I write novels to become a saint

Chapter 42
"Everyone!"

"Everyone who came here today must have come here for Master Wei's bet."

Huaiyi Xiutuan hugged their fists together and said with a smile like a spring breeze, "But everyone must have noticed that this Qionghua Banquet is a little different from the previous ones!"

"This year's Qionghua Banquet will have a poetry meeting in addition to Mr. Wei's betting. Those who win the head will get a cultural treasure—Shuiyun brush!"

While talking, a young man came forward with a wooden box.

This young man turned out to be the same young man who blocked everyone at the door.

When he came to the railing on the second floor, the young man tilted the wooden box at 45 degrees, and then slowly opened the wooden box, showing the contents of the box to everyone!

Inside the box lay a brush brush about one foot long. The body of the brush was made of high-quality Xiangfei bamboo. The body of the brush was crystal clear and green like emerald, and there were patterns like clouds on it.

Lin Qian had no way of judging the material of the pen body, but it could be seen from the pen barrel.

Most importantly, this is a cultural treasure!
The so-called Wenbao is an object made of precious materials, and then it can only be formed after a long period of time by high-grade Confucianism cultivators who are at least the fourth-rank Liming Realm.

Carrying this kind of cultural treasure with you can not only comprehend the high-quality Confucianism at all times, but also has infinite magical effects. This needs to be analyzed according to the specific cultural treasure. Huai Yixiu did not introduce the function of this Shuiyun pen .

But no matter what the role is, even the worst cultural treasures are things that Confucianism cultivators will fight for.

Whoa!
With the appearance of Shuiyun Pen, the scene was completely boiling, and many people couldn't even hold back, and wanted to ask about the rules of this poetry meeting.

After Huai Yixiu appeared, the discussion in the lobby had already stopped, but with the appearance of Wen Bao, everyone started discussing again, and they looked at Huai Yixiu with a lot of doubts in their eyes.

"Who is this person?"

"Didn't Professor Wei's student Xu Zhisheng preside over the Qionghua Banquet in the past?"

Many people even directly asked their own doubts.

"Don't take ignorance as naive, Mr. Huai is from the Huai family in Lingling!"

Soon, an insider revealed Huai Yixiu's identity.

"Lingling Huai family?!"

"Cao Sheng Huai Su's Huai family?!"

"Other than that, who else in the Huai family can deserve the title of Confucianism Cultivator from my generation?"

"This Huai Yixiu is said to be capable of poetry at the age of seven. At the age of 12, he has already enlightened himself to the ninth grade of Confucianism and Taoism, and the eighth grade of Confucianism and Taoism to cultivate his body. Now I am afraid that he is not far from the seventh grade of Confucianism and Taoism. The old sage of the Huai family once said it himself. Praise 'Kirin'!"

"It is said that this Shuiyun pen was produced by the Huai family, otherwise, it would not be the Huai family's turn to host the Qionghua Banquet."

"So, this Shuiyun brush is a cultural treasure conceived and raised by Cao Sheng's old man?" Someone's eyes turned red immediately, wishing to fly to the second floor to snatch the Shuiyun brush.

"You're thinking about farting!"

"How precious is Cao Sheng's old man's cultural treasure? Are Huai's family willing to take it out?"

"This should just be a treasure conceived by a certain high-grade Confucian cultivator in the Huai family."

There are always many well-informed people among the scholars, and soon, almost everyone in the lobby probably figured out what was going on.

"I wonder what the rules of this poetry club are?"

Soon, some people couldn't resist Wen Bao's temptation, and asked Huai Yixiu on the second floor.

Huai Yixiu smiled slightly, "Brother, don't worry, the night is long and there is still a lot of time, let's take a look at the topic that Master Wei gave you bets first."

As he spoke, it was the young man who showed the treasure before, and came to Huai Yixiu with a scroll.

Huai Yixiu didn't talk nonsense, took the scroll and spread his hands in front of everyone.

【political reform】

The two vigorous and powerful characters are displayed in front of everyone. The two characters are written in cursive, as if they were completed in one go, giving people a feeling of arrogance and heartiness. It seems that the reform can be as powerful as these two characters, which fully embodies the The self-confidence and pride of these two characters.

There is no doubt that these two characters must have been written by Wei Xuezeng himself.

It's just that this topic is somewhat beyond everyone's expectations.

It is said to be a reform, but the essence is still a party struggle. The new party advocates the reform, and the old party obstructs the reform.

The dispute between the old and new parties has long been no secret in Dagan, but it is the first time that it has been brought up on such an occasion.

It is not known whether Wei Xuezeng really thought that party struggle would become this year's exam question, or whether he took this opportunity to make a fuss about it.

Seeing that everyone was silent, Huai Yixiu spoke again, "This is the exam question that Mr. Wei bet on for everyone this year, and it is also the theme of tonight's poetry meeting. With reform as the theme, if you make a good author, you will be the leader of this poetry meeting, and you will get a prize." Cloud pen as a gift!"

The eager crowd fell silent again. Wenbao is precious, but this poem is not so easy to write.

Party struggles are intensifying. It is extremely dangerous to speak on this issue at this time.

"Brother Lin's lyrics and music are the best in Changsha Mansion. I don't know if you are interested in this Shuiyun brush. Would you like to compose a poem?"

Seeing that everyone was silent, Huai Yixiu looked at Lin Qian and the others, and invited them with a smile.

"Brother Lin?"

"who is it?"

Hearing this, the people in the lobby looked at Lin Qian and his party. Huai Yixiu was a unicorn from the semi-holy family, so what kind of person would he be if he could be called Brother Lin?

Lin Qian's scalp was numb after being called out, but he could only get up and bow his hands in return, and declined, "I am really eager for this Shuiyun brush, but poetry is a skill that comes by chance, and a clever woman can't cook without rice, so I can only do nothing. .”

"Let's let those who are capable get it."

It was impossible for Lin Qian to make a poem foolishly. Since Wei Xue had suppressed the "reform" question, what if he finally got it?

And copying poems is also a technical job. It is not that you can get a lot of talent and resonate with the world if you read it out, but it needs the right time, place and people. A good work is probably just to accumulate a little more talent for him. His poetry reserve is not much, and it is meaningless to waste it here.

What's more, it was such a sensitive topic as the reform. Although Wen Bao was good, he didn't want to get involved in it.

"Brother Lin is being modest, it seems that this Shuiyun pen is not enough for Brother Lin."

Huai Yixiu smiled knowingly, "If brother Lin makes a move, I'm afraid everyone here will have no hope."

Lin Qian was a little puzzled, he didn't offend Huai Yixiu, why did he keep bringing hatred to himself?

But he chose to remain silent. He decided that this banquet should be a little transparent.

"Who is this man?"

"If he makes a move, we are hopeless? What a big tone!"

Sure enough, as soon as Huai Yixiu's words came out, many people looked at Lin Qian with bad eyes.

However, some people turned their eyes and had some bold guesses in their hearts.

"Brother Lin?"

"I don't know if you have thought of the major event that caused a sensation in the literary world not long ago?"

"What's the big deal?"

"What could have caused a sensation in the literary world not long ago? Of course it is Tiandao poetry. It is said that the author of the song "Manjianghong" is in our Changsha mansion, and his surname is Lin!"

　Thanks to the good brothers for catching bugs, I changed everything I saw, okay!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)