Chapter 197 Spring Dragon Poetry Festival (Part 4)
Shen Ran?
The tenth Son of Heaven? He just appeared like that?
Should I kill him now?
Although I don't know how good his cultivation is, but 500 points should be enough for a "divine attack", right? No, what if he has a life-saving item like Xiao Feng?
For a moment, countless questions filled Wei Changtian's mind.
After a brief thought, he decided to hold back for the time being and wait and see how the situation would develop.
After all, the main task tonight is to deal with the Liu family, so it would be safer not to create too much trouble.
After making up his mind quickly, Wei Changtian's expression gradually returned to calm.
He quietly moved to the side of the boat and asked in a low voice to Liang Zhen, who was standing next to him and seemed to be enjoying the fun.
"Uncle Liang, what is Shen Ran's cultivation level? Can you tell?"
"The strength is no more than the sixth rank."
Liang Zhen probably had observed this a long time ago, so he immediately gave an answer: "But he is not following the Taoist path, he should be practicing the Confucian method."
The world is so vast, and although the paths to cultivation all lead to the same destination, there are countless methods.
It’s just that the warriors of Daning basically all follow the Taoist path.
Wei Changtian was not surprised by this. After pondering for a moment, he whispered something to Liang Zhen, then sat down again and said nothing more.
At this time, Shen Ran in the pavilion spoke again.
“Everyone says there is no best writing, but I don’t think so.”
"Good is good, bad is bad."
"The poem I just wrote is clearly better, but you are humiliating me just because I am not from Daning."
"Such behavior is really ridiculous."
"Forget it. Anyway, I came to this Spring Dragon Poetry Meeting today only for one person."
“Sault Ste.”
Turning his head to look at Su Wu, Shen Ran asked slowly, "I wonder if I can compete with you?"
“.”
To be honest, although Shen Ran is arrogant, his attitude towards Su Wu is still good.
However, to other people, these words were even more offensive than cursing.
Who the hell are you to compare yourself with a saint?
No one believed that Su Wu would lose to Shen Ran, but no one was willing to actually let Su Wu defeat Shen Ran.
One is a country's great poet and the ceiling in the field of poetry.
One is an unknown young man from another country.
Even if one wins this kind of competition, it would be a frustrating victory. Although one would not become a laughing stock of the world, it would definitely be a humiliation for the poetry world of Daning.
Therefore, before Su Wu could answer, angry voices of challenge rang out from all around.
"Arrogant! Why do I need Su Sheng to deal with you? I am enough!"
"That's right! If you are really so confident, then I will compete with you!"
"Only if you beat us will you be qualified to compare with Su Sheng, but I'm afraid you don't have this opportunity!"
"Count me in!"
"And me!"
“.”
In an instant, more than ten people stood up. Some were indeed confident in their poetic talent, while others were just hot-blooded and impulsive.
But no matter what, the momentum is finally coming up.
Seeing their own country's writers being so tough, thousands of "literature lovers" watching by the lake shouted and cheered.
"Great! This is the backbone of our Daning literati!"
"Let this kid understand that there are always people better than you!"
"I am only sixteen years old and my family is wealthy. If anyone can win, I will be willing to be his maidservant!"
"This girl is truly a heroine!"
“.”
The right time, the right place, and the right people, it can be said that everything is on the side of the Daning literati at the moment.
Everyone present felt that it would not be long before Shen Ran would return to Dali in disgrace and become a laughing stock among the world's scholars.
Only Wei Changtian doesn't think so.
Son of Heaven, are you kidding me?
If someone like Shen Ran were put into a normal online novel, he would be the protagonist. Even if Su Wu went into battle himself, he might not be able to defeat him. How could such a bunch of misfits be able to deal with him?
It's just a stepping stone for the protagonist to show off.
Wei Changtian had already begun to feel sad for the literati in Daning, but the latter were now full of confidence and scrambled to be the first to go on stage so as to become famous in the Daning literary world.
Shen Ran watched this scene calmly, and smiled slightly.
"In that case, then come on."
"Don't worry, you all have a chance."
The moon sets and the stars appear, and the scenery of Sun Moon Lake is still as beautiful as before.
However, except for Shen Ran and Wei Changtian, everyone was in a bad mood at the moment.
The cheers from the lakeside had long since disappeared, replaced by deathly silence.
In just two quarters of an hour, eight famous figures in the Daning literary world competed on eight completely different topics, and lost eight games in a row.
Shen Ran wrote eight poems in a row, each of which could attract at least dozens of golden-tailed carps to jump out of the water.
On the other hand, among the literati of Daning, the best one only barely reached the number of twenty.
Even "Plop!"
In the pavilion, a young man with starry eyebrows and sharp eyes sat on the ground in a daze, muttering in an almost desperate tone.
"I, I can't do it. I can't do it."
“.”
This young man has the same surname as Shen Ran, and his name is Shen Lu. He is a well-known talent in Shuzhou and just passed the provincial examination last year.
The topic he drew was "Tides", which was a little difficult but definitely not impossible to solve.
So his current behavior only shows one thing - he is afraid.
Shen Ran, who won eight games in a row, was like an insurmountable mountain. Shen Lu lost his composure before he even started. It was normal that he couldn't compose a poem in such a panic.
In fact, this was already an act of surrender, but no one laughed at him.
No one blamed or was angry.
Perhaps everyone is like him and has already lost confidence in defeating Shen Ran.
"If you can't do it, then try another one."
After glancing at Shen Lu, who was in a state of mental collapse, Shen Ran raised his eyes and looked at another person.
This person only looked at Shen Ran for a moment, then took a step back trembling.
This step has already declared his failure.
“.”
The breeze fluttered the black robe. Although there were still many people standing there at this moment, they all seemed to be shorter than Shen Ran.
On the lakeshore, countless people turned their heads away in frustration, sadness, or despair, unable to bear to watch their country's intellectuals suffer such humiliation.
Until a tall figure slowly stood up from a small boat.
"That's enough."
"Mr. Shen, let me write this poem."
“.”
Let me write this poem.
The quiet voice and six words were like a shot of adrenaline that instantly ignited the only glimmer of hope in everyone's heart.
yes!
We also have Sault Ste.
Daning hasn't lost yet!!
Nowadays, no one is concerned about issues such as the big bullying the small or the strong taking advantage of the weak.
If Shen Ran cannot be defeated tonight, the Daning poetry world will hit rock bottom and never rise again.
Thousands of eyes were focused on Su Wu, carrying an incomparable weight.
This is a dispute between poets and writers of the two countries. To put it more seriously, it is a dispute between the culture and ethics of the two countries.
Those who came to see the great poet could never have imagined that things would develop to this point.
But at this moment they had no other thoughts in their minds and just prayed repeatedly.
Su Sheng, for the sake of Daning culture and the dignity of Daning scholars. Please, you must win. Preview, the next chapter begins, with a continuous climax
(End of this chapter)
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