Chapter 927
Although Zhuang Hongru and his wife hoped that their son could marry the daughter of the prefect of Yunzhong County according to the engagement.
That young lady Tang Ni has the title of one of the three beauties of Yunzhong County, and it will not be too bad for her son.
In addition to the Tang family's power in Yunzhong County, it will definitely help Zhuang Wenxing to the next level, so the couple prepared a lot of exquisite gifts, hoping to succeed.
However, in fact, Zhuang Wenxing did not have any feelings about this so-called engagement.
He has a strong personality and has been strong since childhood. He knows that he is weak and rarely comes into contact with women. He protects himself like a hedgehog.
Zhuang Wenxing was extremely resistant to such a "fiancee" who had never even met her.
In addition, after experiencing Lin Xuan's marriage robbery, Chen Qiqi was in front of him. Even if Miss Tang was as beautiful as a fairy, she would probably not be able to catch his eyes for a while.
It takes a long time for people who have been hurt to heal.
Therefore, Zhuang Wenxing secretly made a decision that this time, he came to Yunzhongcheng not to propose marriage, but to break off the engagement.
Looking at the situation in Yunzhong City and the civil and military competition that the county magistrate Tang put forward, it is obvious that he wants to recruit a dragon and a son-in-law.
This made Zhuang Wenxing feel relieved. Since neither party has the intention that way, this engagement is just a joke.
It was the martial arts competition that attracted Zhuang Wenxing's attention.
His cultivation progressed extremely fast. In just a few days, he transformed from an ordinary or even a little weak ordinary person into a golden elixir cultivator!
This process, if it is an ordinary monk, may take decades to achieve.
Even many monks cannot break through to the realm of the Golden Pill after their entire lives.
The body of the Tao is so terrifying.
As his strength grew, his understanding of his own strength was far inferior to before.
If he had not had a high strength before, there was still Mr. Qi in the family who could practice with him.
When his cultivation level is higher, Wu Yucheng can also help.
Now, he has become a real Jindan monk and gradually catch up with Wu Yucheng's cultivation, and the effect of the two of them is greatly reduced.
"This martial arts competition brings together masters and young talents from Yunzhong County and even other counties, including many real geniuses. Everyone uses this martial arts to fight for the favor of Miss Tang, but I only use this battle as a whetstone to temper myself."
Zhuang Wenxing's face was full of confidence, and his eyes were shining with spit, and there was a bit of a heroic aura.
Yucheng nodded secretly, Zhuang Wenxing made rapid progress, and if he did not go through the tempering, he would inevitably leave hidden dangers.
There was a martial arts competition, gathering young talents from all over the world, which was indeed the best touchstone for him.”
It should be true, but I remember Wenxing, you are also well-read in poetry and books, and you may not be worse than those scholars and scholars."
"The rules of this world are very simple, and the strong are respected. Unless scholars cultivate a righteous spirit and can win the sound of all saints, how can a mere scholar compare with a cultivator?"
Zhuang Wenxing's simple way,
"The winners who are from the literary battle can certainly become famous all over the world, but for cultivators, these are just passing clouds. In fact, this martial battle is what everyone expects. If Lord Tang really chooses a son-in-law, he will definitely choose from the winners of the martial battle."
What the people like, they may not be able to understand the literary fights of nerds, and even if they can understand, they may not be able to distinguish between good and bad.
But the fight is different.
When an individual fights on the ring, he will hit the flesh with his fist and beat them wonderfully. Who is stronger and who is weak can be seen at a glance.
I'm afraid it's okay if you are a monk. If you don't have the second martial arts, you will definitely be able to distinguish between the two monks.
In fact, as Zhuang Wenxing said, most of the people who joined in the fun left for this armed battle.
"But this literary fight may not be unexciting. Let's go and have a look together!"
Zhuang Wenxing changed his voice and patted Wu Yucheng on the shoulder. The two looked at each other and smiled, heading towards the county magistrate's mansion.
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"The vast sorrow of parting is slanting in the sun, and the whip is whip eastward and the end of the world is the end of the world. The falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers."
The young man did not know the taste of sorrow, but fell in love with the upper floor. He loved the upper floor. He forced to say sorrow in order to write new words. Now he knew the taste of sorrow, but he wanted to say it but he wanted to say it but he wanted to say it but he said it was cool and it was a good autumn."
A poem, a poem, hangs high above the stage of literary fighting.
Written by the county magistrate Tanglou himself, the pen is vigorous and powerful, and it is not confined to the style of a famous family."
Good calligraphy, such vigorous pen tip, is obviously the work of Lord Tang! It is said that in the capital, Lord Tang’s calligraphy and paintings are sought after by many collectors. A calligraphy and painting can be sold at a price of tens of thousands of yuan. Now it seems that it is really worth the money."
Such skills must be immersed in the literary world for decades to have this strength!"
Everyone in the audience was first impressed by Lord Tang's pen and ink skills and was amazed.
But when the young talents present and the scholars finished reading the poems hanging on the wooden rafters, they all fell silent.
Compared to the noise before, the scene was rarely quieter. The many scholars present stared at the poem and lying silently.
Even Tanglou was shocked by the poem "written" by Lin Xuan and Shen Qiqi, let alone others?"
Why, these scholars suddenly became quiet, how exquisite is this poem?"
"I don't know, it looks amazing anyway, but I can understand the last sentence of the first part of the poem, and I have to worry about composing new poems... I don't know who the author of this poem is. This simply mocked all the scholars present."
That's really amazing... The second sentence of that poem uses the simplest and most common words, but the charm is very good. Even those like me who have never read any books can taste the taste."
The scholars were silent, but the people were still lively.
Although most of us can't understand the good or bad, we can also read a lot of things from the reactions of these scholars' faces.
Before the poem and lyrics came out, the scholars present looked like "I am the best in the world, you are all fools."
When the poem was hung up, the scholars all showed a solemn expression on their faces, and several of them even turned pale.
When the people saw these scenes, they knew that these two poems were definitely excellent works.
Otherwise, it would not cause headaches for these scholars.
A scholar said guiltily: "Haha, hehe, this poem must be written by Lord Tang, and the young student is naturally not as good as that."
The scholar next to him gave him a blank look: "Didn't you see the signature below this poem? The author of this poem "Miscellaneous Poems" is Qi Shen, and the "Chou Nuer" was written by a guy named Lin Xuan."
The scholar still refused to admit it and said with his neck in his arms, "Hmph, the words and sentences used in this miscellaneous poem are simple and unpretentious. I... I will do it, but I just let him take the lead."
However, his mentality represents the hearts of most people here.
Literary people are despised, so the word "Miscellaneous Poems" is simple. In the eyes of everyone, although it is exquisite, it can be made by himself.
And the fact that "Ugly Nuer" dared to mock the scholars present is even more infuriating.
There were also many scholars looking at each other, hoping to find out where else they could find out about the two: "I don't know who Qi Shen and Lin Xuan are, I have never heard of them before."
“I have never heard of it…”
The nameless man probably thought about it for a lifetime and had two sentences that were quite promising, otherwise he would have become famous all over the world."
"Brother Zhang said nothing badly. Even an ordinary person who has read a little book and constantly polished it will get one or two good sentences over the past few decades. I think this is the case with Qi Shen and Lin Xuan, hahaha..."
Ha ha ha ha……"
Only when you meet someone who is better than yourself, these scholars are accustomed to slandering and belittle your opponents can you gain psychological vanity.
The scholars who were nervously aware of this theory quickly accepted it with peace of mind.
Perhaps, this poem is really a man from a mountain villager who had a flash of inspiration in his head, and he got it by chance?
Or maybe some old man spent his whole life polishing two good sentences.
Compared with the young talents present, they are far behind.
Chapter completed!