Literati Sanctification

Chapter 4 The Peach Blossom Poem

"Are you sure?"

Yang Yunxiao on the side also came back to his senses at this time, and then asked Heng Xiulin with some worry, just now Heng Xiulin agreed too fast, he didn't have time to react at all, Heng Xiulin was Should be down.

There is no way to change this right now, so naturally I am a little worried.

"It's okay, there is not much time left, you should start the essay test quickly, and don't run out of time."

Hearing this, Heng Xiulin smiled directly at Yang Yunxiao, and then said to him that he naturally didn't want this friend to pass the essay test because of his influence.

"Then be careful yourself."

Seeing this, Yang Yunxiao nodded, then encouraged Heng Xiulin, and then walked back to his desk.

Heng Xiulin thought for a while, walked to the tombstone, looked at the tombstone in front of him, sighed slightly, then set up the small table in front of him, and then spread sheets of white paper on the table.

After preparing everything, Heng Xiulin began to study the ink slowly, thinking about the essay test in his mind.

The most important thing in the essay test is that the written articles can have a surge of literary energy. The most elementary thing is to emerge an inch of literary energy out of thin air, but even an inch of literary energy is extremely difficult to achieve.

The original Heng Xiulin was able to write literary articles, but after getting to know Shui Yun, Heng Xiulin couldn't write literary articles even now, so everyone naturally knew that Heng Xiulin's The Wen Palace had already been polluted, which led to such consequences.

"Buzz!"

At this moment, a soft chirping sounded from the side, Heng Xiulin twitched his brows slightly, turned his head to look, and saw a white ray of light suddenly appeared in front of a student's desk, even in the daytime, he could clear and distinct.

"Om~"

At this moment, the white light on the table in front of the students also emerged. Obviously, these are written articles with literary style.

And among these students, there are also some students whose fonts in front of them are still as black as ink, without the slightest brilliance emerging. Compared with those articles that have already possessed literary style, they are particularly dazzling.

At the moment, the eyes of these students dimmed, and then they looked enviously at those students who were able to write articles with literary spirit. Even if the literary palace is not opened in the future, it is still a good one to be able to mix future.

At this time, those students who wrote literary articles were extremely excited, and looked at the articles in front of them with flushed faces. Although they had already written literary articles before, they were different from what they are now. different.

Now it's an essay test, and being able to write such articles, it can be said that they have been fully recognized after this, and they have this qualification.

Is this Wenqi?Seeing this, Heng Xiulin was slightly surprised, obviously he was still somewhat curious about such a thing.

call out!
At this time, a sound that was slightly different from the previous one sounded, and then a white light shot out. Everyone was slightly startled when they saw this, and they turned their heads to look at it, and saw a voice that was obviously stronger than them. Emerge aside.

"This is two inches of Wenqi?"

"It's really two inches of literary style!"

The students on the side, seeing this situation, were slightly stunned for a moment, and then a look of surprise appeared in their eyes, two inches of literary spirit!This is a two-inch literary style. Among them, is there someone who can write a two-inch literary style?
And after they saw clearly the students who wrote two inches of literary style, a touch of understanding suddenly appeared on their faces. Jibo was able to write one-inch literary articles a long time ago.

To that extent, it can be said that he was far ahead of them. Now, he was able to write two-inch literary articles. Although everyone was slightly surprised, they were all relieved.

Jibo looked at the two inches of literary spirit in front of him, and a look of arrogance flashed across his face. Seeing the admiration delivered by the teacher and the envious eyes in the eyes of the students, he felt even more in his heart. Very proud.

Then he glanced slightly, and saw that figure, still in front of the tombstone, slowly grinding ink, and immediately smiled.

"I'm really sorry, it seems that I can't agree to your request."

Jibo walked up to Heng Xiulin, saw that the white paper on his desk was still white, and said in a haughty manner, let alone the present, just before, even when Heng Xiulin was able to write literary articles, It's just an inch of literary spirit.

And right now, he can write two inches of literary spirit, this guy, what can he use to fight against himself?Even if he was able to write articles with literary spirit, so what, it was only an inch.

What's more, the current Heng Xiulin doesn't have the ability to write literary articles at all.

The rest of the students shook their heads when they heard Jibo's words. No one thought that Heng Xiulin could win, but in the end it was nothing more than humiliating himself. Why should he agree to the teacher's bet?

When everyone thought of this, they all looked at Heng Xiulin with great sympathy, and their hearts were full of puzzlement, his attitude of simply accepting it before.

Heng Xiulin didn't pay attention to Jibo. After grinding the ink, he sorted out the memories in his mind. After confirming that there were no mistakes or omissions, he breathed a long sigh of relief and looked at the tombstone in front of him with complicated eyes.

"This one is for the two of you."

Heng Xiulin murmured to himself, then picked up the brush, slightly dipped the ink, and dropped the pen. At this moment, Heng Xiulin's whole body changed, and an incomparably solemn momentum spread from him.

Seeing this, the civil servants on the side were slightly taken aback, and an inexplicable look flashed across their faces. Not to mention anything else, they just said that the aura when writing was very good, Wen Gong secretly nodded in his heart.

Heck, what kind of fake move, Jibo sneered, and a look of disdain flashed in his eyes, so what if he has a good momentum?If you can't write articles with literary style, then you can't write, and if you have a good momentum, it is useless.

"Mu Xiaochun comes late, and knows it before Baihua."

Heng Xiulin picked up the pen, and a line of poems immediately fell on the paper, and when the two lines of poems were completed, a golden light flashed across the paper, and then there was a gust of wind, rustling the peach trees nearby .

"boom!"

Immediately afterwards, a white light emerged and rose to a height of two inches. Under the illumination of the white light, Heng Xiulin's face was full of solemnity.

"This, is this an original poem?"

"Golden light shines, this is an original poem!"

The students around saw the golden light with their own eyes, and then their eyes widened, and they looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief. They are also students, and they naturally know how difficult it is to write a poem.

What is even more difficult is a poem that contains literary spirit!

Poems that can contain literary spirit are not something you can write if you want to. No matter how many people have written hundreds of poems, they may not be able to write a single poem that contains literary spirit!

At this time, even the civil servants who had been indifferent all the time stood up straight and looked at Heng Xiulin closely. The shock in his heart was no less than that of the students on the side.

"How is this possible, how could he write such original lines!"

Jibo's face was ferocious, and he looked at Heng Xiulin full of disbelief. Seeing that Heng Xiulin would continue to write, he was shocked. The literary spirit contained in the two lines of poetry had already reached his level.

If this continues to be written, isn't the style of writing in it far surpassing him?

"Impossible! Absolutely don't read it! It is very rare to get two lines of an original poem, and it is very rare to be able to gain literary style. How can it be so easy to write a poem with literary style? It is absolutely impossible for him The success!"

Ji Bo looked crazy, watched Heng Xiulin write, and immediately stared fixedly at the table in front of Heng Xiulin, he would never believe that he would be able to write elegant poems next!
The students on the other side were shocked when they saw that Heng Xiulin wanted to write, and then they looked at Heng Xiulin nervously. A line of poetry that can gain literary style is already very rare.

But right now, Heng Xiulin still wants to continue, but he doesn't know if he can write poems with literary style, if he can't, these two poems will be ruined.

"Plant peach trees every year, and bloom when the heart is broken."

When Heng Xiulin penned the pen, the poem was completed immediately. In an instant, a ray of white light rushed straight up, and following it, wailing sounds spread among the peach trees, and pieces of peach blossoms fell to the ground with the wind.

A feeling of incomparable sadness immediately spread in everyone's hearts.

Peach trees are planted every year, and they bloom when the heart is broken.What kind of feeling is this to write such a poem!
(End of this chapter)