School flower's personal master

Chapter 12323

Once you successfully snag a bargain, you must immediately extract a hundredfold or even a thousandfold return from it.

If he hadn't been forced into this situation, Guo Xianggu would never have resorted to such a desperate measure if he had no confidence in winning the match.

He was well aware of the consequences of doing so.

After today, the Sima family will definitely have him cornered. It is foreseeable that for a long time to come, he will only be able to be the Sima family's dog.

Even so, it's still much better than losing today's match.

At least, he can get the reward for finishing the track.

Guo Xianggu looked at Lin Yi across the sand table with a cold smile.

"It's a pity that the role-swapping loophole can only be used once, but it's enough."

He simply didn't believe that Lin Yi could produce an even more amazing work.

With just this stolen poem, "Osmanthus Fragrance: Nostalgia for Jinling," he was already destined for legendary status, and the entire Tianjun County would remember his name.

At this moment, Su Shi suddenly stood up in the sand table.

"Viewed from the side, it's a range of peaks; viewed from the front, it's a single peak. The view varies depending on distance, height, and perspective. We cannot see the true face of Mount Lu because we are in the mountain ourselves."

His poem "Written on the Wall at West Forest Temple" once again amazed the audience.

Cao Luoshen immediately slapped the table and exclaimed in admiration: "What a wonderful saying! 'Looking at it from the side, it's a ridge; looking at it from the front, it's a peak!' What a wonderful saying! 'It's because I'm in the mountain myself!' Absolutely brilliant!"

Li Tianguo laughed and said, "When the old lady Wenhao makes a move, she never disappoints."

The group of Guo Xianggu's supporters, who had just been clamoring and even opening champagne ahead of time, suddenly fell silent.

"Osmanthus Fragrance: Reminiscing about Jinling" was indeed a trump card, but this poem "Written on the Wall at West Forest Temple" is also a trump card.

With two trump cards, deciding which was superior stumped everyone present for a moment.

Li Tianguo asked, "Brother Cao, who do you think Heaven will decide to win?"

Cao Luoshen frowned and thought for a moment, then shook her head helplessly: "It's hard to say. There are valid points to both sides. It just depends on which dimension Heaven favors."

There is no absolute first place in literature, which is the most troublesome aspect of literary competition.

Fortunately, this was the final stage of the competition, and Heaven made the decision directly. Otherwise, if it were up to people to evaluate it, no matter how professional or authoritative the judges were, it would be difficult to convince them.

It's possible that the debate will continue indefinitely, becoming an eternal mystery.

At this moment, Guo Xianggu, who was caught in the middle of the situation, was frozen in place.

He used the Sima family's cheating methods, and regardless of success or failure, he was already tied to the Sima family. If he still couldn't win the Wenhao track after all this, he would really lose a lot of money.

Fortunately, for now, it's just a matter of suspense.

It won't be a complete loss.

However, just as he was waiting for the judgment of Heaven, Su Shi on the other side did not stop there, and then picked up his pen and wrote another poem.

"Ten years have passed, and we are separated by life and death. I try not to think of you, but I cannot forget you. Your lonely grave is a thousand miles away, and I have no one to share my sorrow with. Even if we were to meet again, you would not recognize me, for my face is covered in dust and my hair is white as frost."

"Last night, in a dream, I suddenly returned home. By the small window, she was dressing her hair. We looked at each other speechlessly, only tears streaming down our faces. I know that every year, on a moonlit night, my heart will break at the same place, by the short pine hill."

A rendition of "Jiang Cheng Zi" brought the entire audience to a standstill.

Many people, even prominent family patriarchs, silently shed tears at this moment, beginning to remember their deceased wives.

Cao Luoshen did not have this experience, but even he could empathize with it.

He rubbed his eyes while forcing a wry smile.

"This literary old lady is really unforgiving."

Li Tianguo, standing nearby, exclaimed, "Such amazing works, any one of them would be a killer, but here they're like they're free, one killer after another."

To be precise, it was one trump card after another.

If up until now, the outcome was still highly uncertain, the result is now crystal clear.

Two against one, it's a perfect victory no matter what!

At this moment, Guo Xianggu in the arena was almost going crazy.

"Is this even human?"

As the top-ranked writer, his poetry skills, even if not as good as Cao Luoshen's, are far superior to others.

But that's where the trouble lies.

The higher his skill level, the more deeply he could feel the gap between them, and the more desperate he became.

The most critical problem is that the track loophole can only be used once.

Guo Xianggu's only stroke of luck now is that Heaven has determined that the poem "Osmanthus Fragrance: Reminiscences of Jinling" that he stole is of a higher level and can outshine the other two.

Even he himself was hesitant to believe this possibility.

As a result, Su Shi on the other side of the sand table got really into it and showed no sign of stopping.

"The great river flows eastward, its waves sweeping away countless heroes of the past..."

"The water sparkles beautifully on a sunny day, and the misty mountains are equally enchanting in the rain..."

"..."

There was dead silence.

Everyone, including Cao Luoshen, had a blank expression.

Apart from the constant sounds of people swallowing, everyone in the entire racetrack hall quietly watched Su Shi writing furiously on the sand table.

"This old man, in a moment of youthful exuberance, leads a yellow dog on the left and a falcon on the right, adorned in a brocade hat and sable coat, with a thousand horsemen sweeping across the plains..."

Finally, someone couldn't help but ask, "Which song is this?"

No one answered.

Even Guo Xianggu's loyal followers were immersed in the poetry at this moment, their faces filled with an expression of awe at the miracle.

"..."

"Nung, moon and new moon."

After writing the last line, Su Shi finally threw down his pen in the sand table, ending this display of poetic skill.

Everyone was numb.

"Ten songs! Ten songs all at once! Is this person even human?"

"Even a god wouldn't be this good!"

It's one thing to play a royal flush, but to play ten royal flushes in a row is something else entirely. Who could handle that?

Cao Luoshen's expression at this moment was no different from everyone else's; she murmured incoherently.

"From this day forward, the name Tang Qingxue will forever shine in the history of Tianjun. Even if Tianjun disappears one day, she will still be there!"

Such words are truly outrageous.

How could Tianjun possibly disappear?

But everyone present nodded in unison.

At least at this moment, the name Tang Qingxue carries more weight than the entire Tianjun County!

"Guo Xianggu is out!"

Everyone turned to look at the track entrance following the sound.

Guo Xianggu looked utterly defeated. The race was over, and although the winner hadn't been officially announced yet, the fact that the other player had won ten consecutive rounds of the Ace's Flush made the outcome undeniable.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this person, who had dominated the top spot in the literary talent category for so long, ultimately couldn't escape the fate of becoming someone else's background character.

There is no greater tragedy in life than this.

However, everyone only glanced at Guo Xianggu before continuing to look towards the track entrance.

"Where is Tang Qingxue, no, Grandma Wenhao?"

Cao Luoshen and Li Tianguo were also eagerly anticipating it.

Even if the other party was an old lady, they genuinely wanted to make friends with her. To miss out on such a brilliant contemporary writer would be a terrible waste.

Unfortunately, Lin Yi logged off immediately after the race ended, making it impossible for them to have that opportunity.

Soon, the finish line leaderboard above the hall was updated. (End of Chapter)