthy person, you are full of hypocrisy and lies, this is also worthy of being a reader?"

Li Liangjin's face was gloomy again, and he didn't know how to refute this Li Xiuyuan.

"The god seat has been made. At this time, Hu Han walked in, holding a tablet in his hand.

It reads "The Divine Seat of Wenqu Junxing"

This is a very simple body position, but as long as the god is purely in the world, if someone worships his god, even if it is a simple offering, the god will know.

"Very good, please also ask the old man to put the god on the main seat, Wenqu Xing is the judge this time, and he is the god in charge of Wenyun, so he should be respected. Li Xiu said from afar.

Hu Han nodded, put the divine seat on the main seat and retreated.

"Now that the god is in place, why don't you see your poems?" asked Li Liangjin.

"That's it, don't worry. Li Xiuyuan already thought of a poem in his mind, and immediately put pen to paper.

The pen walked the dragon and snake, and immediately splashed the ink and waved, without a trace of mud and water.

He has a manuscript in his heart, and he has a copy of the text in his head to see whose poems are better.

Li Liangjin couldn't help but be stunned when he saw that he had finished writing a poem in a moment, and couldn't help but guess, could it be that he also had a manuscript?

Or was it foretold in his book of life and death?

Thinking of this, Li Liangjin's heart couldn't help but sink, feeling that this matter might not be so smooth.

In fact, he thought too much, Li Xiuyuan has a habit of flipping through the book of life and death, that is, he will not read things related to himself, because it is very simple, but everything that is involved with him is full of variables, that is, it is difficult to record even the book of life and death.

Therefore, this competition does not exist in Li Liangjin's fate.

"I don't know where your poems are, why don't you read them out and listen to them?" Li Xiuyuan gestured.

Li Liangjin glanced at him coldly, then calmed down slightly and said, "Since that's the case, then you martial artist should listen up." ”

"The world is clear with literature, and the world is shocked by a piece of paper. ”

"Inside the Jinbei Jade Zhanqiong Building, the general listened to the horse in front of the door. ”

"Okay, good poem, good sentence in front of the general, Brother Li has lofty ambitions, and wants to rule the world with poetry, he is really a model for my generation. Immediately, a scholar clapped his hands and praised him.

"This poem is violent, with the world in mind, I might as well wait. Another scholar also touted it.

Li Liangjin smiled slightly, and then said: "My poems have been read, I don't know where your martial arts poems are?"

His poems are really cleverly written, with the text of the imperial martial arts, to calm the world, even the generals have to listen to the orders in front of his door, and at the same time, he also secretly scolded Li Xiuyuan, a martial artist, who will be dispatched by him, a prince and a descendant, to say that it is ugly, he is a dog in front of his door.

It is not only to write poetry, but also to scold.

Regardless of whether this Li Liangjin has a manuscript or not, this poem that is suitable for the situation alone is enough to see that his literary talent is indeed not low, after all, even if it is a manuscript, it must be able to be written before.

does have some ability, no wonder he is so arrogant.

"This poem..... Not bad indeed. Hu Han's face also changed slightly.

Although it is simple, it has a kind of pride that a disciple of the family should have, and it is indeed not written by an ordinary scholar, even if it is written, without his courage, it will fall behind.

"This first game was won by Li Gongzi. Hu Hei also stroked his beard and laughed, thinking that the belonging of this green mountain was more certain.

After winning the first game, the next two games are much safer.

Li Xiuyuan stood up at this time and said: "Your literary talent is indeed very good, but you are too arrogant, you look high everywhere, look down on martial artists, look down on the poor people, there is a famous saying in the previous dynasty, the king is like a boat, the people are like water, water can carry a boat, and it can also overturn a boat." Don't you understand the truth that the ancients knew?"

"Hugh said that these are useless, where are your poems?" Li Liangjin snorted lightly; "Everyone understands the big truth, and the key is to rely on real talent and real learning." ”

"That's right, my poems have already been written, and since you want to hear them, then I'll read them to you, and you can listen to them. ”

Li Xiuyuan opened his mouth and said: "The swallow bird has no dignity and humility, and the prince of cloth has a glass of wine." ”

"I am a Dapeng bird in the clouds, but I refuse to fly because the sky is low. ”

"Good, well written, a good sentence of the bird's nest and the bird have no dignity, and the prince of cloth has a glass of wine. ”

Hu Han also immediately slapped the table and shouted, giving Li Xiuyuan a strong voice.

But it is useless to praise the quality of the poem, Li Xiuyuan just smiled faintly, and then looked at Li Liangjin calmly, his literary talent is not low, and the quality of the poem can be appreciated.

Sure enough, Li Liangjin's lips moved slightly after hearing this, and he silently recited a few words in his heart, and his face changed slightly.

Because he found that Li Xiuyuan's poems were not bad, and he was even more equal, especially in the first sentence, the bird's nest and the bird have no dignity, and the prince of cloth has a glass of wine.

This meaning is very simple, it is said that there is no distinction between dignity and inferiority among people in the world, whether it is the people in cloth or the princes, in the end it is just a glass of wine in front of the grave, although it seems to have a bit of the meaning of equality of all beings in the Buddhist family, but in fact it is also scolding him as a prince and descendant, scolding himself for being just a cup of sacrificial wine after death, what is the difference between ordinary people?

And in the second sentence, I am a Dapeng bird in the clouds, but I refuse to fly because the sky is low, which shows that Li Xiuyuan's ambitions are high.

If you don't, you're already a blockbuster ambition.

is proud and ambitious, no less than his own general's door.

"This poem, this poem ......" The two scholars next to him hesitated at the moment, not daring to judge randomly.

Li Liangjin's poems are not bad, and Li Xiuyuan's poems are not bad.

Even in a certain moral sense, Li Xiuyuan is more far-reaching and rich in connotation, maybe Li Xiuyuan should be better.

But can that be said?

No.

After all, they are friends with Li Liangjin, and they have enjoyed the hospitality of the fox girl when they come here, how can they say that Li Xiuyuan is good at this time.

"How, whose poetry is better?" asked Li Xiuyuan.

Li Liangjin also had an undiminished momentum, and said: "How can I say more, naturally my son's poems are better, this sentence is that you lost." ”

Li Xiuyuan smiled: "I didn't ask you, because you will definitely say that your poems are better, I just asked a few friends behind you, hoping that they don't speak with a clear conscience." ”

"This, this, it's hard to say. One of the scholars sneered.

"Since it's hard to say, let's ask Wen Quxing to judge. Li Xiuyuan said: "After all, the previous preparation was to prevent this from happening. ”

"Yes, to show justice, let the gods in the sky judge, but you also have to invite Wenqu Xing down, if you can't invite down, how will this game be counted?" Li Liangjin said.

Li Xiuyuan said, "If you can't ask for it, use the second method, I know it in my heart, I guarantee fairness and justice, if there is any injustice, I can admit defeat." ”

"That's what you said, don't regret it when the time comes. Li Liangjin said.

"You don't have to owe money when the time comes. Li Xiuyuan smiled.

After saying that, he walked over, took out three sticks of incense from the ghost king's cloth bag, and lit them in front of the god's throne.