Li Xiuyuan's sacrificial text was well written, but it was suddenly ripped away, and even a person with a good temper couldn't help but be a little angry. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"This brother, it doesn't seem that my writing of the sacrifice here has affected you, but your move is a bit excessive. ”

This cow dung Xiucai snorted lightly, "You are also called a sacrificial text, I am doing this for your good, let you not write such a vulgar thing to present to the prefect to be embarrassed, besides, I am a local Xiucai, and you are just a child, do you think that Wencai will be better than me?"

Li Xiuyuan said: "This time writing a sacrificial essay is not a imperial examination, a competition for literary talent. ”

"You don't need to be literary to transcribe the sacrificial text? You are really a bunch of nonsense, how can you impress the Dragon King of Wujiang without literary talent, and how can you show that you are extraordinary without literary talent? Could it be that a person with extraordinary life will be the same as the farmer who is digging in the field?"

This Xiucai's words revealed the taste of conceit, as if he was the person whose life was extremely expensive and could calm the anger of the Dragon King of Wujiang with a piece of sacrifice.

"Well, since you are so confident in this brother, then I want to see if Brother Tai can climb this treasure temple and use this paper sacrifice to calm the anger of the Dragon King of Wujiang. ”

Li Xiuyuan didn't bother to argue with him, snorted lightly, flicked his sleeves and left, too lazy to waste more words with such a person.

This person is the kind of person who is unreasonable, what does he think of writing this sacrificial text?

Is it a competition to show off literary talents and compete for fame and fortune?

It's ridiculous, this Xiucai doesn't understand the current situation at all, and he is still complacent here as a Xiucai, with no one in his eyes, showing off a little so-called literary talent.

Will the Dragon King of Wujiang calm his anger because of your literary brilliance?

It's impossible at all, even if you are only eight buckets high, it is impossible for the Wujiang Dragon King to take a high look, he is looking at the fate.

This time, the last words of the old sacrificial wine after his death were not intended to write sacrificial texts and compete in literary style, but to find people with extremely noble lives.

Obviously, the scholars here will be wrong for granted.

But look at this, there is obviously more than one scholar who will make a mistake, Li Xiuyuan glanced at it and saw a lot of scholars talking about your sacrificial text, how gorgeous the words, and how the true feelings are revealed.

"Most of these scholars are rotten Confucians. Li Xiuyuan shook his head slightly.

No wonder there is a saying since ancient times that Xiucai will not succeed in rebellion for ten years.

Anything can be related to talent, literature, where can this be done.

"Well, let's see what these scholars can toss, it has been raining heavily for several days, and I don't care if I go here for an hour. Li Xiuyuan's face calmed down, and he didn't continue to be annoyed by what happened before.

After a while, a scholar dried the ink and said, "Lord Prefect, Xiaosheng's sacrificial text has been written, and I invite the Lord Prefect to take a look at it." ”

After speaking, he held the sacrificial text and handed it over.

"Well, Lord Ben has a look. ”

The prefect took the sacrificial text and glanced at it, and nodded: "Yes, the words are sincere, and on the grounds of the suffering of all the people, to impress the Dragon King of Wujiang, not bad, but one sacrificial text is not good, but there are other sacrificial texts sent?"

"Yes, I also wrote a memorial to my later life. Another scholar handed over the memorial text.

The prefect took it and looked at it, and then said with a smile: "This sacrificial text is a little worse than the previous one, but it is also sincere and can be retained." ”

The scholar who was commented on was immediately overjoyed when he heard this, and gave a salute to the prefect: "What the prefect said is very true. ”

"Xiaosheng's is also written, and the prefect, please take a look. At this time, Ning Caichen took the pen and immediately sent the sacrificial text.

The prefect also took a look, his eyes lit up, and he said, "This sacrificial text is better than the previous two, and it can be of great use." ”

"Your Excellency, mine has also been written. ”

"The following sacrifice has also been written. ”

For a while, the memorial texts of the scholars in the grass shed said that they had been written, and then they respectfully handed them over, asking the prefect to take a look.

The prefect also took the trouble to look at each sacrificial text one by one, and after the last comment, three sacrificial texts were selected.

"The sacrificial texts written by you are in the public, but these three sacrificial texts are the best. ”

The prefect put the three pieces of the sacrificial text on the table, and then gestured and said: "Please also ask the person who wrote the sacrificial text to climb to the top of the treasure temple with the sacrificial text in his hand, and burn the worship, so as to respond to the words of the sacrificial wine lord, calm the anger of the dragon king, and restore peace to the local area." ”

"Parents have a life, how dare they disobey, and they are willing to go. ”

Ning Caichen was a young man, and hurriedly walked out at this moment, stood in front of his sacrificial text, and arched his hand and said.

"Okay, you are worthy of being a person who has read the books of the sages, and what is your name. The prefect approved: "This prefect practices wine for you." ”

"Late born Ning Caichen. ”

The prefect nodded, raised his glass and handed it to him: "The safety of the people in the whole city is entrusted to you, don't let the people down." ”

Ning Caichen was already a little confused by the prefect's praise at the moment, and immediately took the wine glass and drank it all with excitement: "Please wait a while, Xiaosheng will come when he goes." ”

After speaking, he went to the sacrificial text and strode into the treasure temple, and then climbed all the way up the stairs.

Everyone is watching him leave at this moment, with a little expectation and a little regret.

I hope that this rainstorm will really subside, but unfortunately the first person to climb the treasure temple is not himself.

"Let's hope it's not dangerous. Li Xiuyuan thought secretly in his heart.

After a while.

"Ascended, climbed, that Ning Caichen went to the top of the treasure temple. Suddenly, a scholar watched a figure appear at the top of the treasure temple.

Half of the top of the temple had been torn down, and the altar had been set up, and the incense burner had been prepared, waiting for the scholars to go up and burn incense and pray.

Ning Caichen climbed to the top of the treasure temple panting in the wind and rain at the moment, he glanced nearby, and saw that he was already standing nearly twenty feet high, and suddenly trembled with fright, and his feet trembled.

"That's so high. ”

He felt the urge to lie down, and he didn't even dare to stand up.

This is fear of heights.

However, seeing that there were so many scholars looking at him, including the prefect, Ning Caichen gritted his teeth and trembled and took out the sacrificial text from his arms and prepared to burn it.

But as soon as the sacrificial text was taken out, a gust of wind swept up, and the sacrificial text was blown out in an instant.

"Ah, my sacrificial text. Ning Caichen exclaimed.

The sacrificial text blew out of the treasure temple, was swept into the dark clouds by the wind, and then fell from the sky in the rain and turned into a piece of rotten paper.

"It's a pity, it's a pity, such a good sacrifice will be blown away by the wind. A scholar sighed.

"This is not an ordinary wind, it is the Dragon King of Wujiang who is casting a spell, otherwise this sacrificial text is ignited, and it seems that the scholar that the old sacrificial wine is looking for is not this Ning Caichen. The prefect said with a deep sigh.

He is well-informed, so he naturally knows some things about gods and ghosts.

"There are still two pieces of sacrificial texts, who will go up and try it again?" said the prefect immediately.

"How can a mere child have any extremely expensive life, I'll go. ”

The cow dung show smiled conceitedly, grabbed the sacrificial text, and strode out of the canopy.

When he passed by Li Xiuyuan's side, he snorted lightly, a little sarcastic.

I have to say that this cow dung show is conceited or has the strength of conceit, at least Wen Cai does have some, otherwise he would not have chosen his sacrificial text.

"You're so arrogant, something will happen sooner or later. Li Xiuyuan is not a soft persimmon, and said directly.

Cow dung Xiucai smiled playfully, but said again: "Really, then this boy should take a good look." ”

Several other scholars nearby looked at the two of them, but they also understood that there was a bit of a festival between the two of them before, but they didn't say much at this juncture now, although they knew that it was this cow dung show that was wrong, but now this cow dung show was burdened with heavy lives, and they always needed to tolerate it.

When the cow dung cultivator walked into the treasure temple, he saw Ning Caichen drenched into a soup chicken, and walked back in shame, he didn't say a word, obviously didn't know what to say at this time.

"Guorong, don't be sad, this matter is not something you can solve, let's leave it to someone else. Li Xiuyuan comforted.

"I'm not called Guorong, Xiaosheng is called Ning Caichen......" he retorted weakly.

"Don't worry about the little details. ”

Li Xiuyuan said: "Your sacrificial text was just blown away by the Dragon King of Wujiang, and you are fine, which shows that your life is not bad, but I want to know what will happen to that Xiucai who eats cow dung?"