"Cui Xian is definitely going to be finished!"

"Mr. Jia Shao's knowledge and style were personally witnessed by thousands of readers in the Luoyang Literary Society!"

"Look at General Xiao Zhen and the 8,000 soldiers fighting against the Japanese invaders, and you will understand that Mr. Jia Shao is worthy of the title of a peerless talent!"

Both sides glared at each other, neither willing to give in.

But there is no point in saying more now. After all, who is stronger and who is weaker will be revealed tomorrow!

Pei Jian sneered and left with a group of people.

Yan Siyuan, Qi Huaiming and other black fans looked at the smug backs of Pei Jian and others as they left, and then looked at the "Bianliang Dibao" in their hands which contained a collection of Cui Xian's works, and they became more and more angry.

I'm so angry!

Why, why should our Mr. Jia Shao suffer such humiliation!

It’s so bullying!

"My fellow students, we must protect Mr. Jia Shao! Fight for Mr. Jia Shao!"

Yan Siyuan shouted, "We need to gather our classmates from the Luoyang Literary Society to cheer for Brother Jia Shao! Also, since Cui Xian is bullying us like this, we don't have to be polite! We need to fight back, and fight back hard!"

In this era, the way scholars "spray dirty words" is quite pure, that is -

Compose nursery rhymes.

With the advocacy of Yan Siyuan, the support of Qi Huaiming and Ruan Xiude, and the cooperation of a large group of anti-Xian alliance black fans, the last song attacking Cui Xian, "Xian'er Ballad", was released.

Cui Jiaxian, Swallow on Paper,

The three-inch tongue can blow the sky apart!

It is better to return to Nanyang with my books.

Don’t let your wild words slander the saints!

The black fans copied this "Xian'er Ballad" and then spread it crazily among scholars.

This thing is easy to understand and spreads much faster than poetry and songs.

Before long, Jia Shao's fans spread this nursery rhyme everywhere.

The battle escalated from here!

When Pei Jian, Li Heyu, Zhuang Jin and Gao Qi heard this, they were so angry that their faces turned blue.

How outrageous!

But composing nursery rhymes is not a difficult task for Pei Jian.

He suppressed his anger, picked up his pen and wrote a poem "Shao Gong Tan" on the spot.

Jia Jia Shao, the grass on the grave,

The scriptures are corroded and the holy teachings are eroded!

His body was exposed outside the Confucian Temple.

Crows peck at eyes and dogs eat brains!