I Am Sanctified By Writing Books

"The thin moon is like a hook, and each strip becomes round, like a woven round fan. Wonderful, these two poems alone are enough to prove that this young man is definitely not a mediocrity!" Among the crowd, someone sighed in a low voice. , he was afraid that the loud voice would interrupt Chu He's poetic train of thought.

"That's right, I dare say, just for these two sentences, there are very few Confucian scholars present who can compare with this young master!" Someone spoke highly of Chu He.

And Liu Ruyun's originally smiling face also froze.

He didn't expect that the two poems written by this guy would be so amazing!

Listening to the evaluation of the poems written by Chu He by the Confucian scholars around, Liu Ru had a bad feeling in her heart.

"Impossible? This guy should be just a Confucian scholar, otherwise why wouldn't he even dare to participate in this poetry competition?" Liu Ruyun didn't expect that Chu He didn't participate in the poetry competition because no one could. It just piqued his interest.

But Liu Ruyun actually ran up to him and made a mockery of him, so Chu He naturally wouldn't spoil him, and made a move on the spot.

"A thin shadow will be round and round, and it can be seen from several places in the world."

With the completion of the next two sentences, the hall of Yunyue Tower gradually became quiet, and everyone was quietly savoring the lines.

"This young master is simply a great talent. With just a few strokes, he has expressed all the fullness of the moon's ups and downs!"

"That's right, not only ordinary people can clearly understand the meaning of this poem, but even Confucian scholars like us can appreciate it.

"This poem is not as gorgeous as Liu Ruyun's, but it is refreshing!"

"Liu Ruyun might overturn this time!"

After experiencing the initial silence, the Confucian scholars began to discuss this poem one after another.

Liu Ruyun next to him looked extremely ugly, looking at the Confucian scholars as if he didn't exist, wantonly comparing the poems of the two, and most of them were praising the poems written by that guy, as for those who praised themselves, it was simply It is very few.

Now, anyone with a discerning eye knows that Chu He's poems have completely surpassed Liu Ruyun's poems.

"Young master, you should put your name on the poem!" Someone shouted from the crowd.

"That's right, young master, if you don't title this poem, it would be a waste of money!" Everyone followed suit.

Chu He didn't refuse either, and directly wrote the title of the poem "Moon" on the top of the poem, and left the word "White Dragon" where the words were signed.

"boom--"

Looking at the inscription left by Chu He, a large amount of literary spirit erupted from the entire white paper, and every word on it was filled with traces of literary spirit, although there was no such thing as the one that aroused the visionary phenomenon before. There was a lot of movement at the time, but it also attracted everyone's attention.

"My God, with such a strong spirit of writing, I'm afraid it's not far from triggering the vision of writing!" There are still some well-informed people in the crowd.

A poem written by Chu He on the spot can actually arouse the gathering of Wen Dao Qi. Although there is still a long way to go to trigger the vision of Wen Dao, it is already a remarkable thing in their eyes.

"Wait, look at the signature of the young master!" At this time, the sharp-eyed person saw clearly the signature left by Chu He, and finally reacted.

One sentence attracted everyone's attention, and everyone set their eyes on the place where the signature was signed on the white paper, only to see the "White Dragon" shining brightly.

No one thought that the young man in white with aloof temperament in front of him turned out to be the recently widely circulated White Dragon!

"What? He turned out to be the legendary Young Master Bailong?"

"It's no wonder that you can be so indifferent after arousing such a strong literary spirit. It turns out that it has been done before!"

"As expected of Mr. Bailong! It's so easy to arouse the spirit of Wen Dao!"

Everyone praised Chu He one after another, and at the same time, Liu Ruyun's face turned pale with anger.

I thought this guy was just an ordinary Confucian scholar, but I didn't expect that this guy turned out to be the famous Bailong!

Looking at the white paper with traces of literary spirit, Liu Ruyun's eyes flashed with jealousy.

When I was in the capital, I had to get together with the three at the right time and place, and I had to go through a long time of conception and drafting before I could complete a poem that could gather literary spirit, which can be said to be rare.

In this way, my teacher also said that I am a rare literary genius.

But the white dragon in front of him, not only can he easily compose a work that gathers literary spirit, but also the literary spirit is thicker than himself!

What's more, this Bailong had another work that could arouse the vision of Wen Dao before!

Although it's nothing to say about Bailong all the time in his mouth, he knows very well in his heart that he is definitely not as good as Bailong!

His painstaking work is not as good as Bai Long's impromptu work, which makes Liu Ruyun, a genius who has been praised since childhood, very uncomfortable.

"By the way, if that's the case, doesn't it mean that the poetry leader of this poetry competition...will...change it?"

Suddenly, someone in the crowd said something, and the people who were communicating were quiet for an instant, and they looked at Liu Ruyun in unison.

Liu Ruyun's eyes darkened, and he almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

This time, you really shot yourself in the foot with a stone. Don't you think it's not good for you to follow up the stairs honestly? Maybe we can have a spring evening with Xue Feifei.

It's all right now, not only the poet who got it was taken away, but even the beauty who should be her has to share a room with other men.

And it was me who caused all of this!

Liu Ruyun really wanted to give herself a slap, so that she would have nothing to worry about. If she had gone upstairs earlier, she might have been chatting with Xue Feifei by now.

Liu Ruyun was very unwilling.

The little bookboy next to him saw his young master's expression and knew what was going on in his heart.

Quickly jumped out, and said loudly: "This doesn't count! Didn't the poetry leader of this poetry competition be determined long ago? You all admitted it yourself, it is my young master! How can this be changed at will?"

Everyone looked at this annoying book boy, and they even objected to Liu Ruyun becoming the top poet of this poetry competition.

And Liu Ruyun watched her little book boy fighting for the title of poetry champion for herself, but she also remained silent.

He doesn't want to give up the title of Poetry Chief, although he doesn't like this title, it is not as useful to him as the title of Confucian disciple, what he likes is to be alone with Xue Feifei tonight One bedroom opportunity!