Tianquan Peak, on the observation deck, the young disciples of the Biyun Sect and the Seven Star Sect were standing on the top of the mountain, climbing high and looking into the distance. They all seemed to be intoxicated by the beautiful scenery in front of them, and were speechless for a long time.
In fact, they were not really intoxicated, but were thinking hard, hoping to write a poem that would be famous throughout the ages.
As the saying goes, "It's human nature that's idiosyncratic to write good sentences, but it won't stop until it's amazing." Who doesn't want to be famous for generations to come?
Today's topic is "Lingshan".
Lingshan is the name of the entire mountain range. The seven peaks at the Seven Star Sect headquarters are only a small part of it. There are thousands of other peaks, large and small, all belonging to Lingshan.
There are six desks on the observation deck. On five of them, paper and pen and ink have been prepared. Anyone who has an idea can write it down. On the other table, there is a set of precious pen and ink. Paper inkstone is the prize for the winner of this competition.
In the square behind the observation deck, more than 10,000 people were watching and talking quietly——
"I think Chu Wenxuan, who is known as the most talented woman in Bihai Kingdom, will still take the first place."
"Lin Zhiyuan, the number one talent of the Biyun Sect, also has a chance!"
"I think Yu Wuhen from our Seven Star Sect is also very good."
"The last time we compared, Yu Wuhen and Lin Zhiyuan were at the same level, and Chu Wenxuan was obviously higher than them."
"Writing poetry depends on inspiration and improvisation, not entirely on skill."
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Amid people's discussion, a young man from the Biyun Sect walked to the desk first, picked up his pen and wrote the first poem.
After he finished writing, he retreated. Their team leader Wang Han immediately picked up the poem and showed it to everyone. Because many people stood far away and could not see clearly, he started to recite it——
“The mountains are vast and the clouds are floating, and the river is flowing from the east.
You can hear birds chirping deep in the green forest, and see fish swimming on the banks of clear streams. "
As the first person started writing, the following people also wrote their own works one after another.
As a poem was displayed, everyone was talking about it, everyone had their own opinions, and they couldn't say which one was better for a while.
Most of the poems describe the beautiful scenery in front of them beautifully, and the artistic conception is roughly the same, but the wording has its own characteristics, and there are no particularly eye-catching works.
Amid the noisy discussion, Chu Wenxuan, Lin Zhiyuan and Yu Wuhen, who had high hopes, also finished their writing.
I saw that what Lin Zhiyuan wrote was——
“The mountains and rivers are intertwined, the scenery is secluded, and the breeze blows on my face, soothing my mind.
Sit in the pavilion and listen to the flowing water, watch the clouds roll quietly and let the wind collect them. "
What Yu Wuhen wrote is——
“There are mountains and mountains, surrounded by clouds and mist, vast rivers, water and sky.
The fishing boats sing in the evening under the setting sun, and the mountains and rivers complement each other and the scenery is endless. "
Chu Wenxuan wrote -
"The beautiful scenery of Lingshan comes into view, and I feel my feelings for the mountains and rivers, and my heart feels at ease.
The white clouds are misty outside the green mountains, and the clear springs are gurgling among the green water.
I am relaxed and happy, forgetting my way back, and lingering without thinking of returning.
I wish to live in this mountain forever and enjoy the clouds and sky with you. "
The poems of the three were indeed slightly better than the others, but they did not reach the level of overwhelming victory.
In this competition, there were six people from each side, making a total of twelve people. The twelve poems also described the beautiful scenery of Lingshan, but there was no particularly outstanding performance.
At this time, Wang Han, the leader of Biyun Sect, looked at Zhao Jin and asked:
"Hall Master Zhao, what do you think of these poems?"
Zhao Jin thought for a moment and then replied:
"I think everyone's performance today was very good. They lived up to expectations and wrote about the beauty of the landscape in front of them. One of the lines that I like the most is the last two lines of Lin Zhiyuan, a talented scholar from the noble clan, 'Sitting in the pavilion and listening to the flowing water. "Just watch the clouds roll and let the wind take them away.' It's really extraordinary for a young man to have such a state of mind!"
While the two were talking, the instructors on both sides also began to discuss and judge, to select the one who performed best today and reward him with a set of precious Four Treasures of the Study.
In the square, everyone was talking a lot. Some people couldn't understand it, some seemed to understand it, and some people could really understand the meaning of the poem and feel the artistic conception of the poem.
Someone whispered -
"Why do I feel that although the story of the talented Chu Wenxuan is longer, it is not that good!"
"Maybe she has no inspiration today!"
"Although I don't understand poetry, I still feel that these poems today are just like this. Anyway, they just write about Lingshan in a different way. It's beautiful!"
"It's already very good. If I ask you to write it, can you do it?"
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The audience was discussing, and several teachers were also discussing, but there was never a consistent statement. Generally speaking, people from the Biyun Sect tended to favor their own sect, and naturally the same was true for the people from the Seven Star Sect.
Everyone wants to dig out the highlights from the poems of their own sect players, and even add some personal opinions to it. This is purely over-interpretation.
For a while, it was difficult for both parties to come to a unified view, so a teaching fellow from the Seven Star Sect suggested:
"Since everyone has different opinions, why not let the people in the square vote together. The result of so many people's votes will naturally appear fair."
A teacher from the Biyun Sect with a slender face and small eyes almost blurted out:
"You asked a group of handymen to vote? Look, most of the people in the square are people wearing handyman clothes, and you asked them to evaluate these poems? How can a frog in a well know how big the sky is and how vast the sea is?"
As soon as he finished speaking, many handymen nearby heard it, and they all shouted——
"This man actually looks down on us handymen. How capable are you?"
"We don't understand? Even though we can't write, can't we tell whether our writing is good or not?"
"I don't know where he got his confidence from. He is just a teacher, but he still looks down on the handymen. If you have the ability, just become the dean!"
"Look at that look. He has sinister features and stern eyes. He is as thin as a bamboo pole. He is not a good guy at first glance."
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For a time, the crowd was furious. The handymen also had dignity. It didn't matter if their own Miao teacher scolded him a few times. How could it be an outsider's turn to belittle him?
At this moment, someone discovered Xiao Yinyue, the chief disciple of the handyman, standing not far from the observation deck, and shouted loudly:
"Senior Sister Xiao, please teach that horse-faced teacher!"
Someone took the lead in shouting like this, and everyone else also shouted -
"Yes, senior sister Xiao, come up!"
"Senior Sister Xiao, you should also compete with them and show them that our handymen can also write poems."
"Senior Sister Xiao, you have to make the decision for our handymen!"
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For more than a month, Xiao Yinyue has often given lectures to everyone in place of Miao Chunmei. When people came to ask questions in her spare time, she was also more enthusiastic in answering questions for everyone. She often spoke in good words, which made many handymen admire her and felt that she was A very knowledgeable reader.
A person's prestige is often accumulated through little things like this. Xiao Yinyue now has a very high prestige among the handyman disciples.
Seeing the situation in the square, Wang Han, who didn't pay much attention at first, couldn't help but asked curiously:
"Senior Sister Xiao is quite popular among the servants. Who is she?"
Zhao Jin did not answer his question, but said with a cold face:
"Is your teaching intended to provoke conflict between the two sects?"
Wang Han saw that Zhao Jin's face looked wrong and immediately explained:
"These are the lessons. Every time I give lessons to the handymen in the sect, I have this attitude. I have developed a habit. I can't speak clearly and don't look at where this is. I'm very offended."
Zhao Jin replied indifferently: "You shouldn't be the one to apologize to me, but the handyman who taught me the sect should be the one to apologize."
In fact, Zhao Jin also made use of the topic. When the tutors of his sect gave lessons to the handymen, they actually called them trash, but they were his own people, and the other party was a guest. If he spoke like this, didn't he give himself a chance to fight back?
The two people were talking here, and over there, Xiao Yinyue was shouted out by everyone. She didn't want to be in the limelight, so she had to stand up with a grimace.
In her opinion, this kind of matter should be solved by Hall Master Zhao. She just wants to practice and study in a low-key manner, why should she wade into such muddy waters?
However, now so many handymen are calling Senior Sister Xiao and asking her to stand up. If she doesn't come forward, she will be unworthy of her position as the chief disciple of the handymen.
I saw her walking slowly towards the observation deck with a calm pace, bowed politely, and then asked calmly:
"I wonder what I call this instructor?"
The horse-faced instructor replied in a condescending tone: "You are a little handyman, what qualifications do you have to ask me for my title?"
Xiao Yinyue was not angry, and still said calmly: "Oh, it turns out he is an unknown person, so don't ask!"
Someone immediately shouted:
"Yes, you are an unknown person, so don't ask!"
"That's a good thing. It's okay to be an unknown person and don't ask!"
…
The teacher was so angry that he didn't know how to refute, so he could only wave his hands and said angrily:
"It's really unreasonable. A group of handymen can be so ignorant of etiquette. Does your sect treat guests like this?"
Xiao Yinyue replied calmly:
"Etiquette is used to welcome people who understand etiquette. Do everyone in your sect treat you like this?"
Xiao Yinyue's words couldn't help but make the nearby handymen cheer again, and the scene became very lively for a while.
Seeing that an instructor was rendered speechless by a handyman in just a few words, Wang Han immediately came over and said to the horse-faced instructor: "Ma Wuzhi, how did you speak? Hurry up and tell the bastard from the Seven Star Sect. Disciple, please apologize!"
Ma Wuzhi was surprised: "Master Wang, you actually asked me to apologize to them? Did I say something wrong? Isn't it nonsense to ask a group of handymen who don't understand poetry to vote for these poems?"
Wang Han said angrily: "You can disagree with the other party's suggestion, but you cannot belittle the status of the handyman. These are two different things."
When the hall master spoke, he would not dare to refute, but when he thought of apologizing to a group of handymen he had always looked down on, he really couldn't speak. If he apologized today and the matter spread back to the sect, how could he apologize in the future? Where are the handymen of my sect taking classes?
The corner of his mouth twitched, and suddenly he had an idea. He looked at Xiao Yinyue and said, "It's okay to apologize, unless you, the chief disciple of the handyman, can also write poems of the same level as the twelve poems above."
As soon as he finished speaking, many people couldn't help but look at each other. Isn't it difficult to ask a handyman disciple to write a poem of the same level as the poems above?
Xiao Yinyue frowned slightly, wondering whether she should slap him in the face.
However, looking at Ma Wuzhi's eyes, it was Xiao Yinyue who was stumped. He couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief. This way, he didn't have to be embarrassed.
Xiao Yinyue pretended not to hear his name clearly and murmured to herself: "Ma Wuzhi...?"
After she finished talking to herself, she raised her head and looked at Ma Wuzhi and said, "Ma Jiaoxi, you really live up to your name!"
