Plane of Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 41
Seeing that Cui Xuezheng was a little embarrassed, Qin Guan moved.

He had already decided in his heart that Qian Mao must be beaten down today, so that he would never be restored.

Qian Mao was a little happy when he saw Qin Guan talking to him. He was not afraid of confrontation and nonsense, but he was afraid that the Xuezheng adults on the stage would directly judge the case.

Qian Mao raised his eyebrows, and said: "Your paper is placed here, and your handwriting is like a dog crawling. It is worse than a seven-year-old schoolboy, and you still say that your handwriting is not bad."

"It's a shame for a student to be able to pass the exam for such a character."

Qin Guan smiled lightly and said, "Brother Qian, you said my handwriting is ugly, right?"

"It's very ugly." Qian Mao said.

Qin Guan nodded, "Actually, I wrote this on purpose."

Qian Mao was taken aback for a moment, wondering what kind of trick Qin Guan was playing.

"What do you mean."

Qin Guan deliberately straightened his body, raised his eyes slightly at a 35-degree angle, and kept his chin at the same level as his neck. He said in an awe-inspiring tone: "Before the exam, I suddenly thought of something. If I use calligraphy to show off people, others will only value my calligraphy." , do not value my talent and learning, that would be the sorrow of scholars."

"So when I picked up the pen, I decided to only use my real talents to take the college entrance examination, not rely on my calligraphy. That's why I deliberately wrote these characters like this."

After Qin Guan finished speaking, he still kept his posture unchanged. His expression was free and unrestrained with a bit of loneliness, and with a bit of wildness and persistence, which really attracted the attention of many people.

Qian Mao looked at Qin Guan and said coldly: "Qin Guan, you mean to say that your calligraphy is so good that it covers up your talent, so you deliberately wrote these bad characters, is that right?"

Qin nodded, "Indeed."

"Hahahahahahaha," Qian Mao laughed out loud, then stared at Qin Guan and said coldly: "How about your knowledge, do you think I don't know? Since you said that your calligraphy is superb, do you dare to come here? Write a word on the spot for everyone to see."

Qin Guan shook his head, and said in a sad tone: "Brother Qian, we were classmates anyway, you falsely accused me of cheating, I know you are unwilling to fulfill the bet, brother Qian, don't be obsessed with making mistakes again and again, you must know , False accusations are to be reversed."

"Admit your mistake to my lord, then jump into a lake and fulfill my bet. Maybe my lord will give you a lighter punishment."

Qian Mao gritted his teeth: "Qin Guan, don't say these things to deceive children here, I want to see what your calligraphy looks like today."

Qin Guan sighed, looking very lonely.

But he smiled in his heart.

Turning to the admiral Cui and the prefect Lin on the stage, he said: "My lords, it was just a joke. Qin Guan didn't want to have such a fight with Brother Qian, but Brother Qian is not forgiving, the students really have nothing to do."

"My lords, please allow Qin Guan to demonstrate calligraphy on the spot, so as to straighten me out, and ask your lords to make the decision."

This guy Qin Guan is really too bad. The last few words completely set Qian Mao to death. If his handwriting was really good, then Qian Mao would have no excuses.

Cui Shanfu nodded, "Come here, bring the tables and chairs, and prepare the pens, ink, papers and inkstones."

After everything was ready, Qin Guan stood in front of the table without sitting down, stood up and held a pen to meditate for a while, and said: "During the exam, the inscribed poem in the college exam was June West Lake. At that time, the students came up with two poems. In the end, because the song 'Different Kind of Red' was more titled, I used that one."

"Now that there is an opportunity, the students will write another poem that comes to mind."

Looking at Qin Guan again, holding a pen in his right hand, brushing and brushing, he wrote a seven-character quatrain in one go, put down the pen, and said to the two adults: "Please judge the two adults."

Looking at Qian Mao again, he said with a smile: "Brother Qian, please take a look at Qin Guan's clumsy calligraphy."

Qian Mao had already lost the rules, and immediately stepped forward, but when he saw the words on the table, he was stunned, and only one sentence remained, "How is it possible, how is it possible"

Cui Shanfu and Lynch walked over, and they looked around the table for a while, Lynch spoke first, "Good poetry, really good poetry."

Cui Shanfu shook his head, "Brother Yunxia, ​​I really think that the word Qin Guan has a charm and has its own style. It's really a good word, a good word."

Seeing the two adults confronting each other because of Qin Guan's calligraphy and poems, the other students were scratching their heads anxiously, wanting to step in and take a look, but they didn't dare to go beyond. Didn't they see that there were hundreds of yamen servants on both sides? .

Cui Shanfu and Lynch did not argue in the end whether writing is better or poetry is better. Finally, Cui Shanfu realized that there are still things to deal with here. He said to the yamen servant next to him: "Carry the table and go around the field, and let all the students Let's see what Qin Guan, who Qian Mao said was ignorant and bad at writing, wrote."

The yamen servant carried the table and walked into the crowd.

After just a few seconds, the crowd began to roar,
"Good poetry, really good poetry."

"Is this Qin Guan's handwriting? I didn't expect Qin Guan to write such good words."

"The one in front, read it out and listen to it."

Someone read aloud: "It's good to have shining water and a sunny day, but it's strange to see an empty mountain with rain. If you want to compare the West Lake to the West Lake, it's always suitable to wear light makeup and heavy makeup."

After reading the poem, some talented people can immediately feel the beauty of the artistic conception of this poem, comparing West Lake to West Lake, how appropriate and vivid.

"This poem is really good. It describes the beauty of the West Lake. It is definitely the best work of the West Lake."

A calligraphy scholar said: "I think Qin Guan's handwriting is good. The pen is unrestrained, unrestrained and unrestrained. The center is full and smooth. It has the style of a master. It is really a good handwriting."

A scholar nodded, "That's true. No wonder Qin Guan said what he said just now. If you answer the paper with such words, the examiner will only read calligraphy, and will not study it."

"Looking at it now, Qin Guan is indeed talented. Otherwise, it would be impossible to write such poems and essays. There are green apricots in the front, and a different kind of red in the back. Now he has written this Xizi Lake. I think his Poetry talent is not inferior to that of our great Shen talents in Hangzhou."

"Tell me, Qin Guan didn't have any knowledge before, why did his knowledge soar suddenly?"

"Perhaps it was the Taoist ancestor who blessed him and opened his spiritual aperture."

"Qin Guan took out this poem and wrote this picture, which is enough to show that he is talented and learned. It is not too easy to test a scholar. I think that if Qin Guan is willing to show his talent and learning, it is not too much to get the top of the current case. "

"I feel the same way."

At this moment, people's perception of Qin Guan is not the same as before. It can be said that a great change has taken place. The former playboy suddenly became a talented person, and this is what people talk about.

Perhaps from now on, Qin Guan's reputation as a playboy will no longer be there.

And became the son of Qin Er Qin who is very talented in poetry.

"Snapped!"

There was a gavel.

Bringing everyone back to reality.

People realized that there was still a lawsuit in front of them.

The two adults were sitting in the hall, Cui Shanfu said with a cold face: "Qian Mao."

Qian Mao was so frightened that he shivered and bowed immediately.

"Qian Mao, as a scholar, you falsely accused your classmates of cheating in the imperial examination without any real evidence, which almost caused chaos in the provincial imperial examination."

"Snapped!"

Another startled sound.

Then Cui Shanfu said in a cold voice: "In the name of studying politics in this province, I will expel your reputation as a scholar and never take part in scientific examinations. Because of your false accusation, I will punish you with thirty sticks and execute it on the spot."

　Seeing many old friends coming over, Da Yu was moved, thank you Kacha’s head,

　　As for the old book, it can only be like this for the time being, it can only temporarily avoid the edge, helpless.

　　The new book is still in its infancy, and we need everyone to pay more attention and water it so that it can grow stronger.

　　The last sentence is three more today.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)