Shen Ran?
The tenth son of heaven?
Just showed up?
Should I kill him now?
Although I don't know what his cultivation level is, 500 points for "Divine Strike" should be enough, right?
That's not right. What if he also has life-saving tools like Xiao Feng?
For a time, countless questions filled Wei Changtian's mind.
After a short period of thinking, he decided to stay put for the time being and wait and see how the situation would develop.
After all, the main task tonight is to deal with the Liu family, so it would be safer to not get too involved.
After quickly making up his mind, the expression on Wei Changtian's face gradually returned to calm.
He quietly moved to the side of the boat and asked Liang Zhen in a low voice, who was watching the excitement and not taking it too seriously.
"Uncle Liang, what is the cultivation level of this Shen Ran? Can you tell?"
"The maximum strength is only level six."
Liang Zhen must have observed it a long time ago, so he immediately gave the answer: "But he is not following the path of Taoism. It should be a cultivation method of the Confucian lineage."
The world is huge, and although there are different ways to achieve the same goal in cultivation, there are countless methods.
It's just that the Daning warriors basically followed the Taoist path.
Wei Changtian was not surprised by this. After pondering for a moment, he whispered a few words to Liang Zhen, then sat down again and said nothing.
At this time, Shen Ran in the pavilion also spoke again.
“Everyone in the world says that there is no best in literature, but I don’t think so.”
"Good is good, bad is bad."
"The poem I just wrote is clearly better, but you are humiliating me in every way just because I am not from Daning."
"This is really ridiculous."
"That's all, anyway, I came to the Spring Dragon Poetry Club today just for one person."
"Sault Ste..."
Turning to look at Su Wu, Shen Ran asked slowly and word by word: "I wonder if I can compete with you?"
"..."
To be honest, although Shen Ran is arrogant, his attitude towards Su Wu is still good.
But in the ears of others, these words were even more harsh than scolding.
Who are you to compare yourself to saints?
No one believed that Su Wu would lose to Shen Ran, but no one was willing to let Su Wu actually defeat Shen Ran.
One is a poet saint of a country, the ceiling in the field of poetry.
One is an unknown junior from another country.
Even if you win this kind of competition, you will still be aggrieved. Although it will not become the laughing stock of the world, it can definitely be regarded as a humiliation for Daning's poetry circle.
Therefore, before Su Wu could answer, there was an indignant response from all around.
"Arrogant! I don't need Su Sheng to deal with you, I am enough!"
"That's right! If you are really so confident, then I will compete with you!"
"You will be qualified to compare with Su Sheng if you beat us, but I'm afraid you won't have this chance!"
"Count me in!"
"And I!"
"..."
In an instant, more than ten people around stood up. Some were indeed confident in their poetic talents, while others were impulsive.
But no matter what, the momentum is finally coming up.
Seeing how stubborn the Chinese literati were, thousands of "literary lovers" watching the battle by the lake also shouted loudly to cheer.
"Okay! This is the backbone of my Daning scholar!"
"Let this kid understand what it means to be someone outside the world, and there is a world outside the world!"
"The little girl is only sixteen years old and her family is rich. If anyone can win, I will be willing to be his maidservant!"
"This girl is really a hero among women!"
"..."
The right time, the right location, the right people, it can be said that everything is on the side of Daning scholars.
Everyone present felt that it wouldn't take long for Shen Ran to return to Dali in disgrace and become the laughing stock of the world's literati.
Only Wei Changtian didn't think so.
Son of Heaven, do you think this is a joke?
A person like Shen Ran would be the protagonist in ordinary online articles. Su Wu might not be able to compete with him in person. How could such a crooked group of people be able to deal with him?
It's just a stepping stone for the protagonist to show off.
Wei Changtian had already begun to feel sorry for the literati in Daning in advance, but the latter were full of confidence at this time, scrambling to be the first to take the stage so that they could become famous in Daning's literary world.
Shen Ran, on the other hand, looked at this scene calmly and smiled softly.
"In that case, let's do it."
"Don't worry, you all have a chance."
...
...
The moon sets over the stars and the scenery of the Sun and Moon Lake is still as beautiful as before.
However, except for Shen Ran and Wei Changtian, everyone was not in a beautiful mood at the moment.
The shouts of cheering on the lakeshore have long since disappeared, replaced by a deathly silence.
In just two quarters of an hour, eight famous people in the Daning literary world, eight completely different small topics, and then... lost eight games in a row.
Shen Ran composed eight poems in a row, each of which could induce at least dozens of golden-tailed carp to jump out of the water.
On the other hand, among the Daning scholars, the best one will only reach twenty.
even......
"Plop!"
In the pavilion, a young man with starry eyebrows and sword-like eyes slumped on the ground blankly, muttering in an almost desperate tone.
"I, I can't do it, I can't do it..."
"..."
This young man has the same surname as Shen Ran, and his name is Shen Lu. He is a well-known local talent in Shuzhou. He just passed the high school examination in the provincial examination last year.
The short topic he won was "Tide". Although it was a little difficult, it was by no means impossible to solve.
So his current performance only shows one thing - he is afraid.
Shen Ran, who had won eight games in a row, was like an insurmountable mountain. Shen Lu lost his sense of control before he even started. It was normal for him to be unable to compose a poem in a panic.
In fact, this was considered an act of surrender, but no one laughed at him.
No one blamed or was angry.
Perhaps everyone, like him, has long lost confidence in defeating Shen Ran.
"If you can't do it, just replace it with another one."
Glancing at Shen Lu, whose Wenxin collapsed, Shen Ran raised his eyes and looked at another person.
But this person only looked at Shen Ran for a moment, and then took a trembling step back.
This step had already declared his failure.
"..."
The black robes floated in the breeze. Although there were many people standing at this moment, they all seemed to be shorter than Shen Ran.
On the shore of the lake, countless people turned their heads in frustration, sadness, or despair, unable to bear to see Chinese scholars suffer such humiliation.
Until a tall figure slowly stood up from a small boat.
"enough."
"Mr. Shen, I will write this poem."
"..."
This poem is written by me.
A small voice, six words, but like a shot in the arm, it instantly ignited the last glimmer of hope in everyone's hearts.
yes!
We also have Sault Ste!
Daning hasn’t lost yet! !
Nowadays, no one bothers about issues such as bullying the weak or bullying the weak.
If Shen Ran cannot be defeated tonight, Daning's poetry world will fall to the bottom from now on, and there will be no chance of success.
Thousands of eyes were focused on Su Wu, carrying an unparalleled weight.
This is a dispute between the poets of the two countries, a dispute between the literati of the two countries, and if it is more serious, it is... a dispute between the two countries' literati.
Everyone who came here to see the poet saint would never have thought that things would develop to this point.
But they had no other thoughts at this time, they just prayed repeatedly.
Su Sheng, for the sake of Daning’s literary education, for the dignity of Daning’s literati...
Please, we must win...
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