Transmigrate to be an Ancient Saint

The Shangguan Family that had the bloodline of a top poet …

When Xiao Wen heard Shangguan Tinzhi's words, he didn't know how to retort. He could only ask, "As the saying goes, there is no first place in literature, and there is no second place in martial arts. How do you plan on competing?"

Although Xiao Wen didn't think that Fang Xingjian would be able to defeat him in literature due to his superb library, he was, after all, someone who had played on the forums in his previous life. Therefore, he was very clear that if you argued with others, the only thing you could do was convince the bystanders to eat the melon. The man you're talking to, you can't convince him.

And now, in Xiao Wen's eyes, Shangguan Tinzhi was the same as the scout at the forum. If he wanted to defeat this fellow, he couldn't just take out a poem and write it with a higher level than the other party.

Shangguan Tinzhi nodded, agreeing with Xiao Wen.

However, he said: "If a scholar has his own sense of honor, then after his failure, the person who made him fail will certainly leave a deep impression on him. Only those who pretended to be scholars and were in fact ruffians would forget everything after their fight with each other. If you are the latter, then even if you are stubborn, it is meaningless. After all, I won't be disappointed that I can't defeat a local thug. "

"So it's like that!" Xiao Wen nodded. There were some subtle differences between the scholars of this era and those of the 21st century who had undergone nine years of compulsory education.

In the twenty-first century, when people go to primary school, teachers will teach students to be useful to society. However, there was more than one path for a useful person in this society.

In fact, people can realize their values in different ways.

Arable land can be cultivated, factory workers can be employed, public office can be engaged in, research and invention can also be done. He could even go to a foreign country for espionage and be a person who killed people and set fire to the local social order, but he could also be someone who loved his country.

However, in this era, the knowledge that scholars had about themselves was not very broad. They believed that although the cultivated land was also good, it was still a little inferior compared to the scholars. Craftsmen were just a group of slaves. Compared to farmers, they lacked even more.

As for the merchants … Well, I like the businessman's money. But merchants? Go and die!

They believed that they were the scholars who talked passionately about cultivation and writing, just like the warriors of the Spring and Autumn War Kingdom. As such, scholars should have the honor of being scholars. On the other hand, in the twenty-first century, reading was a very common thing. No one would think that nine years of compulsory education was something to boast about.

"Since you are willing to bet on your honor as a scholar to fight me, then I will accompany you to the end." Although I do not feel that a scholar is a superior profession, the real reason why he honors it is because he can help more people with his own strength. Those guys who only know of the Storms of the Storms have no honor to speak of. " Xiao Wen said.

"You!" Hearing that Xiao Wen was obviously mocking him, Shangguan Tinzhi almost got angry.

Slow down, he then said, "The honor of a scholar is not defined by you. Saying all this is completely meaningless. Please don't get out of the way. "

"Unrealistic …" Xiao Wen was surprised for a moment, but he quickly understood.

After all, this was a feudal society. Perhaps it was normal for the values that he had just displayed to be placed in the twenty-first century. But now, it had gone too far.

So he said, "Since that's the case, let's begin! "Whatever it is, it's up to you."

"Alright then." "I am the son of the number one poet of the Tang Dynasty, and your chances of winning against me in the art of poetry is less than 20%. Therefore, we might as well debate the topic of how to write a poem. "

Actually, if you compare it to poetry, you can't even compare to me. Xiao Wen cursed in his heart.

After all, Shangguan Yi only became the number one poet of the Tang Dynasty due to the fact that the more formidable Li Baidu has yet to come out. As a result, he no longer had to worry about whether or not Li Bai and the others had come up with a poem and whether or not he could copy it.

However, Xiao Wen didn't think that he would be disgusted by Shangguan Tinzhi to the point of warping his view on this matter. Therefore, he did not object.

Therefore, Shangguan Tinzhi said, "Before we discuss this, I want to tell you a story."

"Legend has it that a deity fell into a deep slumber before Mother Nuwa was able to use earth to create a human." When he woke up, he found the world full of human figures. "

"Because there was no such thing as a human in the era he lived in. So when he woke up, he was extremely disgusted with humans. He decided that he would destroy humanity through a great flood. "

"When Mother Nuwa heard this news, she immediately found this Deity and told him that humans were her own creation."

"Back then, that Deity had said to Mother Nuwa, 'Mother Nuwa, is this your masterpiece?" What an ugly bunch. Although they were kind when they were born, they would become evil without learning. "This creature that will be changed is simply too backward."

"In order to make this deity understand that humans are beautiful creatures, Mother Nuwa brought this deity to the place of the greatest poet of the time, Tao Yuanming. Tao Yuanming told this deity that there's almost nothing he can't do, but there's one thing he can't do, and that is to create the most beautiful poems in the world. "

"Hearing this, that deity laughed out loud. He did not think that, with his ability, he would be unable to write the most beautiful poem. Thus, he activated the eighty-nine Mysterious Technique and transformed it into Tao Yuanming's appearance, imitating him by sowing beans in the south of the mountain and imitating how he wore the hoe in the moon. But after two months, when he wanted to start writing a poem, he was unable to do so for a long time. "

Hearing this, Xiao Wen said with a puzzled expression, "Since it's like this, then it's even more proof that writing a poem requires connotation. Without content, no matter if it's a method or a spell, it's impossible to write a beautiful poem. "

However, upon hearing this, Shangguan Tinzhi shook her head in denial.

He went on to say, "After trying various methods, the poet finds that he cannot write poetry by imitating the poet. So he decided not to write poetry in the human way. "

"So he found all the human words and put them together. Because the essence of the poem was only the arrangement of words, when the immortal did so, he obtained a large amount of meaningless things. But I also got all the poems. "

"He told Tao Yuanming that if anyone were to write a poem in the future, regardless of what the content of the poem is, he would have already written this poem long before this. Therefore, no one can surpass him. "

"What I want to say is that there is no need for connotation in writing poems. You can get the most beautiful poetry in the world by technical means. "

Hearing this, Xiao Wen went silent for a moment.

As a transcender, Xiao Wen should be the most obsessed with technology. After all, the era he lived in, whether it was the planes soaring in the sky or the cars speeding on the ground, were all the products of technology. Technology was without a doubt something that could make human life a better place.

However, if one were to focus their technology on the creation of poetry, or even on the creation of any art in the world, Xiao Wen didn't think that it was something that could be accomplished with just technology.

So he asked, "Brother Shangguan, do you know how many poems this deity wrote if he really did that?"

"How much?" Shangguan Tinzhi was stunned. He didn't expect Xiao Wen to suddenly ask this question.

Xiao Wen replied, "Right now, we have around three thousand words. Arrange the way they do, and find out that there are more of them than there are of the water in the sea. " It was about two hundred cubes out of the ten. than the total number of atoms in the universe.)

"Although immortals can create so many poems, it's impossible for him to find the most beautiful poems in so many poems."

"There's no point in doing this."

With that, Xiao Wen stood up and said, "The meaning of the poem depends not on you or me, but on time. If you can't get poetry to move generations of people to sing for you, there's no point. "

"So, do you understand why writing a poem requires a spirit core?"