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Since ancient times, there has been no first in literature and no second in martial arts.
The competition between literati is different from that between martial artists. In a competition, you only need to beat the opponent to pieces to lose. However, literati are arrogant and disobey each other, so literati always look down upon each other.
No matter how talented you are, as long as you refuse to admit that your opponent is stronger, there is nothing anyone can do. However, with judges, you can tell the difference for a moment.
As soon as the odds of the stalls opened by Piaoxianglou for talented people were announced, everyone was talking about it. According to the display, there were only fifteen people participating in the event.
As soon as the stalls opened, everyone voted for the one they thought had the best chance of winning.
Of course, Chang Sun Chong, Cui Pu, and Lu Kangping had the most followers, so Piaoxianglou had to lower their odds again.
Many literati were unconvinced, thinking that they were no worse than them, and formed gangs to support themselves.
Even though the odds are the highest, Yang Fan's stall is the most deserted. After all, in the eyes of these nobles, he is a rude stick.
How can a guy who only talks with his fists write good poetry? Haha...who would believe it.
Seeing the number of people supporting him to win the championship rising steadily, it showed that his talent was recognized by most people in the scholar community. Changsun Chong couldn't help but feel confident, as if he had a chance to win.
Moreover, he felt that he was in good condition for the lyrics he had just composed, and of course he was even more proud, so he directly bet 2,000 yuan on himself to win the championship.
Looking back at Yang Fan's stall, there was no one there. He couldn't help laughing and jokingly said: "Uncle Zhongyi, there is no one at your stall, why don't someone throw a copper coin for you to support the scene."
"Since Changsun Shaoqing wants to make money, then invest more. If you invest so much on yourself, don't lose even your pants later. You may be able to get some capital back..." After taking a sip of wine, Yang Fan was not in a hurry. Don't hesitate to speak.
Who doesn't know how to talk nonsense? When the tide goes out, you will find out who is swimming naked.
Seeing that Yang Fan was still so stubborn even now, Changsun Chong snorted and said nothing more.
Fang Yiai and the others on the side felt even more worried when they saw Changsun Chong's popularity.
In just a short while, the money to buy Changsun Chong to win the championship was 30,000 yuan, and it was still growing. Cui Pu and Lu Kangping followed closely behind.
"What? You don't think so highly of someone?" Yang Fan glared at Fang Yiai and the others.
If they hadn't just looked like they were complaining about women, I wouldn't have written any poems, these traitors.
"I had some confidence before, but now..." Fang Yiai replied with a bitter face.
And Cheng Chumo said even more heartlessly: "Brother Yishan, although I don't think you will win, as a brother I still support you mentally and buy 10 coins... In addition, if Changsun Chong wants to bet alone, if Brother Yishan If you want to take it, the brothers can help you share the share." Then Fang Yiai and others also invested ten thousand dollars.
Seeing how many people looked at death as if they were dead, they obviously thought he was a loser, but it was still a sign of loyalty that he was willing to help share the bet.
So he glanced at a few people with a half-smile and said: "For the sake of your loyalty, I advise you to vote more and don't regret it after a while."
Whether they have wealth or not depends on their courage!
But Fang Yiai and the others shook their heads like drums, obviously not believing what he said.
Yang Fan curled his lips and did not try to persuade him again, but secretly cursed him as a fool.
Observing that a total of nearly 200,000 copper coins were invested in other stalls, Yang Fan couldn't help but secretly cursed that these second-generation people were really rich.
After some calculations, I directly invested 10,000 yuan on myself, planning to hollow out the prize pool at the stall, and use the rest as the hard work of Piaoxianglou.
But what I didn't expect was that Xiao Shiyun also voted 1,000 yuan.
When the old bustard announced that betting was closed, he turned to Chang Sun Chong and Yang Fan and asked: "The opening of the stall this time was due to a dispute. Do you still need to bet alone? Piaoxianglou is the guarantee."
Seeing that nearly 40% of the people voted for him, Changsun Chong's self-confidence greatly increased, and he said contemptuously: "Uncle Zhongyi, don't say that so-and-so bullied you, as long as you say in front of everyone that your poems are worse than so-and-so, so-and-so can forget about it. As if nothing happens."
"Chang Sun Shaoqing, don't say that so-and-so bullied you. As long as you say in front of everyone that your poems are worse than so-and-so, so-and-so can forget about it and pretend that nothing happened." Yang Fan returned Chang Sun Chong's words exactly as they were.
Seeing that Yang Fan actually mistook his 'good intentions' for nothing, Changsun Chong said angrily: "It seems you are just a bit more talkative."
Then he smiled sideways: "Uncle Zhongyi is so ignorant, I can only blame you for it. Don't say that I didn't give you a chance, I bet you 5,000 yuan to see whose poem ranks higher in the end, do you dare to accept it?" "
Yang Fan glanced sideways at Changsun Chong and shook his head. Before Yang Fan could say anything, Cheng Chumo and others became anxious and tried to persuade the losers not to lose the formation. It was only 5,000 strings and they could not afford it.
He glanced at Fang Yiai and the others speechlessly. He didn't feel timid anymore. He just thought that since the bet was on, he might as well make it bigger.
However, in the eyes of Changsun Chong and others, this situation showed that Yang Fan was being cowardly, and they all burst out laughing, very arrogantly.
Before they could be proud for long, Yang Fan looked like a rich man and said to Changsun Chong with a guilty conscience: "5,000 Guan is too little. If you want to bet, just bet 100,000 Guan, otherwise you will lose."
Cheng Chumo and others persuaded Yang Fan not to bet so big. After all, in their opinion, the 5,000 yuan they took just now was just to save face, and it would be really stupid to increase it to 100,000 yuan.
With Cheng Chumo's sincere cooperation, Chang Sun Chong became more certain that Yang Fan was holding on, and Dou Fengjie and the others accepted the bet together.
The singer collected the poems and continued to judge and appreciate each poem.
Poetry selection is generally divided into three levels: A, B, and C, and each level is further subdivided into upper, middle, and lower levels.
As time went by, Cui Pu's "Returning to the Fragrant Tower at Night" and Lu Kangping's "Sigh of a Plain Girl" were rated as lower than first-class works. It is very good for temporarily created works to be rated as lower than first-class works.
In the end, only the poems of Chang Sun Chong and Yang Fan were not evaluated. Although some people were a little disappointed because of the poor evaluation level, most of them were enthusiastic when they saw that the winner was about to be decided.
After signaling everyone to calm down, Chu Suiliang picked up the manuscript and read aloud:
The scenery of Chang'an is splendid, I prefer green gauze, the smoke is light and the day is eternal, the orioles are singing in the forest, the cranes are flying in the sky, and the fairy posture is fluttering.
Because I remember the colorful phoenix in the fragrant tower, I watched the clouds in the morning, I used to sing and laugh in the past, but it will not be long in the future, and I occasionally recall the reunion of the alliance.
The peach blossoms on the human face are unknown, but they cover their red leaves quietly and stand speechless all day long, winning the embrace of desolation.
As soon as he read it out, Changsun Chong knew that it was his word, and he couldn't help but clench his fists.
The poems written by Cui Pu and Lu Kangping just now made him feel a little stressed. After all, this was about reputation.
After Chu Suiliang finished reading, he passed the manuscript to the remaining judges, while he closed his eyes and reflected on it, repeating it softly, as if he was enjoying it.
He opened his eyes and glanced at Changsheng Chong, his eyes flashing, and he said secretly:
"Although this boy is a bit petty, he is really talented. He can write such good words in a short period of time. He is worthy of being the leader of the young generation in Chang'an."
After reading it softly several times and discussing it with other judges, Chang Sun Chong's poem was finally rated as Grade A.
As soon as the ratings came out, everyone immediately became excited. Although Cui and Lu were a little dissatisfied, their poems were indeed inferior to Chang Sun Chong's poems, so they had no choice but to clasp their fists in congratulations.
Seeing that his poem was rated as Grade A, Changsun Chong finally felt relieved. He waved to everyone with a smile on his face, as if he had taken the leader into his bag, and ignored Yang Fan's poems that followed.
It's not surprising that he was like this, even everyone present looked at Yang Fan with pity. After all, if he wanted to be better than Changsun Chong, he had to be rated as first-class.
The poems that can be rated as Grade A are all masterpieces handed down from generation to generation. How can they be written casually? What's more, in their eyes, Yang Fan is just a mallet who can only wield a sword and a gun.
At this time, even Cheng Chumo and the others beside Yang Fan had dead expressions on their faces, and murmured with hollow eyes: "It's over, it's over, that kid Changsun Chong really has a skill..."
